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After Jiang Tong finished speaking, Staff Officer Qin almost burst out laughing, making himself worry for nothing.

He gave Jiang Tong a hard look, and his eyes became more gentle.

Anger flashed in the man's eyes.

When will the Sorcerer God Sect be used to ridicule by a small Chinese martial arts expert?

"Have you thought about it clearly, Your Excellency, this time we are here, and next time it may be the No.12 motorized brigade, the most elite of Wu Kingdom."

The man's awe of Jiang Tong disappeared slowly, his body was agitated, his robes were fluttering, and there were ghosts howling.

The five people around him also raised their cultivation bases, or they secretly activated the magic weapon of witchcraft.

Six Dao of Transformation powerhouses.

In front of such a camp, even martial arts masters have to walk around.

Jiang Tong sneered and said:
"If I want something, I will go to the main altar of the Witch God Cult to get it by myself, so why send it to me?"

The man looks at his companion.

Either do nothing.

Once he did it, he would have to leave this young real man in the territory of Wu Kingdom.

Otherwise, it would be a catastrophe for the entire Wu Kingdom and the Wu God Sect if Jiang Tong cultivated to become a god in a few decades.

"Go!"

Following the man's order, the five people around him all stepped out.

Suddenly.

Where Jiang Tong was, there was a strong wind and ghosts.Within dozens of meters around him, it was like hell, and there were countless poisonous insects and beasts in the black mist.

Ordinary warriors, as long as they are contaminated by the black mist, their flesh and blood will be corroded, and their cultivation will be robbed.

I saw black mist covering the sky and covering the sun, rolling in like black clouds over the city.

Jiang Tong stood where he was, letting the black mist envelop him, making a 'chi chi' sound, like a fire cooking oil.

Soon the man's eyes became serious.

In the black mist, Jiang Tong's muscles, bones, and flesh glowed faintly, almost reaching what the Taoists call icy muscles and jade bones.

The black fog enough to corrode Huajin Grandmaster and melt steel did not leave a trace on Jiang Tong's body.

The man said solemnly:
"The news is indeed correct. Your Excellency's physical body has reached a peak."

Ordinary incantations have long been useless to Jiang Tong.

With icy muscles and jade bones, this level of body cultivation is a bodhisattva in Buddhism, and a master in Taoism.

This is also the biggest change in the physical body when the cultivation base becomes the god of transformation.

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As long as one enters the realm of transforming spirits, not only will the mana in the body increase dramatically, but also the flesh, spirit, and muscles will be improved.

Jiang Tong remembered what his teacher had said.

Cultivation in the world is not about controlling transcendent power, but an evolutionary journey from ordinary life to a higher level.

Ice muscles and jade bones are the signs of transforming gods.

Just based on the cognition of these witches and cats and dogs, how can they see this?

The man felt bitter.

How can I fight like this, I can't even break through the opponent's defense, and they are invincible from the very beginning.

On the contrary, they were all cautious, watching Jiang Tong all the time.

As a magician.

They knew better than anyone else what would happen if a martial arts master approached him?
"Everyone, don't keep your hands." The man said anxiously: "If you don't use the trick of pressing the bottom of the box, we will not be able to leave today."

Immediately, someone held a copper bell and shook it crazily, and the black mist multiplied several times.

Xu Lai held Staff Officer Qin between his arms, stepped back hundreds of meters away, and watched from a distance.

Looking at the black mist covering the world, Xu Lai knew that if he and Staff Officer Qin touched it, they would be melted into a puddle of corpses in an instant.

The surrounding flowers, plants and trees, even the ground under their feet, have been eroded into large black marks.

Intertwined spells all over the sky, smashing towards Jiang Tong mightily.

To the surprise of men.

The pinnacle blow that everyone made with their joint efforts fell through.The place where Jiang Tong was originally was empty.

"Not good! Go back!"

The man's mind was agitated, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly reminded one of them.

In fact, the man's hairs were already standing on end.

Before the man could speak, he backed away frantically, and Jiang Tong slowly appeared from where he was standing just now.

"That's right, it's stronger than the cats and dogs I killed before."

Jiang Tong smiled slightly, like a game.

When the last word 'literacy' fell from his mouth, his body changed shape and appeared in front of that person like a ghost.

"do not want!"

The man yelled in despair.

In his shrunken eyes, a pure white fist was reflected.

Jiang Tong didn't even use a trace of magic power, just pushed out with his body.

In a hurry, the man immediately activated three or four body-protecting instruments on his body, which condensed into a light mask at about ten feet around his body.

Like a silkworm cocoon, it surrounded this person layer by layer.

These instruments are to prevent warriors from getting close.

Sorcerers are too fragile, their physical bodies are no different from ordinary people.

After being approached by a warrior, the incantations relied on will lose their effect.

Under the man's desperate gaze, Jiang Tong tore through the mask with his fist, destroying everything along the way, and finally crashed into him.

Everyone looked up.

His companion's chest was sunken, and his body was completely shattered. The fierce and indestructible fist light tore a big wound on the back of this person.

"I've always overestimated you!"

Jiang Tong shook his head lightly.

The man's face was full of anger, and before he touched his companion, Jiang Tong killed one of them.

I have done my best here, but Jiang Tong, on the other hand, doesn't even mess up a piece of clothing.

"Why is this kid so strong?"

The man stared blankly, unable to believe it.

The six Hua Dao join forces, even if ordinary martial arts masters can persevere, they will already panic.

How could he be like Jiang Tong, killing Hua Dao like chickens and dogs, without any effort.

Jiang Tong snorted coldly:

"How can you guess my ability?"

The man hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, if you really want to be an enemy of our Witch God Sect, if the little Witch God comes here, you will never come back."

Jiang Tong said lightly:

"Once I have cooked these few trash fish of yours, I will naturally kill all the way to the main altar of the Sorcerer Sect and crush that little Sorcerer God."

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Jiang Tong slashed out with one finger.

The black mist in the sky was completely separated by a white horse of Zhang Xu. Many ghosts and gods hidden in the black mist, if they were covered by the white horse, they would be shattered inch by inch.

In the end, the white horse split the woods behind him, and three or four big trees split from it and fell to the ground.

Jiang Tong's strength is beyond the man's imagination, subverting his cognition of martial arts.

"What cards do you have, quickly take them out, or within 3 minutes, I will be able to kill you."

Jiang Tong didn't kill these people immediately.

Instead, I want to see, what tricks does the Sorcerer Sect have when they fall to the ground?
The man gritted his teeth.

As if he had made some decision, a hint of distress flashed in his eyes, and a soul-calling coil suddenly appeared in his palm.

This magic weapon just came out, and everything around it seemed to freeze at this moment.

Even Jiang Tong felt some pain.

There was a light sigh in his mouth: "I didn't expect that your Witch God Cult would actually know these third-rate things."

The so-called call for souls.

Using the soul as a guide, it specializes in accepting evil spirits and hungry ghosts. The more ghosts there are, the more terrifying the power of the soul-calling pan will be.

"Little real man, you should be honored to die under the spirit summoning pan bestowed by the little witch god in your early stage of Hejin!"

The man shook the soul-calling pan in his hand, and a strong wind blew up.

Shake again, all ghosts will come out of the cage.

When the man laughed, as if he felt something, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze suddenly.

Jiang Tong smiled slightly:
"Who told you that I'm in the early stage of Hejin?"