Every sword intent he released was enough to easily destroy any immortal skeleton.
Millions of sword intents originated from the Sword Dao, and they cycled endlessly.
Even after destroying all the immortal skeletons in front of him, he didn't need to expend much effort.
This was a path of immortal skeletons. Who knew how many Derived Immortals had fallen here to create it?
Although he'd already awakened an army of 100,000 immortal skeletons, Jian Wushuang knew that this was just the beginning.
This path of blood and bones hidden under the Imperial City seemed to have not been opened for countless years. It was filled with an indescribable ancient restriction.
Jian Wushuang stepped on the shattered immortal skeletons and headed toward the deepest part of the path of bones.
Everything had just begun.
In order to prevent any unexpected situations from happening, he let his sword intent flow around his body. Once danger approached, he could react immediately.
On this path of bones, apart from the immortal skeletons that had lost all their immortal charm, there were only shattered treasures and true swords everywhere.
They had been shattered for countless years and had already fallen into eternal slumber with their respective masters.
Among these treasures, the ones that were the best preserved were some true swords.
They were stabbed into the ground at an angle. Although the edges of the swords were no longer sharp, they still surged with vast Derived Force, as if they were waiting for a battle.
The further he went, the more Jian Wushuang felt that something was amiss.
The primordial restriction grew even stronger.
At the same time, the bones under his feet were very different from before. They had turned grayish-white.
After another thousand feet, Jian Wushuang saw a strange scene.
In the center of the path of bones, there was a pile of bones that blocked the path ahead.
The grayish-white shattered immortal skeletons had lost all their immortal charm, but they still gave Jian Wushuang an unprecedented pressure.
He had a feeling that something dangerous was hidden in the pile of bones.
Based on his personality, he definitely wouldn't go forward. However, the situation before him forced him to go forward.
As soon as he stepped into the territory of the pile of bones, an extremely violent astral wind instantly rose up.
In the next moment, the white bones that were tens of thousands of feet high suddenly shattered. A pitch-black arm that looked like a real dragon stretched out and smashed toward Jian Wushuang's position.
Jian Wushuang was shocked. Although all of this happened too quickly, he had still expected it. He crossed his arms and braced himself, actually directly receiving that sky-covering blow.
Boom!
He let out a muffled groan, and his immortal body instantly flew back a thousand feet!
His legs left two deep ravines on the ground of white bones before he finally stopped.
Jian Wushuang held back the surging energy and blood in his immortal body as he looked ahead with a serious expression.
The towering pile of white bones had already collapsed like a mountain. Two pitch-black arms that were like true dragons pushed aside the countless white bones, gradually revealing the true appearance.
Seeing this scene, even Jian Wushuang was moved.
Under the pile of white bones, there was actually a pitch-black figure that was tens of thousands of feet tall and looked like a short mountain!
This pitch-black figure sat cross-legged in the center of the path of white bones. His entire body was pitch-black, and his chest and stomach were bare.
In particular, his abdomen was extraordinarily large, occupying almost two-thirds of his entire body, making him look like a fat Maitreya.
The Buddhist robes on his body were extremely tattered, and his fat face glowed with a peculiar oily sheen.
Two rays of red light shot out of his narrowed eyes, and only greed was left in his gaze as he looked at Jian Wushuang.
Then, a scene that made Jian Wushuang somewhat uncomfortable happened.
Streams of saliva dripped from the pot-bellied Buddha's mouth like a waterfall, almost converging into a river.
Then, he opened his palms, grabbed the scattered immortal bones on both sides, and stuffed them into his mouth to chew.
Strange crunching sounds rang out on the path of white bones.
Jian Wushuang frowned and quietly formed an invisible sword.
"Hehe, the smell of a True Immortal, I haven't smelled it in a long time..."
The pot-bellied Buddha let out a strange laugh, and his saliva almost turned into a river.
"Let me take a small bite, just a small bite. I won't eat you, okay?"
"..."
Jian Wushuang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He pointed the invisible sword forward.
"You can't kill me, just let me take a small bite, and I'll let you go, okay?" the pot-bellied Buddha said greedily.
"Die," he said softly.
In order to end the battle quickly, he directly used his ancestral arts.
The reason why Jian Wushuang had not abandoned his ancestral arts was because the two ancestral arts had grown together with him, and were not online yet.
Currently, the two ancestral arts were comparable to the immortal arts.
The ancestral arts, the Realm of Authority, the Heavenly Gates, and the Ultimate Mastery of the Heavenly Gates were all unleashed at this moment.
Two magnificent Heavenly Gates stretched across the top of the pot-bellied Buddha's head, followed by a giant finger and a giant palm that smashed at his head with endless power.
A moment later, a sorrowful cry echoed.
The brilliant light emitted by the two ancestral arts immediately shrouded the pot-bellied Buddha.
A boundless force erupted on the path of white bones.
The pot-bellied Buddha's sorrowful cry echoed in the surroundings.
When the remnant power of the ancestral arts dissipated, a part of the pot-bellied Buddha's round head had already caved in.
An unknown pitch-black liquid flowed out from his broken head.
"I want you dead!"
He was furious to the extreme, and a strong suction force suddenly shot out from his huge mouth.
Jian Wushuang, who was standing thousands of feet away, felt the suction force, and hurriedly swung his sword to slash away the terrifying suction force.
Seeing that he was not sucked over, the pot-bellied Buddha stretched out his arm that was thousands of feet long and smashed over.
Every time he swung his arm, it was enough to shatter the space.
The white bones continued to collapse, and the huge arm smashed down. Jian Wushuang quickly dodged.
Such a powerful attack was enough to make an ordinary Derived Immortal die on the spot.
Holding the invisible sword, Jian Wushuang leaped thousands of feet and climbed onto one of the arms of the pot-bellied Buddha.
"Hehe, come into my mouth!"
The pot-bellied Buddha opened his huge mouth and swallowed him.
Jian Wushuang turned around to look at the huge mouth, and then the real sword in his hand suddenly pierced into the arm.
"Break for me!" Jian Wushuang roared in a low voice, and at this moment, the million sword intents surged along the blade into the arm of the pot-bellied Buddha.
The sword intents were like mountains and seas, and suddenly exploded.
In the next moment, the thousands of feet long arm directly exploded from the middle, and boundless sword intents spilled out.
With just one sword, he severed the arm of the pot-bellied Buddha!
The arm that was like a divine peak fell and heavily smashed on the path of white bones, stirring up endless smoke and dust.
After landing on the ground again, Jian Wushuang held his sword and looked at the wailing pot-bellied Buddha, and was thinking about how to quickly kill him.
Through this short exchange, Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that the pot-bellied Buddha was most likely a rank six Great Derivation Immortal, and it would not be easy to completely kill him.
"Bastard, I want you to die, I want you to die without a burial place!"
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