After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Chapter 146 Breaking Through the Formation with Physical Strength, Surrounded by Gunfire

The purple light collapsed, and the spiritual energy receded.

At this moment, Zhou Ran was no longer a cultivator.

He is a solid kinetic weapon burning with ancient demonic flames.

Falling.

accelerate.

Speed up!

The atmosphere piled up in front of them to form a wall, only to be violently smashed apart by that demonic body in the next second.

The half-body black jade kylin on his chest came to life.

It roared in the crimson heat, and the phantom of pitch-black scales instantly covered Zhou Ran's left half of his body. His blood vessels bulged like dragons, pumping a power powerful enough to destroy mountains.

What kind of mysterious formation is this?

What are Yin and Yang and the Five Elements?

In the face of absolute quality and speed, all are illusory.

"Smash it!!!"

boom------

There was no stalemate.

There was no contest of magic.

Li Cangtian's proud "Spirit-Locking Killing Formation" couldn't even withstand it for 0.01 seconds.

The ninety-nine skulls of living people, each containing the soul of a wronged person, instantly turned to ash upon contact with the shockwave's front.

Next up is the overpass.

The main structure, constructed with thousands of tons of reinforced concrete, collapsed under this impact.

The once solid bridge surface now undulated like ocean waves before exploding into countless fragments.

A terrifying circular shockwave swept in all directions.

The nearly one hundred elite Wuji Sect members who were lying in ambush under the bridge didn't even have time to let out a scream before their internal organs were shattered into mincemeat.

The blood mist was instantly evaporated by the high temperature as soon as it burst out.

hum-

After the explosion, only an ear-piercing buzzing sound remained in the world.

Smoke and dust billowed, carrying a pungent smell of burning and ozone.

Li Cangtian stood at the edge of the formation, his hair disheveled and his face covered in dust.

He opened his mouth, a gurgling sound stuck in his throat, but he couldn't utter a complete word.

He stared blankly at the deep pit with a handprint several tens of meters in diameter in front of him.

absurd.

It's ridiculous!

This is a powerful formation capable of trapping and killing late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators!

How could someone use their physical body to smash through it like a nail?

Is this cultivation of immortality?

This is clearly a meteorite hitting the Earth!

"Door……

Sect Master…

The few surviving disciples crawled out of the ruins, their legs cramping so badly they couldn't straighten up.

"What's the panic!"

Li Cangtian forced down a mouthful of saliva and gripped his whisk tightly.

He was trembling.

But he had to stay calm.

"Such a suicidal impact would inevitably cause his physical body to collapse, even if he were a powerful body cultivator!"

"If an Iron Man were to be struck at several times the speed of sound, he would turn into a discus!"

He's dead...

嗒。

Footsteps echoed from the bottom of the pit.

A hand waved away the smoke and dust.

Zhou Ran came out.

His upper body clothing had long since been reduced to ashes in that terrifying friction.

The exposed skin had a dark red porcelain color and radiated a scorching heat.

Although he was covered in blood, and in some places even his white bones were exposed.

But those wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Especially the left arm.

That jet-black Qilin arm was now a deep purple-red, exuding a ferocious aura that seemed capable of tearing the world apart.

In his right hand, he dragged his Zanpakuto.

The blade sliced across the broken concrete, leaving a long trail of sparks.

"Click."

Zhou Ran twisted his neck, his purple-gold demonic eyes sweeping over the crowd and coldly locking onto Li Cangtian.

"Is this the Wuji Sect's way of treating guests?"

His tone was flat.

This made Li Cangtian's hair stand on end, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

He's not dead?

What kind of monster is this?!

"Hot! Hot! Hot!"

Lao Tzu's mushroom cap is ripe! It's ripe!

On Zhou Ran's shoulder, a charred mass moved.

Bai Xuan peeked out with a scream; his once round head now looked like a burnt bun.

Just as it was about to complain, its beady eyes swept around, and its voice suddenly changed.

"Holy crap!"

boss!

P！

Stop showing off and run!

This time it really is going to turn into roasted mushrooms!

boom! boom! boom!

As Bai Xuan screamed, the green sheet metal disguised as road construction barriers around them was violently kicked open from the inside.

It revealed the steel defense line that had already been built behind it.

He is not a cultivator.

Instead, it is a fully armed and menacing modern heavy mercenary group!

All the vests were black, and the black mamba snake with its forked tongue sticking out on the arm patch looked particularly ferocious.

No nonsense.

The muzzles of hundreds of assault rifles formed a crossfire network in an instant.

And at a high place.

Twelve burly men knelt on the ground, each carrying a large, single-soldier rocket launcher on their shoulder.

The red dots on the infrared sights were densely packed all over Zhou Ran's chest.

In the distance, the shattered glass curtain wall of the Xiao Group building reflected a cold light—it was all targeting scopes!

"The Black Mamba Mercenary Group?"

Zhou Ran glanced around, showing no fear on his face. Instead, he twitched his facial muscles, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"The Song family went to great lengths to kill me."

Seeing this, Li Cangtian's initial fear dissipated.

His face contorted as he regained the sense of control he felt as a person in a superior position.

With a flick of his whisk, he aimed directly at Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran!

So what if you have a strong physical body?

"You can break through the formation, but do you think you can stop anti-tank missiles?"

Li Cangtian's expression was extremely excited, filled with the pleasure of being in control of everything.

"My lord, times have changed!"

"Even if a celestial being descended to earth today, they'd be blasted to smithereens!"

……

The capital city, the secret chamber of the Song family.

Two hundred and forty years old, Song Wuji sat cross-legged in the blood pool, his body like a skeleton, his empty eyes fixed on the screen.

They are monitoring every move in Jiangcheng.

The white jade bowl in his hand was empty, and a trace of bright red remained on his chapped lips.

As the virgin blood entered his stomach, a strange flush appeared on his withered, bark-like face.

Seven rusty nails were driven deep into his seven fatal weaknesses.

Forcibly locking that decaying soul within the body.

"Ancestor."

Song Tiancheng knelt beside the blood pool and reported in a low voice.

"Sect Leader Li has trapped the target. The Black Mamba team is in position. Lock-on complete."

"I saw it."

He slowly opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes outweighing the black of his pupils, and they were filled with an aura of death.

"That demonic body..."

I need the complete version.

"As for those three girls..."

His withered fingers made a light grasping motion in the air, as if he had already seized fate by the throat.

My gaze fell upon the large screen in front of me.

The image freezes on the ruins of Jiangcheng.

The atmosphere was tense.

Bai Xuan was so frightened that he hid his head in Zhou Ran's collarbone, trembling.

"It's all over! It's all over!"

This is really the end!

"Based on ballistic analysis, our current evasive maneuvering space is zero!"

"Boss, those are armor-piercing rounds!"

Tank shooter!

"We're completely out of spiritual energy now, we're sitting ducks!"

Zhou Ran completely ignored the noisy mushroom.

He didn't even glance at those dark, gaping cannon muzzles.

His gaze remained fixed on Li Cangtian.

With the Purple-Gold Demon Eye in operation, every wisp of spiritual power flowing within Li Cangtian's body, and every flaw in his magical treasures, was revealed in minute detail.

"Mushroom, shut up."

Zhou Ran took a step forward.

Click.

The rubble beneath their feet turned to dust.

This step caused all the mercenaries to tighten their fingers on the trigger.

"Who told you I was going to hide?"

Zhou Ran raised his right hand, and demonic energy surged from his palm.

As if sensing its master's killing intent, the Zanpakuto emitted a clanging sound, yearning to drink blood.

"As for this scrap metal..."

He tilted his head slightly, glanced at the highway to the north, and a flash of purple light appeared in his demonic eyes.

"Someone will take care of it for me."

"I only have one task now."