It's a pity that Jiang Chen didn't learn any powerful skills from these elders of Qiankuntian.
Because according to them, becoming the God Lord of the Universe will naturally teach you Taoism that defies heaven.
Jiang Chen only got a sword in the sarcophagus. It was obvious that the magic that defied heaven was in the sword.
How to obtain it remains to be explored.
He walked out from the underground, went all the way up, pushed open the iron door he came from, and saw the sky in the middle world again.
Interestingly, a spaceship docked not far away.
I noticed the movement here and flew over immediately.
Jiang Chen recognized that it was the spaceship of the Patriarch of Mo Dao.
Zimo was standing at the bow of the boat with a complicated expression on his face.
He never thought that Jiang Chen could come out completely.
"The Patriarch of Mo Dao."
Jiang Chen said hello and asked: "Those people below are not from your temple."
Zimo didn't answer this knowing question and looked him up and down, "How was your conversation with them?"
"I'm very happy. They were so sincere to me that they not only let me leave, but also let me enter the iron gate under the square."
Upon hearing this, Zimo was very excited and couldn't wait to ask: "What's inside that door?"
"Well, this has nothing to do with you." Jiang Chen said.
These words almost made Zimo angry to death.
What he was thinking about was what was inside the iron gate. According to rumors, the secret treasure of God Lord Qiankun was there.
For this reason, Zimo worked for those old monsters and ran to the evil demon clan's base camp, risking being discovered by the middle realm, hoping to capture a few Yangshen back.
But now tell him, it all belongs to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen still had the nerve to face him and tell him that it had nothing to do with it.
"What's wrong? Master Mo, you look a little ugly." Jiang Chen asked with concern.
"I'll ask you again, what do you get behind the door?" Zimo gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.
Jiang Chen asked: "Are you threatening me?"
"Answer me!" Zimo shouted.
"What if I say no?"
Jiang Chen's smile did not shrink, but revealed a bit of coldness.
Zimo was stunned for a moment, but soon he turned his hand over and a pen appeared in his hand.
"I have always wanted to learn the Taoism that shines for thousands of miles."
His tone was a bit joking, and it was obvious that he didn't fully believe the news about Jiang Chen becoming the Patriarch.
In fact, many people in the middle world have similar ideas to Zimo.
I think it was an error in Daozu Palace.
At this time, Zimo swung his pen and painted with heaven and earth, and a dragon flew out from under his pen.
The black dragon that looks like an ink painting has terrifying lethality.
Jiang Chen frowned slightly, pointed out, and the black dragon burst in response.
However, the broken dragon did not disappear. Instead, thousands of small dragons appeared and swept away.
Jiang Chen dealt with them and found that these little dragons were particularly difficult to deal with and their movements were incredible.
After thinking about it, he realized that these little dragons were all drawn, and the soul given to them was imagination.
Imagination has no limits.
Just like the attacks of these little dragons, they are unrestrained and can come wherever they want.
Jiang Chen's swordsmanship is so powerful that he might not be able to handle it without using his sword.
The scary thing is that there are no restrictions on the ink there, and the brush can be used as fast as possible, and all kinds of ink paintings can be changed.
This is somewhat bizarre.
For a continuous attack like this, the person performing it must continuously pour in energy.
However, Zimo was like summoning a war beast, one after another, without any restrictions.
The result was equivalent to Jiang Chen being besieged by several ancestors who had opened the sixth aperture.
"People who become Patriarchs do have some abilities."
Jiang Chen sighed, put his two fingers together, and moved forward a little like a god.
In an instant, all the beasts condensed in the ink painting disappeared one after another, without any suspense.
Zimo stopped waving his pen, his expression indescribably shocked.
"The art of destroying illusions?"
He knows something about God Lord Qiankun, and naturally he also knows this method.
No, it should be said to be Taoism.
A level higher than Taoism.
Nowadays, all of them have been lost, and only nine major forces are left who master the Taoist techniques that are not taught to outsiders, which are called secret techniques.
Thinking about what Jiang Chen said just now, Zimo's always cold face was twisted, and he was almost going crazy with jealousy.
"Are those old guys all idiots?!"
Zimo couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out.
From what he saw, the people in the square could not be called human beings, and everyone who was tortured had lost their minds.
In fact, he quite admired those people who persisted until now and didn't give up.
But one thing led to another, and Zimo could also see that the old guys below were going crazy because they were desperate.
What method did Jiang Chen use to convince them?
Zimo decided to capture Jiang Chen and find out what happened.
"My Mo Dao is my own unique method. It is ever-changing and impossible to guard against. It is an infinite method!" Zimo said.
"Oh? You are suddenly boasting now because you want to teach it to me to prevent it from being lost, right?"
Jiang Chen sneered and said: "To be honest, with what you have done, it's already rare that I don't go looking for you, and you still come here to die!"
"I'm just telling you, you will learn the infinite method soon."
Having said that, Zimo used his pen again to show the power of his Taoism.
"Do you think this is turn-based?"
"Certainly!"
Jiang Chen slapped a palm out from the air, but apart from the momentum, there was no other energy fluctuation.
Zimo was still wondering when he suddenly found that the time and space he was in was distorted.
"Time Technique? Another Taoist Technique?! How many Taoist Techniques did they teach you?"
Zimo yelled in shock, and the word spread much slower.
In fact, this time technique was not taught by people from Qiankuntian.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Chen didn't bother to explain, he held his breath and concentrated, and threw out a piece of fine iron.
The fine iron turned into a sharp edge in mid-air, killing like a flying sword.
There was no doubt that Zimo did not hide away, but at the moment when the flying sword sank into his chest, he stepped on the void and transformed a word out of thin air.
Before Jiang Chen could see clearly what the words were, Zimo broke free from the restraints and escaped.
"Haha, your Taoist skills are powerful, but they don't cooperate with each other, the fire is not enough, and the level is too low. It is really a pity."
Zimo said proudly: "If you were at the same level as me, I would have been decapitated long ago with this sword strike."
It turns out that the moment Jiang Chen's sword struck just now, it also destroyed the time and space slowed down by the time spell.
Zimo seized this opportunity and escaped. Although there was a bloody wound on his chest, it was enough to make him proud.
"Thunder! Lightning!"
The next second, he seized the opportunity and quickly wrote two words in the air.
This time it is no longer an ink painting, but each word contains powerful energy.
A dazzling thunder light appeared above Jiang Chen's head, and then a galaxy-like electric light fell down.