Chapter 4945? Big Belly Buddha

Every sword intent he released was enough to easily kill any immortal bone.

Millions of sword intents, originating from swordsmanship, go round and round, endlessly.

Even after killing all the immortal bones in front of him, he didn't spend too much effort.

This is an immortal bone road, and I don't know how many immortals have fallen here to forge it.

Although the army of 100,000 immortal bones has been revived, Jian Wushuang knows that this is just the beginning.

This blood river and white bone road hidden under the imperial city seems to have not been opened for countless years, and it is full of an unspeakable ancient prohibition.

Jian Wushuang was alone, stepping on the broken immortal bones under his feet, heading for the deepest part of the road of white bones.

Everything is just beginning.

In order to prevent emergencies from happening, he directly let the sword intent flow around his body, and he could react directly once danger approached.

On this road of white bones, in addition to the immortal bones that had lost their rhythm, there were only broken treasures and real swords.

They have all been broken for countless years, and have long since fallen asleep with their respective masters.

The most well-preserved among these treasures are some real swords.

They are obliquely inserted into the ground. Although the swords are not sharp, they still have a great power surging, as if they are waiting for a battle.

The further forward, the more Jian Wushuang felt a bit unusual.

That ancient sense of restraint became stronger.

At the same time, the bones under his feet were very different from before, turning grey-white.

Another hundred meters away, Jian Wushuang saw a strange scene.

In the center of the front of this road of white bones, a pile of bones made of countless white bones blocked the road ahead.

The gray-white broken immortal bone has long since lost the slightest immortal rhythm, but it gave Jian Wushuang an unprecedented pressure.

He had an intuition that something dangerous was buried in the pile of bones.

According to his character,

It is inevitable that he will not be suspected of moving forward, but the current situation makes him have to move forward.

Stepping into the field of the pile of bones, a violent storm erupted in an instant.

The next moment, the pile of bones that was as high as 10,000 zhang shattered, and a pitch-black arm like a real dragon protruded out of it and smashed heavily towards Jian Wushuang's position.

Jian Wushuang was taken aback. Although all these changes happened too fast, he still expected it. He crossed his arms and braced himself, and he directly received the blow from Gaitian.

"boom!"

He snorted, and the immortal body flew out a hundred meters away in an instant!

The white bone earth was plowed into two deep ravines by his legs before he stopped his figure.

Resisting the turbulent qi and blood in the immortal body, Jian Wushuang looked at the front with solemn eyes.

The pile of bones that was as high as 10,000 feet had already fallen like a mountain, and two black arms like a real dragon pushed away countless bones, gradually revealing the true face.

Seeing this scene, even Jian Wushuang was moved.

Beneath the pile of bones, there was a dark figure that was as high as 10,000 zhang, like a low mountain!

This dark figure sat cross-legged in the center of the White Bone Road, his body was extremely dark, his chest was exposed, his belly was big and his face was round.

In particular, the belly is extremely large, occupying almost two-thirds of the entire body size, like a fat Maitreya.

The Zen clothes on his body have been worn down to the extreme, and his fat face is peculiarly shiny.

Two red beams shot out from his squinting eyes, and only greed remained in the eyes of Jian Wushuang.

Immediately afterwards, a scene that made Jian Wushuang a little uncomfortable appeared.

A stream of saliva like a waterfall dripped down from the mouth of the big belly Buddha, almost converging into a river.

Then he opened his palm, grabbed the immortal bones scattered on both sides, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

A strange creaking sound resounded on the road of bones.

Jian Wushuang frowned, and an invisible sword has been quietly condensed.

"Hey, I haven't smelled the scent of a real fairy for a long time..."

The pot-bellied Buddha let out a weird laugh, and his saliva almost turned into a river.

"Let me take a small bite, just take a small bite, I won't eat all of you, okay?"

"..."

Jian Wushuang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and the invisible sword in his hand pointed straight forward.

"If you can't kill me, just let me take a sip, and I'll let you go, okay?" Big Belly Buddha said greedily.

"Die."

He said softly, in order to make a quick decision, he directly used his ancestral technique.

The reason why Jian Wushuang has not abandoned the ancestral techniques is because these two ancestral techniques have grown up together and have not been launched.

Today's two styles of ancestors are enough to reach the fairy style.

The Ancestral Technique, the Heavenly Gate of the Quanjie, and the Extremely Accomplished Heavenly Gate were all released at this moment.

Two magnificent Heavenly Gates straddled the head of the Big Belly Buddha, and then a giant finger and palm that reached the sky, carrying endless power, smashed his head fiercely.

The next moment, the screams resounded.

The glorious brilliance emanating from the two ancestral arts directly enveloped him.

The power is endless, and it erupts on this road of bones.

The wailing of the Big Belly Buddha resounded in the four fields.

When the prestige of the ancestral technique dissipated, the big round head of the big belly Buddha had collapsed.

An unknown pitch-black liquid flowed out of his broken head.

"This seat wants you to die!"

He was furious to the extreme, and a strong suction force suddenly burst out from his huge mouth.

Jian Wushuang, who was standing hundreds of meters away, felt the suction, and hurriedly swung his sword to cut through the terrible suction.

Seeing that he hadn't been sucked in, the Pot-bellied Buddha stretched out his arms several thousand feet long and smashed it.

Every time he waved his arm, it was enough to shatter the space.

The bone ground continued to collapse, the huge arm slammed down, and Jian Wushuang quickly avoided.

Such a powerful blow is enough to make ordinary Yanxian feel hatred on the spot.

Holding the invisible sword, Jian Wushuang leaped a thousand feet in one step and climbed onto one of the arms of the Pot Belly Buddha.

"Jie Jie, just put it in my mouth!"

The Pot-bellied Buddha opened his huge mouth and swallowed it in the face of him.

Jian Wushuang turned around and glanced at the giant mouth, and then the real sword in his hand suddenly stabbed into his arm.

"Break it for me!" Jian Wushuang roared in a low voice. At this moment, millions of sword intents rushed into the arms of the Pot Belly Buddha along the blade.

The sword intent was like a mountain and sea, bursting with a bang.

The next moment, the huge arm of thousands of feet exploded directly from the middle, and the infinite sword intent was vented.

With just one sword, the arm of the Pot-bellied Buddha was cut off!

The arm like the peak of the gods fell, and smashed heavily on the road of white bones, stirring up smoke and dust.

When he landed on the ground again, Jian Wushuang raised his sword card and looked at the wailing Big Belly Buddha, thinking about how to kill him quickly.

Through this brief confrontation, Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that he was very likely to be a rank six Dayan Immortal, and it might not be a simple matter to kill him completely.

"Miscellaneous, I want you to die, I want you to die without a place to be buried!"