I can explode

Looking at the last woman in purple, Jiang Changkong said calmly, "Please."

The woman in purple slowly ascended into the air, surrounded by purple air, "I have a method, if you can sustain for three breaths, you will pass my test."

"Three breaths?" Jiang Changkong's expression moved slightly: "Did you underestimate me?"

"Because I can only control three breaths, after three breaths, I will also suffer backlash."

The woman in purple said calmly.

"Then come on." A hint of curiosity appeared on Jiang Changkong's face.

What kind of secret method, with her cultivation at the peak of the seventh level of Lingwu, can only last for three breaths of time?

"Attention."

The woman in purple gave a soft drink, and thousands of purple air mingled and surrounded Jiang Changkong.

The purple air criss-crossed, forming a huge ball, enveloping Jiang Changkong.

"Ziwei is extremely refined!"

A martial arts master who knew this move said in a deep voice, "I never thought it was this move. No wonder, this move has been used to kill eighth-level demon generals."

"Ziwei is extremely refined, and the secret method is not passed on in dreams." The warriors were shocked here.

Jiang Changkong actually forced out two secret techniques when he ventured into Mengdu this time.

And he is only at the fifth level of Lingwu!

Even if he failed this time, no one would say anything.

Jiang Changkong's head sank, purple flames emerged, and the surroundings turned into a sea of ​​purple flames.

Strands of purple energy condensed into chains, criss-crossing the purple flames, forming a large formation, and the powerful suppressing force made it difficult for him to move like a mountain on his back.

The three spiritual bodies circulated, and the true energy in the body was urged to the extreme.

Jiang Changkong was surprised to find that his indestructible body showed signs of melting.

No matter how quickly the primordial energy dissipated, only a half of it was consumed if he couldn't breathe.

If this continues, he insists that both breaths are difficult.

The golden stone in the body circulates quickly in the body, releasing special waves to help him stabilize his body.

"Such a flame, just right!"

Jiang Changkong let out a long roar, and his body turned into a golden mountain, which was burned by purple flames.

The golden stone in his body actually melted under the flame.

嗡

A mysterious aura emanated from the golden mountain.

In Jiang Changkong's mind, the cultivation method of the indestructible body floated up, and the embryonic form of the spirit body in the body quickly integrated into the body.

It is indeed scary that Ziwei is extremely refined, but he has a golden stone on his body, which can also help him forge a spirit body!

As the golden stone melted and injected into his body, Jiang Changkong's King Kong Invincibility went one step further.

The rudimentary form of the spirit body merged into the body and speeded up, and with just one breath, the rudimentary form shrunk a little.

嗡

The next moment, the purple flame was fading, followed by a rapid disappearance, and the sky returned to clarity.

Everyone's eyes were fixed, and they only saw a golden mountain standing tall in the void.

They could feel that it was Jiang Changkong, but now the momentum seems to be stronger?

Chapter 191: The Last Struggle

The golden holy mountain turned into a human form, and its majestic power filled the sky.

Jiang Changkong's power of spirit and martial arts went one step further.

"This guy, his strength has become stronger. He actually practiced with the help of Ziwei Jilian."

"Is this an evildoer? It's really scary. Ziwei, who can kill the eighth level of Lingwu, has made him go one step further."

"Wizards in the sky can only be friends, not enemies, unless they can be lore!"

The surrounding martial artists were shocked, and various thoughts emerged in their hearts.

Unless Jiang Changkong can be killed, otherwise, just wait for him to take revenge when he grows up.

Ou Wencheng and Mo Cangling are the best role models.

Now, there will be another dream in Shuanghua.

"Assignment."

Jiang Changkong handed over again, and his cultivation base had reached the limit of the fifth level mid-term.

If Ziwei Jilian can persevere a little longer, he has the confidence to step into the late fifth stage.

But insisting on three breaths is the limit of Ziwei woman.

Ziwei woman's complexion turned pale, and the true energy in her body was almost exhausted: "Yu Shuanghua is in the secret room, go by yourself."

After speaking, it turned into a ray of purple light and escaped into the Mengdu building.

"Break through!"

The eyes of the spirit martial artists around were shining: "In so many years, he is the first one to break through Mengdu."

"Although Meng didn't open the formation to fight against the enemy, he used two secret methods, and Jiang Changkong, not only was not injured, but went a step further."

The warriors discussed and looked at Jiang Changkong with a hint of admiration.

If the fight with Ou Wencheng and others before was just a small fight at the low level of Lingwu, then now that he has entered Mengdu, Jiang Changkong has officially stepped into the high level of Lingwu.

In the Spirit Martial Realm, he can be counted as a master among the masters, second only to fighters at the ninth level of Spirit Martial Arts.

Without hesitation, Jiang Changkong turned into a streamer and entered the Mengdu Building.

"Yu Shuanghua has already escaped from the secret path and headed for the tomb of thousands of people." A cold shout sounded suddenly.

At this moment, a voice full of hatred came from Mengdu: "Jiang Changkong, the tomb of thousands of people, the place of decisive battle, do you dare to come?"

"Hmph, Yu Shuanghua, you are sure to die!"

Jiang Changkong snorted coldly and went to the tomb of thousands of people.

"Let's go and have a look." The warriors hurriedly followed.

In Mengdu, seven women took the elixir to recover their true energy.

Feng Tianlan asked with concern: "Are the seven sisters alright?"

"It's okay, I just didn't expect that Jiang Changkong's strength is so strong that even Ziwei Jilian can't do anything to him."

A hint of disappointment appeared on the face of the woman in purple.

Her crape myrtle is extremely refined, and in the Lingwu realm, except for the ninth level of Lingwu, she has almost never missed it.

But today, not only failed to severely damage Jiang Changkong, but helped him improve.

"Tian Lan, if you're worried, go to the tomb of thousands of people." The woman in Tsing Yi said, "We're just consuming too much, so it's okay."

"I'll stay with you sisters. As for Jiang Changkong, I'll just inform Ji Hongyue." Feng Tianlan dialed the phone and said with a faint smile.

……

The tomb of thousands of people is not yet night, the sky is already dark, and a layer of rich ink covers the sky.

A woman in white clothes stands in the ink.

The breeze blew through, blowing up a layer of ink, and the hair fluttered lightly.

A sword stood beside the woman, the owner of the sword was no longer there, leaving only the black ink element in the world.

Rumble

The sky vibrates, the thunder rolls, and the infinite thunder is criss-crossed, like thunder dragons, swimming in the ink element.

嗡

A golden light lit up in the sky, the divine aura, the heaven-slashing, invincible aura permeated the void, filling the void.

"Jiang Changkong!"

The woman in the ink and wash, her gaze is fixed, and the ink and wash in the sky is turbulent, as if angry.

The golden light condensed, and Jiang Changkong manifested, surpassing Mo Yuan, staring at the woman: "Are you alone?"

"No." Moyuan flowed from Yu Shuanghua's fingertips, and his expression was a little crazy: "There is also Cangling, we husband and wife, today I will kill you!"

Jiang Changkong said coldly: "Then I can only do good deeds and send you to reunite with him!"

"Ink Sword Formation!"

Yu Shuanghua gave a soft drink, her black hair fluttered, and her majestic true essence poured out, merging into the ink essence.

In an instant, the sword array was activated, and black swords shot up into the sky.

Thousands of swords come out!

"One sword spans the Spring and Autumn Period!"

Yu Shuanghua's long sword, reappearing the sword of Mo Cangling.

The Spring and Autumn scrolls, through the ages, how many heroes have emerged under the sword.

"Compared to Mo Cangling, you are stronger, but still not enough."

Jiang Changkong looked indifferent, and with the power of the three spirit bodies in one palm, he suppressed it.

Yu Shuanghua's strength is at the third level of Lingwu. At this moment, with the black sword array, the general fourth level of Lingwu would not dare to sharpen it.

It's just that Jiang Changkong has already reached the fifth level of spiritual martial arts, so this kind of attack can't even break through his defense.

The palm that covers the sky and the sun is like the Five Fingers Mountain of the Tathagata Buddha, covering the sky and the earth.

All black swords and sword lights were shattered, and the power of their palms was unimpeded, and they were suppressed.

嗡

But seeing the ink yuan boiling, a flash of ink light blocked the palm force.

The palm strength was shaking, and he wanted to press down, but he was in a stalemate with Mo Guang, making it difficult to advance.

"Huh?" A trace of surprise appeared on Jiang Changkong's face. The ink sword array could actually block his casual blow.

Yu Shuanghua followed the dragon and snake with his sword, his figure moved back and forth in the ink yuan, and sword qi shot up into the sky.

"Today is your day of death!"

Yu Shuanghua gave a cold shout, the sky shook with thunder, and blue thunder shot into Mo Yuan one after another.

For a moment, thunder and lightning danced wildly, and the wind howled.

Yu Shuanghua's momentum soared, she took the potion to improve her strength, and instantly stepped into the fourth level of Lingwu!

Chapter 192 : If there is an afterlife, remember to stay away from me!

"kill!"

The cold killing sound, the power of thunder and lightning attached to the sword qi, and the Mo Yuan sword qi immediately exuded a destructive aura.

Mo Guang also had the power of thunder, breaking through the previous palm force in an instant.

"Heaven and Earth Great Sword!"

Yu Shuanghua's black hair danced wildly, above the ink sword, thunder gathered, and there was a trace of sacred aura.

The destruction of Thunder, combined with this sacred aura, coexisted extremely.

Jiang Changkong looked indifferent: "This kind of power is useless!"