5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 148 Your uncle is still your uncle

Chapter 148 Your uncle is still your uncle
Everyone noticed this scene, and all of them stared at Jiang Ling closely, watching him walk up the high platform step by step.

Even if his cultivation base is sealed, Jiang Ling can hit the Dzogchen with one punch, this is the No.1 strength in the world.

Deng Wenyuan had already hit a high place all the way, and when he heard the exclamations around him, he couldn't help but looked down and saw Jiangling.

"Why did Jiang Ling come up?"

His heart skipped a beat, he wondered if Jiang Ling also wanted to attack the ring?
Looking at the chains that Jiang Ling was dragging all over his body, Deng Wenyuan smiled, thinking too much, that guy would only be grandstanding.

It was because I was careless just now that I was beaten back. When I conquer the ring, I will take your head off.

Deng Wenyuan smiled contemptuously, and continued to attack.

But at this moment, the entire high platform shook violently a few times, and many people on the high place fell down without standing still.

what happened?
Deng Wenyuan looked in the direction of the movement, and couldn't help shrinking his pupils.

It's Jiangling!how is this possible!

I saw a large group of people surrounding Jiangling, but they were blown away by his chains before they got close.

The chains that were originally used to imprison him turned out to be his weapons in the blink of an eye.

This Chengtian Basuo itself is an immortal spiritual weapon, even if it doesn't display its spirituality, just throwing the chains over it can smash people into a pulp.

"Did I see it wrong?"

The Patriarch of Wanxiang Sect was full of astonishment.

He got the eight locks of Chengtian, he knows best, not just anyone can use the chains as a weapon to sweep them away.

"If I remember correctly, each of the chains in Chengtian Eight Locks weighs ten thousand catties."

The corners of his mouth twitched, his face froze.

If you want to dance the chain, it is equivalent to lifting a small mountain bag. That kid's cultivation base has been sealed, can he do it with only his body?
All the onlookers were stunned.

But the people around Jiang Ling kept attacking him.

Not only to climb the high platform, but also to kill the sword master in public to stand up.

But they couldn't stop Jiang Ling at all, as soon as they approached, they were thrown by Jiang Ling with a chain and smashed into the air.

For a while, the screams continued, but those who were hit by the chains would have broken bones, and those who were unlucky would have their heads smashed on the spot and died.

"He's attacking!"

Someone yelled in horror.

How does this look like a prisoner?It is clearly a god of killing!
In just a short while, there were many corpses piled up under the high platform, all of them were beaten to death by Jiang Ling with chains.

When everyone was shocked, Jiang Ling calmly walked up to the high place step by step.

No one can stop his progress. At this moment, every cell in his body is roaring, and every inch of flesh is tense, containing infinite power.

"Sword Master, be my stepping stone, let me become famous"

A sinister white-haired old man approached Jiang Ling with strange steps. Before he could make a move, Jiang Ling kicked him into the air. He was still thrown in the air, his heart was broken and he died.

Feeling the majestic physical strength in his body, Jiang Ling was very satisfied.

He has already suffered the loss of being abolished once, and after experiencing it again, he has been reborn.

After devouring so much blood, Jiang Ling's body has already been tempered to the Nascent Soul level, which is comparable to the sanctification of the body.

Unless he is cut into pieces, nothing in this world can seal his strength, at most the sword cultivation method cannot be used.

"boom."

Jiangling was under the oppression of the eight chains, and every step he stepped on made a thunderous bang.

If it hadn't been for the special treatment of the high platform, it would have been trampled to pieces by Jiang Ling long ago.

People below the alchemy stage should not approach him, one will die one by one, and after just a short while of practice, he has reached the upper half of the high platform.

The three god transformation stages all stared at Jiang Ling in amazement, his physical strength is a variable, but this thing can't be sealed, the three of them could only watch helplessly.

At this time, Deng Wenyuan took a forbidden drug, briefly possessed the power of the Nascent Soul Stage, and finally blasted away the Nascent Soul Stage that was guarding the ring.

Now, it's his turn to defend the ring.

"It's only 10 minutes. My Wanxiang Sect has finally become the strongest force again after a thousand years!"

Deng Wenyuan was so excited that he couldn't help but exchanged glances with the ancestor outside the battlefield.

Both of them were emotionally charged, Deng Wenyuan felt the power rolling in his body like a river and sea, his self-confidence was bursting, and he couldn't help shouting: "Who dares to attack!"

The elites of the major forces exchanged glances with sullen faces, and rushed to the highest point of the high platform at the same time.

But Deng Wenyuan is too tough. After briefly possessing the Nascent Soul stage cultivation base, he is almost invincible. Anyone who rushes up and punches will be beaten down. He was even.

Powerful, this is everyone's first impression of him.

Even in the other two stages of transformation with the ancestor, when I looked at Deng Wenyuan, I had some different thoughts in my heart: "If this son breaks through to the Nascent Soul Stage, he must be invincible in the same realm and cannot stay."

While everyone was watching nervously, more and more people rushed to the high platform.

Deng Wenyuan singled out a large group of people, but blocked them.

And at this time, in another minute, he will be able to successfully defend the ring and win the first place.

"Hahaha, the rise of Wanxiangmen is today. I, Deng Wenyuan, want the whole world to remember my name!"

The loud voice resounded through the audience.

Last 10 seconds!
Deng Wenyuan roared like a god of war, his eyes were red from killing.

"Countdown 10, 9..."

The ancestor of Wanxiangmen counted down impatiently and loudly.

In a few seconds, the Wanxiangmen will be able to unify the martial arts world and stand on the top of the world again!

Deng Mao, the head of the Vientiane Gate, was also watching from the sidelines, his heart hanging in his throat.

At this moment, all eyes were on Deng Wenyuan.

The fighting on the high platform also reached its climax, but Deng Wenyuan was surrounded by the alchemy stage and the Yuanying stage, but he couldn't take the ring.

"I am a god!" Deng Wenyuan waved his hand, and several figures flew away as if he had opened up the world.

"3, 2!"

The voice of the ancestor of Wanxiangmen was raised, and he was about to call out the last number.

But at this moment, with the sound of metal crashing, several chains came out of the sky, and a "bang" sounded like sweeping the floor, knocking out everyone on the high platform.

What the alchemy stage, what the Nascent Soul stage, what the invincible god of war Deng Wenyuan, all fell from the high platform to the ground.

There was a crisp sound of "啪啪啪啦", and a large number of figures fell on the ground.

In an instant, there was a dead silence in the audience, and the countdown sound of the ancestor of Wanxiangmen also stopped abruptly.

The whole world seemed to stand still, and everyone inside and outside the stadium stared angrily at the high platform.

At this time, there was no one on the high platform, and a figure walked up slowly dragging the chain.

"Wow!"

The crowd was completely blown away.

It was Jiangling, who used to be No.1 in the world, swept all armies with chains weighing ten thousand catties, and captured the arena.

"Feixian Mountain!"

Yu Liang took the lead in yelling, and all the members of Feixian Mountain present roared excitedly.

The entire arena was filled with the shouts of "Feixian Mountain", and the voices gathered into a torrent, shaking the sky and shaking the air.

Jiang Ling carried Feixian Mountain on his shoulders, once again stood on the position of the strongest force, climbed to the top of the sky, and told everyone a truth with facts:
Your uncle is still your uncle.

"Damn it! It's only the last second." The ancestor of Wanxiangshan's heart was bleeding, and he was about to vomit blood.

If I had known this earlier, I would have counted faster.

"Jiangling, it's you again!"

Deng Wenyuan got up from the ground, his face so gloomy that he could drip water.

With a bang, people from all major forces climbed up the high platform again, intending to take Jiangling down.

But Jiang Ling's physical strength is unparalleled, no one is his enemy, if he goes up and flies directly, no one can stay by his side for a second.

"Let's go together." Deng Wenyuan united a group of Dan Qi and Yuan Ying Qi to attack from all directions.

"Bangdang."

Jiang Ling grabbed the chains and violently swept them away.

People fell to the ground like rain.

"Ten minutes are up, Feixian Mountain has won! The strongest force is Feixian Mountain!" Yu Liang kept pinching his watch, and shouted as soon as the time came.

But the ancestor of Wanxiangmen didn't seem to hear, looked at Jiangling indifferently, and said in a cold tone: "Everyone who participated in the sect competition, kill him, and continue to attack."

Hearing this, Yu Liang yelled at him angrily: "You are lying, your words don't count."

"In this world, the strong are respected, the rules are set by me, I can do whatever I want, you must die today, and you still want to lead Feixian Mountain to the top of the most powerful force."

"Haha."

Jiang Ling suddenly laughed boldly: "It's a strong man's honor, so I'll indulge myself too. Before the barrier opens, I will kill everyone inside."

"How dare you!" All the three great transformation gods were furious.

"Chengtian Basuo!"

Jiang Ling drank bloodthirstyly.

"Boom boom boom."

In an instant, the eight chains inside the barrier shook violently, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

"What's going on, that's my immortal spirit weapon!" the ancestor of Wanxiangmen shouted in shock.

(End of this chapter)

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