5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 130 One thought of life, one thought of death, the domain of life and death

"Retreat, retreat quickly."

Zhong Yi hurriedly directed the Restoration Army to stay away from the battle center.

The dark crowd dispersed quickly, and stopped after running far away, watching from afar.

Skynet's killers also retreated consciously, watching the battle nervously.

They didn't know what to do, and finally hibernated for 200 years to rebuild Skynet. No one wanted the leader of Skynet to die in battle.

Yan Beiwang waited for the remaining three army leaders, and hurriedly led the remaining Yitian army members away from the battlefield.

People from all major forces didn't dare to approach, they all took out their mobile phones and other electronic devices, took pictures of this world-shattering battle, and passed it on to the upper echelons of the forces.

At the same time, all the high-level executives of consortiums, forces, and aristocratic families received the video sent from the front.

When they opened it, they were all shocked.

This was a pinnacle battle. The God Transformation Stage fought against the punishment of God, but was actually blocked by a sword cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage.

"This sword cultivator, if he survives this battle, he will be crowned No.1 in the world."

The ancestor of an ancient martial arts family watched the video and shook his head with emotion.

While the major forces were paying close attention, the entire ground on the plain in front of the headquarters of the Yitian Army's West Region trembled slightly.

In the most central area, a palm that covered the sky and the sun rested on a small figure, but it couldn't be suppressed, and was blocked violently by a long sword.

And in the endless high sky, dark clouds were densely covered, thunder and lightning flashed wildly, and thunder after another poured down on the palm of his hand like a river breaking a bank.

"die."

The ruthless and indifferent voice spread throughout the audience, vibrating in the empty world.

However, Jiang Ling's strength reached its limit, and he shot crazily. The blood mist and sword intent merged perfectly, and the sword light swayed the sky with the blood mist, using his own strength to forcibly shake the avatar of Huashenqi.

"puff."

Jiang Ling vomited blood while swinging the sword, the power of the transformation stage already existed in another world, and it was not something Jiang Ling could easily resist.

Damn it, if it wasn't for my memory being sealed, if it wasn't for the incomplete cultivation method, I would be oppressed like this by the transformation stage?At this moment, Jiang Ling became more determined to unseal the memory.

"Boom."

The thunder and lightning in the air raged and struck down, and the power of Heaven's Punishment also increased rapidly.

Every second the palm of the God Transformation Stage exists, there is a danger of being blasted into slag by the punishment of heaven.

"No matter who your teacher is, no matter which sect you came from, since you have offended me, Yi Tianjun, you will leave this dog's life."

As the palms whizzed, an indifferent voice vibrated in the air.

Jiang Ling didn't say a word, didn't get distracted, and the Zhenshan sword swayed out a series of shocking sword energy.

The strength of the sword cultivator was brought to the extreme by him, and his frontal killing was unparalleled in the world, with sword energy bursting out from his whole body.

"Whizzing."

Sword qi burst out of the air one after another, condensed into a giant sword of energy and struck on the palm of the hand.

"Boom boom boom."

Almost in an instant, the sword energy was violent, and dozens of swords were slashed out in a row.

But even so, they couldn't hit the palm of the degenerate god.

Too strong, this is the real body of the transformation stage, not an incarnation outside the body, and there is no suppression of strength, it is the complete body of the transformation stage.

"Peng!"

The palm was raised high, and then fell again, facing Jiang Ling, sputtering out a turbulent flow of energy.

"break!"

Jiang Ling looked at death as if at home, and roared suddenly. Under the infusion of blood mist, his body size skyrocketed, and the Zhenshan sword in his hand also expanded rapidly, and he swung out with all his strength.

Even Nascent Soul Stage Dzogchen couldn't stop this sword, but it left only a blurred white mark on the palm of his hand.

Seeing this scene, the people who were watching were all gasped.

99% of them are aware of the existence of the God Transformation Stage for the first time, and it is the first time they have seen the strength of the God Transformation Stage.

It is really a realm and a heaven.

"It's not on the same level at all. That Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator is doomed."

No one was optimistic about Jiang Ling, after all, the opponent only used one hand to wound him.

This battle attracted countless people's fascination, and made even more people feel sorry for Jiangling.

His defeat and death was only a matter of time.

And Jiang Ling didn't know how outsiders viewed him, so he had already used all his strength.

The blood mist and swordsmanship were all at the limit of what he could do.

"Boom bang bang..."

Jiang Ling's figure was like lightning, he kept changing positions, and violently clashed with that palm.

Every time there was a confrontation, Jiang Ling would be knocked back by the countershock, and within a minute, he felt severe pain all over his body.

The palm of his hand was scorched black from the punishment of heaven, but he still insisted that he must kill Jiang Ling.

Anyone who dares to challenge Yi Tianjun will die!

The confrontation between the two sides quickly advanced to a climax, the center of the battle raised dust all over the sky, and the shock wave enveloped the entire battlefield, and the onlookers outside could no longer see the battle clearly.

The divine light on the palm flowed, showing all kinds of divine power, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing, and sometimes giving out the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon.

And Jiang Ling also entered the desperate mode while roaring, every time he made a move, the pores were oozing blood, his potential was squeezed to the extreme, and all the power he could use was drawn out.

Even if he was seriously injured, Jiang Ling would still fight against the real body of the degenerate god stage.

Master, this disciple is going to chop off this palm today, and pay homage to your dead soul in heaven!
Jiang Ling's eyes burned with bleeding light, and the Nascent Soul burned, and his strength increased several times.

Xiao Yu, Bai Yuan and the others were injured and could be healed, but the master's body was shattered and he couldn't be reunited, so he died completely.

Even if it's for the master, Jiang Ling can't lose!
"cut!"

He swung the Zhenshan sword desperately, all the power was concentrated in the blade, and no power leaked out.

And that hand clenched into a fist, stretched out a finger suddenly, and pointed at the tip of the sword.

There is a faint flame burning on the finger, which is the divine power of the transformation stage.

"call."

When the tip of the sword touched the fingers, there was no sound like thunder, but only a slight sound, like the melting sound of hot water pouring on ice and snow.

Everyone held their breath and stared closely. This is the strongest confrontation, and the victory or defeat will be announced soon.

Just a few seconds later, Jiang Ling was thrown out heavily, and he was seriously injured in an instant. The pores all over his body were spraying thin blood, and his vitality was overdrawn but he still lost.

With a "boom", he fell to the ground and made a deep hole.

Dark red blood seeped out from the wound, staining the ground blood red.

Jiang Ling stared blankly at the sky, his consciousness began to blur.

This time he not only overdrawn his vitality, but also burned the Nascent Soul and hurt his soul.

However, there was also a hideous wound on the palm of Huashenqi's hand, and a piece of blood was sprinkled.

"It's over here, Jianxiu, I have given you many chances to live before, since I don't want it, then I can only kill you."

The huge palm was slowly raised, and it was slowly lowered towards Jiang Ling under the attention of countless people.

"Ow!"

The white ape screamed and rushed to Jiang Ling, trying to carry Jiang Ling away, but Jiang Ling's consciousness was blurred, his pupils were dilated, and he had already lost his ability to move.

"Ow!"

The white ape howled in grief, and lifted Jiang Ling up to take him away.

With a "boom", the palm of that hand was clenched into a fist, and the white ape was sent flying with one punch.

The white ape was still flying in the air, its internal organs were all shattered, its bones were shattered, its skull collapsed, and it fell heavily on the ground, lifeless.

"Master, Xiaobai!"

Bu Shangwu's eyes were about to burst, he gritted his teeth and wanted to rush over with the burning golden core.

"Are you crazy? Why are you looking for death in the alchemy stage? What's your business? It's not your turn to die."

Zhong Yi pressed Bu Shangwu, looked at Chen Mingyang, and nodded firmly.

The two were very fast, and they arrived in front of Jiang Ling in the blink of an eye, and when they lifted him up to look, their hearts skipped a beat.

"It's over, his soul is severely damaged, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will become a vegetable."

"Don't even think about leaving, everyone, stay with me."

The indifferent voice resounded through the world.

The power of the transformation stage was beyond imagination, with a light punch, Zhong Yi and Chen Mingyang were sent flying at the same time.

"Pfft." The two spurted blood wildly, and their eyes widened in shock.

The stage of becoming a god is too scary, they can't catch a single move, and that sword repairman can hold on for such a long time under the palm of his hand, it's unbelievable!

"Haha, we won!" Yan Beiwang laughed wildly.

The scene was in chaos, and the National Restoration Army was slaughtered in retaliation. The huge palm fell on the crowd again and again, killing a large number of people, and blood flowed like a river.

There were screams in the field, the people brought by Jiangling were slaughtered, but Zhong Yi and the others were helpless, a trace of sadness arose in their hearts.

Could it be that this is our destiny?
"Om."

However, at this moment, the energy between the heaven and the earth suddenly became disordered, and a strong wind blew out of thin air.

A strange wave emanated from Jiang Ling's body.

What is life, what is death?Jiang Ling's consciousness was fuzzy, but he could hear the screams of the people around him before they died.

He didn't know which world his consciousness was immersed in, and the scenes in front of him skipped: invincible, betrayed, fell to the bottom, honed by the mortal world, broken and stood up, strong revenge, on the verge of death.

From birth to death, from death to life.

Jiang Ling's state of mind changed from a quantitative change to a qualitative change, and at the same time the Nascent Soul in his sea of ​​consciousness closed his eyes solemnly and sat cross-legged.

"boom!"

In just a moment, an invisible force emanated from his sea of ​​consciousness, destructive wherever it passed, and spread to the palm of Huashenqi, and with a "bang", the palm fell to the ground with a "bang".

"This, this is!"

Between heaven and earth, that indifferent voice fluctuated for the first time, and the tone was full of shock.

"It's the realm of the primordial spirit! Only the Nascent Soul stage can start to comprehend it, and the realm of the primordial spirit that can only be fully controlled at the stage of transforming gods, how is it possible!"

"Shh!"

The next moment, Jiang Ling slowly opened his eyes, one eye was blood red, the other eye was filled with white mist, and an invisible field covered most of the battlefield.

One thought of life, one thought of death, the realm of life and death!
(End of this chapter)