With his cultivation of the quasi-Yuan God Realm, coupled with the Quasi-Emperor Extreme Immortal Spirit Treasure such as the blue drum, he was already invincible.

Even if he didn't be able to take Lin Jiahao down, Lin Jiahao didn't want to take advantage of him.

"Really?"

Regarding Yongmingjun's pride, Lin Jiahao only responded lightly.

For some reason, at this moment, Yong Mingjun felt an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

Before his premonition spread throughout his body, Lin Jiahao summoned the gravity space from the heaven and earth coffin and completely enveloped him.

Rumble!

Under the pressure of this gravitational space, Yong Mingjun's body fell a lot in an instant.

"Independent space!"

Yong Mingjun forcibly resisted the oppressive force exerted from above, stared at Lin Jiahao with a frightened face, and said, "How can you have such a means? ”

"There's a lot you don't know, and now, I'm going to see how long you can hold on." Lin Jiahao smiled disdainfully.

Rumble!

Before the words completely fell, Lin Jiahao continued to hold the flute and launched a ferocious attack on Yong Mingjun.

Bang!

Yongmingjun's expression was full of consternation, but he also had to resist Lin Jiahao's attack.

However, compared to just now, his ability to resist has weakened a lot, and it is completely incomparable.

Therefore, under the oppression of this gravity space, his cultivation that had just been promoted to the quasi-primordial god realm was equivalent to a reduction of one level.

All in all, at this time, his strength had almost returned to the point of perfection in the Creation Realm.

Moreover, he doesn't have the same divine soul as Bi Xiaotong, and he can also have a certain ability to deal with gravity space.

What's more, even if he is also in the quasi-Yuan God Realm, his own strength is much weaker than Bi Xiaotong.

Everyone looked at the gravitational space that shrouded Yong Mingjun's body, and the shock in their hearts couldn't be described in words.

This kind of method is a little too terrifying, I really don't know how Lin Jiahao mastered it.

Yun Hai and Shuangxinghui and the others, while surprised, were happy.

Rumble!

In the gravitational space range, the flute in Lin Jiahao's hand was still frantically attacking Yongmingjun.

In this kind of crazy aggressiveness, Yong Mingjun retreated again and again, and after a minute, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of red blood, and his face turned a little pale.

Seeing that Yong Mingjun was injured, everyone also exclaimed again, as if they didn't expect that the situation would become so fast.

They thought that Yong Mingjun would be able to support him for a little longer, but it turned out to be much more than they expected.

Yun Hai and Shuangxinghui and the others, the joy on their faces was a little stronger.

Yongmingjun relied on the strength of the quasi-Yuan God Realm, wantonly humiliated them, tortured them, and had already accumulated a lot of grievances, and now seeing Yongmingjun being beaten by Lin Jiahao, there was no reason to be unhappy.

Bang!

In the shrouded area of gravity space, Lin Jiahao hit Yong Mingjun with another attack, and at the same time as the dull voice spread, Yong Mingjun's figure retreated, and blood spat out of his mouth again.

"Bastard!"

Yong Mingjun stared at Lin Jiahao with resentful eyes, being suppressed and beaten like this by Lin Jiahao was something he never expected.

Yong Mingjun stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his heart was full of anger, and when he was about to say something, Lin Jiahao didn't give him any chance, grabbed the flute, and continued to attack the past.

He knew very well how fierce Lin Jiahao's attack was, where did he dare to say more nonsense, and summoned his spirit out at the moment.

It is a spirit that looks like cotton, giving the impression of being soft and elastic.

After the spirit was summoned, Yongmingjun controlled it in front of him and dented it in one fell swoop.

Immediately after, an elastic burst out from the divine soul, bouncing off the flute in Lin Jiahao's hand.

Yong Mingjun, who was behind the Cotton Divine Soul, was of course not harmed in any way.

Lin Jiahao's eyes flashed with cold light, and he still held the flute to attack, but every attack was unexpected, and they were all shocked by the rebound power of the cotton spirit.

"Hehehe, Lin Jiahao, with my spirit here to resist, don't want to hurt me."

Yong Mingjun laughed out loud with a somewhat hideous face, although his divine soul has no attack power, but in the defense area, it is definitely first-class.

"Seems kind of interesting."

Lin Jiahao narrowed his eyes, it was not that he had not encountered those gods with defensive abilities in the past.

It's just that those divine souls are all hard defenses, and when they attack with strong power, they can be easily defeated.

And Yongmingjun's divine soul is equivalent to playing Tai Chi with you, your strength is strong, but it is soft and dissolved.

When your strength weakens, there is another wave of rebound, leaving you powerless.

"Overcoming rigidity with softness?"

A smile quickly appeared on Lin Jiahao's face, and he said, "Then let you see how I broke your soul." ”

"Boy, don't dream!" Yong Mingjun snorted coldly, he didn't believe that Lin Jiahao could do it at all.

"A hundred cuts through the heart!"

Lin Jiahao didn't pay attention to Yong Mingjun, he let out a low cry in his heart, and the incomparably sharp sword qi gathered around his body in a blink of an eye.

These sword qi formed a hundred giant knives in the next moment.

The length of each giant knife almost reached a hundred meters.

This kind of thing is closely related to the cultivation of cultivators.

The higher the cultivation, the stronger the sword intent will become.

Now that Lin Jiahao's cultivation has reached the late stage of the Creation Realm, when he uses this kind of sword intent again, he will of course be much stronger than before.

After the appearance of a hundred giant swords, the entire martial arts training ground was shrouded in fierce sword aura, and a hundred huge ravines had already cracked on the ground.

Those who had not reached the realm of cultivation and cultivation, even if they used their desolate power to resist, there were many traces of being injured by the sword qi on their skin, and blood continued to flow out one after another.

Looking at the hundred giant knives that appeared in front of him, and then feeling the power emanating from the giant knives, where was there any arrogant smile on Yong Mingjun's face, he instantly became iron-blue.

Moreover, in the face of the power of this sword intent, there was also a strong sense of death on his body.

What's more, he is still included in Lin Jiahao's gravity space range, and being in it has already made his strength decline, and even if he has a divine soul, he may be in danger.

Laugh at!

Lin Jiahao didn't give Yong Mingjun time to think, after seeing a hundred giant knives condensed, he raised his hand and waved, and the giant knives broke out in an instant, and the surrounding air immediately made a cracking sound.

In the face of this giant knife attack formed by a hundred sword qi, Yong Mingjun also didn't dare to think about it anymore, and his body hurriedly clinged to the back of the cotton spirit, for fear of exposing a little skin outside.

Laugh at!

A hundred giant knives burst through the air and stabbed fiercely at the cotton spirit.

Just like just now, the moment the attack came up, this divine soul slowed down the power of the giant sword with 'skill'.

When the cotton spirit was pushed into it by the giant knife and reached its limit, a rebound force was generated unexpectedly. I want to bounce back the hundred giant knives.