Chapter 624 Unconvinced? Then I Will Hit You!

There was a dead silence.

Only the soot is slowly settling.

do you died?

Doubts arose in many people's hearts.

At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the ruins, and then broke through the mountain and climbed out of it with difficulty.

It's just that the current him looks much more miserable.

Half of the head had been smashed to pieces, and the brain was dripping down mixed with blood.

With such a serious injury, other cultivators would have died long ago.

It is only because Shiva Demon Sect is very good at physical skills, tempering the physical body to be extremely solid, and the vitality is naturally very tenacious, so that he can survive such serious injuries.

And the cultivators who witnessed this scene felt extremely absurd in their hearts.

From the appearance of this Chinese man with no fluctuations in cultivation to the present, in just half a cup of tea, he beat the arrogant Poshan into this appearance.

This is simply too unbelievable.

At this time, I saw the black light flickering on Poshan's head, and the wound was squirming crazily, trying to repair the injury.

For the first time, a solemn look appeared on Po Shan's face.

"I admit, you are very powerful! But don't forget, I am a golden immortal cultivator!" Po Shan said coldly.

Hua You, who had been paying close attention to the situation on the field, couldn't help but sink.

Whether it is in Zhongzhou or anywhere else, Jinxian means the top combat power.

And being able to become a golden immortal naturally also means that this cultivator has a great opportunity and great fortune. Such a person is often extremely difficult to kill.

"Hey, I'm going to tell you what it means to anger a cultivator at the peak of Jinxian!"

Po Shan's face gradually became ferocious, and his body began to swell as if he was blowing air. Soon, he became seven or eight meters high.

If the main hall was not so tall, it is estimated that the head would touch the ceiling.

And the aura on Po Shan's body became more and more ferocious and terrifying,

The face is gradually becoming less human-like.

"Demonization! It's demonization!" Wan Chengyi exclaimed.

Many people who know Shiva's magic door are all awe-inspiring when they hear the words.

Shiva was originally inherited from an ancient religion in ancient times, and Shiva is the supreme god in this religion.

But in the thousands of years of spreading, this Shiva door gradually began to mutate, and added many methods of the demons.

It was finally called Shiva's magic gate.

Among these methods, demonization is the most terrifying and ultimate one.

Once it is cast, it means that this person has completely entered a state of madness, and he will never stop until he kills his opponent.

Many timid cultivators have slipped out of the main hall quietly.

While bandaging the wound on Song A's right arm, Hua You'an looked at Xue An's back anxiously.

She didn't know Xue An.

But this man with the same black hair and black eyes gave her a strong sense of security.

Moreover, he repelled Poshan as soon as he appeared, so it can be seen that he is an extremely powerful character.

It has been a long time since there has been a strong person in the Chinese race, so the appearance of Xue An made Hua Youan, Jia Ning and the other three all rejoice.

Correspondingly, he became more worried about Xue An's current situation.

Cang Yayun and Liu Ke could see the situation, and were about to go forward to help Xue An.

Xue An looked up at the broken mountain like a demon god, and said indifferently: "I have planted the devil's embryo since the beginning of cultivation, and when needed, I will attract the devil's embryo into the soul to stimulate the combat power, is that so?"

Different from other people's demonization, because Poshan is a golden immortal cultivation base, so he can stay awake when he is demonized.

Therefore, after hearing these few words from Xue An, his complexion couldn't help changing drastically.

"You... how could you know about the magic tire?"

This is the untold secret of Shiva's magic door, and only the highest-level people are qualified to touch it.

Now that Xue An said it outright, he was naturally horrified.

Xue An smiled lightly, "That's a good idea! It's a pity... Even if the real Demon God is here, he would have to die today!"

Xue An instantly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of this broken mountain.

I saw that the divine light in Xue An's eyes was shining brightly, and the powerful divine sense was as real as it was, and condensed into a huge silver needle, piercing the center of the mountain's eyebrows.

Po Shan was terrified and wanted to dodge.

But the speed of the silver needle of spiritual thoughts was so fast, like a ray of incomparably bright silver light, it penetrated into the center of Poshan's eyebrows in an instant, and then shot out from the back of his head, bringing out a long stream of black devil energy.

Po Shan's expression instantly became sluggish, and then countless demonic energy began to escape from between his brows, and his huge body shrank sharply.

With just one blow, Xue An shattered the broken mountain's devil tire.

And the force of violent backlash almost defeated Poshan's sanity.

It wasn't until his figure shrank back to normal that Po Shan regained consciousness, and then he yelled in horror, "Who the hell are you?"

Xue An said lightly: "I am Xue An from the Chinese race! Now, I want to play a game! You must count carefully every punch I throw in the future. If you make a mistake or refuse to count, then There will be no end to your torture! Do you understand?"

"Shall I count you..." Although Po Shan was frightened by Xue An's methods, his dignity as a Golden Immortal cultivator still made him yell.

Xue An shook his head, "This answer... I don't like it!"

As he said that, Xue An's figure suddenly appeared behind Po Shan, and then punched him out.

Poshan roared angrily, trying to resist.

But with repeated serious injuries and the destroyed magic tire, how could he resist Xue An's punch.

boom.

He was sent flying by Xue An again, and then hit the ground heavily.

Xue An smiled, "Next, the game officially begins!"

When the words fell to the ground, Xue An's figure appeared in front of Poshan who was just struggling to get up, and punched out again.

Next is the time for Xue An's solo performance.

I saw that Po Shan perfectly played the role of a human sandbag, and was blasted by Xue An from the ground to mid-air, and then from mid-air to the ground.

The muffled sound of punches to the flesh, the crackling of bone fractures, and the screams of breaking mountains, constituted a symphony exuding bloody beauty.

At the beginning, Poshan still wanted to fight back.

But Xue An's punches are very powerful. Let any resistance of him become a pointless struggle.

In the back, Poshan has been beaten so hard that he can only rely on his strong vitality to bear it.

By this time, the powerful vitality has become the shackles of breaking the mountain.

Because of this powerful vitality, he couldn't even fall into a coma, and could only be beaten with his eyes open.

Only then did Po Shan realize deeply that being beaten is such a painful thing.

The heart-wrenching pain soon brought him to the brink of collapse.

finally.

After Xue An threw another punch, smashing him from mid-air into the floor, and successfully shattered all his newly grown ribs.

He shouted tremblingly, "One... one punch!"

Hearing this shout, all the onlookers gasped in unison.

To actually beat such a strong man into submission.

This Chinese man... so scary!