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

Comparing Wu Kingdom, Hua Kingdom is gloomy and gloomy. Everyone lowers their heads, as if they don't want to see this kind of ending.

"Little real lost?"

Countless spectators have the same thought at this moment.

Counting the strong men who have been beheaded by Jiangbei's little real person since he became famous, all of them are famous people who sit in one side.

It can be said that many Chinese warriors have witnessed the rise of this young real man.

"Haha, good! Good!"

Even Karguff of the Sanyo Group was laughing at this moment.

The little real person is too powerful!
No one wants to see this kind of genius seed who can get a glimpse of the future and return to Huaguo safely.

Before he was 30 years old, he killed all the powerful people of the Wu Kingdom by himself, even the little Wu God, was forced into a corner by him.

Such a record can be called a myth!

Staff Officer Qin clasped his fingers tightly, and stared intently at the Witch God Tower with his beautiful eyes wide open.

"Hmph, it's an honor for the little real person to die under the hands of the foster father. He will be the first peerless powerhouse that the foster father kills after he stepped into the martial arts and transformed into a god!"

The One-eyed Dragon King snorted coldly, just full of ambition.

The rest of Wu Kingdom's high-level leaders have long been celebrating with each other.

Wu country has a large population base.

In this land of less than 100 million square kilometers, there are nearly [-] million people.

But in front of Huaguo, there are very few.

For hundreds of years, there has only been one great witch god in Wu Kingdom.

The rest of the time, they were trampled underfoot by Huaguo Wujie.

It's different now.

When the little witch god stepped into the legendary realm of transforming into a god through martial arts, one person could make the whole world bow down.

At this level of heaven and man, the number of people can no longer make up.

Everyone has even seen that in the next 50 years, Huaguo Wujie will be trampled down by the Little Witch God.

After hearing the news, many warriors who came from Huaguo to watch the battle felt like mourning.

If the little real person is defeated, it will be a huge loss to Huaguo and to the Wujie.

In the past hundred years, the Huaguo martial arts world has been silent for too long, and no new Huashen has been born.

Even those peerless powerhouses who sit on one side are only at the peak of Hejin, and it is unknown how many years are left before the cultivation of God Transformation.

……

In the ruined Witch God Tower, Jiang Tong's face was like a lake, with a three-foot flying sword in front of him, sinking and floating in the void.

The little witch god on the opposite side had all his energy and blood burned out, and he was aging rapidly from his original middle-aged appearance, with the skin on his face sagging.

Even his hair and teeth are falling out, this appearance is his original appearance.

At this moment, the little witch god looked at Jiang Tong with unprecedentedly shocking eyes.

"Impossible, the gap between Huashen and Hejin is like a natural moat, which cannot be made up."

"I borrowed my family teacher's 300 years of cultivation, and I have clearly stepped into Huashen, why did I still lose to you?"

The little witch god's face was full of shock.

The reason why Wu Dao Huashen was praised as a god, standing on the top of the world, was to influence the direction of a country a hundred years ago.

It is because of such a sharp change that it is equivalent to jumping from an ordinary life level to a high-level life.

Although it can't reach the point of traveling to the North Sea to twilight Cangwu in the legend, moving mountains to fill the sea, and turning rivers and mountains.

But it's not far away.

With such an existence, no matter what He Jin borrows, it is impossible to leapfrog the challenge.

Not to mention defeating a real Transformation God.

It was as if the little witch god's understanding of martial arts and the outlook on life he had established all along were completely subverted by this young man in front of him.

He was so shocked and trembling in his heart.

"unless!"

With the last of his strength, the little witch god raised his head slowly.

A beam of light shot out from the dim eyes, and he looked at Jiang Tong firmly: "You are also a transformation god!"

The sword that Jiang Tong slashed just now, although he borrowed the original flying sword of Yang Jinglan, the Master Yujian thousands of years ago, was ultimately a joint effort.

Jiang Tong's realm itself limited the power of this sword.

Unless this sword is a martial arts deity holding a sword and slashing out.

Just at that moment.

The little witch god clearly felt that when Jiang Tong slashed out the sword, there was a wave of mana in his body that was exactly the same as his.

That is the power of Martial Dao Transformation God!
Jiang Tong looked at the little witch god, and said calmly: "Since you have been promoted to the martial arts witch god, you should see who I am."

The little witch god fell silent.

He seemed to think of something, with an endless wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Since the end of World War II, the gods have turned into gods and retreated from the world, and the warriors have disappeared, and occasionally He Jin appears."

"But Huashen has not been born for too long. In the past hundred years, the only Martial Arts Huashen born in this world is the Lord of Xingzhou!"

As he spoke, the little witch god looked at Jiang Tong, as if seeking proof.

Jiang Tong looked calm and did not answer in silence.

really!

The little witch god raised his head: "Unexpectedly, Jiang Diye, who is so famous and in charge of Xingzhou, is standing in front of me, and I can't see him!"

Jiang Tong sighed and said, "Your talent is higher than all the people I've seen. It's not because of you that you can't step into Huashen."

The little witch god took a deep breath, bowed solemnly, and asked curiously: "Please enlighten me, senior!"

Jiang Tong's eyes became dark, and he looked up at the sky.

The little witch god frowned and said:

"Senior means..."

Jiang Tong nodded: "That's right, the biggest reason why no one is becoming a God of Transformation in the world is that they are imprisoned by this world."

Jiang Tong's teacher had mentioned this matter intentionally or unintentionally.

After Jiang Tong stepped into Huashen, he felt more and more that this world itself was a huge cage.

How many people with extraordinary talents and amazing people through the ages were trapped to death in the end.

Finally stepping into the God of Transformation, everyone is a person with great luck.

There was bitterness in the mouth of the little witch god.

Just as Jiang Tong guessed, after the little witch god's blow, the aura on his body retreated wildly.

In the end, he fell all the way, and even his half-step transformation into a god was completely wiped out by the wind and rain.

He was hurt badly.

The sword that Jiang Tong slashed just now pierced his body directly, leaving an incurable wound on his soul.

"If you were at your peak, you would still live for another ten years after receiving my sword with your cultivation level of Huashen."

Jiang Tong said lightly.

It's a pity that the little witch god is too old, he should have died, and he extended his life to decades in one breath.

Now that the blood and vitality in his body have dried up, he is not far from death.

Jiang Tong's sword did not use the power of Huashen.

Otherwise, the little witch god would have died on the spot, how could he still have a chance to talk to Jiang Tong here?

The little witch god shook his body, and finally carried it down headfirst, falling into the ruins and disappearing.

Jiang Tong glanced at it casually, then withdrew his gaze, landed on the lower floors of the Wushen Tower, and walked outside step by step.

He saw a statue of a god that was more than ten feet high. At the moment, the statue was dim, and the gold-plated mud layer was full of cracks, and it would collapse at any moment.

Jiang Tong hadn't walked out of the Witch God Tower when he heard the sound of celebration outside.

Then slowly walked outside.

Seeing all the high-ranking officials of the Wu Kingdom cheering and celebrating outside, they couldn't help being taken aback.

"What are you happy about?"

Jiang Tong said lightly.

When everyone raised their eyes to look at the gate of the Witch God Tower at the same time.

I saw a young man with eyes like ink and a straight figure standing at the door.

Just looking at everyone with a smile that is not a smile...