Chapter 295 The Two Great Immortal Kings of the Lower Realm Resurrect! Immortal Golden Daoist, Second in the World!
So much so that when that sword light fell, even the supposedly indestructible runes of the Undying Scripture could not withstand it.
The sword light passed right through He Wushuang's chest without any hindrance.
He Wushuang's body suddenly stiffened.
The golden runes that had been shining so brightly on his body also dimmed rapidly at that moment.
He slowly lowered his head and glanced at the clear sword wound on his chest.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
But the next second...
"Bang."
This immortal battle intent, belonging to the number one genius of the other realm who had once slain countless True Immortals, exploded into countless tiny spots of light in mid-air.
Then it drifted away with the wind, leaving not a trace.
All sound was lost on the battlefield.
The cheers of the alien army abruptly ceased, and countless creatures stared wide-eyed at the sky.
We lost.
Their world's number one legend couldn't even withstand a casual flick of the finger sword from the opponent, and was instantly reduced to ashes.
And this is even within the same realm!
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Meanwhile, in the Douluo Continent.
The Divine Realm Committee.
The gods who had been laughing merrily inside the hall froze on their faces.
The evil god's maniacal laughter froze halfway through, two unpleasant gasps escaped his throat, and he stood frozen in place.
Poseidon's hands, which he had just turned behind his back, suddenly trembled.
He stared intently at the light screen, his eyes wide open, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.
"How...is this possible?"
The sea god's voice was extremely dry.
Just moments ago, they were confidently saying that Jiang Chen was too arrogant, that suppressing his cultivation level was courting death, and that they were waiting to see him get a good slap in the face from He Wushuang.
And what was the result?
The opponent simply changed his palm into a sword and casually swung it.
That legendary myth, which had been hyped up by foreign lands, was instantly annihilated.
There was no fancy fighting, just pure, one-sided domination.
Seeing this, all the gods in the hall lowered their heads, none daring to utter another word, feeling a burning pain on their faces.
That's so embarrassing!
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Perfect World, the desolate borderlands of the Imperial Pass.
Jiang Chen withdrew his finger, not even glancing at the scattered light spots.
His gaze fell directly on the Immortal Refining Furnace suspended in mid-air.
Having lost He Wushuang's fighting spirit, the bronze furnace seemed to sense the danger.
The furnace body trembled violently, seemingly trying to tear through the void and escape back to the other side of the Heavenly Abyss.
"Trying to run?"
Jiang Chen spoke calmly, then extended his right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.
An invisible force instantly bound the Immortal Refining Furnace tightly, forcibly pulling it in front of him.
The bronze furnace struggled wildly, spewing out dark red flames from its mouth. The laws of another realm surged within it, attempting to resist Jiang Chen's suppression.
Jiang Chen ignored its struggles.
He simply placed his hand on the stove and then wiped it casually.
"Click click click".
With a cracking sound, the green rust and dark red bloodstains on the surface of the Immortal Refining Furnace quickly peeled off.
The alien laws and spiritual imprints hidden inside the furnace were completely wiped away by Jiang Chen with a casual swipe.
In the blink of an eye.
This once ferocious and powerful foreign magical artifact revealed its ancient bronze color, radiating a pure and vast power.
It has become completely ownerless.
Jiang Chen examined the ancient furnace for a moment, then looked down at Meng Tianzheng on the city wall below.
He tossed it casually.
The Immortal Refining Furnace transformed into a stream of light and landed steadily in front of Meng Tianzheng.
"Meng Tianzheng".
Jiang Chen spoke calmly.
"I've already cleaned the inside of this stove."
"From today onwards, it belongs to you."
Looking at the ancient furnace radiating boundless power before him, Meng Tianzheng's hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.
This is a priceless treasure!
With this weapon, coupled with his current cultivation at the True Immortal realm, as long as the Immortal King doesn't appear, he can kill as many ordinary True Immortals from other realms as he can!
Meng Tianzheng took a deep breath, then lifted the hem of his robe and kowtowed heavily once more.
"This junior thanks you for bestowing this treasure upon me, senior!"
"This junior will certainly use the blood of a foreign land to cleanse this ancient furnace!"
Seeing that the Grand Elder had obtained such a great treasure, the cultivators of the Nine Heavens on the walls of the Imperial Pass were completely excited.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the abyss.
An Lan stood amidst the thick black fog and witnessed it all.
The most outstanding genius in his own realm was instantly killed by someone of the same level, and a treasure from another realm had its mark erased and given away as a gift to his mortal enemy.
This is no longer a simple setback.
"You're asking for it!"
Enraged, An Lan roared, and black mist rose around him, his eyes turning blood red.
Then, he gripped the golden spear tightly, ignoring Yu Tuo's obstruction, and took a big step forward.
"boom!"
With that step he took, the entire Tianyuan shook violently.
The power of Tianyuan's rules manifested instantly, transforming into thick, blood-red lightning bolts that lashed wildly at An Lan's Dharma body, attempting to prevent his leap.
But An Lan did not back down at all.
Despite the backlash from the Heavenly Abyss, he pointed his golden spear at Jiang Chen outside the Imperial Pass.
"Even if it means suffering a backlash and getting hurt today."
"I, too, will cross the abyss and personally tear you to pieces!"
Facing a maddened immortal king.
Jiang Chen remained calmly standing in place, without even making a move to dodge.
He merely raised his head slightly, looking at An Lan who was forcibly taking steps through the abyss.
"Crossing the abyss?"
Jiang Chen smiled slightly and took a step forward to meet An Lan's spear.
"Crossing the abyss?"
Jiang Chen smiled slightly and took a step forward to meet An Lan's spear.
He did not use any magical artifacts, nor did he display any earth-shattering phenomena.
He simply raised his right hand slowly, his slender fingers making a loose clench in the air.
"go back."
There are only two plain and simple words.
But as soon as those two words were uttered, the Heavenly Abyss, which stretched between the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and the foreign land, suddenly erupted.
The crimson lightning that was originally striking An Lan's Dharma body instantly expanded dozens of times in size and transformed into a sea of lightning, directly engulfing An Lan within it.
At the same time, Liu Shen, who was standing beside Jiang Chen, also moved.
She looked at the foreign army on the other side of the abyss, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes.
With a flick of her white sleeve, the Willow Goddess unleashed a crystal-clear willow branch that pierced through the cuff, ignoring the distance in space, and plunged directly into the sea of lightning.
"when!"
A loud bang was heard as the willow branch struck the blade of An Lan's golden spear with pinpoint accuracy.
An Lan's hand gripping the gun jerked violently, and his tiger's mouth instantly split open, spilling dark red immortal blood into the sky.
"you!"
An Lan's roar, filled with shock and rage, echoed from the sea of thunder.
He had forcibly crossed the boundary, and every step his Dharma body took forward required him to endure the enormous backlash from the Heavenly Abyss Rules.
Now that Jiang Chen has drawn upon the power of the Heavenly Abyss, coupled with Liu Shen's merciless attack, his Dharma Body finally could not withstand it.
"Click click click..."
Deep, bone-revealing cracks began to appear on An Lan's enormous body.
"An Lan, retreat!"
Seeing this, Yu Tuo, who was behind, reached out and grabbed An Lan's shoulder, forcibly pulling him back from the sea of lightning in Tianyuan.
"What we are about to do is impossible."
Yu Tuo stared at the two white-clad figures ahead, his face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.
"The ancestral spirit has been revived, and the Primordial Immortal Lord is even more unfathomable. If you continue your relentless attack, your physical body will perish here completely."
Although An Lan was extremely unwilling, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger as he looked at his collapsing Dharma body.
"Good! Very good!"
An Lan stared intently at Jiang Chen and Liu Shen, her spear pointing at Di Guan.
"You're lucky today."
"But this abyss cannot hold my realm back for long."
"When the Heavenly Abyss dissipates, I, the King, will lead my army to raze your Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to the ground!"
After uttering those harsh words, An Lan and Yu Tuo didn't linger any longer.
Black mist churned, and the images of two immortal kings slowly disappeared into the void.
The millions of alien troops on the other side of the abyss also retreated swiftly like the tide, disappearing without a trace.
The foreign invaders, having made their attempt to enter, were thus forcefully forced to retreat.
After a brief silence, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the walls of the Imperial Pass.
...
at the same time.
Deep in a foreign land lies an ancient ancestral homeland shrouded in a perpetual fog of chaos.
Inside a bronze temple that has existed for countless eons.
A man sitting cross-legged on a futon slowly opened his eyes.
He had a full head of blond hair, a handsome face, and wore an ancient blue-gold armor.
If anyone were here, they would be shocked to discover that this man's appearance is exactly the same as the battle intent phantom that appeared in the Immortal Refining Furnace earlier.
However, the aura emanating from him was far, far more terrifying.
That was the true might of a Celestial King.
Crane Wushuang.
He looked down at his palm.
There, a mark that once represented his invincible belief in his youth had just shattered.
It wasn't that we were defeated, but rather that we were forcibly wiped out in an extremely tyrannical manner.
"One move."
He Wushuang's deep voice echoed in the empty temple.
Although he was far away in a foreign land, he saw clearly the last scene that was transmitted back before the fighting spirit dissipated.
The opponent suppressed his cultivation level, and with just a flick of his fingers, he annihilated the strongest attack of the opponent at the same cultivation level.
He Wushuang slowly stood up.
"Primordial Immortal Lord".
He read the name aloud.
"In a wasteland like the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, it's incredible that a variable like you could be born."
He Wushuang walked to the entrance of the temple and looked towards the distant Tianyuan.
"I accept this karmic debt."
"I hope you live to see the day the abyss shatters, and don't let me down."
...
Beyond the borderlands and beyond the imperial pass.
The foreign army retreated, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs and dried blood that testified to the previous carnage.
Tang San stopped, panting, but there was still a long way to go, though he could make out a few details.
He was seen with his hands on his knees, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
Although he was exhausted and out of breath, Tang San's eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
He looked up at Jiang Chen, who was so close to him, and tried to calm his breathing.
Then he straightened his chest, put his hands behind his back, and struck what he considered to be the most aloof pose befitting a peerless genius.
"Lord Immortal Lord."
Tang San cleared his throat, his voice carrying just the right amount of respect as he said:
"This junior is Tang San, a disciple of the Haotian Sect in Douluo Continent."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his left and right hands.
In his left hand, the phantom of a blue silver grass quietly appeared;
On his right hand, a small, jet-black hammer exuded a heavy aura.
"This junior possesses twin martial souls. Though I am but a mortal, I still aspire to the supreme path of immortality."
"It is truly an honor to be able to see the face of the Immortal Lord today."
"I don't know who the Immortal Lord is..."
Tang San hadn't finished speaking.
Jiang Chen turned around.
Tang San's heart leaped into his throat; he was even prepared to kneel down and formally become Tang San's disciple.
However, Jiang Chen's gaze simply swept over him calmly.
There was no stopping, no pause.
It's like looking at a wisp of air, or a stone on the ground.
Then, Jiang Chen turned to look at Liu Shen beside him.
Let's go.
"The laws of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are incomplete. If our two Dao bodies stay here for too long, it will cause the Great Dao to collapse."
Liu Shen nodded slightly.
"Where to go first?"
Jiang Chen looked down at the endless void.
"Go to the Eight Realms of the Lower Realm."
"Go to the Realm of the Gods first and find those two old charlatans."
"Then go to the Cross-Shadow Yin-Yang Land."
After saying that, Jiang Chen waved his sleeve, and a portal in the void slowly formed in front of the two of them.
Jiang Chen and Liu Shen walked side by side into the gate.
"Whoosh."
The void closed, and the portal disappeared.
Only the cold wind howled across the battlefield.
Tang San remained standing there, still holding his martial soul aloft with both hands, completely still.
A gust of wind blew by, stirring up sand and dust that hit his face.
Tang San's legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the muddy pool of blood.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized the other person had seen him.
In the other person's eyes, he didn't even deserve to be looked at properly.
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The Perfect World, the Eight Realms of the Underworld.
The Realm of the Illusory Gods.
This is a strange world constructed from spiritual power.
Beside a large blue stone at the starting point.
Grandpa Jingbi was holding a piece of scrap metal and spitting as he spoke to a young cultivator who was passing by.
Bird Grandpa squatted to one side, the broken bird on his shoulder listlessly preening its feathers.
"Young man, this is the bone of a pure-blooded true dragon, plus ten cans of beast milk, no bargaining..."
Grandpa Jingbi hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly, his hand holding the broken piece of iron also froze.
Bird Master, standing to the side, trembled all over, and even the broken bird on his shoulder was so frightened that it lost two feathers.
The two old men simultaneously raised their heads and looked in the direction of the entrance to the Void God Realm.
A portal in the void silently formed, and two figures in white walked in side by side.
The young cultivator, who was still hesitating about whether to take the beast's milk, felt his breath catch in his throat the moment Jiang Chen and Liu Shen appeared.
Although the two had tried their best to conceal their auras, the absolute crushing power in terms of life level still made the young cultivator's legs go weak, and he scrambled away.
Only Grandpa Jingbi and Grandpa Bird remained at the stall.
They didn't run away.
It wasn't that they didn't want to run, but that mysterious force had completely locked them in place.
His eyes, which were usually cloudy, were now incredibly clear, and there were even faint Dao runes appearing and disappearing deep within them.
This is the fighting instinct of a Celestial King!
Even though they had forgotten the past, and even though their primordial spirits were in ruins, when faced with a supreme being that could truly threaten their lives, their broken bodies still made the most direct reaction.
Jiang Chen stopped and looked calmly at the two ragged old men in front of him.
"The second most powerful person in the world, Immortal Golden Daoist."
As soon as Jiang Chen spoke, he directly exposed the true identities of the two people.
"But now he's in this illusory god realm, making a living by swindling and cheating a few juniors."
"It's truly heartbreaking."
Upon hearing these two names, both Grandpa Jingbi and Grandpa Bird trembled violently at the same time.
Second in the world?
Immortal Golden Daoist?
(End of chapter)