Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

boom!

An invisible spell of spiritual power was suddenly squeezed out by Jiang Tian, ​​pushing it in all directions.

"Why is his body so powerful?"

"Is it like Xiaoqiang who is made of fine steel and can't be killed?"

Anbei Qingkong and many magic masters took a step back and looked at Jiang Tian in horror.

"I don't accept it - how could I die!"

At this time, Yinggou suddenly let out a very shrill roar, and finally his body froze, he stopped struggling and remained motionless.

At this time, his body had shrunk to the size of a five or six-year-old child, skinny and bones, with sunken eye sockets and skinny bones.

The green stone ground was covered with bloody scratches, and he actually grabbed them with both hands. This shows how much pain he suffered before he died.

The blood ball in Jiang Tian's hand had become the size of a fist, draining all the blood from Ying Gou.

"this……"

"Master Yinggou is really dead?"

"what to do……"

Everyone was frightened and their eyes were filled with fear.

Many strong men from Japan no longer dared to take action and retreated step by step.

Jiang Taichu was so terrifying, he could kill even Ying Gou, he was like a demon suppressing hell.

"Master Jiang, spare my life!"

Takeru Miyamoto was defeated by despair and fear. He knelt on the ground and crawled all over, trembling non-stop.

Master Ying Gou!

Although the new shikigami feed on flesh and blood and do not rely on mental power, they are powerful and can suppress some old shikigami. His combat power far exceeds that of ordinary swordsman masters and god-level ninjas.

But he was sucked into a mummy by Jiang Tian.

"Master Jiang, please spare our lives. We are willing to follow Master Jiang. We will fight wherever you point us!"

"Master Jiang, I'm done waiting for you, please spare my life!"

Fear seemed to be contagious, and other strong men from the East scrambled to kneel on the ground, fearing that Jiang Tian would raise his hand to kill him.

No matter who is a master of swordsmanship, a top-notch ninja, or a ruthless member of the society...

At this moment, they all knelt down and surrendered, worshiping Jiang Tian as if believers had seen a god.

Some even burst into tears with mucus bubbles coming out of their noses. Their ugly appearance was simply indescribable.

In the end, even Ampere Qingkong knelt down.

His old face was full of humiliation, sorrow and despair, and he was silent, looking like he was at the mercy of others.

Onmyoji has a weak body and relies entirely on exorcising gods and controlling ghosts to kill enemies. Winning hooks are dead and using magic techniques.

He lost his support, and Jiang Tian couldn't kill him with one blow.

"Don't you people from the East claim to uphold the Bushido spirit of honor, loyalty, courage, righteousness, etiquette, sincerity, restraint and benevolence, and would rather die than surrender?"

Jiang Tian put his hands behind his back and asked with interest.

"That was the past, we have to keep pace with the times! Respect the strong, and we will obey whoever is strong!"

Like a loyal dog meeting its master, Miyamoto Takeru smiled flatteringly, quickly moved his knees to Jiang Tian, ​​kowtowed and said:

"Master Jiang, we are willing to take refuge with you and be your lackeys. I am a swordsman master, equivalent to China's martial arts master! They are also very powerful..."

At this moment, he still felt a little confident.

After all, they are all very skilled, and if Jiang Tian wants to control South Korea, he will need their help.

"It's just an Oriental offal, it's worthy of being a dog!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Tian smiled coldly, flicked his right hand, and the little black flying sword shot out of the air again.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Blood spurted out, and many powerful Eastern warriors were brutally beheaded before they even had time to scream.

The little black flying sword also exceeded the speed of sound, and these people died unexpectedly without even reacting.

Even Takeru Miyamoto couldn't escape. His head was exploded by the black sword.

"Master Jiang...if you kill me, you will regret it!"

Only Ampei Qingkong had time to scream.

"Huh? Why?"

Jiang Tian's consciousness stirred.

The little black flying sword instantly stopped firmly three inches away from Ampei Qingkong's chest.

"Please Master Jiang, please spare my life..." An Bei Qingkong's face turned pale and his lips were trembling.

"I thought you had some character, but who knows, you're the same guy, and you know how to beg for mercy!"

Jiang Tian stood with his hands behind his hands, chuckled and said, "Tell me, why should I spare you? Why would you regret not sparing me!"

"Master Jiang, our Ampei family is one of the best onmyoji families in the East, dominating Kyushu Island!"

Anbe Qingkong trembled and said: "Moreover, our Abe family enshrines Nonomiya Shrine, one of the four major shrines in Japan. The real god sleeps inside, which is ten times more powerful than Ying Gou..."

"So what? I said, I will destroy them all, leaving no one behind!" Jiang Tian said with a cold smile.

An Pei Qingkong originally wanted to scare Jiang Tian, ​​but seeing this, he made another plan and said hurriedly:

"If Master Jiang insists on destroying these shrines, I can serve as your guide..."

"I'll go and lead the way..."

Jiang Tian said with a surprised look on his face: "Your shamelessness has set a new lower limit for my knowledge!"

"Moreover, Master Jiang, I advise you not to attack these shrines..."

Anbe Qingkong earnestly persuaded: "Those shrines are symbols of the spirit and belief of the Japanese people. Many high-ranking military and political officials have to visit them. If you destroy the shrines, you will become the enemy of the entire East. When the time comes, I am afraid that the Self-Defense Forces will take action. Even if you He’s a master of the divine realm, but I’m afraid he’s not…”

"Hey, you dare to threaten me?"

Jiang Tian glared, looking like "Boy, I finally caught you."

"Sir, please don't dare! I'm just a kind reminder——"

Anbei Qingkong was so shocked that he jumped up and screamed loudly.

He was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. This Master Jiang was so moody that he just wanted to incriminate him.

"I'm going to kill you anyway!"

Jiang Tian's consciousness stirred.

Tsk——, the little black flying sword pierced through the chest.

"Devil! You are a murderous demon! The shikigami will send you to the eighteenth level of hell!"

Anbe Qingkong fell to the ground on his back, blood spurting from his chest, and he screamed angrily but still with anger.

"You Japanese devils are the bloodthirsty beasts. You committed so many heinous crimes in China back then that it's hard to describe them. Since you like killing people, you must have the consciousness to be killed!"

Jiang Tian smiled coldly and walked over. My heart felt so good, killing Japanese people was so satisfying.

In fact, even though there is a personal enmity with the Sin Chau Chinese Association, it is not so satisfying. After all, many of them are descendants of the Chinese.

But the Japanese people are different. There is no psychological burden, only refreshing and hearty.

Especially Jiang Tian's great-grandfather's generation, countless people died in the Jinling Massacre.

"You will regret it if you kill me!"

Seeing Jiang Tian coming over, Anpei Qingkong smiled ferociously and said with a face full of resentment: "There are four top shrines in Japan, with different shikigami in charge and guarded by large formations. Each shikigami has different magical powers. Haha, even if You are in the realm of gods. Without me as a guide and without the information I provide, you are completely defenseless, and you will die without a burial place! Hehe, hehe..."

"Idiot, do you think you can hide this from me?"

Jiang Tian stretched out his big hand and grabbed his head, and his five fingers were like sharp steel hooks, piercing deep into his skull and brain.

At the same time, Jiang Tian's consciousness drilled into his mind like a drill, searching for it.

The soul-searching method is a method for cultivating spiritual consciousness to a high level. It goes against heaven and goes against the harmony of heaven.

Even though Jiang Tian is now at the fifth level of Qi training and can easily erase memories, he cannot use the soul-searching technique at will, especially since Onmyoji is a practitioner of the spiritual system.

But Jiang Tian beat him half to death, and his consciousness was full of negative emotions such as suffering, hatred, and despair. If he searched for his soul again, he would be able to catch him.

Suddenly, a picture of the Eastern cultivation world was vividly displayed in Jiang Tian's mind, and Jiang Tian instantly took away all his memories.

And Ampei Qingkong's whole body twitched and bounced violently, blood spurted out from his seven orifices, and his eyes turned violently white, and finally his eyes became completely dim and dull, and he passed away suddenly.

At this time, Li Jinzhu had walked quickly behind Jiang Tian and stood respectfully, looking at Jiang Tian's back with admiration.

He actually single-handedly killed many powerful men in Ying Gou and the guards and saved Tangun's lineage. If spread to the East, it would definitely cause huge waves.

When Li Jinzhu, Li Jianxi and everyone rushed to Tangun Dao Palace in Houshan, they were all shocked.

Hundreds of masters from Tangun's lineage fell to the ground, motionless, each one as thin as a mummy.

Their robes were rotten and dirty, and there was a large wound on their neck and spine, with pus and blood constantly flowing out, and the stench was overwhelming.

"Grandpa! What's wrong with you?" Li Jinzhu hugged an old man and cried loudly.

This old man was the master of Tangun Dao Palace, the heir of the line, and the person who adopted Li Jinzhu.

It turned out that he had the strength to rival the Master of Transformation, and he was as strong as a dragon or a tiger. However, at this time, his hair was brown and fell off, revealing his scalp with protruding veins. He looked haggard and skinny, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Jinzhu, we have been taken advantage of. I thought Anbei Qingkong would help us, but I never thought that he just regarded us as blood slaves and as materials to improve our cultivation..."

The old palace master Tangun was as angry as a silk thread, and two crystal tears flowed from his deep-set eye sockets, and he choked with sobs:

"That Ying Gou is a zombie that eats flesh and blood, not a god. My uncles, uncles, and brothers like you and I have been absorbed by him for half a year and have lost all our cultivation. I'm afraid we won't be able to survive..."

Seeing this, Jiang Tian remained calm, but sighed in his heart.

He has seen too many such things in the world of cultivation.

Many cultivators or sects thought they had made a huge profit when others gave them skills, cultivation resources and many other benefits.

Who knew there was no free lunch in this world?

In the end, they were all used as cauldrons, and even a sect was completely absorbed.

When practicing Taoism, it is indeed very important to be kind and fake.

But we must not rely entirely on outsiders or foreign objects and lose our independence, otherwise we will be doomed.

"Grandpa, you can definitely save it..."

Li Jinzhu's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she pointed at Jiang Tiandao:

"This is Master Jiang, the number one master in China. He has already killed Ying Gou and those evil people in Dongyang. He has unpredictable powers and will definitely be able to save you!"