Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"Hunyuan Vajra Shield, block it for me!"

Jiang Tian's move was too sudden and tricky, Mo Haoxiong didn't even have time to dodge, he scolded repeatedly in his heart, and stomped his feet with gritted teeth.

With a bang, his face turned red, his feet sank deep into the marble floor, and the 108,000 pores all over his body burst out with zhenqi, forming a shimmering golden zhenqi shield that blocked the top of his head.

"My perfectly round vajra cover can't even be broken by bombs!" Mo Haoxiong's face was serious, and he snorted proudly.

"This is the legendary practice of Qi Chenggang!"

All the people present were amazed.

Wei Peng had an expression of admiration on his face.

Even Wei Shuofeng was slightly moved. This level of cultivation in martial arts is comparable to that of a master of martial arts.

"Trash! You are vulnerable!" Jiang Tian looked contemptuous, and continued to press down with his right hand.

Mo Yan cut through the Hunyuan Vajra gas mask like mowing grass with a long knife, a thin bloodstain appeared from Mo Haoxiong's forehead to crotch, and in the next second, it burned with a bang, and instantly turned into a piece of fly ash and powder.

If the marble where he was not in a mess and surrounded by flames, everyone would even think that he had never appeared here.

There was a dead silence in the audience, and everyone looked at that tall and imposing back in disbelief!

Mo Haoxiong, the only martial arts master in Lingnan, was killed by Jiang Tian so easily?

"Oh my god, it's too scary!"

"Simply a devil!"

"He must be a demon, not a human! Definitely a demon!"

Everyone was terrified, terrified, trembling, trembling, sweating, and pale as paper.

They are all big men, they have seen dead people, even killed people with their own hands, they are extremely cruel and merciless.

But it was the first time they had seen such a brutal and vicious method of killing. Mo Haoxiong had completely disappeared from this world!

Everyone looked at Wei Shuofeng in panic, hoping that he would make a move.

At this time, even Wei Shuofeng was slightly moved, his sharp eyes flickered, and he said softly: "Shuangxiu of martial arts, rare!"

His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years, but he still didn't intend to do anything.

Wei Peng pointed at Jiang Tian and shouted angrily: "Jiang Taichu, stop! Do you know that Jiangbei Qunhao has been controlled by me?"

Hearing this, everyone finally felt a little more at ease.

That's right, Old Immortal Wei has overwhelmed the country with an army and controlled the heroes in Jiangbei. Jiang Tian must be careful.

"Hehe, you are not ashamed to speak out. Do you think those chickens and dogs can hurt me?"

Jiang Tian paced back and forth with his hands behind his hands, his face was calm and leisurely, and he said disdainfully: "Those of your classmates are already dead!"

"What? You talk nonsense!" Wei Peng couldn't believe it.

The people they sent were all masters of Taoism!

Once they cast spells, ghosts and gods are unpredictable, killing people like cutting grass, even a dozen special forces can't stop them.

At this moment, a man covered in blood stumbled in and yelled in horror and pain:

"Brother Master, the action failed! The other party was wearing the magic weapon made by Master Jiang, and the other disciples were all shocked to death!"

After he finished speaking, his seven orifices bleed, and he slowly collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, motionless, it turned out that he could not rest in peace.

In fact, he had been shattered by the backlash of mana, and rushed to the Wei family to report the news, which was already at the end of his strength.

The huge hall was dead silent, and a needle could be heard falling.

Everyone was dumbfounded, petrified on the spot, looking at Jiang Tian in horror, like watching a demon god.

No one was present, and he killed more than a dozen disciples of the Wei family with only the magic weapon left by Jiangbei Qunhao. What a power it is!

This kind of magic power is like a god, it's so terrifying, even Wei Peng, the evil little real person of the Wei family, is slightly inferior.

In fact, Wei Peng also noticed Jiang Tian's horror at this time, and retreated step by step with a pale face.

"Wei Shuofeng, do you dare to fight Jiang now?"

Jiang Tian didn't even look at Wei Peng, but squinted at Wei Shuofeng contemptuously, and asked in a deep voice.

Everyone suffocated for a while, had difficulty breathing, and their faces became extremely pale.

Jiang Tian is as strong as a dragon, pushing the Wei family to be invincible, and now he wants to challenge Wei Shuofeng, the number one master of magic in Lingnan!

"Master Jiang, Wei, Immortal, Senior Mo, please wait a moment!"

At this moment, several figures in military uniforms walked in quickly, and the leader was Tang Guozhu, the Patriarch of the Tang Family.

He looked around and asked in surprise, "Where is Senior Mo Haoxiong?"

Everyone didn't dare to talk, and they all looked at Jiang Tian with apprehension.

Jiang Tian said lightly: "I have already killed it!" His tone was relaxed, as simple as killing a chicken.

"Oh, I'm still one step late!"

Tang Guozhu stomped his feet with a regretful expression on his face, then cheered up, looked at Jiang Tian and Wei Shuofeng, smiled wryly and said, "Master Jiang Wei, the old god, the military chief asked me to pass the message on his behalf, I hope you masters can shake hands and make peace, don't go to war! "

Jiang Tian frowned, pretending to be angry and said: "The Wei family hurt my brother in Jiangbei first, I must avenge this revenge!"

In fact, Jiangbei Qunhao didn't hurt a single hair, but the Wei family suffered heavy losses.

But Jiang Tian had to defeat Wei Shuofeng, get the dark yellow thick clay pots, and set up the Five Elements Gathering Array.

They have all been killed in the Wei family's gate, how can they die at this moment? Doesn't that mean that they entered Baoshan and returned empty-handed?

"If you want to shake hands and make peace, that's fine too! Wei Shuofeng will hand over the dark yellow thick clay pot and all his family property!"

"You're crazy! That's the family heirloom of our dignified master of magic arts, the Wei family, and it's something you, a low-ranking bastard, can covet?"

Wei Peng blushed with anger, and when the military came, he was a little more dependent, pointing at Jiang Tian and yelling.

"Noisy!" Jiang Tian raised his hand and slapped Wei Peng.

He didn't make any movements, he didn't pinch his fingers, he didn't chant incantations, he just slapped his palm lightly, as if he was swatting a fly.

But Wei Peng actually felt that the vitality of the world was restless and restless, and it was suppressed towards him like a mountain toppled over. It seemed that the bones in his body were about to collapse, and suddenly there were warning signs in his heart.

His eyes flickered, his hands fluttered up and down like butterflies wearing flowers, he pinched his fingers, stomped his right foot on the ground, and shouted violently: "Carry the mountain shield!"

The southern school of fingering technique, the palms form an array!

The Wei family combined various feng shui secrets, nine palaces flying stars, shaking dragon acupuncture points, eight trigrams and six harmony methods to form this secret method.

Using palm and finger seals to communicate the vitality of heaven and earth, forming terrible lethality and solid defense.

Anyone who is a master of the formation will see that the vitality of the heavens and the earth surges and gathers frantically, turning into a thick Qi shield, and there are even inscriptions on it, protecting his whole body.

This qi shield is the Wei family's unique technique for body protection. It is said to be refined to the extreme, it can bear the pressure of mountains, and it is as thick as a city wall.

Although Wei Peng didn't reach the top level of cultivation, he still has three points of fire, even a bomb explosion can resist one or two.

However, before the mighty force discharged by Jiang Tian, ​​the carrying mountain shield collapsed miserably like paper.

Immediately afterwards, the violent force hit Wei Peng's body firmly like a stormy wave hitting the shore.

Like a scarecrow in a hurricane, Wei Peng flew out powerlessly and slammed against the wall with a slap, bleeding from his orifices, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

At this time, his internal organs were bleeding in many places. If he hadn't resisted 70% of the strength while carrying the mountain shield, he would have turned into a puddle of flesh.

"Realist Wei Xiao, can't stop Master Jiang's palm?"

Everyone turned pale with fright, stumbled back in fright, stood against the wall like a child who made a mistake, kept silent like a cicada, not daring to make a sound.

They lowered their heads one by one, looked at their noses and mouths, and didn't even dare to look at Jiang Tian.

This is a collision between the two supreme powerhouses in Lingnan. Even the military has come out to mediate, and they have no right to intervene.

They just begged not to offend Jiang Tian and harm the fish in the pond, so they all had to walk out of the feast with their tails.

"My lord, don't interrupt me, kid! You're so ignorant, how did your grandfather teach you?"

Jiang Tian didn't even look at Wei Peng, who fell to the ground with frightened eyes, and muttered old-fashionedly.

Then he squinted at Wei Shuofeng on the high platform, and calmly said: "Old Wei, masters are lonely. In this age of desolation, spiritual energy is scarce, and masters of magic and martial arts are hard to find! How rare it is for you and me to meet evenly matched opponents! , how about we discuss it?"

"Oh?" Wei Shuofeng squinted at Jiang Tian and smiled faintly.

"Today, you and I have a bet. If I win, your family property and the thick earthen pot will be mine!"

With his hands behind his back, Jiang Tian said lightly: "If I lose, Jiangbei and my unfinished Spirit Gathering Formation will belong to you! Fair!"

"Fair, very fair! I agree with this gambling fight!"

Wei Shuofeng looked at Jiang Tian carefully for the first time, nodded and said.

"Okay, Mr. Tang and everyone here must be a witness!" Jiang Tian said with a faint smile.

The people present were shocked, their expressions were agitated, and they were speechless.

This is a shocking gamble! Hundreds of billions of funds were involved, and the entire Lingnan was affected.

Only Tang Guozhu took a deep breath, nodded and said: "The secular officials will not interfere in the dispute over spells, but this certified person can still take on it!"

"Observing the sky at night, I noticed a dragon coming out of Jiangbei. I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

Wei Shuofeng's face suddenly became gloomy, and his tiger eyes suddenly shot out, shooting out a bolt of lightning as thick as a finger.

Scoff!

Lightning shot towards Jiang Tian's mind.

Jiang Tian's eyes froze, and a divine sense burst out from between his eyebrows, and he rushed towards the lightning.

Click!

Two bolts of lightning collided violently in the void, electric sparks flew in all directions, and then collapsed together.

"Spiritual thoughts generate electricity and interfere with reality, so powerful!"

All the magic masters were amazed, but felt a sharp pain in their head, and they couldn't stand still. Even Tang Guozhu opened his eyes wide and looked at it in disbelief.

"Wei Shuofeng, after I rose up, you are the first person whose mental strength has reached your level!"

Jiang Tian's complexion changed slightly, and he sighed leisurely.

"You are also strong!"

Wei Shuofeng's face was serious, and he sighed long and hard, "Old man read the ancient books. It was recorded that the ancient real person's mental power was as solid as a steel knife, ten times stronger than the current magic. Seeing it today, it is indeed so!"

He stood up long, and without seeing how he moved, he suddenly shot out like a missile, and in the blink of an eye, he had already landed on the sea hundreds of meters away.

At this time, the torrential rain was pouring, and the thunder lights deep in the clouds danced wildly like silver snakes, flickering wildly, and the sea was blown by the strong wind to set off turbulent waves several meters high.

He stood on top of the rolling waves like a fairy, and stood still like a needle in the sea. A voice spread far into the villa:

"An ancient strongman who likes to climb to the top and practice martial arts, and practice martial arts in the face of the great lake, is not as good as the old man and you to fight on these thousands of miles of waves. Only then can we show the magnanimity and artistic conception of our generation's masters of law!"