The female president's personal crazy son-in-law

The little witch god who was supposed to die suddenly opened his eyes.

The frozen fear in the eyes was gone, replaced by a pair of ruthless and indifferent eyes like gods.

His body slowly flew into the air, and the bloody hole in his chest pierced by Jiang Tong healed at this moment.

As if reborn, like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, a breath that shook the sky skyrocketed.

Compared with just now, it is ten times or twenty times stronger, and the mental power of the ocean is like an ocean, covering a radius of a kilometer in an instant.

Jiang Tong stood calmly on the spot with his hands behind his back, watching the changes in the little witch god with cold eyes.

In the induction, the soaring aura in the little witch god's body instantly broke through the peak of strength, and walked towards another brand new world.

"wrong!"

Jiang Tong shook his head.

This is not the aura that a Martial God should have. Compared with the real Martial God, the little Witch God's aura is more incomplete and primitive...

To be precise, the little witch god is not a breakthrough god.

It's about opening the gate of heaven suddenly between life and death, taking a small step forward, which can only be regarded as a half step to transform into a god.

To put it bluntly, he is a fake god.

There is still a gap in the distance from the power of transforming gods.

A few minutes later, the little witch god looked down with neither joy nor sorrow, and stared at Jiang Tong indifferently.

"I feel like I have touched an unprecedented palace. You can't even imagine how powerful I am at the moment. It seems that the whole world is under my feet."

The little witch god, who looked embarrassed, opened his hands and embraced the void, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

He had an illusion that one punch could smash the hundred-story Witch God Tower, and one finger could crush Jiang Tong to death.

These are all illusions brought about by the power surge.

Although the little witch god is only a half-baked fake God of Transformation, he also took the last half step, completed the sharp change of He Jin to God of Transformation, and touched that realm.

Jiang Tong sneered and remained silent.

The little witch god has never felt the power controlled by Huashen, when he sensed such power, he naturally thought it was Huashen.

I don't know.

In front of the real Martial Dao Transformation God, the little witch god is still vulnerable like an ant.

"Mr. Jiang, in order to thank you for letting me take the last step, I can give you a decent way to die."

The little witch god said, raised his finger, and pressed it down on Jiang Tong's head.

Suddenly.

It's like the power of this world is exerted on Jiang Tong, with boundless power, rushing forward mightily.

Jiang Tong hummed softly.

With a punch, it slammed into the finger of the little witch god. With a shocking explosion, a huge white cloud ring spread out around Jiang Tong and the little witch god.

"It's just a half-bottle dangling fake god, even if the martial arts god stands in front of me, I can kill it."

talking.

Jiang Tong retracted his fist and stood up.

He said lightly: "Forget it, let me show you what real power is!"

A word falls.

Jiang Tong slapped his waist suddenly, and shouted loudly: "Sword up!"

He saw a small sword tied around his waist soaring into the sky, rising against the wind, and suddenly became three feet long, as if it wanted to cut through the sky.

The moment the little witch god saw the flying sword soaring into the air, his face showed salivation.

"Is this the Flying Sword of Yang Jinglan, Master Yujian's natal sword?"

He actually reached out and grabbed the flying sword of 'Shen Yin'.

Jiang Tong sneered: "I don't know how to live or die!"

When the little witch god shook Shenyin with his bare hands, he saw that the light on Shenyin was shining brightly, emitting a dazzling light like a big sun.

The sword energy spanned thousands of meters.

The little witch god withdrew his hand like an electric shock, spilling a large rain of blood, and his entire hand was almost cut off by Shenyin.

"hiss!"

The little witch god took a deep breath.

The look in his eyes became more and more fiery, and he secretly decided in his heart that after Jiang Tong was beheaded, he would immediately take this flying sword as his own.

Jiang Tong shook his head lightly:

"Yang Jinglan broke through to transform into a god a thousand years ago, reaching an unprecedented level. How dare he challenge his natal flying sword with just half a step of transforming into a god?"

Even if the owner of this flying sword is dead and has been sealed for thousands of years, it is not just a cat or a dog that can offend it.

Jiang Tong's divine sense unfolded, and within a thousand meters, he manipulated the flying sword of Shenyin, like a peerless swordsman, astonishing the world.

In front of Shenyin, the little witch god, who was half-step into a god, was forced to dodge and back away.

With just a few snaps of his fingers, countless holes were torn apart by the monstrous sword energy, and the blood flowed profusely, which couldn't be stopped at all.

Every time the little witch god tried to heal the wounds, he found that there seemed to be some kind of powerful power contained in these wounds, which lingered for a long time.

"Damn!"

The little witch yelled in anger, and simply flew into the air, rose off the ground, and controlled the surrounding world to resist the flying sword.

Looking at the distraught little witch god, Jiang Tong showed a trace of regret on his face.

If he could refine this flying sword, he would be able to kill the little witch god in an instant.

Why do you have to work so hard?
'puff! '

A string of blood spilled in the air, and the little witch god couldn't dodge in time, and Shenyin chopped off his left hand.

Even if he stepped into the half-step to transform into a god, under the natal flying sword of Master Yujian, he would still be ashamed, and he would be injured if he rubbed it, and he would die if he touched it.

Although the little witch god is a half-step god, but he has just stepped into this level of cultivation, and he can't control such power at all.

Under the divine sense, there is nothing to hide.

The little witch god found out in horror, how to hide, how to avoid.The flying sword controlled by Jiang Tong can always be one step ahead and perfectly predict his position.

"This is impossible!"

"I have stepped into Huashen, I will not lose, let alone die!"

The little witch god looked in disbelief. In front of Jiang Tong, there was no difference whether it was before or after he was promoted to Huashen.

They were all hanged and beaten by Jiang Tong at will.

Jiang Tong shook his head:

"Shenhua is not immortal. As I said, you rely too much on the power of heaven and earth. No matter how good these things are, they are still not yours."

"What's more, your current cultivation level is still a long way from becoming a god."

The little witch god's eyes were dull, and there was no trace of complacency on his face.

It was only after stepping into half-step transformation that he realized that it was too different from what he had imagined.

Even if it is a half-step to transform into a god, what should be deflated will be deflated, and what should be injured will be injured.

Only at that moment did he understand that the world's pursuit of Huashen is too high.

"You... who are you?"

The little witch god stopped and landed in front of Jiang Tong.

Every step he took would leave large bloodstains on the film, and he suffered severe injuries not long after he was promoted.

It's hard to say that half a step of cultivating the gods will fall within the combined energy.

"No! Impossible!"

The little witch god is emotional, his eyes are crazy, and the martial arts god is standing on the top of the world, and he should be invincible in the world.

Jiang Tong shook his head:
"Is there anything impossible? Martial arts transforming into gods is not the end of martial arts."

The little witch god exclaimed: "What?"

He suddenly fell silent.

Looking at Jiang Tong, he asked: "Since Huashen is not the pinnacle of martial arts, what kind of cultivation is considered?"

The little witch god looked at Jiang Tong questioningly, and even thought that Jiang Tong was deceiving himself.

Jiang Tong shook his head:

"I do not know."

"But I've heard others say that above the gods, one can be called the ancestor of immortals, and it's the realm of earth immortals."

"If I'm not mistaken, Master Yujian Yang Jinglan stepped into the fairyland thousands of years ago!"

The little witch god had a thoughtful look on his face.

Finally, he laughed and looked at Jiang Tong: "Do you know why I chose the Wushen Tower as the place where I made an appointment with you?"

Jiang Tong was taken aback!