Chapter 924: Fighting the Eight-Armed Demon God, Jiang Tian Controls Ten Thousand Swords

"Could it be that you suppressed your cultivation on purpose! Your cultivation is not as good as the fake elixir!"

Fang Jingqiang looked at Jiang Tian carefully.

But after a moment, he shook his head firmly.

impossible!

There is absolutely no way this person is at the fake elixir level! Some kind of elixir or evil method must have been used to forcibly increase the cultivation level!

He has many secret methods for detecting the blood of the physical body, and he can conclude that Jiang Tian's age must not be more than thirty years old!

To be honest, there are not many people who can cultivate fake elixirs before the age of thirty in the small world of Tianxing, even in the Immortal Ruins!

"I didn't kill you with a single finger!"

Jiang Tian stood with his hands behind his hands, showing a hint of disappointment, shaking his head and sighing: "You are so lucky!"

"Earth ant, don't be so arrogant."

Fang Jingqiang was so angry that his lungs almost exploded!

"Ignorant child, how do you know the profound knowledge of this city lord? I have not yet used one-tenth of my strength!"

"My eight-armed demon power, my magic weapon, can trample you into a pulp in seconds!"

He stared at Tong Ling with big eyes, his eyes were about to burst, he pointed at Jiang Tian, ​​and shouted angrily like thunder.

The violent sound wave shook people's eardrums to the point of exploding, and the blood in their chests surged, and they were on the verge of collapse.

"Eight-armed demon? Haha, what kind of garbage is that! I travel across the universe, what kind of demon has I not killed?"

Jiang Tian took his time and smiled disdainfully.

"Bring out the altar!"

Fang Jingqiang roared angrily.

"promise!"

On top of the ancient bronze chariot of Bianhuang City, many golden-armored Bianhuang warriors suddenly launched a bone altar with a radius of five meters and floated in front of Fang Jingqiang.

"retreat!"

Following Fang Jingqiang's order, many ancient warships, chariots and cloud towers receded like the tide, and did not stop until ten miles away.

Only the Bianhuangcheng chariot with the Bone Altar was left motionless.

Many frontier warriors showed complex expressions of fear and fascination.

At this time, Fang Jingqiang's angry expression suddenly faded away, revealing a pious and respectful look. He made Gu'ao's handprints with both hands, and his lips moved quickly, muttering something.

On top of the huge human bone altar, there was a wooden statue of an eight-armed god, with countless yellow talismans attached to it, flying and making random noises.

The runes on the talisman paper are winding and curved, shaped like tadpoles or strange snakes. They are extremely mysterious and obscure, and are extremely bright red. They are actually carved with human blood.

Fang Jingqiang's mouth didn't open and close much, but obscure and loud magic words sounded in the sky.

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

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

Suddenly, on the Bone Altar, blood light burst out, like red clouds covering the sky and the sun, covering the huge chariot and illuminating a ten-mile radius as if it was stained with blood.

The torrential light of blood erupted from the Bone Altar, soaring hundreds of feet into the sky. The electric light lingered and burst out in all directions.

The thunder struck the top of Yujing Peak and melted the ice and snow, and even the stones turned into powder and rolled down.

Thunder surrounded the blood light, forming a giant network of thunder and light, moving with clattering sounds. A surging magic power suddenly gathered towards the bone altar and bombarded the wooden statue.

The statue suddenly began to expand, and cracks appeared. It became more and more powerful and terrifying!

"Get back! He's starting to summon demons! Everyone, get back! Fellow Taoist Taoist, it's better to avoid his edge——"

Jiang Haishan was shouting, his face changing wildly.

This eight-armed demon power is so terrifying. It has the power to destroy the heaven and the earth. With this, Fang Jingqiang has once leapfrogged and killed several strong men with perfect fake elixirs!

Everyone also lost their composure just now, showed panic, and retreated as fast as a meteor with flying swords.

But even so, there were still more than a dozen strong foundation builders who were beaten to ashes by lightning!

"Interesting, there have been monsters in this world! Could it be that they invaded the ancient earth?"

Jiang Tian looked at Fang Jingqiang and the altar with interest, his expression calm.

Although the demon god is named God, it is only because of its power and magical powers, but its essence is still a demon!

God is the master of life and creation, while the devil is the master of death and destruction. In the world of cultivation, it has a wide range of branches and occupies many interfaces.

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

Boom!

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

This demon is as tall as a giant peak in the sky, with eight arms holding eight kinds of treasures, including guqin, beads, bows, arrows, skulls, white bones, spears, and a thousand-layered pagoda.

The four faces all showed ferocious looks, and they said with a ferocious smile: "The insects of this lower world, the delicious insects, prepare to bear the wrath of the eight-armed demon... you can eat them again!"

His saliva flowed down like a stream.

At the same time, the sound of the piano in his hand was loud, turning into billowing demonic sounds, rushing towards Jiang Tian like a stormy sea.

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

Almost at the same time, everyone felt that their Taoist hearts were seriously disturbed by the demonic sound, and they felt that inner demons and distracting thoughts were everywhere, ready to move.

"Master Jiang, stop fighting. Why bother? Why don't you go to my boudoir..."

Fairy Miaoyi's eyes were gleaming, her face was flushed, she was cooing, and she was charming. Only when she finished speaking did she realize that she had lost her composure.

She was so ashamed that she quickly bit the tip of her tongue, gave a sweet drink, and recited the Heart-Cleaning Mantra to suppress the evil thoughts in her heart.

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

"Come on, young man, let's be ashamed together!"

By the Liuyin River, Chu Yunxiu's eyes were bruised, but she leaned on the bluestone, her clothes half undressed, her shoulders exposed, giggling, looking at the stinky monkey.

The stinky monkey looked dazed, staggering over: "I have been full of yang energy since I was a child, and I can indeed do some shameful things with my sister!"

The big black dog turned a blind eye, slapped Chu Yunxiu to the ground with a slap, looked up at the sky, and said: "Little slut, what are you talking about, don't delay me from watching the show!"

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"Insect? In my eyes, you are an insect. Not to mention that you are just a soul clone of the eight-armed demon god, but if you come in person, I can kill you with a wave of my hand!"

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

This eight-armed demon god does not belong to this world, but only the remnant of a soul clone.

For thousands of years, he had no demonic energy to nourish him, and he was old and weak, and his soul was weak. He should have perished long ago.

In order to preserve this demon god, Fang Jingqiang killed people every day and created souls and fierce spirits to sacrifice in order to maintain the body of this demon god.

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

Jiang Tian has at least dozens of ways to kill him in a second, such as summoning ghosts and divine talismans, killing demons, or directly devouring him with soul-devouring consciousness.

"Insect, die for me!"

The eight-armed four-faced demon god was furious, and all four faces showed ferocious anger. The four mouths shouted angrily, and the sound shook all directions.

Then, he flew into the air, and his eight arms grabbed the magic tools, dancing together like an octopus, and all kinds of weapons and magic tools smashed down at Jiang Tian.

Boom!

As soon as he made a move, the entire sky seemed to be shattered, and violent demonic energy and energy pushed in all directions.

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

Even the Jade Well Peak began to have spider web-like cracks, and the mountain body was shaking violently, and the mountain protection formations seemed to be collapsing.

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

"Evil demons!"

With a low shout, Jiang Tian's Heaven-Devouring Demon Gourd on his waist jumped wildly, and a flying sword broke through the air.

The speed of this flying sword was incomparable. In the blink of an eye, it reached his neck, surrounded his head, and went around four times.

Suddenly, four huge heads fell like meteorites, and the demon bodies as tall as mountains were 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.

"Successful!"

Ye Tianren, the Qiao brothers and sisters, the stinky monkey, Jiang Haishan who had retreated to Yujing Peak, and others all looked happy.

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

"Not bad!"

The four heads falling in the air showed a grim smile, and suddenly grinned and joked: "But this body is not what you think!"

Hoohoo!

The four huge demon heads flew quickly towards the neck cavity, fell back and healed in the blink of an eye, and laughed:

"This body is just a statue of a demon god. Even if you chop off my head a hundred times, you can't do anything to me!"

Boom!

He smiled grimly and stretched out his big hand.

He grabbed a 300-meter-high steep mountain and smashed it towards Jiang Tian like a sledgehammer.

This scene was too shocking!

This demon god actually grabbed a mountain as a weapon, trying to smash Jiang Tian to death with his surging power.

The mountain peaks were like clouds hanging from the sky, blocking out the sun and casting a large shadow on the ground. They weighed more than 10 million tons and smashed down from the sky, causing rocks on them to roll down with a rumble.

The eight-armed four-faced demon god attacked, standing tall and upright, with demonic energy surging. He took a mountain peak as a weapon and smashed people with the power of heaven and earth!

Such a strong man could probably tear apart a huge city in ten breaths. Who dares to resist? Who can resist!

"This demon god is so powerful that he is so terrifying!"

Ten thousand people on the scene were shocked. Many people almost popped their eyes out, full of disbelief.

"Really? One hundred times is not enough, then ten thousand swords!"

Jiang Tian smiled indifferently and slapped the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Gourd.

First, nine flying swords flew out, flashing cold light and a white frost.

Suddenly, the surging sword light silver bottle burst out like water, and the remaining 99,900 flying swords burst out.

Flying swords flew across the sky, one sword in front, followed by two swords, then four, then eight, and then sixteen. The more swords flew, the larger the sword formation became, forming a huge cone with a radius of one mile.

The sword tips spun rapidly, and thousands of cold lights illuminated several miles, forming a huge "drilling sword style".

Whoosh! With a sound, it was like a tsunami.

Ten thousand flying swords covered the sky and the sun, indestructible, and pierced through the eight-armed demon god and the mountain.

At this moment, everyone looked at Jiang Tian in horror, feeling cold all over as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and cold sweat crawled all over their backs.