Under the dumbfounded gaze of a powerful man, Jiang Chen used all his strength to lift the Dinghai Pearl that had sucked away a quarter of the Yangtze River's water.
It seems that due to the excessive amount of mass, the space around the beads is unbearable, showing a state of collapse in circles of ripples.
Everyone was stunned.
After a long time, someone trembled.
"Jiuzhou... adds another powerful person at the level of the Samsara King?"
"Who the hell is he!"
"This kind of power is too terrifying, but if you are really a strong man of this level, you don't need to spend so much effort to kill Jiang Shen and He Bo, right?"
"Maybe it's because of his special ability, but this is too exaggerated!"
"..."
No wonder a group of people were shocked.
A quarter of the length of the Yangtze River, its weight is too appalling.
Back then, King Samsara held hundreds of millions of tons of sea water in one hand, which stunned countless king-level experts. And a quarter of the Yangtze River weighs tens of billions of tons!
Of course, what they don't know is that.
Jiang Chen was able to lift the Dinghai Pearl, on the one hand, by controlling his natal magic weapon, on the other hand, by using the Rain Order to influence the water in the river, and finally, it was his physical strength that cost him his life.
Even so, he could hardly hold on any longer. The soles of his feet were cracking, his bones were cracking, and his body was deforming.
In the middle of the Yangtze River.
Hebo escaped from Jiang Chen's restraints, but there was no joy on his face. The entire Yangtze River was suppressing it, preventing it from escaping. It broke through the river barrier and was immediately caught back by the tentacles formed by thousands of rivers. .
As Jiang Chen murmured something.
The water level in the entire Yangtze River is still falling, but this time it is not so exaggerated, only falling by about 1%.
This is also the limit of what he can achieve with his current strength with his great magical power of making wind and rain.
This one percent of river water has repeatedly solidified and compressed, turning into the shape of an altar, carried by the entire Yangtze River, standing on the water.
"Binding."
Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and spit out one word, and the river went crazy, spreading out countless tentacles of black water, tying He Bo to the altar.
this moment.
He Bo, who usually only needed to enjoy the sacrifices of the world, was placed on the altar like a dead pig.
It kept shaking its head, feeling both desolate and fearful in its heart, because it had already guessed what would happen next.
"No! No! No!"
"You can't kill me. Although my ghost sacrifice lineage has accepted your living sacrifices, it has also fulfilled its due obligations for thousands of years. Without us, will the thousands of rivers and seas in Kyushu be so stable?"
"We don't have any merit, but we have hard work!"
"Aren't you Yin Cao also a group of half-human and half-ghost things? What difference can there be between us? Let me go. As long as you let me go, you will serve the Kyushu for the rest of your life!"
"Without us, the rivers of Jiuzhou will be in chaos and all life will be in ruins!"
Jiang Chen looked down at it calmly.
He understood that in a sense, the other party was right. The existence of the ghost-sacrifice lineage was not only a disaster, but it was also another form of stability-maintaining force.
Without them, the naturally occurring water ghosts in rivers and seas would become even crazier, dragging people around whenever they see them.
They are like a thorn with medicine, which will pierce the body and will always hurt, but there are also certain diseases that can be well suppressed.
"You should talk to the King of Samsara about this. They are people who have the overall situation in mind. Maybe they will really consider your appeal."
"How can I, a student, weigh the pros and cons and plan a country? I will only send you to reincarnation!"
Jiang Chen spoke indifferently, completely crushing all He Bo's hopes.
After speaking, he let go of his hand.
The Dinghai Pearl fell, not very high, but the weight was too frightening, and it concentrated on this small point. During the fall, it briefly left a finger-wide crack in space, which was dark and scary.
Still a few meters away, He Bo's body seemed to be crushed by an invisible force and broke into pieces with a "pop".
However, the river altar firmly fixed its remains.
Until the Dinghai Pearl falls completely.
"boom"
A shocking loud noise, a terrifying earthquake, and a river roar erupted with the Yangtze River as the center, shattering all the mountains that could be seen around. This was when Jiang Chen controlled the river water and relieved most of the force.
A layer of terrifying wind pressure exploded, flying sand and rocks, and big trees dozens of kilometers away were uprooted.
"ah!"
He Bo was screaming. Every inch of flesh and blood on his body was ground to ashes, and there was no possibility of recovery.
That's not all. Jiang Chen's blood-covered hand pressed down.
"puff"
Inside the Dinghai Pearl, the demon power was blessed, and the pure black river water surged out, washing away the remaining soul of He Bo.
Wang's vitality was so tenacious that Ding Haizhu's terrifying pressure still left the remnants of his soul behind.
The main reason is that the method used by Jiang Chen is still not as destructive as the six thunder spells in the state of swallowing the sky and the earth. There is not even a trace of the remnant soul of the former Jiang Shen left.
"correct."
Jiang Chen suddenly thought of something, the rain in his eyes trembled slightly, and he controlled the river water, leaving behind a trace of He Bo's remnant soul.
He carried the Yin Shen Hammer and walked up with a kind face.
"Hey, this misunderstanding has become big, Mr. He Bo, I just remembered that I still need you."
"Look at this, it's really a flood that has washed away the Hebo Temple. The whole family no longer recognizes each other."
He scratched his head, very embarrassed.
"I didn't realize before that the ghost sacrifice lineage is indeed very useful, but you can't blame me for that. I'm too young and still a student. I hope Mr. He Bo can forgive me."
Hearing this, the remnant soul of He Bo opened his mouth and looked at Jiang Chen's sincere look, feeling like he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.
Because of this moment.
Everything about it is gone, and even the remaining soul is not complete, it is just the remnant soul of a remnant soul.
I'm afraid that in another thousand years, we may not be able to return to our peak.
Is this a fucking misunderstanding? ? ?
Why don't you just kill me? I'll feel better! !
"He Bo's heart is ashen and his ghost energy is +70,000!"
When Jiang Chen heard this reminder, he looked worried. It seemed that He Bo was indeed injured too seriously. He might have fallen into a state of despair. How could he be so ghostly in such an extreme mood?
I don’t know if it will affect my strength after being equipped with the Yin Shen Hammer...
"Mr. He Bo, are you okay?" His concern was genuine. After all, in his eyes at this time, He Bo was already a horse that he had hit with his hammer. If it was injured, wouldn't it mean that he had lost money?
"Why! Why are you!"
He Bo broke his guard at this moment and grabbed Jiang Chen's collar, bursting into tears on the spot.
"Why are you just now trying to figure out why Kyushu sent one of your students to deal with the Demon Festival? Damn you!!!"
The main reason is that Jiang Chen kept learning, improving, and striving for excellence during the ghost aura time and time again, and his acting skills were honed to perfection.
When he opened his mouth just now, he used sincerity as a surefire move, making He Bo really think that he didn't have to be hurt like this.
It was also because of this that he became so angry.
