Nine Turns Sword God

Haotian was stunned immediately.

"Is the treasure armor on your body also a divine weapon?"

Chu Shaoyang sneered: "It's just the spiritual root ability."

"Only a loser like you would rely too much on the power of an artifact and try to achieve physical sanctification?"

He was running the Immortal Tiangang Body with all his strength, and seven million kilograms of huge force was swimming crazily in his body.

"I'll show you what the real power of the flesh is!"

Chu Shaoyang took one step forward!

The powerful force actually made a roar in the air and rushed to Haotian in an instant!

"So fast!"

Haotian's expression suddenly changed, and he struck Chu Shaoyang with his war hammer.

Chu Shaoyang's fingers made a clicking sound as he punched the war hammer.

Haotian snorted disdainfully: "You still want to block my first-grade artifact with your physical fist?"

"court death!"

boom!

The fist collided with the war hammer, and the war hammer was blown away!

The power was so strong that Haotian couldn't control it at all, and he and the hammer flew hundreds of meters together.

"It's pretty hard!"

Chu Shaoyang looked at the broken bones in his palm and laughed coldly.

The power of seven million kilograms can crush a ninth-grade spiritual weapon at most, but cannot damage the divine weapon at all.

He just gave it a try to see how hard the artifact was.

"evildoer!"

Haotian's voice actually trembled a bit.

He had never seen anyone who could resist a blow from a divine weapon with his physical fists, only to break a few bones.

Could it be that his body is already comparable to a divine weapon?

"No, that's impossible!"

Haotian almost collapsed: "I endured the pain of quenching my body before integrating some artifact fragments, which are comparable to first-class artifacts."

"Even if you are a physical practitioner, how can you compare to me in the pain of just physical training?"

"Merely?"

Chu Shaoyang smiled, almost contemptuously!

He cultivates the Immortal Tiangang Body, and every breakthrough will attract the Golden Thunder Tempered Body of the Holy Buddha.

The pain was far more painful than the quenching of his physical body!

Is this the pain of ‘mere’ physical training?

"It's just a crooked way."

Chu Shaoyang sneered: "I will let you know what the real physical power is!"

He directly put away the Longming Sword and fought Haotian with only his fists.

Haotian's war hammer danced wildly and hit Chu Shaoyang hard.

Boom boom boom!

The power of the artifact cannot be underestimated.

Chu Shaoyang was beaten away again and again. Even though he was protected by the mysterious black scale armor, he was still shaken to the point where his internal organs were displaced and he vomited blood repeatedly.

However, there was no fear in his eyes, instead he became more and more excited!

As he was knocked away more and more times, his speed increased instead of decreasing, and his physical strength also increased rapidly!

7.1 million, 7.2 million, 7.3 million...

Gradually, Haotian could no longer bear Chu Shaoyang's power.

He was beaten and retreated steadily!

With only a pair of meat fists, Chu Shaoyang hit the war hammer with one punch after another, regardless of the pain of broken bones and split skin!

Click!

Finally, he smashed the war hammer with a slight crack.

"Cracked?"

Haotian was shocked!

At this moment, he fully realized the horror of Chu Shaoyang.

"Crush it for me!"

Chu Shaoyang roared loudly, punched out both fists, and hit the war hammer hard!

Boom!

Roar and explode!

This punch actually hit the ground with the hammer and the man, creating a large crater dozens of meters deep!

Click!

The warhammer exploded with a bang, scattering debris all over the crater.

Haotian's body, which was as hard as an artifact, was also cracked with countless cracks and scattered on the ground.

"This, this is impossible!"

Haotian vomited blood in his mouth and said vaguely: "My physical body has long been comparable to that of a saint!"

"Why... can you break my body into pieces with a pair of fleshy palms?"

Chu Shaoyang shook off the blood on his fist and said calmly: "I am stronger than you."

He raised his foot and stepped on Haotian's head.

The power of 7.5 million kilograms exploded!

Explode with one kick!

Haotian completely lost his breath.

Chu Shaoyang was relieved and knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.

The Xuan Scale Armor was intact as before, but his body could no longer hold it any longer.

He resisted the blow of the divine weapon with his physical body. Although 30% of his strength was reduced by the Xuan Scale Armor, he still should not be underestimated.

This move is like a weapon refiner using a forging hammer to beat the spiritual weapon.

His physical strength increased by five hundred thousand kilograms, but he was also covered in bruises and bruises.

Chu Shaoyang sat down cross-legged, took out the eighth-grade ambergris pill, and looked deeply into the formation.

Haotian is just a dog under Yan Canghai.

The real battle begins now.

With this thought in his mind, he swallowed the ambergris pill in one gulp without hesitation.

…

The center of the formation.

The billowing black energy was like palms, constantly tearing at Yan Canghai's body.

The roars of hundreds of thousands of innocent souls frantically impacted his soul.

He endured the severe pain, his eyes were bloodshot, almost crazy!

"It'll be ready soon!"

Yan Canghai's voice was hoarse: "We still have the last hundred souls left to fully activate the power of that bitch Lin Qingyao's bloodline and awaken the Ghost King!"

"With the body of a ghost king, I am the only saint in East Continent!"

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder boomed over the mountain stream!

Yan Canghai looked up in shock.

There were actually black clouds all over the sky, and thick golden thunder was swimming so fast it was deafening!

It was the Holy Buddha Heavenly Thunder that Chu Shaoyang attracted when he broke through!

"Thunder Tribulation!"

Yan Canghai exclaimed: "That boy, do you want to break through to the Holy King Realm by force?"

"He is only at the seventh level of the True Martial Realm, how can he possibly break through to the Saint King Realm!"

boom!

The first Holy Buddha Thunder fell into the mountain stream.

The power of thunder exploded, hitting the formation, causing ripples.

This power is the nemesis of soul power!

The soul power that was finally gathered was broken into pieces by the Holy Buddha Golden Thunder!

"Looking for death!"

Yan Canghai was furious!

An eleven-meter-tall Zhenwu spirit suddenly rose up and blocked the sky above the formation.

Rumble!

The Holy Buddha Golden Thunder fell one after another, and there were five in just a few breaths!

The Zhenwu spirit was shattered by the golden thunder and almost shattered!

Yan Canghai vomited blood crazily, his breath fell rapidly, and he was seriously injured!

At this time, the last golden thunder fell from the black cloud.

The seventh Holy Buddha Golden Thunder!

It fell directly into the mountain stream, exploding with endless lightning!

"Ah!"

The screams of Yan Canghai and Chu Shaoyang sounded at the same time!

In the lightning, the Soul Devouring Formation was constantly broken, and the power of the wronged souls was annihilated in the thunder.

Chu Shaoyang frantically refined the power of thunder, and the strength of his physical body soared rapidly!

He increased another one million jin, reaching 8.5 million!

Breaking through the eighth level of the Zhenwu Realm!

As for Canghai, he could no longer withstand the power of the golden thunder.

He stared at Chu Shaoyang, hesitated for a moment, and roared angrily: "I want you to die!"

Boom!

The Soul Devouring Formation was completely broken!

An astonishing breath swept the surrounding strength, and a thick black gas rose up, straight into the sky!

A huge figure that was a hundred meters tall and covered the sky stepped out of the mountain stream.

The dark body was covered with dark blue runes, mysterious and simple.

Chu Shaoyang had just broken through, and was directly blown away by this breath for hundreds of meters.

Puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

He looked up at the giant and gasped!

"Ghost King!"

The giant was the Ghost King!

The Ghost King swept his eyes and stared at Chu Shaoyang, with hatred: "Little bastard, it's all because of you!"

"If the formation hadn't been broken, I would have been a strong man at the twelfth level of the True Martial Realm, touching the realm of the Saint!"

"Now, I'm only at the eleventh level of the True Martial Realm, and there is no possibility of breaking through to the Saint King Realm!"