"Retreat, retreat!"

Zhuge Ancestor drank with all his might, and then pounced on himself, wanting to buy time for the younger generations to retreat.

However, it was too late, as soon as the violent and powerful foundation building period spiritual pressure of the Black Prison appeared, the surrounding mortals were immediately shocked, and they spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Not characters of the same level at all.

"Eat me!"

The only one present who could still move was the Grandmaster Third Realm Master Zhuge Ancestor, who was like a god of war with his body protection, and the Gang Qi in his hand condensed a long knife, and in a flash, he slashed at the shoulder of the Black Prison, but it was immediately shattered, leaving only a shallow blood mark on the shoulder.

"Is this what Bing Yan said about the cultivation method of today's inner martial artists, it's a bit of a doorway, you continue"

The black prison looked at the wound on his shoulder, and after a flash of black light, it returned to its original state, and then smiled at Zhuge Ancestor with a hideous and crazy smile.

Zhuge Ancestor was afraid, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back, even if it was a boulder, it would be cut in two by his knife, but it could only cut a tiny blood mark on this monster, he had a premonition, as long as this monster made a move, it would be his own death immediately, because the two were not of the same order of magnitude at all, from the words and deeds of the monster, it was clear that he didn't know where he had lived for hundreds of years, and now he was just familiar with today's means of attack.

People are just teasing the mouse in the old cat, and when he gets acquainted with it, it will be a stormy disaster!

"Why, you don't want to do it?

Seeing Zhuge Ancestor hesitate, Black Prison snorted coldly, and his figure immediately disappeared in place.

Not good!

Zhuge Ancestor's heart jumped, and his first reaction was to retreat, but the black prison was faster, and a pitch-black claw shadow flashed, instantly scratching through the indestructible coat in the eyes of ordinary people, and then tore Zhuge Ancestor's left arm off.

Zhuge Ancestor was beaten out and smashed on the ground, the white coat could no longer be condensed, not to mention the entire broken left arm, and there were three deep claw marks on his chest, which were deeply visible, if the claw shadow was faster, he would have been divided into two long ago.

Click, click!

"The meat is a little older, but it tastes good"

The Black Prison sends the severed arm into his mouth, bites off a large piece of flesh, chews and swallows it, and then gives an evaluation.

This attitude of treating people as food for cattle and sheep made everyone desperate to the extreme, even the most powerful ancestors were not the enemies of monsters, what could they do? Anyway, they would die, and they would die miserably.

"The sky is going to die, Zhuge family"

Zhuge Qian looked up to the sky and sighed, as if he had accepted his fate.

"Yes, that's it, fear will make flesh and blood taste better, and the soul will be more delicious, in that case, the real person is welcome"

The Black Prison smiled, and then he had to repeat his old trick and let out the corpse qi to enjoy the feast.

Rumble!

Who knew that at this time, a pillar of colorful light suddenly appeared in the Divine Medicine Mountain, rising into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the terrifying spiritual pressure swept in all directions, as if to make all things surrender.

"It's Mr. Jiang, he's finally going to get out!"

Zhuge Qian shouted and cried with joy, this feeling of suddenly finding hope in despair was too exciting.

"This is the breath of the Zhuji monk, that is, the enemy that Bingyan said?, ah, this is the most delicious food, a great tonic!"

The black prison looked at the multicolored pillar of light not far away, his eyes were full of essence, although this strange spiritual pressure faintly gave him a sense of unease, but more of it made him excited, the monk's flesh and blood spirit was nourished by the aura mana, I don't know how many times better than these physical mortals, eating him is better than a thousand!

Especially since this foundation building monk is obviously still in retreat, which is the weakest time!

Shout!

The Black Prison laughed wildly and turned into a black shadow, and slashed towards the treasure house, and the two-legged sheep here couldn't run anywhere anyway.

The patriarch of Zhuge who lived for the rest of his life exhaled, Zhuge Ancestor struggled to stand up, there was no blood on his face, and said to himself: "Hurry up and withdraw, it's not for us to mix now, I hope Mr. Jiang can withstand this monster, otherwise the world will be ruined."

"Finally condensed the long-lasting hatred law body!"

In the secret room of the treasure house, Jiang An, who had been in retreat for two and a half months, slowly collected his work, opened his eyes and looked at his crystal clear hands, which were even more beautiful than the most beautiful jade in the world, flawless and breathtaking.

He practiced alchemy day and night, first advancing to the foundation building stage with the power of powerful pills, and then began to cultivate the long-hatred law body.

First of all, the purple turin tree removed the branches and tails, leaving only the trunk, because the trunk is where the essence is, he cut off the trunk, saw the deep purple heart, and finally no longer worried, this is indeed the first stage of maturity of the usable materials.

The purple turin tree, every 3,000 years is a stage, when the heart of the tree is dark purple in 3,000 years, there will be gold in the purple in 6,000 years, and when it is 9,000 years, it is fully mature, purple and gold!

There are not many purple-gold purple turin trees in the fairy world, don't think about it in the world, it is already a chance to find a mature body that is three thousand years old, so Jiang An is satisfied and began to absorb its huge life force to lay the foundation for himself, and then condense the long-term hatred law body.

If it is the first time to practice this exercise, it will take more than five years to succeed, but Jiang An is a powerful person, or the second time to re-cultivate, all the way to the rapid progress, in just one month to basically complete, even more completely successful today.

The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless—the long-term hatred of the Dharma body is not one's own long-term hatred, but the despair of giving the enemy eternal life.

Feeling the terrifying power lurking in his body like magma and rushing like an angry sea, Jiang An was about to verify the physical supernatural powers that come with the Long Hate Law Body when an uninvited guest came.

The prohibition of the treasure house kept flickering, and it was clear that someone was attacking with brute force!

Jiang An frowned, and then released his divine sense.

Sure enough, as he guessed, after he advanced to the foundation building period, the earth seal in the Divine Sea was indeed loosened, revealing a gap, allowing him to release his divine sense, and the scope of his divine consciousness was a terrifying twenty or thirty miles! You must know that the great masters of the third realm of the Grandmaster can generally release their divine consciousness by ten or twenty meters, which is simply the difference between heaven and earth.

"It turned out to be a foundation-building demon corpse, okay, Jiang will try your magical powers first!"

In a moment, Jiang An knew the situation outside, and suddenly stood up, and with a wave of his robe, a huge force roared out.

Outside the treasure trove.

The black prison that had already broken the ban with brute force became more and more excited, and just wanted to kill and eat the foundation building monks inside, at this time, the door of the treasure house shattered into slag, and a huge force rushed towards it unexpectedly, directly sending the black prison into the distance like a sandbag.

Bang!

The black prison jumped out of the humanoid pit, his face was unbelievable, he was a corpse cultivator, he was a huge force, and his body was extremely strong, how could he be beaten away by someone at once?

Looking at the door of the treasure house again, Jiang An walked out leisurely, there was no momentum at all, he was extremely restrained, but more like a gentle and elegant nobleman, his eyes must have fallen on the body of the black prison, and he smiled: "It's just a demon, can you stand Jiang Mou's palm?"

The five elements are in one go!

This is the physical body supernatural power derived from the long-hating law body, Jiang An did not move, just raised his right hand lightly, and grabbed it towards the black prison in the air.

Something miraculous happened, the black prison only felt that the air around him was tight, and he was fixed like a steel ring, even if he couldn't move with a huge force, at the same time, the rumbling sound was loud, and in front of the black prison, a huge earthy yellow hand poked out from the ground, made of earth and stone, rough but you can see a palm print, each finger is almost as thick as a big truck, you can imagine how huge the whole giant hand is, lift it up, cover the sky and the sun, magnificent and majestic.

This is not like the power of the human world!

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked and lost their ability to think, and the black prison fell into endless horror, watching the giant hand stretch out like a dark cloud, and then put his five fingers together, and he was as small as a mosquito in front of the giant hand.

"No!"

The giant hand was lightly clenched, silently, only an unwilling roar was heard, and the black prison turned into powder, and the soul was also annihilated, and under one palm, he was not even qualified to enter reincarnation.

Bang la blah.

After the blow, the light of the giant hand flashed and lost its spirituality, turning into a pile of earth and rocks and falling, stacked into a mountain of earth more than ten meters high.

Jiang An clapped his hands, and seemed to be very satisfied with the power of the supernatural power, under one palm, the Zhuji Monk was definitely not his enemy, only the share of being killed in seconds! Then, he turned his head slightly, his gaze crossed the space, and instantly fell on a person.

The place where the Purple Turin Tree was originally located was as hot as falling into an ice cellar!