Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

The power of King Chen overwhelmed a large group of strong men.

Although his strength is not considered a top master now, he is still a famous figure. He was able to defeat an ancient great swordsman with an unparalleled attitude when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had just returned to the level of the Dao decline era. Such a terrifying record should be feared by everyone!

However, the birth of the immortal blessed land is coveted by the world. This fatal temptation cannot be overwhelmed by a name, and the people present are all veterans, and a voice was immediately heard from the crowd.

"Haha, if they really could call back King Chen, would Jiuzhou wait until now? A contemporary supreme being with a bright future and a talent close to that of a demon, if he had come back earlier and pursued some opportunities, wouldn't he be another top-level sixth-rank strongman?"

"That's right, Jiuzhou even used such a clumsy trick to deceive, it seems that he is really desperate."

"Don't be afraid, let's step into this land together, even if King Chen really has a backup plan, what can he do? It's just a fifth-rank supreme being, I'm also fifth-rank, I can suppress it with a flip of my hand!"

"Go, this is the weakest point in Jiuzhou's defense, we will be the first to rush into the fairyland!"

"..."

Voices came from the crowd, but no one could see who was speaking, and after shouting for a long time, no one was willing to take the lead.

The old antiques have experienced the ups and downs of life and have seen too many evil plots and schemes, so they are not so easy to incite.

"It's not important to focus on whether the so-called King Chen can return. The key point is whether the King of Samsara and the last mountain god will suddenly attack."

An old antique closed his eyes and rested, explaining to his disciples.

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There are more and more people on the east coast. This is the most convenient direction for people from all over the world to rush to Jiuzhou. It also gathers the most peerless strongmen of the world, among which there are three whose aura is not weaker than the King of Samsara.

Jiuzhou should be thankful that some people who are capable of ruling the world did not come, such as the bronze tripod youth who forced the incomplete Yin God to retreat that day.

And the ancient organization that guards the way on behalf of the sky.

I don't know whether these people look down on Pantao Garden or are afraid of something.

"King of Samsara, Jiuzhou is not your Jiuzhou alone. There is no point in defending this place." The man wearing a set of red dragon blood armor and holding a ten-foot-long black spear spoke, and his voice shook the sea surface and ripples continuously.

The iron-blooded aura, at first glance, is that he has killed out of the pile of dead bodies.

"The treasures of heaven and earth are obtained by those who are destined to have them. Jiuzhou wants to take them all for itself? This is a great disgrace to the world!"

A fifth-level supreme power also spoke in the crowd.

He had a mustache, held a Yin-Yang Bagua banner, and held two tortoise shells in his left hand. He was actually a rare calculation expert.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him? Let's attack together. If you dare to stop us, you will die!" A voice that could not be found came from the crowd.

The three sixth-level supreme powers were calm and did not rush to attack.

If they wanted to attack together, they could easily suppress the King of Samsara, but if they stepped into the dangerous land, there would inevitably be dangerous struggles. It was not worth wasting their energy now.

After waiting for a while, a group of people wearing black robes with red edges appeared in the field. They were all pale and dull, as if they had no souls, and they exuded a very uncomfortable feeling.

Some strong men couldn't help but frown.

However, the leader of this group of people made them very afraid. He was an old man who looked energetic, thin, but very tall.

His aura was restrained, without a trace of emanation, giving everyone the feeling that he was more dangerous than the sixth-level strongest present!

The most terrifying thing was that the respectful woman next to him revealed her aura, and she was actually a sixth-level strongest.

"Reincarnation, the time of death has come!"

What surprised countless people was that the old man came here without saying any polite words, glanced at the King of Reincarnation, and took action directly. A huge ghost hand of the underworld with a length of 100 feet reached down from the dark clouds. The terrifying power tore the universe apart, shook the mountains and rivers, and caused the void to burst out with an unbearable roar.

"Is this... the seventh-level strongest!?"

"The sixth and seventh levels are a watershed, there is no mistake, this is definitely the power of the upper strongest!"

"The Holy Soul Sect actually has such a foundation."

Some strong men were shocked.

The red-armored general next to him took a few glances and shook his head: "He is not at the seventh level. This ghost hand is a special existence. He refined it and exerted it to reach the power of the seventh level."

The watershed of the strongest is not so easy to cross. Many old antiques must step into the Peach Garden this time to find treasures and return to or break through the seventh level.

Everyone understood it, but even if it was just a blow of the seventh-level combat power, it was still terrifying, with earth-shaking power. Almost no one dared to say that they could block it.

"Heh!" The King of Samsara moved, slapping one hand on the worn-out sword box. With a "clang", cold light filled the sky, and nine mouths were exactly the same., a shiny sword with a golden dragon pattern engraved on it appeared in front of everyone.

The sword box was rusty and eroded by a strong evil and ominous aura, making people doubt whether it could still be used, but every sword inside was perfectly preserved, and even made people doubt whether it was a newly made peerless masterpiece.

Someone suddenly became very excited: "It's this thing, I've heard of it, and it can still be born!"

"The Nine Dragons Heavenly Sword Box is said to be made of a small piece of bones of a real dragon that has successfully transformed into a dragon as the core material."

An old man also had a sharp look in his eyes: "It turned out to be this sect's treasure, and it seems to have been used by a peerless swordsman at the end of the Daochang era!"

"I didn't expect to see it."

"But it's a bit of an insult for the King of Samsara to use this sword."

"Indeed, the peerless figure back then was a great power who had entered the true way and pointed his sword at the Yin God!"

And on the ground, after the King of Samsara opened the sword box, he listened to the clear sword sounds, looked at it carefully, and frowned subconsciously.

"The sword bone is just formed, barely usable."

With a flick of the finger, eight dragon swords soared into the sky. During the flight, golden dragon shadows appeared on the swords, which were about ten feet long and had amazing power.

The eight golden dragons crashed into the ghost hand of the underworld, and were swept down with a crisp sound of ding-ling-dang.

Their only effect was to hinder the ghost hand from falling for one or two breaths.

The strong men around did not show any surprise. The Nine Dragons Heavenly Sword was indeed a treasure, but the gap between the strongest level and the strongest level was already a world of difference, not to mention the watershed of the seventh level. It was not an exaggeration to call it a natural chasm. This was definitely not something that could be easily wiped out by a treasure!

At this time, the King of Samsara reached out and grasped the last Heavenly Sword. At this moment, a terrifying strong wind rushed out of his chest and arms uncontrollably. This was the sword intent he had gathered into his body.

With the long sword in hand, there was no need to suppress the sharpness. The King of Samsara let out a long roar, and the sound waves were like thousands of sharp swords, piercing the eardrums of many strong men.

"Open the sky!"

The sky and the earth turned into a vast expanse, and the terrifying sword intent swept across the world, annihilating everything and hitting the ghost hand of the underworld.

An extremely piercing cry came, and this hand seemed to have life.

When the sword light dissipated, everyone saw that the ghost hand that was cut into two pieces fell from the sky to the sea surface, and there were still tiny sword lights on it. The flesh and blood of the ghost hand kept disintegrating, and the dirty blood fell like a rainstorm.

One sword destroyed a treasure that could burst out the seventh-level strongest combat power.

Such a result made countless people dumbfounded.