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The little witch god's gloomy eyes suddenly burst into light.

He said quietly:

"My family teacher was the best in South Asia 300 years ago, and was invincible in the world. I think back then, how amazing the great witch god of South Asia was."

"Even if it's been a hundred years after death, the name of the Great Witch God will still be famous through the ages, and will last forever."

Jiang Tong was not in a hurry, and simply listened to him with his hands behind his back.

I want to see, apart from the power of half-step transformation into a god, what other tricks does the little witch god have.

As an old immortal who has lived for hundreds of years, he has been running rampant in South Asia for two centuries without any taboos.

Jiang Tong wouldn't believe it if he said that he didn't point any hole cards.

The little witch god continued:
"In the year when my teacher was cast down, I was just 16 years old. I built a pagoda, set up a shrine, and made statues of gods. Over the past century, I have recruited believers and offered incense."

"I can feel that even though the teacher died, a trace of his soul still remains in the statue."

Jiang Tong already understood what the little witch god was going to do.

There is a reason why the little Witch God chose the Witch God Tower as the location of the decisive battle.

next moment.

The little witch god drew back all his breath, and raised his head to look at Jiang Tong: "I didn't expect that the one who forced this trick in the end would be such a young and powerful man from Huaguo."

He heaved a long sigh.

His expression was a bit sad, even if he took half a step to transform into a god, he was no match for the young man in front of him.

"I don't know what kind of atmosphere it will be like to teach a peerless powerhouse like Mr. Jiang?"

The words fall.

The little witch god's eyes were wide open, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he stomped his foot down.

He drank lightly in his mouth:
"Borrow the teacher for 300 years to cultivate!"

Boom!

The entire [-]-storey Wushen Pagoda was shaken at this moment, and divine lights shot up into the sky, making the whole world lose its color.

Under the shadow of spiritual thoughts, Jiang Tong saw a statue of several tens of feet enshrined in the Wushen Pagoda with his own eyes, as if he had come to life.

A breath of Great Perfection, Great Supreme, and Great Freedom shot out from the statue.

The little witch god couldn't bear such a vast cultivation base, the blood vessels all over his body burst, and the blood all over his body was steaming.

The whole person is like a ghost like a god, except for a pair of eyes that are getting brighter and brighter, like two little suns, hanging high in the eyes.

The breath that was originally incomplete, dissatisfied, and chaotic has suddenly improved.In the end, he broke through the half-step transformation into a god and stepped into the real realm of martial arts transformation into a god.

There was a trace of the original expression on the face of the little witch god.

Maybe he also thought that the power he controlled just now is like an ant, vulnerable to a real martial arts transformation god.

"Is this the power to transform into a god?"

"I feel infinitely stronger than before!"

The little witch god said lightly.

Jiang Tong's face was infinitely dignified, and he looked up at the little witch god who was lingering in the sky, and a large piece of iron chains shone brightly in the treasure inside his body.

But soon, Jiang Tong figured out that the little witch god can only use this kind of power of transforming gods once.

This is also his last hole card.

If Jiang Tong could not be killed, the little witch god would not be far from death when his power erupted.

Jiang Tong slowly raised his hand and shook it against the void.

Open your mouth gently:
"Sword come!"

As the two words fell, there was a sound of 'dang', and everyone heard the sound of a long sword being unsheathed.

It's like a peerless swordsman pulling out his sword.

Shenyin turned into a frightened glow and landed in Jiang Tong's hands. When the two were combined, they seemed to merge into one, and even the surrounding area was silent.

Jiang Tong raised Shenyin, his eyes were bright, and he said calmly: "This sword can cut and transform gods!"

The little witch god didn't care, his whole body was shrouded in dazzling light, and then with the power of heaven and earth, he rushed towards Jiang Tong.

……

Below the Tower of the Witch God.

Everyone witnessed a big sun slowly rising from the top of the Witch God Tower.

This scene can be seen by ordinary people ten miles away.At this moment, they even had the illusion that two days were in the same sky.

"Look, a sun has risen in the sky?"

Someone pointed in the direction of the Witch God Tower, and many people sensed something was wrong and looked up.

Those who witnessed this scene were all dumbfounded, thinking that Wu Guo was experimenting with some new type of weapon.

"What's going on, is it some kind of astronomical wonder?"

Many tourists raised their cameras one after another, took pictures of this rare scene, and posted them on various forums.

"My God, this is definitely not the sun, what the hell is it?"

The foreigner trembled and looked in horror.

To say that the one who was most excited was the Cyclops Dragon King. At this moment, his vertical eyes between his brows had split open, and under the sun-like light above the Witch God Tower, there was a trace of blood spilling out.

But he didn't know it. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground excitedly, crying loudly.

"Congratulations to foster father for ascending to God today!"

From the tightly closed eyes, two lines of muddy tears flowed out, like madness.

The rest of the people all looked terrified.

The warriors of the Hua Kingdom who watched the battle were all pale, if the little witch god took the last half step and stepped into the martial arts to transform into a god.

I'm afraid that the situation where the Great Witch God dominated the Eastern Martial World will happen again.

At that time, in the next 50 years, even the Huaguo Wujie will be trampled down by the Little Witch God.

Xu Lai's heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

He never dreamed that the little witch god would step into the transformation god at this time.

Facing a current Huashen, no matter how supernatural power Jiang Tong held in his hand, he could only be crushed and killed.

Although there is only one step between Hejin and Huashen, the gap between the two is like a mortal and a god.

Under the transformation of the gods, he became an ant.

This sentence is not as simple as saying it.

Even Staff Officer Qin, who knew Jiang Tong's identity well, lost all confidence.

No matter who Jiang Tong faced before, he only cultivated together, so naturally he couldn't make any waves in front of a Huashen.

It's different now.

The little witch god took the last half step to be promoted to the god of martial arts and climbed to the top of the world.

It means that everyone's identities and cultivation bases are equal, and naturally there is no situation where anyone crushes anyone.

Under the same method, Jiang Tong might be at risk of perishing even if he didn't say well.

Lost a Huashen!
Even Huaguo cannot afford such a price.

Next, I saw the light of the great sun on the top of the Wushen Tower, slamming into the Wushen Tower.

Staff Officer Qin's body was on the verge of falling, his hands were tightly covering his small mouth, and he was holding his breath.

The moment the sun hit the Witch God Tower.

Many people heard a calm voice: "The Five Elements Sword Sutra!"

With the faint four words falling.

Everyone felt as if the world had solidified at this moment, the wind blowing from the sky, the swaying trees, time and space all stopped.

Innumerable to the center of gaze convergence.

A beam of sword energy that was several times brighter than the little witch god, with a length of more than ten feet, directly separated the sun-like light from it, and then shot it into Tianxin.

Face the sword head on.

Everyone subconsciously compared their eyes, even their vision was burned.

This sword seemed to be slashed by an immortal. When the sword was slashed towards the sky, the surrounding world returned to its original state.

The Shaman God Tower, which was originally broken on the upper floors, collapsed suddenly, and all the dozens of floors above collapsed.

The scene was full of dust and smoke, and no one could see clearly what was going on inside.

'Ahem! '

In the dead Wushen Pagoda, there was a light cough.

"This is the voice of the adoptive father!"

The one-eyed Dragon King shouted excitedly.

Jiangbei Xiaoren lost!