The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 215 Ascension Realm
"It's just a fourth-grade magic weapon, you dare to show it off in front of me!" Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed disdain, he raised his hand seemingly casually, and flicked his fingers lightly at the ghost knife.

'when! ' With a crisp sound, the Ghost Head Knife shattered immediately.

All the monks in Fusang Palace were shocked and shocked.Elder Ikeda took several steps back even more. Although the Ghost Head Saber was not a magic weapon connected with his heart, it still made him tremble, and his eyes showed disbelief.

Zao Wou-ki enjoyed the shocked expressions of these monks very much, just now he just let the shape change into a ring, and then used that ring to hit the Ghost Head Saber.

Sui Xing is a sacred magic weapon, its hardness is beyond the imagination of a cultivator, and a fourth-grade magic weapon is vulnerable to a single blow in front of it.

Xiao Zhanzi was not surprised by Zhao Wou-ki's move. He knew that Zhao Wou-ki was a weapon spirit and could manipulate any magic weapon at will, and the storage ring on his finger was naturally of a very high grade and could be smashed into pieces. The fourth-grade broadsword is not surprising at all.

But what happened next made Xiao Zhanzi's pupils shrink in disbelief.

I saw Zhao Wuji suddenly yelled violently, a layer of ripples like the surface of water suddenly appeared on his body, and this layer of ripples receded in the blink of an eye. At this time, Zhao Wouki, as if he had changed, suddenly gushed out a wave of shocking waves all over his body. The frightening and violent breath came!
Soar to the realm!

Xiao Zhanzi's expression changed, he quickly dodged back and retreated tens of meters, and he thought it would not be easy for him to be swept by the aura of Zao Wou-ki.

Turn around!

At this time, Zhao Wuji has transformed himself into a master of immortal cultivation who has ascended to the realm of ascension. An aura of contempt for all living beings spreads suddenly on his body, and the powerful true energy turns into small lightning bolts that continuously bounce around his body. .

Only ten seconds!

But for immortal cultivators, sometimes only one-thousandth of a second is enough to decide the winner!

The so-called lightning flint!
Not wanting to leave any opportunity for these Fusang Palace disciples to panic, Zhao Wuji stretched out his hands, and several light blue rays of light turned into sharp blades, piercing through the dantians of each Fusang Palace disciple!
Instant kill!

(End of this chapter)