The Golden Wheel Living Buddha was shocked and taken aback, only to see half of his body sink into a black quagmire at some point, and the fierce black water was like a ghost hand firmly climbing his legs, his waist, and his shoulders. The black smoke was corrupting and eroding the Great Heavenly Demon Pestle at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The golden demon pestle has become a piece of yellow scrap iron.

"Demon Qi! Shaft, you dare to release the monster of the demon refining pot!" The Golden Wheel Living Buddha was furious, and at the same time had control that could not be concealed.

Monsters are afraid of the Dharma, so why doesn't the Dharma stay away from them?

The Golden Wheel Living Buddha was about to move the solution to the Dharma, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Demon Fire God Crow Seal!"

The divine fire swept the sky and was deafening.

Jiang Changan directly pressed down, devastating, and unstoppable.

The solution is reluctantly played, but the demon heart has been messed into it, and it is just a plate of loose sand, which can't change anything at all.

"Boom!"

The earth shook the mountains, Jiang Chang'an suppressed it, and shook the Golden Wheel Living Buddha to death!

The body was a puddle of mud, tossed in the wind, and then turned to ashes in the aftermath of terror.

In the air and on the ground, everyone was dead silent, everyone was stunned, and the living Buddha of the Mi Cultivation Realm was killed by a young boy who had not dried up!

"If it is said that he killed Mo Guzi who was holding the Extreme Dao Divine Weapon purely by relying on the Heavenly Tribulation and luck, then who can give a reasonable explanation for this scene at this moment?!"

However, Jiang Changan didn't get any favors, he stubbornly resisted the understanding of the Fa Rulai, and his internal organs seemed to be almost removed, coupled with the excessive use of spiritual power, his physical strength was completely drained.

"Poof!"

His figure slowly fell from the sky and slammed into the dirt.

He really wanted to sleep beautifully, not thinking about anything, hearing nothing, and treating the world as if he had forgotten the world.

But the world doesn't go according to people's wishes!

"Boom!"

The space was distorted, blurred, and a huge black palm slapped out, the scene was quite terrifying, so abrupt.

The big black handprints were overwhelming, pressing Jiang Changan's falling body underneath, making a rumbling sound, as if it was about to be smashed into a meatloaf in the next moment, and it was slapped down violently.

The one who shot was the snake-headed immortal who was looking forward to it!

The immortals finally couldn't hold it anymore!

Although Jiang Chang'an's power made him have a strong interest in it, he was not stupid, the green lantern was in charge of all things, and even the immortal power was under his suppression, and even as long as this son wanted to, he could kill the immortals without caring about the gap in the realm, this is the law of heaven and earth, and the chaos of yin and yang is doomed at the beginning of the division.

So this threat must not stay!

Jiang Changan was exhausted, he could only raise his fists to resist, and the golden light was weak.

"Dang!"

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The sonic shook the sky, like two mountains colliding with each other, making people's ears buzz and make people feel dizzy.

In mid-air and hundreds of feet away on the ground, many people's bodies shook, and after staggering, they retreated a dozen steps, their qi and blood surged, and their faces turned pale, the strength of this strange-looking middle-aged man staring at a snake's head was far beyond the concept they could understand.

Such a force is undoubtedly fatal to Jiang Changan, who is weakened in this matter, and everyone will think that he has no hope of regeneration.

However, Jiang Changan took it, and his golden fist resisted the big black hand, blocking it in the air!

The snake-headed immortal sneered: "The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is beyond its strength!"

With a broken drink, the big hand crossed the sky, covering the sky and the sun, the big black hand exhausted the power of heaven and earth, rolling and hooking the sea of blood of the heavenly calamity, the black flame and the red mist were intertwined, diffusing and rumbling, and the sky seemed to collapse in the next moment.

This is a terrifying divine power, invincible, destroying everything!

Jiang Changan shouted angrily, his fist burst with golden light, and smashed into this palm continuously, and the clouds and mist of the hit shook in bursts, even the hostile monks couldn't help but feel a little respectful when they saw this scene, and it was no longer a struggle of strength, but a game of determination, how could a person with an indestructible and unyielding heart not be worthy of respect?

The strength of this fist is far beyond the Purple Mansion Realm, and even beyond the Middle Dao Transformation Realm, at such an age, it is no wonder that this Snake Head Venerable will give a high evaluation of "only you cultivate".

However, this kind of strength is still thousands of miles away in front of this black and red palm, and it is not painful at all

"Die!" the serpent-headed immortal made the final verdict with a strong word.

"Bang!"

Jiang Chang'an's weak body fell like a meteorite with a roar, smashing out an abyss with a width of ten zhang!

The atmosphere on the field seemed to have frozen with this sound, the fighting stopped, and the shouting stopped.

There was a deathly silence where everyone could hear each other's heartbeats.

They all stared into the abyss.

In the cold night, the rapid gasping turned into a faint mist in front of my eyes. In the eastern sky, a shallow pink and white line has appeared, like the scattered ink blurred by cinnabar, announcing the passing of the night and the arrival of dawn.

However, the blood of the zenith gathered more and more, and it turned into a sea of blood waves, erasing this unbearable powder.

The night is still long.

"Ahem! ahem...... Ahem!"

His naked body struggled to stand up in the mud, his hands bent over his knees, his lungs coughing wildly, blood pouring in, as if all his internal organs were going to be coughed out in the next moment, his head was groggy, and he staggered and almost collapsed.

The spiritual power of blood loss, broken bones, overdraft, and exhausted souls all converged on this fragile body that was just supported by will.

This young man is at the end of his life, and everyone thinks so.

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Yes, the encirclement that should have rushed forward was instead expanded, and everyone instinctively took a step back.

Fear has spread.

Half of his cheeks were blurred with flesh and blood, obscured in the mantle, and it was difficult to feel sadness and joy, leaving only the faint light of his eyes, mocking, mocking, and provoking.

An Juntang opened his mouth slightly, his eyes and expression were completely stunned. What kind of stubbornness, what kind of obsession, can support such a body? The Su family sisters and Yi Rou were puzzled, and the faces of Situ Yuning and Lu Qinghan showed a sense of distress and misery, they had seen him look crazy like this, and that time it was for a man who loved to laugh.

This time, he is fighting with immortals, fighting with the sky, and he is covered with bruises, and he will not hesitate to do so!

"Why do you have to stand up?" everyone wanted to ask, pretending to be dead could still survive, but standing up and facing the immortals, there was only one way to die.

Facing the retreating crowd, Jiang Changan raised his head and looked directly at the snake-headed immortal who was high above.

His face was covered with blood, but he was full of smiles.

At that moment, the green tendons that burst out of the snake-headed immortal's forehead jumped suddenly.

"Are you scared?" Jiang Changan looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. Contempt, madness, indulgence, wantonness.

The burst of laughter smashed deep into everyone's hearts like nails, and their faces were as earthy as earth.

In the clouds, the face of the snake-headed immortal was already iron-blue, and the eyes of the thousand-eyed Shangzun showed a fierce light, and everyone present was afraid, this kind of scene made him think of the day when the ancient heavenly court was destroyed, and all the immortals also looked like this.

Oh, it turns out that there is no difference between immortals and people.

But what is in front of you is just a young man who is still on the verge of life and death, and may even die in the next second! What are you afraid of! What are you afraid of? What are you powerful and powerful people afraid of?

Looking at the scene in front of him, An Juntang actually smiled faintly.

These people will never understand the despair of being silent in the dark, let alone the unyielding fire that blooms in despair, the desire for life, and the cognition of death, which not everyone can understand.

There are always some people in this world who are unwilling to be ordinary, do not believe in destiny, do not give up, do not give in, and do not compromise. Even at the last moment of life, it must bloom like a summer flower, uninhibited and wild.

You can die standing up, but you can't lose on your knees.

In the red light, the third thunder light almost wanted to show its fangs, towards the unyielding young man......

He just didn't think so, and looked at the snake-headed immortal with a bright smile: "I'm going to screw your head off!"

The scene in front of An Juntang gradually became hazy, and in a trance, the figure of the young man in front of him overlapped with the candle flame in the long hall that endured hunger, cold and loneliness, unyielding, inextinguishable, and endless.

Tears slipped down from the corners of her eyes, and she remembered that day, on the six jade platforms, divination 7,312 times, and saw the astronomical hexagram -

He rose from the ashes and danced, and the devotees bowed as if they were gods.