All realms start from the emperor

Chapter 137
All the means of the ghost scholar were used on Jiang Qianpan, but none of them had any effect.

"Why is this guy getting stronger and stronger?"

The ghost scholar cursed secretly.

Circles of dao patterns appeared on Jiang Qianpan's body.

Each Dao pattern is full of the profound meaning of the Dao pattern, and every time the holy air flows through the position where the Dao pattern is located, it will be transformed into a more powerful and domineering golden holy air.

It can provide ten times the supply.

This is the gift of Dao.

Those with great perseverance will be rewarded for their hard work.

"Jiang Qianpan's growth rate is really terrifying. It's so fast. In just a few days after breaking through to the Great Sage, he was already able to compete with the top powerhouses under the Great Emperor. Given time, it is impossible to say that he can really surpass me. Stupid brother, you are worthy of being the princess's target." Luo Fusang said softly, with strange lights in his eyes.

However, the next moment, Luo Fusang frowned slightly again, and said: "The black-faced ghost king practiced the way of curse, and he got mixed up with the Ming clan. Where does he put our Raksha clan?"

Although Luo Fusang's status is incomparably noble, his strength has not yet reached the top level, and his seniority has not yet reached, so he is still unable to intervene in the matter of the black-faced ghost king.

In the ghost monk's mind, there were many silhouettes of the Tianjiao of the human race in his mind, but he had no impression of them.

It wasn't until he saw the rusty long sword that he realized it.

"This person is the pride of the human race, Jiang Qianpan, Zhang Tianfang's junior."

"We're all on."

The ghost monk let go of the beads and threw them into the sky, turning into a magic formation. At this moment, he decided to attack together.

This time the ghost scholar and the ghost monk are dispatched together, no matter how strong Jiang Qianpan is, he probably won't be able to spare his hands to deal with the black-faced ghost king.

On the land, Jiang Qianpan and the ghost scholar fought fiercely, and the whole land with a radius of thousands of miles was sunk.

The Ghost Scholar's offensive was extremely fierce, like a violent storm, using many terrible curse methods and dark methods.

On the other hand, Jiang Qianpan, as if rooted under his feet, has been standing in place without moving at all, taking several moves lightly, perfectly resolving various attacks, and at the same time actively launching an offensive.

Anyone could see that Jiang Qianpan looked very relaxed, and it didn't seem like he was fighting life and death at all, but an ordinary competition.

"Jiang Qianpan's strength is absolutely impossible to be so strong. Is there a mistake in the information, or has he made a big breakthrough in such a short period of time?" The ghost scholar became more and more frightened as he fought, and his mind became very serious.

According to the information he got, although Jiang Qianpan defeated many saintly powerhouses, it was still very difficult, and his strength should not be too strong.

At this moment, he felt that Jiang Qianpan's strength was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a tendency to become more courageous as he fought.

This situation was unexpected by the ghost scholar.

A petal the size of a fingernail appeared silently beside the ghost scholar.

Before the ghost scholar could react, the petals changed drastically, and many spatial rules emerged on the surface, and in an instant, it turned into a space cage formation, covering the ghost scholar.

Immediately afterwards, another eight petals appeared, and in the same way, an eight-fold spatial cage was constructed.

The ghost scholar's eyes changed slightly. He didn't expect Jiang Qianpan to be able to use an ordinary petal to carry tens of thousands of spatial rules, hiding it from his perception.

And he can also arrange formations in a very short period of time, which is really terrifying.

Being in the cage of nine layers of space, the ghost scholar's ability to move was obviously restricted, and even the movement of the holy energy in his body became much slower.

"It's a mere space cage, do you think you can trap me? Not to mention the ninety layers, even if it's ninety layers, I can break through easily." The ghost scholar snorted coldly.

While speaking, Ghost Scholar made a move, and the majestic power of darkness and curse surged out of his body crazily, trying to erode everything away.

No one noticed that a silver edge condensed on the rusty long sword in Jiang Qianpan's hand.

"Shua."

The silver sharp edge suddenly cut out, locking onto the aura of the black-faced ghost king.

"Whoa."

The space was split by the silver edge, and a huge gap appeared, revealing a deep void space.

The black-faced ghost king's pupils constricted, turning into a scarlet hurricane, and quickly backed away.

"What a Jiang Qianpan, while fighting fiercely with the ghost scholar, he can still free his hands to deal with me."

In a hurry, the black-faced ghost king clasped his hands together, and a bright spot of light intertwined between his palms.

If you observe carefully, you will find that that light spot seems to be able to encompass thousands of things, and there are thousands of holy shadows inside.

Pushing out with both palms, the light spot turned into ghostly shadows and collided with the space crack.The space between Jiang Qianpan and the black-faced ghost king became distorted.

"Boom."

Although the space crack was closed, the silver sharp edge pierced through the ghost shadow and rushed to the face of the black-faced ghost king.

"how is this possible?"

There was no time to use any means, and there was no way to avoid it, so the black-faced ghost king could only release the evil power as much as he could, injecting it into the armor he was wearing, hoping to withstand the blow.

"Crack."

The silver edge was invincible, and it smashed through the top-level sacred armor worn by the black-faced ghost king.

Even though the black-faced ghost king had defensive spells on his body, there was still a hideous wound with deep bones visible on his chest.

The silver light on the wound continued to erode his wound.

It turned into a series of silver chains that trapped him firmly, and his holy power couldn't be used directly.

"What a powerful spell, what kind of sword is this!"

The black-faced ghost king let out a rage.

"The Demon Sealing Sword."

The rusty long sword in Jiang Qianpan's hand glowed with dazzling white light, extremely sacred and full of justice.

The black-faced ghost king was terrified, he swung his body backwards, and his whole body flew upside down. The ghost mist sprayed out from the wound violently, and a large area of ​​water was polluted in an instant.

"seal up."

With Jiang Qianpan's last word falling to the ground.

The white mantra completely suppressed the black-faced ghost king, and turned it into a white mark that entered the rusty long sword.

The Demon Sealing Sword, the most precious treasure of the Jiang family, a magic weapon of infinite growth.

After generations of hard work, the Demon Sealing Sword has transformed into the supreme holy weapon.

A veteran great sage like the Black Faced Ghost King was wounded by Jiang Qianpan after being unable to hold back a single round?I don't know how many monks of the ghost clan saw this scene, and they were terrified.

The ghost monk shouted: "Jiang Qianpan, don't be presumptuous, let the Buddha come to save you."

Now, the ghost monk can no longer stand by and watch.

He had already seen that with the ghost scholar alone, there was no hope of beheading Jiang Qianpan.

Jiang Qianpan's cultivation speed is too fast. If he can't get rid of it this time, it will be even more troublesome in the future. It may be true that no one can stop him.

With a shake of his hand, the ghost monk threw out the rosary in his hand, urging it to move with a powerful curse force.

Immediately, the fifteen rosary beads grew in size rapidly, turning into fifteen hundred-foot-sized skulls, surrounding Jiang Qianpan.

All the skulls are imprinted with complicated curse runes, exuding an incomparably evil aura, and each of them has a powerful holy soul imprisoned.

With a little perception, Jiang Qianpan discovered that fourteen of the skulls exuded the aura of the top sages, while the last one exuded the aura of the top saints.

Refining the skulls of saints into a string of rosary beads, I have to say that the ghost monk is really a good method.

"Jiang Qianpan, the Buddha is looking forward to refining your skull into No. 16 beads." A cruel smile appeared in the ghost monk's eyes.

The ghost monk's favorite thing to do is to suppress powerful opponents, and use the secret method of the ghost clan to refine them into rosary beads, so that these opponents will be tortured and never be relieved.

And the stronger the resentment of these opponents, the stronger the power of his rosary will become.

"Roar."

Fifteen skulls screamed sharply, and they were actually performing different holy spells at the same time.

"It's good to come."

Just when Jiang Qianpan was about to make a move.

There was a loud noise from heaven and earth.

The earth began to shake violently.

A large amount of magic energy surged from the ground towards the sky unstoppably.

(End of this chapter)