Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

"The palm is like a prison!"

The old man from Iron Prison slowly pushed out with his palm, and Jiang Li felt that many invisible shackles and iron bars appeared around him, imprisoning him in place.

This restriction does not come from the power of the flesh and blood, but from the operation of rules.

Even if Jiang Li had millions of jun or tens of millions of jun at this moment, he could not shake the restrictions of this rule.

Unless his martial arts attainment is higher than that of Old Man Iron Prison, there is no way to break free.

"Little guy, you are indeed very strong. Even the old man is extremely envious of your physical power. It's a pity that your martial arts realm is a little low. Humans and immortals are extraordinary. It's not just the power of the physical body and blood that is powerful!"

"The real power of human immortals lies in the use of rules, acupoint spirits and fist spirit!"

Old Man Iron Prison's palm moved slowly, pushing the mud-like space, pressing towards Jiang Li bit by bit, trying to crush him into mud like space.

"Humph!"

Jiang Li just sneered, feeling the constraints of the rules around him and the subtle tracks contained in the Iron Prison Old Man's palm prints. In the altar in his mind, the remains of Pan Emperor flickered, trying to imitate and master them.

Facing the coming crisis, he was completely unafraid and seemed to never really take this danger into consideration.

The old man from Iron Prison kept his palm forward, finally pressed it on Jiang Li's chest, and then passed through it.

The space is like mud, gurgling.

Everything seemed to be as usual, and the faces of several Beiyu Sect disciples showed a look of satisfaction.

Only the old man from Iron Prison's expression suddenly changed.

"Be careful in the iron prison!"

Old Man Yanyan and Old Man Xuechi shouted in shock at the same time!

"How did you break free!"

The old man from Iron Prison retracted his palm like electricity and held it at his side. Suddenly, a huge force suddenly burst out in the void space, and the entire main hall was shaken to pieces.

The old man from the Iron Prison stumbled back, his arms bent at an astonishing angle, and the crystal-clear immortal blood flowed like a gush.

The Northern Prison Sect disciple blinked hard and saw Jiang Li standing at the spot where Old Man Iron Prison had just stopped.

Still standing with hands behind his back.

And Jiang Li, who had been punched through the chest by the Iron Prison Old Man, had long since turned into a foamy shadow and disappeared.

"Kill him, this man is very strange!"

The old man from Iron Prison screamed in shock.

However, before he finished speaking, his chest continued to dent. Jiang Li directly bullied him and punched him like a magic hammer, smashing the bones of the Iron Prison Old Man's body and breaking every inch of his body.

Every punch struck with all his strength was a force that the old man from Iron Prison could not bear.

Jiang Li's physical body is extremely powerful. It receives nourishment from various sources in the Five Elements World and is infused with all the vitality of the Wood Clan's soft armor.

Except for Jiang Shirong who could compete with him in strength, it was almost difficult to find anyone else.

Old Man Iron Prison's martial arts realm was advanced and far superior to Jiang Li's, but he was hit by Jiang Li's huge strength and was hammered indiscriminately, unable to condense his energy and blood.

There is also a looming blessing of luck, which constantly interferes with his fist spirit, and all the favorable circumstances and circumstances are far away from him.

This gave Old Man Iron Prison a great panic and absurd expectation in his heart. If no one stopped him, he would probably be the only human immortal in the world of Kyushu who was hammered to death by random fists.

"stop it now!"

Old Man Xuechi sat still in the cross-legged position, and human figures jumped out one after another behind him, but they were incarnations of true energy that were exactly the same as his own body.

They jumped out in the air and pounced directly on Jiang Li.

Every time the true energy takes shape, there is red blood surrounding the whole body, and some of the steaming true energy condenses around the body, forming various ghosts and ghosts with tragic deaths.

As soon as they pounced out, the stench of blood immediately filled the main hall.

There are also various sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Yin and Yang transform into life!"

Jiang Li's fists kept moving, his true energy surged from behind, and streams of true energy flew out in shape.

These transformations also have the same appearance and body shape as Jiang Li.

But behind every incarnation, there is a yin and yang Pisces figure that is constantly rotating.

Two forms of true energy with completely different temperaments collided together, both at the same level of the five fatal changes.

However, Jiang Li's ability to transform his true energy into shape was obviously superior, and his body was condensed more solidly.

As soon as the two sides fought, Old Man Xuechi's true energy was directly suppressed.

The true energy of the Yin-Yang Pisces figure suspended behind him took shape, and with each punch and palm falling, Tai Chi seals appeared one after another.

Hitting the blood shadow's true energy form, its parts were directly refined.

One was ebbing and the other was ebbing, and in just three or five breaths, the blood shadow's true energy was beaten to pieces.

In the clouds and mist, the body of the old man Xuechi was also trembling.

"Who are you? You are so powerful that even in the Middle Ages, it was rare and hard to find!"

Old Man Yan finally couldn't sit still anymore. The powerful fluctuations of his spiritual thoughts swept away the clouds and mist, and he saw a tall figure condensed by his spiritual thoughts stepping out.

He is ten feet tall, wearing a crown and royal robes. His face is majestic and noble, and he is calm and majestic, just like an emperor descending.

But Yin Qi rolled around him, covering the heaven and earth, and ghosts followed him. He was not like an emperor on earth, but more like a monarch in the underworld.

He stepped behind Jiang Li in one step, and slapped Jiang Li hard with his ghastly palm.

With a "buzz" sound, another zhenqi form jumped out from behind Jiang Li, holding a wooden stick as black as ink, and hit the master Yin's head hard.

"roll!"

The Yin Lord's Dharma Appearance issued a thunderous Dharma shout, and bursts of divine sound waves were like hurricanes blowing towards the true Qi form.

Its power is so strong that it can shatter a mountain in an instant.

But the true energy transformed into a wooden stick held upright in front of him, and when he slashed forward, the substantial sound waves dispersed like bubbles.

The black wooden stick hit straight down, hitting the head of the Bardo Lord Dharma Prime with a bang, creating a deep crack that penetrated to the other side of the Dharma Prime Minister's head.

"Oh!"

The master of Yin and the old man Yan screamed at the same time.

On the high platform, old man Yan Yan covered his head and rolled on the ground, kicking his feet around.

Under the high platform, the Yin Master's Dharma Image kept staggering backwards, and the Zhen Qi transformation holding a black stick chased after him. The wooden sticks fell with a crackle, and each stick shattered part of the Yin Lord Dharma Appearance's body.

Finally, it turned into a ball of spiritual thoughts and flew back to Old Man Yan's flesh shell.

However, he still chased after him in the form of his true energy, and the wooden stick clanged on the head of the old man Yan Yan.

"Get out of here!"

The old man Yan Yan blasted his palm, almost exploding all his power, and directly dispersed the true energy. However, he sat down on the ground again, vomiting blood, and cursed viciously: "Why are you still standing there, go and help, don't you think so?" Are you waiting to be exterminated!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Hearing Old Man Yan's scolding, the five Beiyu Sect disciples suddenly woke up and jumped towards Jiang Li.

"Roar"

A red rope flew out from Jiang Li's waist, fell to the ground and turned into a fire beast that looked like a Suan Ni. It roared to the sky, then flew up in a flash and turned into a rope that bound the gods again. Whip shadows filled the sky like a curtain, and the five Northern Prison Sect disciples, including the woman in purple, were suppressed by the God-binding rope for a moment.

"Siko Hao, you idiot, why don't you hurry up and call other disciples to come and help!"

Old Man Yan held his head that was about to burst in pain and gasped for air.

Why, when he woke up, all the disciples he had carefully selected and carefully trained became dull and dull.

Sikou Hao stood blankly at the door of the main hall, watching the whole sect being beaten violently by the old boy without any reaction at all.

Standing like a door god.

It seems that he is not a disciple of the Beiyu Sect, but seems to be a doorkeeper for that person!

"Disciple, come and help Master!"

Only then did Sikou Hao react. He stepped into the main hall. A flash of red light appeared in his hand, but there were six or seven red pills.

"Fire Spirit Pill? You actually got such a thing!"

Old Man Yan was delighted when he saw this, but he recognized what was in Sikou Hao's hand.

On the fourth floor of the divine tower, there is a fire elixir contained in the human immortal realm's fire spirit body.

The human immortal fire spirit has the true charm of fire, and its fire can burn the Yin spirit, which is difficult to resist for four calamities or less.

The Fire Spirit Pill is the essence of the Fire Spirit Beast, and the power it contains must be equally terrifying.

If this thing were hit, it would be enough to suppress that person.

As long as Iron Prison and Xuechi regain their breath, they can use their true methods. Even if they can't kill that person, they can still save the lives of everyone present.

But before Old Man Yan could be happy, Sikou Hao flicked his wrist, and the Fire Spirit Pill hit the purple-dressed woman and five other members of the Northern Prison.

In an instant, the sky was filled with fire.

The bodies of the five Northern Prison disciples were charred and blown to bits. Even the Yin Shen was severely burned.

"Siko Hao, are you crazy?"

Old Man Yan was so shocked and angry that he almost jumped up from the ground.

"Master, this disciple is not crazy. Only when these fellow disciples die and the master has no hope can he be free to save his disciples!"

Sikou Hao smiled: "And if they don't die, I will eventually be separated from my spiritual thoughts by Master. I will use my thoughts to fulfill them. This disciple is really unwilling!"

"You, you traitor, betrayed the sect!"

The angry Five Buddhas of Yan Yan ascended to the sky and became furious. His spiritual thoughts gathered together again. Even if he stayed here today, he would kill this evil disciple first to vent his anger.

However, before he could explode, a stream of true energy jumped out from behind Jiang Li again, picked up the black stick, and rushed towards him.

Old Man Yan's heart trembled, and the spiritual thoughts he had just gathered returned to his body again, for fear of being hurt by the strange stick in the transformed hand.

"Master, wait a moment, wait until I kill these fellow disciples, and then I will honor you, old man!"

Sikou Hao bowed and saluted Old Man Yan, then walked towards the five Beiyu Sect disciples who had been blown to the ground and killed them one by one.

His soul and body were united, and there was no feeling of stagnation between his attacks, and he was no longer in a state of being disembodied.

"You were actually cured!"

Old Man Yan was even more shocked.

He glanced at the old man Xuechi, who was trapped by the true energy, and the old man Iron Prison, who was about to be exploded by Jiang Li's hammer. With a fierce look in his eyes, he suddenly raised his head and rushed out of the main hall.

"Roar"

The God-binding rope spun in the air and flew over in a flash, directly wrapping around the fleshy shell of Old Man Yan.

But Old Man Yan had already predicted it. The moment the God-binding rope wrapped around the fleshy shell, the Yin God left the shell and escaped into the void in just a flash.

"Damn it, I let him escape!"

Sikou Hao's expression changed, his movements slowed down for half a breath, and he didn't have time to throw the Fire Spirit Pill in his hand.

Woo woo

He was still upset, but he saw that a form of true energy had already taken shape, holding a black stick, and rushed away from the void.

"Oh!"

Near the exit of the secret realm, the void opened, and Old Man Yan's Yin God screamed and fell to the ground.

Jiang Li transformed into a real spirit and strode out, waving the black wooden stick and hitting his head and face again.

The sound of wailing instantly echoed throughout the entire secret realm.

"what's going on?"

"Didn't Ran Zongzhi say that the sect master and the leader were punishing the descendants of the past and present? Why did this voice sound like the sect master himself?"

From all directions in the secret realm, people were alerted one after another. They flew up to the sky to look around and followed the sound.

"What a sect master!"

Soon there were seven figures flying nearby. When they saw the Yin God of the old man Yan Yan being pinned to the ground and beaten violently by a burst of true energy, they were all shocked and stood there for a few moments, in disbelief.

How could the most powerful man from the Middle Ages, who was as powerful as the sect leader, be so miserable?

What happened in the main hall of the sect?

Could it be that other powerful men from the medieval era broke in?

……

Thousands of thoughts were spinning in an instant, but the seven people couldn't think too much, and together they attacked the incarnation of Zhenqi who was committing violence and saved the sect leader.

The realms were about the same strength. Seven people jumped up at the same time, but for some reason one person was left far behind. He looked at the six figures in front of him, and with a flash of red light in his hand, he threw out more than a dozen Fire Spirit Pills with all his strength.

"Ran Zongzhi, what are you doing?"

The six people ran with all their strength, but when they realized there was a vision coming from behind, it was already too late.

As the Fire Spirit Pill erupted, rolling hot real fire swept across, and the ring within dozens of miles was covered in flames.

Ran Zongzhi first stayed away from the fire. When the real fire gradually subsided, he rushed into it and used all his strength to kill every member of his sect.

"Ran Zongzhi, you evil disciple, have you forgotten the kindness and friendship between your masters and fellow disciples for more than ten thousand years? If you treat your fellow disciples so harshly and deceive your master and betray your ancestors, you will not die!"

Old Man Yan cursed viciously.

His Yin God has gone through five thunder tribulations, and the power of the Fire Spirit Pill's true fire cannot cause fatal damage to his Yin God.

"Sect's favor?"

Hearing this, Ran Zongzhi smiled coldly: "Sect Master, do you know how much we disciples have paid to protect the sect in these ten thousand years, and how much pain and torture we have suffered? More than thirty fellow sects have arrived. In this and ancient times, there are only a few of us left, and countless people have become crazy and committed suicide.

"And the first thing you did when you saw us after you came out of seclusion was not to offer condolences or praise, nor to rescue us, but to ruthlessly squeeze out the remaining value of us. This is what you call the sect's kindness!"

"But you have to know that you are all disciples trained by the Beiyu Sect. If it weren't for the sect, you would have been dead for ten thousand years!" Old Man Yan yelled angrily.

"So, let me repay your kindness!"

Ran Zongzhi took the wooden stick in Zhenqi's transformed hand and walked towards Old Man Yan step by step, and then there were even more miserable screams.

In the North Prison Sect Master's Palace, the fight between Jiang Li and the old man from Iron Prison was coming to an end.

On top of Jiang Li's fist, the true energy was wrapped around him, and it bombarded the Iron Prison Old Man's body, creating a series of horrific wounds, and even more true energy and the power of space were attached to it.

No matter how vigorous the Iron Prison Old Man's physical vitality is, it is blocked by the space force hitting the wound and cannot nourish the wound and heal it.

The vitality continues to collapse. (End of chapter)