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"Did you deliberately suppress your cultivation! Your cultivation is also ineffective!"

Fang Jingqiang carefully examined Jiang Tian.

But after a moment, he shook his head decisively.

impossible!

This person is absolutely impossible for him to be at the level of false pills! He must have used some kind of pill or evil method to force his cultivation!

He has many secret methods to detect the blood and energy of the body, and can conclude that Jiang Tian’s age is definitely not over thirty years old!

Before the age of thirty, I will cultivate a false pill. In the small world of Tianxing, there are not many people even in the immortal ruins!

"I didn't even kill you!"

Jiang Tian stood with his hands behind his back, showing a little disappointment, shook his head and sighed: "Your luck is so good!"

"Don't be rampant on Earth."

Fang Jingqiang was furious and his lung tube almost exploded!

"Ignorance, how can you know the profound background of this city lord? My strength has not yet been used for one tenth!"

"My eight-armed demon magic skill, my magic weapon, can trample you into flesh paste in every second!"

He stared at Tongling's big eyes, and was furious, pointing at Jiang Tian, ​​shouting angrily like thunder and thunder.

The violent sound waves made people's eardrums almost explode, and their chests were churning and shaking.

"Eight-armed Demon God? Haha, what kind of trash is that! I have never killed any demon gods in the universe?"

Jiang Tian was calm and smiled disdainfully.

"Carry out of the altar!"

Fang Jingqiang roared angrily.

"promise!"

On the bronze ancient chariot of Bianhuang City, many golden armored Bianhuang warriors suddenly unleashed a five-meter-long white bone altar and floated in front of Fang Jingqiang.

"retreat!"

With Fang Jingqiang's call, many ancient warships, chariots and cloud towers retreated like a tide, and did not stop until ten miles away.

Only the Bianhuangcheng chariot with the white bone altar was left unmoved.

Many warriors in the border areas showed complex expressions of fear and fascination.

At this time, Fang Jingqiang's angry expression suddenly disappeared, showing a pious and respectful look. He pinched Gu'a's handprints with both hands, his lips quickly twitched, and he muttered something.

I saw a wooden statue of eight-armed god on the huge human bone altar, covered with countless yellow talisman papers, floating with the flying and making noises.

The runes on the talisman paper are curved, shaped like tadpoles and strange snakes, extremely mysterious and obscure, and extremely red, and are actually portrayed in human blood.

Fang Jingqiang's mouth opened and closed not much, but obscure and loud magic words sounded in the sky.

As the magic word became more and more urgent, the black fog filled the ancient warship, sweeping around, and the demonic energy surged!

Gradually, Fang Jingqiang seemed to have established a connection with another world, using himself as a bridge to communicate with the demon god.

Suddenly, blood burst out on the altar of white bones, like red clouds covering the sky and the sun, covering a huge chariot, illuminating ten miles of radius, as if it was stained with blood.

The surging blood light burst out from the White Bone Altar, soaring hundreds of feet high. The rippling light of lightning lingers, bursting towards all directions.

The thunder made the ice and snow at the top of Yujing Peak melt, and even the stones turned into powder and rolled down.

Thunder surrounded the blood light, forming a huge net of lightning, and moved with a surging magic power suddenly gathered towards the white bone altar and bombarded the wooden statue.

The statue suddenly began to expand, and cracks appeared, with its momentum getting higher and higher and more terrifying!

"Retreat! He has begun to summon demons! Everyone retreats! Fellow Taoist Taichu, it's better to avoid his sharpness-"

Jiang Haishan was shouting, his face changing wildly.

This eight-armed demon magic skill is so terrifying, it has the power to destroy the world. As a result, Fang Jingqiang once surpassed the level to kill several powerful people with perfect false pills!

Everyone also lost the calmness they had just now, showed panic, and stepped on the flying sword and retreated like a meteor.

But even so, there were still more than a dozen foundation-building strong men who were knocked into ashes by the lightning!

"Interestingly, monsters have appeared in this world! Could it be that they invaded the ancient earth?"

Jiang Tian looked at Fang Jingqiang and the altar with fun, his face calm.

Although the Demon God is called a God, it is only because of its power and magical powers, but its essence still belongs to the Demon!

God, the Lord is born, the Lord is created, and the Demon Lord is dead and the Lord is destroyed. In the world of cultivation, there are many branches and occupy many interfaces.

At this moment, Fang Jingqiang shouted loudly and spurted out a stream of blood on the wooden statue.

Boom!

The latter suddenly exploded, and a demon god with eight arms and four sides, hundreds of feet tall suddenly appeared in the void.

This demon god is as tall as a giant peak in the air. His eight arms are holding eight kinds of treasures, including guqin, beads, bows, arrows, skeletons, bones, spears, and Thousand-Level Pagodas.

All four faces showed a ferocious look and said with a grim smile: "This insect in the lower world, the delicious insect in the world, is ready to bear the anger of the eight-armed demon god...it can be eaten again!"

His saliva flowed down like a stream.

At the same time, the sound of the piano in his hand turned into a rolling magic sound and rushed towards Jiang Tian, ​​like a storm.

When everyone saw this, they were frightened and had difficulty breathing.

Everyone felt that their heart of Tao was seriously disturbed by the demon sound at the same time, and they felt that the inner demons and distracting thoughts were everywhere, and they were ready to move.

"Young Master Jiang, don't fight anymore, why bother? Why not go to my boudoir..."

Fairy Miaoyi's eyes were flowing, her pretty face was flushed, her delicate voice was silenced, and her charming expression flowed. When she spoke, she realized that she was too out of control.

She was embarrassed and quickly bit her teeth and shouted, chanting the Qingxin Mantra, and suppressing the demonic thoughts of the heart.

Cultivators in the middle and late stages of foundation building can still bear it, but those in the early stages of foundation building cannot bear it at all.

"Come on, boy, let's be ashamed together!"

By the willow river, Chu Yunxiu's eyes were beaten to a black blue, but it was leaning on the bluestone. Her clothes were half-disassembled, her shoulders were exposed, and she was giggling and looking at the smelly monkey.

The stinky monkey looked demented and walked over staggeringly: "I have been full of yang since I was a child, so I can indeed do some shy things with my sister!"

The big black dog turned a blind eye and slapped Chu Yunxiu to the ground, looked up at the sky, and said, "Little slutty, what's the whisper? Don't delay me watching the show!"

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"Zhongli? In my eyes, you are the Zhongli. Stop saying that you are just a soul clone of the eight-armed demon god, but if you come in person, I can raise my hand to kill you!"

Above Yujing Peak, Jiang Tian's face was as calm as water, and he was not lingering in his arms. His eyes looked contemptuous and he smiled coldly.

This eight-armed demon god does not belong to this world, it is just a remnant of a divine soul clone.

For thousands of years, he has not been nourished by demonic energy, and has an old and weak body, and is said to be about to perish.

In order to preserve this demon god, Fang Jingqiang killed living people every day and created a soul and spirit to sacrifice, so he maintained the body of this demon god.

But to be honest, although this demon god has a higher cultivation level, his physique is far inferior to Nie Mingyuan's prison-controlling demon body!

Jiang Tian has at least dozens of methods to kill him in every second, adjust ghosts and eliminate gods, destroy magic spells, or directly use the soul-swalking consciousness to swallow him.

"Candle, die for me!"

The eight-armed and four-sided demon god was furious, and all four faces showed a ferocious and angry look. The four mouths shouted angrily, and the sound shook all directions.

Then, he soared into the air, his eight arms clutching magic weapons, dancing like an octopus, and various weapons and magic weapons smashed down at Jiang Tian.

Boom!

As soon as he took action, the entire sky was about to collapse, and the violent demonic energy and energy pushed horizontally in all directions.

Suddenly, rocks rose into the air on the surrounding mountains, and then turned into powder under violent pressure.

Even the Yujing Peak began to appear spider-web-like cracks, and the mountain body was trembling violently, and the mountain protection arrays seemed to collapse.

Even though everyone was ten miles apart, they were still suffocated by it and were still blown away.

"Evil Demon heretics!"

Jiang Tian shouted softly, and the Demon Gour in the Dew Swallowing Waist jumped wildly, and a flying sword broke out into the air.

The flying sword was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it reached his neck, surrounded his head, and spared four times.

Suddenly, four huge heads fell down like meteorites, and the tall demon body as strong as a mountain was stiff in the air.

Everyone was shocked.

For example, Chu Yunxiu, Wu Xiude, Li Hongyu and others all showed shock and fear on their faces.

"Success!"

Ye Tianren, Qiao's brother and sister, stinky monkey, Jiang Haishan and others who had retreated to the Yujing Peak all looked happy.

But the next moment, everyone's faces showed shock and astonishment.
To be continued...