King Chen's power suppressed a large group of strong men.
Although his strength cannot be called a top master now, the shadow of the famous tree was able to defeat an ancient great sword cultivator with an unparalleled attitude when the aura of heaven and earth had just returned to the level of the Dao decline era. His horrific record should be feared by everyone!
However, the birth of the Immortal Blessed Land is coveted by the whole world. This fatal temptation cannot be suppressed by a name, and there are all old people present, and a voice immediately comes out from the crowd.
"Haha, if we really want to bring back King Chen, will Kyushu wait until now? A contemporary strongest man with a bright future and nearly demonic talent. If he comes back early and pursues some opportunities, wouldn't he become a sixth-level top powerhouse again?"
"That's right. Jiuzhou has even used such clumsy deception tactics. It seems that it is really at the end of its rope."
"Don't be afraid, let's step into this land together. Even if King Chen really has a back-up, what will happen? He is just a fifth-level supreme being, and I am also a fifth-level one. I will suppress him with my hands!"
"Get started, this is the weakest point in Kyushu's defense. We are the first to rush into the fairy treasure land!"
"..."
Voices came out from the crowd one after another, but no one could see the specific speaker, and after shouting for a long time, no one was willing to take the lead.
Old antiques have experienced the ups and downs of the world and have seen too many evil plots, so they are not so easy to incite.
"You don't need to pay attention to whether the so-called King Chen can return. The key point is whether King Samsara and the last mountain god will suddenly attack."
An old antique closed his eyes to rest and explained something to his disciples.
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There are more and more people on the east coast. This is the most convenient direction to rush to Kyushu from all over the world. It also gathers the most powerful people in the world, including three whose aura is not weaker than that of the Samsara King.
Jiuzhou should be fortunate that some figures who could determine the world of Ding did not come, such as the young man of Bronze Cauldron who forced even the crippled Yinshen to retreat that day.
There is also the ancient organization that guards the Tao on behalf of the sky.
I don’t know if these people look down on Pantaoyuan, or if they are afraid of something.
"King of Samsara, Kyushu is not yours alone. There is no point in defending this place." A man wearing a set of red dragon blood heavenly armor and holding an ink-colored spear about 10 feet long spoke, his voice shaking so much that ripples appeared on the sea surface.
With an iron-blooded aura, it looked like they were killed from among the dead.
"Treasures of heaven, materials, and earth can be obtained by those who are destined to get them. Kyushu wants to monopolize them? This is braving the disdain of the world!"
A fifth-level powerhouse also spoke in the crowd.
He has a mustache, holds a Yin Yang Bagua flag, and holds two tortoise shells in his left hand. This is actually a rare and powerful figure in calculation.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him? Let's attack together. If you dare to stop, you will die!" A voice that could not be traced came from the crowd.
Three sixth-level powerful old gods were present, and they were not in a hurry to take action.
If they want to join forces to attack, they can naturally suppress the Samsara King easily, but once they step into a dangerous place, there will be a dangerous battle, so it is not worth expending energy now.
After waiting for a while, a group of people wearing black robes with red edges appeared on the scene. They all had pale faces and dull eyes, as if they had no souls. They exuded a very uncomfortable feeling.
Some strong men couldn't help but frown.
However, the leader of this group of people made them very afraid. He was an old man who looked energetic, thin, but very tall.
His aura was restrained, without a trace of emanation, giving everyone the feeling that he was more dangerous than the sixth-order strongest present!
The most terrifying thing was that the respectful woman next to him revealed her aura, and she was clearly a sixth-level supreme being.
"Reincarnation, the time of death has come!"
To the consternation of countless people, the old man came here without saying anything. He glanced at the Samsara King and took action directly. A huge ghost hand of 100 feet reached down from the dark clouds, tearing the world apart with terrifying power. It shook the mountains and rivers and caused the void to erupt with an unbearable roar.
"This is... the seventh level of the strongest!?"
"The sixth level and the seventh level are a watershed. There is no mistake. This is definitely the most powerful power!"
"The Holy Soul Religion actually has such a foundation."
Some strong men were inexplicably shocked.
The red-armored general next to him looked at it for a few times and shook his head: "He is not the seventh level. This ghost hand is a special existence. It was refined and exerted by him to reach the seventh level of power."
The watershed of becoming the strongest is not so easy to cross. Many old antiques must step into the Peach Garden this time in order to find treasures and return to or break through the seventh level.
Only then did everyone understand, but even if it was just a blow from a seventh-level combat power, it was still terrifying, with such earth-shaking power that almost no one dared to say they could block it.
"Ha!" The Samsara King moved, and slapped the old sword box with one hand. There was a 'crack' sound, and cold light filled the sky. Nine identical swords, with a golden dragon pattern carved on them, appeared in everyone's eyes.
The sword box is stained with rust and corroded by a strong evil and ominous atmosphere, making people doubt whether it can still be used. However, every sword inside is perfectly preserved, making people even doubt whether it is a unique masterpiece that was just created. .
Someone suddenly became extremely excited: "This is this thing. I've heard about it, and it can actually be born!"
"The Nine Dragon Heavenly Sword Box is said to be made from a small piece of the remains of a real dragon that successfully transformed into a dragon as the core material."
An old man also had a sharp look in his eyes: "It is actually this treasure, it seems to have been used by a peerless swordsman at the end of the Daochang era!"
“I didn’t expect to get a glimpse of it.”
"But it's a bit humiliating for Samsara King to use this sword."
"Indeed, it is true. The peerless figure of that time was the one who stepped into the true way and pointed his sword at the Yin God!"
On the ground, after King Samsara opened the sword box, he listened to the sound of clear swords. He looked carefully and frowned subconsciously.
"The sword bone has just been formed and is barely usable."
With a snap of his fingers, the eight-mouthed dragon sword soared into the sky. During the flight, golden dragon shadows appeared on the sword. They were several feet long and had astonishing power.
The eight golden dragons collided with the Netherworld Ghost Hand, and with a clanging sound, they were all swept away.
Their only function is to hinder the ghost hand from falling for one or two breaths.
The strong people around did not show any surprise. The Nine Dragons Heavenly Sword is indeed a treasure, but the one-level gap in the strongest level is already in the sky and on the earth, let alone the seventh-level watershed. It is not an exaggeration to call it a natural chasm. This is definitely not the case. A heavy treasure can easily smooth it out!
At this time, the King of Samsara reached out and grasped the last Heavenly Sword. At this moment, a terrifying strong wind rushed out of his chest and arms uncontrollably. This was the sword intention that he had gathered into his body.
With the long sword in hand, the sharp edge no longer needs to be suppressed. The Samsara King roared loudly, and the sound it made was like thousands of sharp swords, stinging the eardrums of many strong men.
"Open the sky!"
The world turned into a vast expanse, and the terrifying sword intent swept across the world, annihilating everything, and collided with the ghostly hand of the netherworld.
An extremely harsh scream came, and the hand seemed to be alive.
When the sword light dissipated, what everyone saw was the ghost hand that was cut into two pieces and smashed into the sea from high altitude. There were still small sword lights grazing on it. The flesh and blood of the ghost hand continued to collapse, and the blood was stained. Falling like torrential rain.
One sword destroys a treasure that can explode into the seventh level of the most powerful combat power.
Such a result shocked countless people.
