Wonderful Immortal Doctor

Everyone present was stunned.

I can’t believe that the person who was beaten like a dead dog could be the demon-like Lord Musashi!

"This..." Huo Heli was once again shocked by Chen Wanli's wrist, and his heart was filled with fear. Can't even Lord Musashi defeat him?

As for the man in samurai uniform, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

He originally possessed sword skills that were not inferior to Gao Yuanjun, and was also one of the people standing at the top of martial arts.

Facing a ghost like Miyamoto Musashi who had lived in the world for hundreds of years, he was completely powerless to fight back.

You have to know that even if we put aside the powers of ghosts and gods, Miyamoto Musashi was a supreme powerful being in the realm of gods during his lifetime.

Whether it is combat strength, experience, or depth of knowledge in martial arts, it is beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.

There are no more supreme gods in Japan today!

Even in a country like Da Xia where martial arts is flourishing, there has never been any news of a supreme god coming to the world.

So even if he was a weakened Supreme God, he was still a Supreme. How could he be defeated by Chen Wanli?

Is Chen Wanli really half a step beyond the ordinary?

Miyamoto Yasuchika looked gloomy, as if he had not expected Chen Wanli to be so powerful. He said in a deep voice:

"Don't panic. In the shrine, Lord Musashi is invincible. He is invincible and can neither die nor be injured. No one can challenge him!"

That was what he said, but his eyelids twitched slightly, and it was obvious that he was feeling uneasy. From their point of view, if Lord Musashi could not win completely and crush Chen Wanli to death like a stink bug, then he would have already lost!

After all, Lord Musashi cannot leave the shrine. Once Chen Wanli escapes, the consequences will be unimaginable!

Tang Lingyu heaved a sigh of relief and secretly evaluated that Miyamoto Musashi definitely did not have the strength of a god now, and he did not even have a physical body, so he might not be able to exert his full extraordinary strength.

However, this shrine has added a lot of power to him, making it really hard to deal with him.

"I don't need your help, just plunder the formation!"

Chen Wanli saw that she was eager to try and smiled faintly.

Although he also knew that what happened just now was just a test between the two sides and no one was serious.

However, unless one reaches the stage of transformation into a spirit, no one can keep their original spirit in the void without it decaying.

So just as he had initially judged, Miyamoto Musashi had been transformed into a ghost for hundreds of years, and not only did he lose the strength of a god, but even his soul, which was condensed by the power of faith, only had extraordinary strength in mental power.

For ordinary warriors, each of his moves carries a mental attack, and when masters fight, the situation changes rapidly.

This kind of interference of mental power will bring about a crushing advantage. It can be said that even those whose spiritual power is not as extraordinary as his cannot avoid this kind of interference, let alone ordinary grandmasters whose spiritual power is weak and cannot mobilize spiritual power, so they can only be beaten.

But Chen Wanli is an exception among them. Although he has not yet reached the level of transcendence, he already has spiritual awareness and spiritual power comparable to that of transcendence, and is not affected by it at all.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi stood up from the bronze bell, his face full of anger, and he let out angry roars:

"Bug, damn bug! I will put you in the soul refining furnace of the shrine and let you suffer the pain of being cleansed by the fire of the earth!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward. Endless black fog began to gather towards him in the sky above the shrine. His figure suddenly swelled in size, as if he was a solid body made of spirit and soul that could transform infinitely.

The originally sharp figure of the old man was wrapped in black fog and suddenly grew larger, from the height of an ordinary person to a three-meter giant in the blink of an eye.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, with every step he took forward, his body grew larger. Not only his height, but also the muscles all over his body were growing rapidly.

Soon, the old man was no longer there, and all that remained was a five-meter-tall giant covered in black flames.

His arms were taller and stronger than an adult man. In his left and right hands, he held a wide and narrow knife that was transformed by the power of his soul. Thick black flames were also coming out of the blades.

In the black fog, his face was distorted and hideous, like a green-faced and fanged evil ghost, not resembling a human at all.

This is Miyamoto Musashi's true body today. His soul has been polluted by the filth in the power of incense and vows, and has long begun to expand uncontrollably. When the seven desires erupt, he is completely unable to maintain a normal human form.

But it's the evil ghost-like monster in front of him.

The two broad and narrow swords in Miyamoto Musashi's hands collided, making a sound like metal clashing, and black flames rose. He no longer made any sound, but directly transmitted his mental power to everyone's minds:

"Do you really think you can challenge me? Now, this is my true strength! The power of ghosts and gods is endless. I created two swords that are first-rate. Today, I will let you see how invincible the martial arts created by the gods in this world are!"

Among the people present, only Tang Lingyu and Chen Wanli were not affected.

Miyamoto Yasuchika and the man in samurai uniform both had a look of unnaturalness on their faces.

Huo Heli and Miyamoto Yukisa felt their heads hurt as if they were hit by a sledgehammer. The sound like a ghost roaring in their heads made them very nervous.

Chen Wanli smiled faintly: "A tiny country, even if it has reached the divine realm, is still a frog in the well. Falling into the divine realm, it still boasts of its majesty, which is even more ridiculous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a three-foot-long broad-backed sword suddenly appeared in Chen Wanli's hand.

As the sword came out, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes were filled with black flames: "You actually found the Ancient Red Blood Sword! It is said that this is the signature weapon of the ancient mighty power in Middle-earth, the Ancient God!"

This knife was the one that Tang Lingyu got from Yang Wanru at the underground trade fair. Tang Lingyu had also seen it before, but he had no idea it had such a provenance.

Chen Wanli rarely used weapons, so he just raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Aren't you going to compete in martial arts? I'm taking out this sword today to let you know that the divine martial arts that you are so proud of are nothing in front of me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Wanli suddenly jumped up, and his long sword fell from the sky like a god splitting a mountain.

The sword light cut through the sky, Miyamoto Musashi immediately swung his sword, using the broad sword to hold up the long sword. The power of ghosts and gods is endless, which is indeed not an empty talk. With Chen Wanli's current strength, a full-strength sword is enough to split mountains and crack rocks.

But Miyamoto Musashi blocked the knife and the narrow blade in his left hand slashed towards Chen Wanli's abdomen in a strange arc.

The black fog became thicker and thicker, completely enveloping the two of them.

Every time the red sword penetrated the black fog, it was like a raging fire of true yang burning the evil spirit. Along with Miyamoto Musashi's miserable howls, the black fog was like water encountering true fire, constantly being burned dry, and disappearing in bursts of mist.

In the eyes of everyone, the black fog, carrying an endless stream of evil energy, rushed towards Chen Wanli, just like thousands of evil spirits rushing towards Chen Wanli.

The long sword in Chen Wanli's hand seemed like the most powerful weapon to restrain evil spirits.

Every time Miyamoto Musashi's arrogance failed to be suppressed, more black fog would surge out from all around the shrine in the next second and expand it again.

"I've already said it before, I am indestructible and unharmed in the shrine, what can you use to hurt me?"

Miyamoto Musashi let out a sinister laugh, and the two wide and narrow swords in his hands slashed through the sky one after the other. The sky above the entire shrine was shrouded in thick black flames.

It was as if the sky changed color, and dark clouds covered the sky and pressed down from above.

His wide and narrow swords were both formed from Yin Sha Qi and the power of the soul. The power and oppression induced by these two swords were even several times stronger than ten thousand tons of river water falling from the sky!

Everyone present was shocked, and Miyamoto Yukisa and Kakashi even vomited blood under such oppression.

Even Miyamoto Yasuchika and the man in samurai uniform turned pale and broke out in cold sweat.

Tang Lingyu looked up and saw that Miyamoto Musashi was even more arrogant with the help of the black fog. His five-meter-long body looked like a troll performing the magic skill of supporting the sky.

Compared with this, Chen Wanli's figure was so weak and helpless!

"True Fire Falling Sky Sword, slashing through heaven and earth!"

Chen Wanli shouted loudly and swung his long sword across the air. A long red sword energy and the blade cut across Miyamoto Musashi's waist.