Chapter 909: Ant, tell me, how do you want to die?
The atmosphere became more and more weird and tense.
Everyone's brain was buzzing.
They stared with their eyes wide open, their faces full of disbelief. They never thought that they would hear him really block Jian Wushang's attack.
He, he actually blocked it.
It was not Jian Wushang's slack as everyone guessed.
Could this be more outrageous?
Can a god block this level of attack?
Everyone kept asking themselves in their hearts.
Stop kidding.
Even if it was a dream, it couldn't be so outrageous.
They imagined in their minds that if they were standing in that position, they would have been chopped into nothingness by now, and even their souls would not be left.
In comparison, they looked like they came to this world to make up the numbers.
Compared with the two people in front of them, there is no comparison at all.
Only a very few people know how perverted Jiang Chuan is.
But they didn't expect that he would take it so easily.
Sure enough, this guy is a monster.
They even doubted whether the strength this guy showed before was his upper limit.
Jiang Chuan didn't want to answer these strange ideas and questions in everyone's mind.
He himself has three flowers gathered at the top of his head, and his physical defense is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Since the trip to the Immortal Palace, his strength has broken through to an unimaginable exaggerated level.
And Jian Wushang's attack looks quite like that.
But haven't you heard that the best defense is attack?
It's true that he only used two fingers.
But the terrifying rules contained in these two fingers are beyond the imagination of outsiders.
With the extremely high control of the rules, the density of his own rules is far beyond the understanding of the other party.
What's more, this borrowed power is just a little bluffing, but it's actually just that.
If outsiders heard this, they would spit on his face.
Although this power comes from the bloodline and borrows the power of the ancestors.
But it can still reach about 70% of the power.
Combined with the top magic, the destructive power that can be displayed is absolutely explosive.
But you really don't consider yourself a human being.
You blocked such a powerful attack with just two fingers.
Is this something a normal person can do?
Even if the God King came, he wouldn't dare to be as slow as you.
Just when everyone was complaining in their hearts, cracks appeared on the Yuanshen Dharma Image condensed by the huge rules and the giant sword in his hand.
At first, the crack was just a tiny line, as if a flaw appeared on exquisite porcelain.
However, in just a few breaths, the crack spread to all parts of the weapon like a spider web, and even the Yuanshen Dharma Image was not spared.
As the one who drove all this, Jian Wushang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood drew a sad arc in the air.
His face showed a look of horror, and the look he gave Jiang Chuan was like looking at a devil.
"You! What did you do to me?"
His voice trembled, full of fear and confusion.
Everyone didn't understand what he meant by this, and they all looked at each other and talked among themselves.
But soon, everyone noticed something unusual.
Jian Wushang's cultivation was falling little by little.
The originally powerful aura was gradually weakening like the receding tide.
The original cultivation of the quasi-king had already dropped to the upper god general.
Soon it became a middle god general.
The light on his body also dimmed a little, and everyone opened their mouths in surprise.
In the stunned eyes of everyone, the rules that Jian Wushang mastered disappeared.
He was like a miser who had lost his treasure, with a look of confusion and despair.
His terrifying cultivation disappeared.
Heavenly Principle Realm.
In the God Realm, he was just a mortal.
Clearly, he was still a powerful existence the moment before, but he became an ordinary person the next second.
Everyone present was confused, not knowing what was going on.
Jiang Chuan's mouth curled up slightly. He knew in his heart that mastering one of the heavenly ways was equivalent to mastering all the rules in this world.
The rules mastered by the other party could leave him as long as he waved his hand.
On the surface, his cultivation is only that of a God Lord, but even if a God Emperor comes, he can suppress him with one hand.
Except for the God Lord, no one in the whole world can be his opponent.
Although the God Lord is the limit of the power of this world, it is not his limit at all.
The legendary world master is the Heavenly Dao.
Mastering one of the Heavenly Daos means mastering the Heavenly Dao of the whole world.
All the rules that operate here can be changed because of his thoughts.
Just like this little Karami in front of him.
As long as he wants, he can deprive him of his cultivation at any time and turn him into a mortal.
As long as he wants, a thought can make him re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.
But there is no point in doing so.
With his cultivation abolished, Jian Wushang's face was pale, like a blank sheet of paper.
He looked at the casual cultivator opposite him in horror, and he never thought that things would turn out like this.
"You, how dare you!"
"I am the descendant of the Sword God!"
"Give me back my cultivation!"
"Otherwise, no one in the entire God Realm can save you!"
His voice was sharp and trembling, and his eyes were full of anger and fear.
As if he wanted to use his identity to intimidate the bastard on the other side.
Jiang Chuan just smiled at his incompetent roar.
This little guy is too arrogant, and it is reasonable to teach him a lesson.
Become a mortal again, practice well, and there is a chance to reach the peak again in the future.
"Reflect on your own problems."
"If you dare to be so unreasonable next time, I will not give you any chance again."
Jiang Chuan's voice is calm and easy-going, and there is no emotion at all.
Being humiliated by such a small fish, Jian Wushang is almost mad.
When did he, the descendant of the Sword God, be humiliated like this.
When did someone dare to talk to him like this.
From childhood to adulthood, it is not what you want.
A mere ant dares to treat himself like this.
If he really practices again, he can still be the genius that countless people pay attention to.
Anger and reason are almost drowned at this moment.
His eyes are red, as if he is about to spit fire.
But at this moment, under the sea, a huge black figure rushed out of the water.
The black figure seemed to be a demon crawling out of hell, exuding a strange aura.
Negative emotions are the best nutrients for chaos.
Everyone was frightened by the huge chaotic energy and pulled away a little, fearing that they would be affected by the chaotic energy.
Jian Wushang was completely submerged by the black energy.
The black energy enveloped him like a tide, making it difficult to see his figure.
As time passed, the chaotic energy became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.
Jian Wushang, who was supposed to be swallowed, was covered with black runes.
Those runes seemed to be evil spells, flashing strange light on his skin.
The whole person looked extremely weird.
Feeling the surging energy in his body, a burst of unbridled laughter rang out.
"Ant, tell me, how do you want to die!"
