Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

There was the Heaven-shaking Ancient Sword in front, and the violent Law of Force roared behind. The boundless sword net also evolved into a sword formation that trapped all directions. Jiang Chen had no way to escape.

All pairs of eyes were widening.

The hearts of the people in Jiuzhou were hanging fiercely.

"When you join forces with others, you only use three-tenths of your strength to fight them. You are so good, rushing to the front with a stubborn head. Aren't you looking for death?" In this situation, he actually had the leisure to tease, turning his head to look at Ba, the calmness in his eyes made this already grown legendary weirdo feel inexplicably cold in his heart.

In a trance, it seemed to have returned to that night, it was fierce and monstrous, and the other party was weak and powerless.

The same rush to kill, the same calm eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

This scene, how similar?

Although on the verge of victory, Ba's hair stood on end because of these thoughts. Fear was instilled in every pore of it. The breath of death was like a big hand strangling its throat, making it feel suffocated.

"No, I can't..."

"If there is a next life, remember what Uncle Jiang said and be a good person." At this time, Jiang Chen had raised his left hand, with his palm facing Ba, just like that night.

The blood, which was hotter than magma, suddenly solidified at this moment. The shadow buried in the deepest part of his heart could no longer be suppressed, and it destroyed Ba's defense like a huge evil beast.

It wanted to turn around and escape at all costs, but the power of this blow dragged it to continue falling.

The flesh and blood in Jiang Chen's left palm were torn, and a huge bird head drilled out. It was golden, and the blood was boiling like an ancient furnace. The ancient pressure spanned the sky and the earth, making all living beings terrified.

"Puff"

The golden head came out, and blood mist splashed after a bite. The body of Ba disappeared from the chest down. This was because it turned around and wanted to run at the critical moment, changing the position of its upper body. Otherwise, it might have died in one blow.

"Ding, Ghost Qi +999w... Ghost Qi +..."

With only shoulders and head left, Ba roared in disbelief and retreated rapidly. Jiang Chen wanted to chase him, but suddenly turned around and looked at the Tongtian Ancient Sword. This sword was unexpectedly powerful, and he felt a huge threat.

The so-called great sword cultivator is an existence that has surpassed the battle power blockade of an era. Compared with the full-strength attack of the ninth level, this attack is fundamentally different and more terrifying!

"Seven Treasures and Eight Diagrams, Yin and Yang Qi, come out!"

The completely demonized Jiang Chen shouted softly, and a huge treasure bottle engraved with countless complicated array patterns, forming a black and white eight-diagram array on the surface, appeared out of thin air, and swelled up against the wind until it was a thousand feet high.

A strange suction force came out from the Yin-Yang Qi bottle, swallowing the Tongtian Ancient Sword alive!

The sound of wind and thunder came from the treasure bottle, roaring continuously, and then began to tremble violently, accompanied by a terrifying sound, and exploded in the sky.

Although this is the magic weapon of the Golden Winged Dapeng Eagle, after all, the strength difference is huge. Jiang Chen is satisfied that he can block this sword.

When Li Xuanzhen in front saw this scene, his eyes twitched fiercely and his lips turned pale. The previous blow to Youba did not shock him so much.

"Impossible, no!" He was in a state of dismay, but he did not forget to escape. He moved quickly and appeared on the horizon in an instant.

A golden light flashed, a sharp claw fell, and Li Xuanzhen's head disappeared, and then the headless body was beaten into a bloody mist.

However, at this time, a unique smell of incense ash drifted between heaven and earth. Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and returned from the horizon at an incredible speed. A golden light hit the land of Jiuzhou. At this moment, the soil there pieced together a human body.

One of the three incense sticks between Li Xuanzhen's eyebrows was burning. He looked at Jiang Chen deeply with a bit of loss of soul, and then disappeared into the land.

The golden light smashed a deep pit like a canyon on the ground, but failed to hit the opponent.

Jiang Chen used extreme speed and disappeared from everyone's sight. Not long after, he returned empty-handed. The means of the land temple could not be guessed. The existence behind a dangerous land must be at least at the great level to play a game with it.

He ignored the shocked people and chased in the direction where Ba left.

At this speed, even an old antique could only stare in amazement and could not keep up.

From the distant horizon came the cold shouts of Yue Chi and the sounds of fierce fighting. Soon the blood color of the sky began to fade, and Jiang Chen came back with a handful of hair.

He was weak and recovered his human form. The previous terrifying pressure and monstrous cruelty seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Hehe~"

"I suffered a big loss. After fighting for a long time, I only pulled a few strands of a woman's hair."

He shook his head and sighed, laughing at himself.

A group of people were twitching wildly.

You are fighting one against two, chasing a great sword cultivator, and aThe head of the ninth-order legendary monster with extraordinary combat power ran away, and in the end he ran to pull back a handful of hair from a Yin God. Is this a loss?

So you have to kill everyone else to avoid a loss?

"Brother!"

"King Chen... Old Jiang... Father Jiang..."

Led by Jiang Xiaochen, a group of people from Jiuzhou rushed forward and protected Jiang Chen. After all, he looked too weak at this time. It was a bit difficult for him to walk in the void. He was shaky and seemed to fall into the sea at any time.

A group of old antiques in front of them were eyeing them covetously, so it was inevitable that they would have some thoughts.

"It doesn't matter. A little injury is nothing. Samsara is now suffering fatal injuries every day, but he is not dead." Jiang Chen waved his hand to tell them not to worry. Then he looked at the group of old antiques and squeezed out a commercial smile on his tired face.

"Haha, did you enjoy watching enough?"

"Performance fee, 100 high-level sacrifices, if you want to take a photo with me, add 10, if you want a Yin God personal souvenir, add 50..."

These words made everyone in Jiuzhou stiffen.

They were originally thinking about how to pretend to be nonchalant and take the seriously injured King Chen back in front of a group of old antiques so as not to arouse their murderous intentions.

When King Chen said this, it was like roasting them on the fire.

One by one, the Yamas showed pain on their faces and contributed waves of ghost energy. They finally felt the pain of the former King Pingdeng and Zhou Tai.

Jiang Chen glanced at the King Pingdeng next to him with some dissatisfaction. Unlike the nervousness of the other Yamas, he clearly showed a suppressed excitement in his eyes, and kept licking his lips, ready to move.

"Pingdeng, you go collect the money."

He shouted, and King Pingdeng was stunned, shaking his head like a rattle.

At this time, Jiang Xiaochen thought for a while, walked up, grabbed the shoulder of King Pingdeng, flew to a group of old antiques, left him behind and came back.

Jiang Chen looked at him with approval.

At this time, King Pingdeng, who was surrounded by a group of old antiques and surrounded by wolves, could no longer remain calm.

Turning his head, he looked at Jiang Chen miserably, opened his mouth, pointed at himself, and said "ah" several times, helpless like an abandoned child.

"Don't be afraid, those who don't pay, don't save face, kill them directly with the Infernal Purgatory!" Jiang Chen was still encouraging.

King Pingdeng was so angry that he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Infernal Purgatory, kill the eighth-level old antique?

Am I crazy or the old antique can't hold the knife anymore, Old Jiang, you really killed me!

"Ghost Qi +999w!"