Wonderful Immortal Doctor

Lord Musashi is dead?

This time, not only Huo Heli was frightened, but even Miyamoto Yasuchika and the man in samurai clothes were looking at the scene in front of them with horror.

Lord Musashi, who had protected the Miyamoto family for hundreds of years and was once a powerful god-level figure in Japan, died just like that?

In the shrine, even if Miyamoto Yasuchika and the man in samurai clothes, these two people at the pinnacle of martial arts, joined forces, they would never be able to destroy Lord Musashi.

But such a person, who is considered a top-level god-demon-level existence in Japanese martial arts and even in ghosts and gods, just disappeared like that?

"The sword energy is extremely strong and masculine, and its speed exceeds the speed of sound. The masculine energy restrains the power of ghosts and gods! This kind of martial arts deserves to be the best in the world!"

The man in samurai uniform gripped his sword tightly, a look of awe in his eyes.

He had also heard the rumors from the other side, about the battle between the Great Xia Zhenbei God of War and the warrior Chen Wanli.

Chen Wanli once used martial arts that exceeded the speed of sound, but they didn't completely believe it.

Because there is a limit to what the physical body can bear, the body of a grandmaster cannot withstand the pressure generated at such a speed.

But now, he saw it with his own eyes.

And that extremely yang energy obviously has a strong restraining effect on the power of ghosts and gods.

He didn't know that the extremely yang energy was the power of Chen Wanli's fake Dandan fire, but he felt a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"No, it's impossible. Master Musashi is in the shrine, his consciousness is indestructible, his soul is immortal!"

Miyamoto Yasuchika's eyes were bloodshot, and he just muttered something when Miyamoto Musashi's body, which had been disintegrating, suddenly froze in the air.

I saw the head that was split into two parts gather together again under the cover of countless black mists.

The black mist formed a black whirlwind under Miyamoto Musashi's head. It gradually condensed and reappeared in the shape of a body driving away its limbs.

However, within just a few breaths, Miyamoto Musashi actually condensed a new body, which looked no different from before, and even regained its five-meter giant size.

The joy on Miyamoto Yukisa's face froze in an instant.

Huo Heli, Miyamoto Yasuchika and others suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, with happy expressions on their faces.

"The Taoist body of the Destiny is indeed powerful. A high god once said that the Destiny was passed down by the gods and trained in the secret arts of ancient Taoism. It is very different from the innate body of later warriors.

I saw it today, and it is true. It is a terrifying body, worthy of being the embryo of an immortal body."

An old monster like Miyamoto Musashi knows a lot about the Chosen Ones. After all, he has lived long enough, and in order to break through the realm of gods, he has collected various information from many sources. The Chosen Ones are unavoidable in this process.

At this moment, he shook his head, and greed was overflowing in his tone.

"But so what? In the shrine, I am an immortal being. You are powerful, but with such huge consumption, how many times can you perform such a sword technique?"

Miyamoto Musashi sneered. No matter how powerful a warrior is, he does not have unlimited energy. No matter how powerful a real person is, he does not have boundless magic power.

Not only him, but everyone present had this thought in their hearts.

No matter how powerful Chen Wanli is, how many times can he use all kinds of fighting techniques like he did just now?

Miyamoto Xuesha couldn't help but whisper to Tang Lingyu: "Is he really immortal?"

Tang Lingyu's face was solemn. The shrine was located in a huge formation, which should cover the entire Tianmei Mountain.

The power of the formation stores the wishes of the believers of the shrine for thousands of years. Simply destroying the shrine will not affect the operation of the formation.

Perhaps only by finding the center of the formation and completely destroying it can Miyamoto Musashi be killed?

She didn't know whether Chen Wanli understood the clues.

"Everyone, come together. I want to see how much power he can use!"

Miyamoto Musashi gave a loud order, and wide and narrow double blades appeared in his hands again. The two blades intertwined and black flames spread.

As the words fell, figures began to move among the ruins of the shrine.

The man in samurai costume clenched the sword in his hand, staring at Chen Wanli, looking for an opportunity to fight.

Miyamoto Yasuchika's eyes were fixed on Tang Lingyu. Perhaps in his opinion, grasping Chen Wanli's "weakness" was a good idea.

A hint of coldness flashed across Chen Wanli's eyes.

Miyamoto Musashi wanted to use human lives to consume his strength before fighting him.

It fits his stereotype of the Japanese as perverts!

In that case, he doesn't mind killing people.

Miyamoto Musashi, although he is the ancestor of the Miyamoto family, is not the god or demon of the Miyamoto family. He became a great ghost god and sat in charge of a shrine. He has many worshippers, and the Miyamoto family is just one of them.

At this time, countless samurai swordsmen were surging inside and outside the shrine.

At this time, dozens of swordsmen holding samurai swords rushed towards Chen Wanli from all directions.

Each of them has a ferocious face and agile body. They are all well-trained and their strength is comparable to that of warriors in the middle to upper stage of internal strength. Some of them are even leaders and some are half-step masters.

There are dozens or hundreds of such forces, and even martial arts families like the Cang family and the Tang clan may not be able to produce them.

They gathered so many top-level samurai, it can be said that all the high-level samurai in Nagoya, or even most of the high-level samurai in Japan, were gathered together.

"kill!"

With a loud roar, seven or eight warriors jumped up from different directions, with swords flashing in the air, and slashed towards Chen Wanli.

There were also dozens of warriors under his feet, slashing at him with samurai swords in their hands at various angles.

For a moment, the flashes of swords in the air were as fast as lightning, dazzling people.

Although they are not as good as the Grandmaster in terms of individual capabilities, the combined strength of such coalition operations should not be underestimated.

But Chen Wanli was so ferocious that he could fight his way out even when surrounded by masters, let alone the scene before him.

He just swung the long sword in his hand, and a surging sword energy shot out, cutting the warrior who was rushing in the front in half.

"Yu!"

Following a command.

Suddenly, more than twenty warriors drew their swords at the same time, with the same movements and the blades pointing in the same direction - the sword energy slashed by Chen Wanli.

The blades all hit Chen Wanli's sword energy.

It makes a sound like metal colliding.

Suddenly, the samurai swords in their hands curled and broke, and they themselves fell to the ground as if they were hit by a truck, spitting blood from their mouths.

But almost all of the sword energy that Chen Wanli chopped out was dispersed.

Chen Wanli also discovered the power of this combined attack technique, which was quite similar to some military formations of the Great Xia Army. They could work together to resist strong opponents and exert a strength beyond their own.

But he didn't take it too seriously, after all, it was just a casual knife.

He simply turned the blade around again, and this time, he threw the blade itself out.

I saw the blade carrying blue and white sword energy, emitting a dazzling light in the air.

This time, they again sent out dozens of warriors and launched another combined attack, but the moment they touched the Qi, all of them were cut in half.

Blood, body parts and flesh were flying everywhere. More than 20 internal force warriors were killed by Chen Wanli with just one sword.

The blade's power did not diminish at all, it was still spinning in the air like the scythe of the god of death, killing whoever it touched.

The entire shrine was suddenly shrouded in blood and killing.

The melee made Chen Wanli like a lone soldier, with countless enemies in front of him and Miyamoto Musashi who was secretly watching from behind and trying to launch a thundering attack.