Prehistoric: Download the Saint's Cultivation at the Beginning

Chapter 217 Beat Zhunti violently!Eternally unique!
On Mount Sumeru, Zhunti's figure seemed to turn into a stream of light. At such speed, only a black lightning could be seen in the black and white Taoist robe.

In the mid-air, two figures, one black and one green, collided with each other in anticipation. Wherever they passed, they each left a long string of shadows, seemingly countless. Zhunti is just like Jiang Chen.

"boom!"

Following an extremely oppressive dull sound, a ferocious and terrifying energy wave surged out from the place where the two collided. Suddenly, the space within a hundred feet around the two people was somewhat distorted, and then It exploded in the midst of everyone's horrified eyes.

Seeing the two people who shattered the space with that blow, the faces of many monks and powerful monks were extremely shocked.

Comparing this level of power, people like myself are really as weak as ants.

"A saint is like an ant! This statement is truly without water at all!!!"

Seeing that the space was shattered, Nuwa and other saints rushed to help stabilize the space on Mount Sumeru to prevent the space from being completely sunk by the two people involved.

But before the others were shocked, they saw a green figure flying out, apparently having suffered a big loss in the physical collision just now.

"It's Saint Zhunti!"

A sharp-eyed monk looked at the figure and screamed in the crowd.

"This is really Saint Zhunti! But isn't Saint Jiang Chen just a half-step saint? Why was he so defeated in a head-on fight?"

A surprised voice sounded.

"Well, yes, Saint Jiang Chen is a half-step saint after all, and he has only just stepped into this realm, while Saint Zhunti has been in the realm of a saint for many years, and he must have gone a long way on the road to becoming a saint. , why do you have such a result?"

Another puzzled voice sounded, and there was silence around them. They obviously thought so too, waiting for someone to come out and explain their doubts.

"Hehe, there's nothing surprising about this. Although Saint Jiang Chen is only half a step of sainthood and has not yet fully entered the realm of Tao, don't forget that Saint Jiang Chen has proven the Tao! Even if it is only half a step, , how can we measure his combat prowess by the standards of a heavenly saint?"

A proud voice sounded, obviously someone who understood the meaning clearly. The monks around him seemed to be listening attentively, and then they continued to preach as if they had more motivation.

"Besides, Saint Jiang Chen himself is an existence that cannot be measured by common sense. Quasi-sage perfection means having combat power close to that of a saint. Who has been able to achieve it in the past and present? Is this still the case that Saint Jiang Chen is just a half-step saint? If he fully steps into the realm, In that realm, heaven, I can’t even imagine how strong that fighting power must be.”

I saw the man's words flying around, and when I looked closely, I saw that it was still the Taoist he had previously called Zhiwei.

Everyone around him listened attentively, and when the Taoist named Zhiwei finished speaking, they all looked like they had suddenly realized something.

"Yes, what Saint Jiang Chen has proven is the Great Way. Even if it is only half a step, it cannot be judged by common sense. It is reasonable to have such combat power."

"In this case, Saint Zhunti should have no chance of winning! I wonder how Saint Jiang Chen will treat the defeated Saint Zhunti."

"How else can we treat it? The hatred between the two saints should be irresolvable!"

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"Hey"

The crowd sighed, obviously not very optimistic about the consequences of Saint Zhunti.

Looking at Zhunti flying backwards, Jie Yin's expression changed drastically, his body tensed up, and he immediately wanted to step forward to help his junior brother.

Tongtian looked at the Taoist Jie Yin who was about to move, but how could he let him get his wish? He stepped forward with a smile, blocking the way of Jie Yin.

At this time, there was no trace of sorrow on Jie Yin's face. Instead, he stared at the Tongtian Cult Master with a ferocious face, and said solemnly: "Get out of the way!"

The cold meaning in those words was probably something that even the quasi-sage-perfect monks couldn't resist.

But how could Tongtian be afraid of him? He suppressed his smile and said with some disdain, "What if I don't give in?"

Seeing that Tongtian was still blocking him, Zhunti's ferocious expression suddenly froze. Yes, if Tongtian refused to let him go, what could he do? Could it be that after fighting with him, even if he won, he could still target Tina? What is the use of abandoning the battlefield on the side?

"Hey"

His face returned to a sad look, and a sense of frustration filled his chest, which eventually turned into a sigh.

Jiang Chen also caught a glimpse of the situation between Master and Jieyin, but he ignored it.Immediately, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the place where Zhunti flew out upside down.

I saw that the power of the green saint's law around Zhunti's body was much weaker, and there was a hint of fear in the way he looked at Jiang Chen.

His body!

It really shocked Zhunti.

Even the physical body of a saint that he has cultivated over the years of becoming a saint is not as good as this Jiang Chen. You must know that he still has the laws of the Seven Treasures Tree in his body, and he can't stop Jiang Chen's attack.

"Haha, don't pretend to be dead, that blow just now wasn't enough to make you do this!"

Seeing that Zhunti still didn't come forward, Jiang Chen also spoke calmly.

Immediately after he finished speaking, Zhunti rushed up again with a look of shame and annoyance, and the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth slightly raised in an indifferent arc.

Immediately, the soles of his feet stepped into the void, there was an explosion of energy, and the body rushed towards where Zhunti was in an instant.

Obviously, it is the magical power - so far away, Jiang Chen has never used it, and only relies on the pure power of the physical body to reach the speed of the great road.

Around Mount Xumi, the monks in the ancient world couldn't help but screamed in shock when they saw Jiang Chen's behavior. Apparently, they were also a little shocked by Jiang Chen's ruthlessness.

Jiang Chen suddenly stepped forward, causing a flash of panic on Zhunti's face, and then he used all his strength to hit Jiang Chen's head hard.

Jiang Chen's face was expressionless, and he clenched his palms, twisted his body half-twisted, and retracted his right hand. He then brought out a black lightning arc and sent it forward fiercely, and it collided with Zhunti's fist.

"boom!"

There was another violent sound, and the Zhunti flew out in response. Even his arms were slightly unnaturally twisted. It was obvious that the saint's bones were broken by Jiang Chen's punch! ! !
How could Zhunti's physical body be comparable to the physical power of proving the Tao? It was undoubtedly extremely stupid for Zhunti to fight Jiang Chen with his physical body.

However, this time Jiang Chen did not stop, and his figure was slightly twisted. He actually intercepted Zhunti as he was flying upside down, and whipped him back with a whip kick.

He was originally flying upside down, but Jiang Chen flashed behind him and kicked him back.

Two completely opposite forces made Zhunti's energy and blood surge, and the worst thing was that Zhunti had no strength left to resist.

"call out!"

Another figure appeared out of thin air, with a half-rotation of its body and a bright roundhouse kick.

"boom!"

Another powerful and heavy kick, even Zhunti's saint body was unable to support it, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.

"Pfft!"

Jiang Chen seemed not to notice, still kicking Zhunti around like a machine.

Every time before Zhunti could stand still, a strange figure would appear around him, followed by a dull sound of flesh colliding.

"boom!"

"boom!"

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The thunderous sound was endless. Looking at the miserable Zhunti in the sky, the monks outside Mount Xumi gradually opened their mouths and their eyes were full of horror.

"This Zhunti saint was beaten so violently?!"

"This is not the previous Bodhi Patriarch, but Saint Zhunti, one of the nine great saints!"

"The beating of a true saint actually happened in front of my eyes??"

The minds of all sentient beings are somewhat blocked. I am afraid that such a thing has never happened in all eternity.
(End of this chapter)