Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

After the King of Samsara swung the sword, the sword intent on his body was completely exhausted and could not be re-condensed in a short time. His face looked a little pale. This sword was not without cost.

The Holy Soul Sect Leader saw the Netherworld Blood Hand being destroyed, his face was neither sad nor happy, and he said lightly.

"Bring the head of Samsara here."

Beside him, the woman who looked about 30 years old and had a good figure took a step forward after hearing the words, and in the blink of an eye, she was behind the King of Samsara, with a blood-red dagger in her hand emitting a cold light like a venomous snake.

"Dang"

The King of Samsara didn't even look at it, but blocked it with a backhand sword, and then walked leisurely, took a step to the left, and swung the sword again. The woman who was originally behind him actually fell from the void in front of him and quickly disappeared.

This was obviously a top assassin. After she disappeared into the void, many old antiques changed color, and they could hardly catch any traces of the woman!

At this time, the King of Samsara stood in the sky a little tiredly. He did not continue to chase, but looked at the group of people in front of him and spoke.

"No ordinary people may be slaughtered or captured, no bloody battles may break out outside the Peach Garden, and no one from the Yincao Dao League may be harmed."

"Violators will be killed without mercy."

Peach Garden was born, and it was impossible to close off the Nine Provinces and not let anyone in.

But if these people were allowed to enter the Nine Provinces, they would inevitably cause many problems.

So the Yincao's initial plan was just to shock and establish authority so that these strong men would abide by the rules.

Many people were stunned, not understanding the significance of such threats when the King of Samsara was obviously at a disadvantage and was about to die.

Just then, several roars like real dragons came, and the eight sky swords that had been swept into the seabed suddenly broke out of the sea, surrounded by brilliant golden light, and the terrifying sword intent swept wildly, crashing into a void.

"Swish", "Swish", "..."

A woman's embarrassed figure fell out, her hands and feet, lower abdomen, both sides of the scapula, and the center of her eyebrows were all pierced.

This seemed to be a special method of sealing, which made a sixth-rank supreme being struggle in pain, but he could not use his trump card to escape.

Everyone felt a chill.

At this time, the King of Samsara had come to the woman like a ghost, and the ninth sword in his hand fell, pressing the woman with an unstoppable force. The heavy pressure seemed to have collapsed the whole sky.

"Overturn the earth."

"Samsara, get out of here!"

An old man appeared in front of the woman silently. It was the leader of the Holy Soul. He stared at the King of Samsara with his sharp eyes like an eagle. His skinny big hand slapped out and turned into a huge ghost hand.

The ghost hand hit the sword intent, as if it was suppressed by thousands of mountains. The palms and fingers were deformed, but it blocked the sword. The old man's strength was unfathomable.

But at this time, the King of Samsara suddenly laughed.

The Samsara Sword Domain unfolded, and when it enveloped the woman of the Holy Soul Sect, the eight heavenly swords seemed to be given life at once, making an excited clang, and then eight terrifying sword beams crossed the sky and the ground, crushing the woman to pieces.

"Ah! No——"

The shrill scream stopped abruptly.

All the strong men watching the battle had their hair standing on end at this moment.

The Holy Soul Sect leader was even more gloomy, and he never thought that the powerful sword of the King of Samsara was just covering up the killing move that had been prepared long ago.

"In the future, I will slaughter thousands of miles of the nine states with blood to wash away today's hatred!"

He was furious and sent out three Netherworld Ghost Hands. Although they were a little weaker than the most terrifying seventh-level ghost hands before, they were enough to be called invincible in the sixth level.

The King of Samsara only blocked two, and was swept by the last one, his chest was sunken, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

But at this time, no one dared to despise this peerless strong man who had come out of the world. Some old antiques bowed and then stepped into Jiuzhou. Some people promised that they would abide by the rules. Some top strong men disdained to express anything, but they also secretly decided that they would not mess around after entering.

On the east coast, Jiuzhou's deterrence ended successfully.

The King of Samsara continued to fight the Holy Soul Sect Leader alone, raising huge waves on the sea.

In Beiling, when a group of strong men wearing Shura masks and exuding bloody smells came, a battle had already happened unstoppably.

The last mountain god shocked the whole audience with a short burst of the power of the seventh level, killed a supreme elder of the Shura Gate, and severely injured an old antique who tried to break in by force. Only then did he set the rules and let them go.

Many strong men were also horrified in their hearts and dared not mess around again.

On the western plateau, the old man surnamed Jiang of Wuzong took the initiative to kill three masters who showed hostility, set the rules and let them go.

But when everyone left, a young man with a crew cut and black clothes stayed.

"I didn't come here for Lingbao Blessed Land. External things are external things after all. One's own strength is the foundation. A strong man like you is worth my help. Come, practice boxing with me."

Although the old man surnamed Jiang has a hot temper,Jiuzhou was in crisis at the moment, so he spoke gently, hoping that the young man would come to fight again in the future.

Who knew that the other party didn't listen at all, but sneered: "Whether Jiuzhou is in crisis or not, what does it have to do with me? Today, either fight or die."

The old man surnamed Jiang was also provoked to anger, and asked King Yan Luo to retreat 100,000 meters to watch the battle. Then he took off his clothes, revealing scars all over his back. This was a performance of his full strength. This short-haired black-clothed boy brought him a great sense of threat.

"Boy, watch out, this battle is your opportunity to enter the virtual way!"

...

Compared with the first three places, the South China Sea is undoubtedly the most dangerous. Most of the people who are intimidated by King Chen's reputation are reincarnations. When more and more old antiques come, soon someone can't help but take action.

Tang Yi stepped forward, but unexpectedly, Uncle Wei shook his head and said, "Girl, come back."

Then he went into battle holding the stone statue of the ancestor of the ghost cultivation lineage. The way of life and death was mysterious and difficult to describe, which made many people stare at him. In the end, he defeated a third-level supreme being.

Such a record can be called shocking, and it can even be said that it is rare in the long years.

Uncle Wei put his hands behind his back and said lightly, "How do you think I got King Chen under my command?"

This battle calmed the situation for a moment again.

However, not long after, when a sixth-level supreme being came forward with an unstoppable momentum, the Jiuzhou side fell into despair.

At this time, Uncle Wei pretended to activate the ancient divine sacrifice formation, but the other party was very cautious and flashed directly to destroy the divine sacrifice.

At this time, the void fluctuated, and a butcher knife slashed at the back of the neck of the sixth-level supreme. The opponent had to defend himself. After blocking the butcher knife, he slapped away with his palm, and a figure fell out of the void.

"Haha, the one who takes your life today is the world's number one killer Wuhen!" Erlang looked very miserable, covered in blood, but he insisted on reporting his name.

The sixth-level supreme was so angry that he laughed, and slapped him again, smashing him directly.

But at this time, an inexplicable sense of horror rose in his heart. He slapped back and slapped out another figure, still the "world's number one killer".

"Wanhua Ancient Art?" The old antique was stunned for a moment, and then a strong greed appeared in his eyes.

Erlang was not the opponent of this sixth-level supreme. He used all his skills, but only blocked the opponent for ten breaths. After a fight, his true body was finally slapped out, and his bones were broken and fell into the sea.

However, just when the strongest was about to catch him and snatch the Wanhua Ancient Art, a sacrificial fire shot up into the sky, and the strongest's face changed drastically, because he suddenly had a creepy feeling that he was about to die.

Turning his head to look, his eyes were bloodshot.

Suddenly, several strong men in Jiuzhou had put out five more divine sacrifices at some point, forming a top-level divine sacrifice, and had already started, and the target was himself!

"Looking for death!"

The sixth-level strongest roared, and a big hand slapped down, but when he made the move, he saw that his bones were exposed at some point, and the flesh on his hand was decaying and disintegrating at a crazy speed, and this trend was still spreading to his whole body.

"Ah... No!"

In the painful roar, a contemporary top strong man actually died like this, which frightened countless people.

With almost no time to react, he turned into a pile of dry bones.

Uncle Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he faced the many strong men, he had already turned into a look of control, and spoke indifferently.

"The return of King Chen requires a huge price, and I don't want to disturb him, but he left a huge amount of sacrifices for Jiuzhou before he left. Not to mention the many, it's easy to kill a few more sixth-level strong men. Those who don't believe it can just report their names, and I will start another divine sacrifice."

Naturally, no one wanted to try, and they all said nothing.

Then Uncle Wei also set the rules.

After the strong men left, the few people present all breathed a long sigh of relief. To be honest, their legs were all soft now.

Others don't know, but the people of Jiuzhou certainly understand that this top-level divine sacrifice was made by emptying the coffins of King Samsara, Mountain God, and Old Jiang. If there was a really foolish strong man who reported his name just now, they could only sacrifice their own heads.