"Are you suppressing your power on purpose? Are you also a False Core Cultivator? "
Fang Jingqiang scrutinized Jiang Tian carefully.
But after a while, he shook his head.
Impossible!
This person couldn't be a False Core Cultivator! He must have used some kind of elixir or evil art to increase his power by force!
He had many secret arts to detect the Blood Qi of the body, so he was sure that Jiang Tian was no more than thirty years old!
There weren't many people who could reach the False Core Level before thirty in the Heavenly Star Small World, not to mention in the Ruins of Deity!
"I can't believe I didn't kill you with one finger!"
Jiang Tian stood with his hands behind his back and looked disappointed. He shook his head and sighed. "You're too lucky!"
"Ant from Earth, don't be so arrogant."
Fang Jingqiang was so angry that his lungs almost exploded!
"Ignorant kid, you don't know how powerful I am. I haven't even used one-tenth of my strength!"
"My Eight Arms Demon God Technique, my magical equipment, can stomp you into meat paste in a matter of seconds!"
He glared at Jiang Tian with his bell-sized eyes, as if his eyes were about to split open. He pointed at Jiang Tian and roared like a thunderclap.
The violent sound waves almost made people's eardrums explode. The blood in their chests was boiling.
"Eight Arms Fiend Art? Haha, what kind of rubbish is that? I've traveled the universe and killed all kinds of Fiend Gods! "
Jiang Tian smiled in disdain, looking calm and unhurried.
"Bring out the altar!"
Fang Jingqiang shouted.
"Yes!"
On the ancient bronze chariot of Border City, many soldiers in golden armor pushed out a white bone altar that was five meters wide and floated in front of Fang Jingqiang.
"Retreat!"
Following Fang Jingqiang's order, the ancient battleships, chariots, and towers backed away like a tide. They only came to a stop ten li away.
Only the war chariot of Border City, where the white bone altar was placed, remained motionless.
Many of the Desolate Border soldiers revealed complicated expressions of fear and fascination.
At this moment, Fang Jingqiang's angry expression instantly vanished and revealed a devout and respectful expression. His hands formed ancient and profound hand seals, and his lips moved quickly as he chanted.
On top of the huge human bone altar, there was a wooden statue of an eight-armed deity. Countless yellow talisman papers were stuck on it, fluttering in the wind.
The talisman paper had numerous curved talisman markings that were shaped like tadpoles or strange snakes, and they were extremely profound and obscure. They were extremely dark red, and they were actually carved with human blood.
Fang Jingqiang's mouth didn't move much, but the sky was filled with a loud and obscure devil language.
As the demonic chanting became more and more urgent, the ancient warship was filled with black fog that engulfed the surroundings. Demonic Qi was overflowing!
Gradually, Fang Jingqiang seemed to have established a connection with another world, using himself as a bridge to communicate with the Demon God.
All of a sudden, a blood-red light burst out from the white bone altar, covering the sky and the sun like a red sunset. It shrouded the huge war chariot and illuminated the area within a radius of ten miles as if it was dyed in blood.
The blood-red light burst out from the white bone altar and shot up to a thousand feet into the sky. Crackling lightning lingered around it and burst out in all directions.
The lightning hit the top of the Jade Well Peak and melted the ice and snow. Even the stones on the peak were turned into dust and rolled down.
The lightning surrounded the blood-red light and formed a giant lightning net that moved with a crackling sound. A surge of demonic energy suddenly gathered toward the white bone altar and bombarded the wooden statue.
The statue suddenly began to expand and cracks appeared on it. Its aura became stronger and stronger and more terrifying!
"Retreat quickly! He's starting to summon the devil! Everyone, retreat quickly! Tai Chu fellow cultivator, why don't we avoid the attack — "
Jiang Haishan shouted, and his expression changed drastically.
The Eight Arms Demonic God Art was too terrifying. It had the power to destroy the world. Fang Jingqiang had once killed several Peak Fake Core Stage Overlords by relying on it!
Everyone also lost their composure and panicked. They stepped on their flying swords and retreated as fast as shooting stars.
Even so, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment Stage Overlords were still struck by the lightning and turned into ashes!
"Interesting. This world has actually produced demonic creatures before! Are they the ones who invaded the ancient Earth? "
Jiang Tian looked at Fang Jingqiang and the altar with interest. His expression was calm.
Although the Demonic God was called a god, it was only because it was powerful and had Divine Powers. Its nature was still that of a devil!
Gods were in charge of life and creation, while demons were in charge of death and destruction. In the cultivation world, they were widely distributed and occupied many realms.
At this moment, Fang Jingqiang shouted and spat out a mouthful of blood on the wooden statue.
Boom!
The latter immediately exploded, and an eight-armed, four-faced Demonic God that was hundreds of feet tall suddenly appeared in the void.
This Demonic God was incomparably tall like a giant mountain in the sky. Its eight arms held eight treasures, including a guqin, a pearl, a bow, an arrow, a skull, a bone, a spear, and a thousand-layer pagoda.
The four faces all revealed ferocious expressions as they grinned hideously. "Insects from this inferior world, delicious insects, prepare to receive the wrath of the Eight-armed Great Demon God … You can be eaten again!"
His saliva flowed down like a stream.
At the same time, the guqin in his hand turned into rolling demonic sounds and rushed toward Jiang Tian like a raging wave.
When everyone saw this, their hearts palpitated, and they found it difficult to breathe.
Almost at the same time, everyone felt that their Taoist Heart was seriously disturbed by the demonic sounds. They only felt that their Inner Demons and distracting thoughts were stirring.
"Young Master Jiang, don't fight. Why do you have to? Why don't you come to my room …"
Fairy Miao Yi's eyes flashed and her face blushed. Her voice was soft and seductive. Only after she spoke did she realize that she had lost her composure.
She was so embarrassed that she quickly bit the tip of her tongue and shouted. She recited the Heart Cleansing Spell to suppress the demonic thoughts in her heart.
Middle-stage and late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators could withstand it, but early-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators could not withstand it at all.
"Come on, young man, let's be embarrassed together!"
Beside the willow tree, Chu Yunxiu leaned against a bluestone. Her clothes were half undone, and her shoulders were exposed. She giggled and looked at the stinky monkey.
The stinky monkey's eyes were dazed, and he staggered over. "I've been full of Yang Qi since I was young. I can indeed do some embarrassing things with my sister!"
The big black dog ignored him and slapped Chu Yunxiu to the ground. He looked up at the sky and said, "Little hussy, what are you mumbling about? Don't disturb me from watching the show!"
…
"Insect? In my eyes, you're the insect. Not to mention that you're just an Eight-Armed Demonic God's soul clone, even if you came personally, I could kill you with a raise of my hand! "
In the sky above Jade Well Peak, Jiang Tian's face was as calm as still water. His eyes were contemptuous as he sneered.
This Eight-Armed Demonic God did not belong to this world. It was just a remnant of a soul clone.
For thousands of years, it was not nourished by Demonic Qi. Moreover, it was old and weak, and its soul was weak. It should have died long ago.
In order to preserve this Demonic God, Fang Jingqiang killed living people every day and sacrificed souls to maintain this Demonic God's body.
But to be honest, although this Demonic God's cultivation was higher, its physique was far inferior to Nie Mingyuan's Demon Body of Purgatory!
Jiang Tian had at least dozens of methods to kill it in seconds. Ghost Transferring God Dispatching Talisman, Demon Vanquishing Incantation, or directly devouring it with Soul Devourer's divine sense.
"Die, vermin!"
The Eight-Armed Demonic God was furious. Its four faces showed ferocious anger, and its four mouths roared in unison. Their voices shook the surroundings.
Then, it soared into the sky. Its eight arms grabbed Artifacts and danced like an octopus. All kinds of weapons and Artifacts smashed toward Jiang Tian.
Boom!
As soon as it attacked, the whole sky seemed to collapse. Violent Demonic Qi and energy pushed in all directions.
Suddenly, rocks from the surrounding peaks soared into the sky. Then, under the violent pressure, they turned into dust.
Even Jade Well Peak began to show cracks like a spider web. The mountain trembled violently, and the protective formation seemed to collapse.
Even though everyone was ten miles away, they still felt suffocated and were sent flying in all directions.
"Evil Demonic Way!"
Jiang Tian roared. The Sky-Devouring Demonic Gourd at his waist jumped wildly, and a flying sword broke through the sky.
The speed of this flying sword was incomparably fast. In the blink of an eye, it had reached his neck and circled around his head four times.
Suddenly, four huge heads fell like meteorites. The mountain-like Demonic Body stiffened in the air.
Everyone was shocked.
Chu Yunxiu, Wu Xiude, Li Hongyu, and the others were shocked and fearful.
"Got it!"
Ye Tianren, the Qiao siblings, the stinky monkey, and Jiang Haishan, who had retreated to Jade Well Peak, were all delighted.
But in the next moment, everyone's faces were filled with astonishment.
"Not bad!"
The four heads that fell in the air sneered. Suddenly, they grinned and mocked, "But this body is not what you think!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! The four huge Demonic Heads flew toward the neck and healed in the blink of an eye.
"This body is just a statue of a Demonic God. Even if you cut off my head a hundred times, you can't do anything to me!"
Boom!
He smiled ferociously and stretched out his hand.
He grabbed a 300-meter-high mountain and smashed it toward Jiang Tian like a sledgehammer.
This scene was too shocking!
This Demonic God grabbed a mountain and used it as a weapon, trying to smash Jiang Tian to death with its surging strength.
The mountain was like a cloud in the sky, covering the sky and casting a large shadow on the ground. It weighed more than ten million tons. When it smashed down, the rocks on it rumbled and rolled down.
The eight-armed, four-faced Demonic God attacked. He was indomitable and filled with Demonic Qi. He grabbed a mountain and used it as a weapon to smash down with the power of heaven and earth!
Such a powerhouse could probably tear apart a huge city in ten breaths of time. Who would dare to stop him? Who could resist?
"This Demonic God is so powerful that it's terrifying!"
The tens of thousands of people present were shocked. Countless people's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. They were filled with disbelief.
"Really? If one hundred times is not enough, then ten thousand times! "
Jiang Tian smiled and patted the Sky-Devouring Demonic Gourd.
First, nine flying swords flew out, flashing with cold light and white frost.
Suddenly, the silver bottle with surging sword light burst out like water, and the remaining ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine hundred and ninety-nine hundred flying swords burst out.
The flying swords flew across the sky. One sword was in front, followed by two swords. Then there were four swords, eight swords, and sixteen swords. The more flying swords there were, the larger the sword formation became. The whole formation was a huge cone with a radius of one mile.
The tips of the swords spun rapidly, and thousands of cold light shone over several miles, forming a huge "Drill Sword Style".
Whoosh! With a bang, it was like a tsunami.
Thousands of flying swords covered the sky and the sun. They were invincible and pierced toward the Eight-armed Demonic God and the mountain.
At this moment, everyone looked at Jiang Tian in horror. They felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and cold sweat covered their backs.
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