Chapter 1470 Vicious Means

Jian Wuchen on the spirit boat suddenly opened his eyes.

His expression was extremely cold and a little impatient.

At this moment, a figure landed on the spirit boat, frowning slightly, but did not speak.

It was none other than Tang Jingtian.

These days, Tang Jingtian practiced in the Ninth Heaven, and he never expected to meet a Chaos powerhouse with extremely strong strength.

Although Tang Jingtian is good at swordsmanship and has Li Yixi's help, his talent is a little weaker, and now he is only half-stepping into the level of detachment.

Jian Wuchen waved his sleeves.

The incense, which was five inches long, burned out in an instant.

At this moment, Jian Wuchen's aura became extremely sharp.

The whole person is like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"My son summoned you, but he was so procrastinating, you should be beheaded."

Jian Wuchen's voice was icy cold and terrifying.

Can't feel any emotion, these people are like worthless in Jian Wuchen's eyes.

Jian Wuchen pointed to the sword and pointed out with one finger.

Terrible sword energy, one life two, two life four, four life...

In the blink of an eye, countless sword glows pierced the void.

When the sword light descended, the eyes of some strong men who were still slowing down showed panic and despair, and they were a little hesitant at first.

Someone was trying to transmit the situation here to Qingyangzi and others who had left.

However, it also became slower.

Originally, I didn't feel anything.

After all, there is still time for a stick of incense.

And they are procrastinating too.

Fight to gain some time.

However, no one thought that Jian Wuchen, the holy son of Chaos Sword Pool, would be so domineering.

Seeing them procrastinating, kill them directly to make an example to others.

Facing the sword of a detached and strong man, who can block its edge.

A strong man was instantly killed on the spot.

The eyes are full of horror and despair.

The vitality in the body disappeared rapidly, and the body fell from the powerlessness of the void.

These people never thought that today's self would have gone to meet them, and they had already compromised on the surface, but they still had to die.

With Jian Wuchen's single finger, at least a dozen or so half-step transcendents were beheaded.

Many are still just awakened.

"What?"

Seeing the scene in the void, the people on the spirit boat couldn't help but become agitated.

The color of fear appeared in the eyes.

When looking at Jian Wuchen standing there, his eyes were full of horror.

Among those dead beings, there is no shortage of overlords who have half-stepped beyond the peak.

However, in the face of that sword light, there was no power to resist it.

There are really not many people who have reached the peak at the half-step detachment level.

this moment.

After a short commotion, he felt Jian Wuchen's peripheral vision from the corner of Jian Wuchen's eyes on the spirit boat, and the whole audience fell silent instantly.

Some people even held their breath at this moment.

Afraid that he would make his own voice and let Jian Wuchen not hide it, and be beheaded.

In the instant just now, they finally understood what it meant to be like a worthless life.

What is despair.

These existences are all people standing at the pinnacle.

I don't know how long I haven't felt such a death threat.

At this moment, they suddenly realized that when they stood at the peak, they were like ants when facing the strong Chaos.

The entire Ninth Heaven is eerily quiet right now.

In the Ninth Heaven, the strong Chaos descended twice.

They know how ruthless these people are.

Everyone understood that Jian Wuchen did it on purpose.

This is a warning, this is a warning.

Among them, a half-step detachment saw the silence of the crowd, and his face was extremely ugly.

Jian Wuchen made a move, and it wasn't just those half-step transcendents who were beheaded.

The last few people who came, the entire holy land established was also destroyed by a single sword.

Dead people, millions.

That's millions of lives alive.

Some demon cultivators are also silent at this moment, they think that Jian Wuchen is the real demon.

"Aren't you afraid of the backlash of heaven when you kill so recklessly?"

This person is really angry.

The forces that are destroyed belong to him.

His senior brother was a step too late, leading to the destruction of the entire Holy Land. There were his disciples and grandchildren there, which was unacceptable for a while.

"Is it heaven?"

"You know the way of heaven like me."

"Who do you think you are!"

As soon as the voice fell, Jian Wuchen turned around slowly, and his extremely cold eyes fell on him.

Those eyes seemed to kill.

Everyone on the spirit boat trembled in fear.

"What a terrifying sword practice."

Tang Jingtian in the crowd was shocked when he saw this.

As a sword cultivator, Tang Jingtian felt even deeper.

"you······"

That person still wants to speak, the next moment.

Jian Wuchen waved his sleeve, and a fallen leaf beside him flew out.

Kill this half-step detachment directly.

Facing a fallen leaf with no power to resist, everyone was even more terrified.

Fear is the most frightening thing.

"

The deity is Jian Wuchen, the holy son of Jianchi, the Holy Land of Chaos. "

Jian Wuchen stood there with no expression on his face.

An incomparably cold voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions flickered.

Seeing Jian Wuchen had no other words.

Looking at each other, everyone immediately spoke up.

"I'm waiting to see the Holy Son."

"I don't know that the Holy Son came suddenly and summoned us. What do you want to order?"

Someone spoke up.

The silence before made them extremely panic.

Right now, I just want to quickly figure out Jian Wuchen's purpose.

This kind of existence regards human life as nothing, and will not play any tricks with them at all.

They are not eligible.

Everyone at this moment felt powerless.

"I came across this world today, came here, and summoned you to announce something."

"From now on, I will be the master of this world."

"All forces must surrender."

"Above the ancestor gods, they have to donate their soul blood and become my slaves."

"Fight for me."

Jian Wuchen raised his head, his indifferent gaze scanned the audience.

Looking at these people is like looking at pigs and sheep.

It seems that life or death depends entirely on his mood.

"What?"

Hearing this, the audience couldn't help commotion.

Each of the eyes showed anger.

Surrender was something they had expected, after all, they had already guessed when Jian Wuchen made an example of others.

However, no one thought that Jian Wuchen would actually speak bluntly and make them slaves.

The people on the scene, who is not the overlord.

Although Jian Wuchen is unrivaled in strength.

The power is boundless.

They were helpless.

But, that's them.

It does not mean that the Ninth Heaven, no one can fight against Jian Wuchen.

Jian Zun and others have also stepped into detachment now.

These people are not far from detachment.

In the Holy Land, they are high above.

But Jian Wuchen who came suddenly asked them to donate their soul blood and become slaves, which was unacceptable.

This Ninth Heaven, however, has fallen beyond detachment.

"Feel sorry!"

"My sect is willing to surrender and obey your orders, but I can't do it by donating my soul blood and becoming a slave."

"It's not that this world has never descended from chaos and detachment, and there are more than one person, but they are all dead."

"Who are you? Although you are powerful, you are not an invincible existence in the Nine Heavens and Earth. Why should we become your slaves? Is it because you are the Holy Son?"

This person is really angry.

Although afraid of death.

But I feel that my spine cannot be broken.

From Jianfeng.

His eyes looked straight at Jian Wuchen.

However, Jian Wuchen faced his questioning with an extremely calm expression, directly ignoring his words.

"You are a sword cultivator, and your talent is not bad. I am a swordsman, so I can spare you this time, but you have to be clear, this deity is not discussing with you now."

"This deity announces this!"

"There is only one result, and that is surrender."

"This is the order of the deity."

Speaking of the latter, Jian Wuchen's voice became extremely domineering.

That gaze was as sharp as a sword.

"you······"

Jian Wuchen's voice fell, and the man was furious.

The last time they faced Chaos and Transcendence, Zongmen also fought to the end with arrogance and never disappeared.

Wanted to buy some time.

But at this moment, seeing Jian Wuchen being so domineering and not giving him a chance, his expression became extremely cold.

"It's okay to die, it's not that I haven't died before."

"These days, it's all earned."

"I, Jianfeng, will never surrender, I would rather die than surrender."

"If he comes back to life again in the future, holding a three-foot sword, he will definitely destroy your shit sword pond."

The man looked extremely determined.

If you can die standing up, you will never live on your knees.

"Good, very good."

"To my surprise, you still have this sword bone."

"But unfortunately, I am very dissatisfied with your words."

Jian Wuchen stood up.

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Reach out and grab it.

Terrifying and incomparable power erupted, facing the detached existence, even a genius like Jian Wuchen was powerless to resist.

It was directly sucked by Jian Wuchen and caught in his hand.

An incomparably terrifying breath erupted instantly.

This person was suppressed on the spot.

Jian Wuchen put one hand behind his back, and the other hand suddenly landed between his eyebrows.

At this moment, a drop of blood appeared between the eyebrows.

Contains extremely powerful blood power.

Jian Wuchen didn't know what he did, and somehow, dotted lines appeared one after another.

That is the power of blood.

The person who was suppressed by Jian Wuchen couldn't breathe, but at this moment, he felt great terror.

"What do you want to do?"

"If you want to kill, kill."

At this moment, he was really scared.

Feeling extremely uneasy.

But at this moment, I can't do it if I want to commit suicide.

"The power of blood!"

"What is he doing with the power of his blood?"

Some people couldn't help whispering at this moment.

Look puzzled.

"Cut to kill."

"Using the power of blood to lock all the blood of this person, this method is really vicious."

"It's really killing off the roots."

Tang Jingtian watched this scene, and instantly understood what Jian Wuchen was going to do.

It looked extremely ugly.

This is killing chickens and monkeys.

They are not afraid of death, but what about cutting off all your blood?

Are you afraid?

You can't bear it.

Do you live aggrieved and live for your blood, or take all your blood and die together.

"Destroy!"

Jian Wuchen ignored it, and the next moment an extremely cold voice sounded.

Jian Wuchen killed all the blood of this person without any fluctuation.

"Being able to step into the level of detachment, descendants will spread all over the Nine Heavens and Earth.

But at this moment, all those who had his blood died inexplicably.

Moreover, this method is extremely vicious, the soul does not disperse, and cannot be reincarnated into reincarnation.

From then on, he became a lonely wild ghost. Under the torment, the real soul flew away.

Not even a chance to become a ghost fairy.

This person is extremely powerful.

This moment.

Naturally, he also sensed a lot. Blood flowed out of his eyes, and the power of the bloodline killed all descendants. He couldn't escape, and the whole person went crazy.

This method is extremely vicious.

At this moment, there is really nothing to love.

Under madness, burn everything.

Faintly stepped into detachment with one foot.

Breaking free from Jian Wuchen's suppression, using his finger as a sword, he wanted to kill Jian Wuchen.

"die!"

However, Jian Wuchen's expression was extremely calm.

There was no movement.

I saw one foot stepping hard.

The terrifying sword aura spread out from under his feet.

A strong swordsman, without the power to resist, directly turned into a bloody mist.

Blood mist filled the air.

The smell of blood made everyone tremble.

This moment.

The audience was silent.

Thick fear shrouded everyone's mind.

Being not afraid of death does not mean being beheaded for all inheritance.

This method is too vicious.

too cruel.

frightening.

"I am willing to donate my soul blood."

"Meet the master."

immediately.

The figures knelt down in an instant, their faces full of fear.

At this moment, they are surrounded by deep fear, where they dare to disobey the slightest bit.

In the face of absolute strength and means, struggle can only bring disaster.

Now, I can only surrender.

Hope for a glimmer of life.