Chapter 1159: Strong Men Gather Together, with Unlimited Murderous Potential

The ceremony for the leader's enthronement is still going on, and will last for a whole day and night. There are too many people participating, and the worship rituals are extremely complicated.

At this point, enter the gift link.

One by one, the emperors and princes of the great powers, together with the sect leaders of their respective countries and the heads of the cultivating families, walked onto the stage, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to Jiang Tian, ​​and offered congratulatory gifts.

"Bingji Kingdom congratulates the leader of Taichu on his ascension to the throne. May the leader's magic power last forever, live for thousands of years, promote the power of the immortal leader, and benefit all people in the world. I specially offer ten Dinghai beads, a thousand catties of mysterious ice cold jade, and snow lotus... "

"The Black Scale Demon Clan of Beiyu Island in the Ice Pole Country presents..."

"Bingji Kingdom Xuantian Sect congratulates..."

Just as many sects, noble clans and city lords in Bingji Country were congratulating and offering gifts to Jiang Tian.

In the sky, a loud shout suddenly came:

"The Master of the Southern Sword Palace, the Sword Saint King Xiancao, has come to pay a visit to the Taichu Cult Leader!"

The sound was sharp and sharp, like a peerless heavenly sword. It seemed to be able to cut through the earth and destroy huge cities. The entire Maolin City was trembling.

Everyone was confused and looked panicked.

Wang Xiancao!

A generation of swordsmen!

It is said that he entered Taoism with a sword and condensed the sixth-grade golden elixir three hundred years ago. His cultivation is unparalleled!

His golden elixir is like a sword, extremely powerful. Over the years, he has swept through more than ten large sects and families in the southern border, and even conquered three giant cities and many sects, finally achieving the unparalleled prestige of the Sword Palace!

His ferocious flames were surging, his hands were stained with blood, and the Sword Palace he founded had become one of the top five orthodox traditions in the southern region. Even Ting Yu Lou did not dare to underestimate him!

Mou Bohu's expression changed drastically and he secretly complained.

I heard that Jiang Tian and his disciple Tang Linglong killed Fairy Lan Dai, the elder of the Sword Palace, I am afraid that this is a knock on their door.

Some people with strong cultivation even saw the sword energy composed of sound waves coming overwhelmingly.

On the city wall, the formation pattern was wide open and the light was bright, but it was no match at all. Huge gaps about a hundred meters long were actually cut by the sonic sword.

The sword energy was like a rainbow and a broad sun, coming across the blue sky. It was so dense that it blocked the sky and the sun. It poured down towards the square and pointed directly at Jiang Tian.

"This sound wave can kill the foundation!"

Many people exclaimed, and even many sect leaders, city lords, and royal families were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

This is a peerless vicious man, whose vicious reputation has spread far and wide throughout the Western Lands. He has the power to slaughter cities and destroy countries. Even the king of a country is trembling with fear when seeing him, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Wang Xiancao is indeed so domineering and fierce!

He seemed to be claiming his family name, but in fact he was attacking from within, trying to get the upper hand, and wanted to give Jiang Tian a disastrous start.

"Master!"

Mou Hongdie's face changed drastically, and she squeezed Jiang Tian's big hand tightly, her palms filled with cold sweat.

"Your Excellency has a very loud voice!"

Jiang Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule, he smiled indifferently, and gently rolled up his sleeves, as if he didn't even see the sonic sword rain.

Suddenly, an invisible wave of air swept up like a stormy sea and collided with the sonic sword.

With a rumble, many sonic sword rains suddenly shattered and exploded in the air.

When the smoke dissipated, everyone suddenly saw that one by one strong men stepped on the rainbow, passed through the cracks in the city defense formation, and landed on the square.

Wang Xiancao looks to be only in his thirties. He is wearing a blood-colored robe and carrying a blood-colored sword on his back. The whole person is like a blood-colored peerless heavenly sword, bloodthirsty and cold.

However, among the crowd, such a powerful Wang Xiancao was only ranked third. There were two strong men in front of him.

Walking at the front was a man wearing a fiery red dress and with red hair. This man was tall and mighty, full of violent aura, and had flame-like red lines on his face.

His eyes widened with anger, and occasionally the flames flickered out. On his chest, a flame embroidery in the shape of a red lotus was eye-catching, as if it was a real flame.

"Wang Xiancao is the master of the Sword Palace and is known as the peerless sword god. Who can be above him?"

Many lower-level monks were shocked and confused.

"He is the godson of the Zoroastrian Cult, and the city is on fire!"

But someone had already recognized him, looking uneasy, and Prince Jihan whispered tremblingly.

"What? Godson of the Zoroastrian Cult! The city is on fire!"

Countless people present were horrified and moved.

The Zoroastrian Cult is the number one sect in the Western Region!

It is so powerful that it shocks the entire Fire Desert, and ranks among the top two in the entire endless vastness of the Western Land, second only to the Jinpeng Temple and one step ahead of the Immortality Sect.

The disciples of the Zoroastrian Cult cultivate the Red Lotus Earth Fire, claiming that a single spark can burn a city and set a prairie ablaze, with infinite power.

Godson, that’s even more amazing!

A godson must go through many tests. From an inner disciple, to an elite, to a direct disciple, his talent and knowledge are unparalleled.

In addition, he has to serve as an elder for about ten years, hone his management skills, and make contributions to the sect before he can become a godson!

That is the elite among the elite, who will inherit the position of leader in the future!

It is said that Beacon City originally had a secular name, but one year, the countries in the Western Region suffered from natural disasters and did not worship Zoroastrianism.

In anger, he drove out red fire, burned ten cities to ashes, killed millions of people, and wiped out several royal families. The emperors in the Western Territory were so frightened that they quickly sold off the iron and treasures in the palace before paying the fee. Three times the usual annual tribute.

From then on, every time he traveled around the world, every giant city in every country would feel as if he was facing a formidable enemy. They would light beacons to send messages, and the emperor would come from hundreds of miles away to greet him, servilely, and perform three kowtows and nine bows, and he was called the Red Lotus God of Fire.

As a result, he had this notorious reputation.

For a godson with such strong cultivation and monstrous background, even Prince Jihan would run hundreds of miles away from him when he saw him, like a mouse that dared not stick to its front when it saw a cat.

Behind Feng Huo Liancheng, there was a young monk with handsome features and an ethereal aura, wearing a long blue robe.

His aura was tepid, but his aura had the potential to compete with Fenghuo Liancheng. When everyone looked carefully, they were shocked again.

"Young Master Tingyulou! Xiao Qinghe!"

This son is the direct disciple of Xiao Lengyu, the master of Tingyu Pavilion. However, it is said that he condensed the golden elixir before he was a hundred years old. Now he should have the strength of the late golden elixir. He rarely takes action and is even more mysterious and terrifying.

In addition, there are also powerful people such as the abbot of Moyan Temple in the crowd. Everyone is at least at the late stage of Jindan. It can be said that a large army is suppressing the situation. Taken together, it far exceeds the many elders and elders of the Changsheng Sect.

Seeing this, Fairy Luomei looked frightened and her whole body was trembling.

Two of the eldest disciples of the Four Great Traditions have arrived, and Hehuan Sect and Jinpeng Temple are probably not far away either!

Without the approval of Jinpeng Temple, the Zoroastrian Cult and Tingyulou would not dare to attack the Immortality Cult easily.

How should Jiang Taichu deal with this time?

"Young Master, Fenghuo Godson, Wang Zhenxian and all of you are here to attend the grand ceremony. It really makes me, the Immortal Sect, very honored!"

The Supreme Elder Bai Xu secretly complained, but he still greeted him with a cheerful face and said with a smile: "Please take a seat and enjoy a glass of thin wine!"

"roll!"

Sword Palace King Xiancao took action directly and popped out with one finger.

laugh!

A sword energy burst out, about a hundred meters long, with a faint roar of thunder, capable of cutting golden elixirs, and stabbed the Supreme Elder in the chest.

"you!"

The Supreme Elder's white beard and eyes were about to burst, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly take action.

Fortunately, he was not weak, his arms seemed to be closed, and he was able to block the sword energy by inciting the strong wind.

The sword energy was shattered, but Bai Xu still felt very uncomfortable, his chest seemed to be split open, his face was pale and full of pain, he groaned, and retreated a hundred meters away after flying into the air.

His cultivation level is not bad, but after all, he is old and frail, and practicing the blood-soaked body-changing mystical skill has many disadvantages. His energy, blood, and physique are very mixed. It is already very difficult for him to resist the sword energy of this king fairy grass.

"Wang Xiancao, do you dare to be so presumptuous on the grand ceremony of my leader's ascension to the throne, and treat me like Maolin City and the Immortality Sect as a nobody?"

Mou Bohu stepped forward and shouted loudly.

"If you want to have a drink, we welcome you. If you want to cause trouble, get out!"

Fan Xiuzhu was also angry and walked out with a silver spear.

The ceremony of the leader's enthronement is solemn and solemn, how grand!

But when they came to make a scene, they were slapping Jiang Tian in the face, slapping Maolin City in the face, and putting the entire Immortality Sect in contempt. This is extremely provocative and disrespectful!

"The grand ceremony for the leader's ascension to the throne? What a bullshit ceremony!"

Wang Xiancao's face was stern, and he raised his hand and waved it out.

Suddenly, thousands of huge sword energies erupted from his palm.

Mou Bohu and Fan Xiuzhu immediately flew out, flying more than two hundred meters before landing.

During this period, Bai Xu used a true energy shield to protect the two of them, otherwise, with one blow, the two of them would be killed.

"Don't go too far!" Bai Xu shouted angrily.

"Jiang Taichu, the Immortality Sect confuses believers, has three laws of immortality, kills fellow disciples, fights of blood, cannibalism, disregards human ethics, and is endlessly poisonous. Now, it's time to end!"

Wang Xiancao was too lazy to pay attention to him, looked at Jiang Tian with contempt, and said:

"Now, for the sake of all the people in the north, for the common people in the world, and for the sake of the vicissitudes of life, we have formed an army of demon slayers and are here to suppress you! If you obediently hand over your position as headmaster and the entire territory of the four major kingdoms in the north, my Lord Spare your life!"