So since then, he has been practicing hard.
The people around you will leave sooner or later, and only your own strength will always be with you.
That is your true confidence!
Shuten Douji was indeed very strong for him, but not so strong that he would be intimidated.
"It's just a Da Luo Jinxian, it's not like I haven't killed him before!"
Jiang Wenming's fighting spirit soared.
Nine divine swords emerged from the void, and Jiang Wenming's mind quickly recalled the previous battle with the Jiujianxian.
"Swordsmanship!"
In terms of magic alone, human monks are far inferior to the gods, but in terms of exquisite martial arts, no one can match the Chinese monks.
Especially the Shushan Sword Sect, which is famous for its swordsmanship!
"Seven Star Sword Technique - Greedy Wolf!"
Jiang Wenming was holding the Blade of Judgment, and his body was suddenly divided into nine parts. Each of the ten figures was holding a divine sword.
Ten sword rays attacked Shuten Doji at the same time.
"Blood wine gourd!"
Shuten Doji casually grabbed the big sake gourd on his back and swept it around.
A strong aroma of wine hit his face, mixed with the smell of blood.
This is the blood wine brewed by Shuten Doji using the blood of virgins. It contains terrifying resentment. To him, it is a fine wine, but to others, it is more poisonous than poison.
After Jiang Wenming smelled the alcohol, he felt dizzy.
It's a pity that Jiuding was left on that mountain by him, otherwise he wouldn't be afraid of this kind of poison with Jiuding's "invulnerable" property.
"Demon King, be careful!"
At the moment when Jiang Wenming was unconscious due to poisoning, Jiutun Tongzi picked up the mace and hit him on the head.
Regardless of his injuries, Tamamozu rushed over desperately, blocking the blow for Jiang Wenming with his own body, and was knocked several hundred meters away.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp gnawing sound, and a wave of fragrance rushed to the face, instantly suppressing the poisonous smell of the blood wine.
Jiutun Tongzi turned his head to look at Jiang Wenming in confusion.
But he saw that at some point, a peach the size of a human head appeared in the other party's hand.
etc! peach?
Shuten Doji thought he had seen it wrong and couldn't help but rub his eyes with his hands.
When he looked at the other person again, he found that it was indeed a peach.
This time it completely pissed him off.
"You bastard, you dared to humiliate me. I will twist your head off and soak it in wine."
Shuten Doji let out an angry roar, and his red skin glowed with a strange red light, almost looking like he was about to bleed.
However, Jiang Wenming had no time to pay attention to him. He was desperately eating the flat peach in his hand.
This thing has been in his space for a long time, and he only smells it twice during normal practice.
It wasn't that he was reluctant to eat it, but Kunpeng said that his demonic body was too weak, and if he ate it rashly, he would easily become over-nourished and be assimilated by the immortal energy in the peach.
After all, he didn't want to work so hard to cultivate a demon king, only to turn around and be taken away by the heaven.
Originally, according to his words, he had to at least wait until the Demon King's body refining technique reached the third level of 'blood refining'.
But now the situation is critical, and Jiang Wenming can't control that much.
I took out the flat peach and chewed it fiercely.
The flat peach in his hand is a treasure treasured by Baihe Boy. It is a variety that bears fruit only once in nine thousand years.
Not to mention eating it, even smelling it can eliminate all diseases and prevent all poisons.
He took several big bites at this time, and suddenly felt that his whole body was extremely light and full of strength.
"Hiss... nine thousand years of flat peaches, just ruined like this?"
Zhen Yuanzi, who was hiding in the dark, gasped in distress when he saw this scene.
In the past, to eat this kind of treasure, one had to gather Taoist friends together, sit together and brag to each other for a few days and nights, and then eat it happily for a few days and nights like a Taoist master.
With his status, he can only get half of it. After all, there are only a few flat peaches in nine thousand years at a time, and there are so many gods in heaven that it is simply unrealistic for all kinds of big bosses to have one each.
Only saints are eligible for one, and these top quasi-sages have one for two people. The rest of the gods are either divided into several people, or they simply eat for six thousand or three thousand years.
How could anyone just hold a gnaw like this?
This is too... a waste!
The last person who was so prodigal was Monkey Sun, no wonder these two peed together!
Thinking of this, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly felt a little sad.
Thinking about it, even though I, a dignified ancestor of earthly immortals, have never experienced this kind of feasting, on the contrary, there are two little demons, one eating more happily than the other.
Forget it, I’m not envious! I also have ginseng fruit!
When I think of ginseng fruit, I take another look at Jiang Wenming.
"This kid won't imitate that monkey and push my fruit trees in the future, right?"
The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became.
If this is really true, where can I go to find Guanyin and get water at this time?
"It looks like I have to take the initiative to give him a ginseng fruit later, so as not to be ruined by him one day."
Jiang Wenming never imagined that he would accidentally fall into the trap of Sun Wukong and get a ginseng fruit for nothing.
He would definitely not be able to finish such a big flat peach in a short while.
And Shuten Doji didn't give him a chance to continue eating.
Seeing that the toxin on his body was gone, he directly collected the remaining flat peaches.
Feeling the terrifying power that was constantly rushing through his body, he couldn't help but roar to the sky.
"The laws of heaven and earth!"
The shadow of a giant god appeared, his face still blurry, but the texture on his body showed signs of solidification.
At the moment when the giant god's shadow appeared, the entire China was illuminated like daylight.
The three major sects that were originally waiting for news from Jiang Wenming all looked shocked after seeing the phantom of the giant god appear.
"It's the breath of the ancient god!"
"That's great, there are still ancient gods in China!"
"This location...could it be...the East China Sea area occupied by Yingzhou!"
"The Ancient God has taken action, and we can't sit still and wait for death. Do any fellow Taoists come with me to help the Ancient God and drive out the bandits?"
"Hahaha... How can we kill the bandits without me, Qingcheng Mountain, my fellow Taoist?"
"Count me in Kunlun Fairy Mountain!"
"Walk!"
Countless monks summoned their own magic weapons, flew through the air, and flew towards the East China Sea.
Bai Ze and other strange beasts looked at each other, and some of them didn't know whether they should follow or not.
"We won't go. Looking at the power, it's probably in vain."
Bai Ze looked at the phantom of the giant god standing in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't expect to see this monster again after such a long time.
"Bai Ze, if we don't go, will Little Golden Crow get angry and beat us up when he comes back?"
Dang Kang asked angrily.
"Won't!"
"That's good!"
"I will only beat you, without me!"
Bai Ze raised his head proudly and began to cast spells.
It said not to go to war, but it didn't say not to work!
Judging from Xiao Jinwu's attitude, it was obvious that he planned to use this place as a base and then regain the lost ground. He only needed to help him take care of this place. It was too late for him to be grateful. How could he cause trouble for himself?
A bunch of stupid alien beasts, they can’t even figure it out, but I’m still smart!
"By the way, the Tmall clan seems to be coming back soon. Maybe we can bring them here too."
The Tmall clan is a rare neutral force that never gets involved in any battles between forces. They only care about making money. Their slogan is: There is nothing you can't think of, and there is nothing we don't have.
Especially the annual Tmall New Year Goods Festival collects rare treasures from all over the world, attracting countless strong people to pick them up.
