Chapter 210 Wanghai City

In the sky, the face of the Great Wilderness King suddenly changed, looking at the thousand-foot demon shadow rising.

He had never seen such a huge phantom of a god!

Moreover, this might is a bit too strong, isn't it?

But there is really no immortal breath! How can a true god be so strong? !

Without any hesitation, he put away the star map, the sky full of stars dissipated, and the sun appeared again.

He turned around and ran towards the distance at a high speed, without any intention of fighting.

After failing to cross the immortal tribulation last time, he understood a truth, what bullshit invincibility of the same level is bullshit!

His immortal tribulation was so strong that it could directly blast the immortal soul of a true immortal in the initial realm into serious injuries. How could he possibly survive it?

No matter how strong a true god is, can he be stronger than a true immortal?

Pursuing the so-called invincibility of the same level is simply going against the will of heaven!

If you can't beat someone of the same level, the worst thing is to fight back after improving your realm.

Maybe by then you don't even need to do it yourself, and the other person will be destroyed by that perverted immortal tribulation.

Living long is the truth! Seeking immortality, isn't it for immortality?

Looking back, the huge demon shadow had no intention of chasing him, which made him slightly relieved.

But then, a huge sense of squeezing came from all directions, constantly compressing his divine phantom body until it was completely pressed back into his body.

As for the eight-sided hammer, it was directly pressed into a pendant-like object, and there was no trace of the power of a real artifact.

Then, he turned in the air like a bug in amber and fell on the deck.

Long Can stared at the Great Wilderness King who had no power to resist.

"Ahem."

Qin Jiang coughed twice, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Shaking his head, he was still seriously injured at the moment, and his body could not bear it if he used a little strength.

Long Can opened his mouth, his eyes were a little confused.

"My friend. Daoist friend, hiss~ Senior, you..." He couldn't help but speak.

So you still know that you have just been struck by the immortal calamity?

Looking at the eight-sided hammer that looks like a pendant, is it this thing that almost killed you just now?

He was really confused, as if he saw a big tree, towering to the sky.

It turned out that this big tree was actually a branch of another super big tree.

Then he thought that there would be no tree bigger than that super big tree, but it turned out that this super big tree was actually a seedling?

And he was the little bug who thought he was invincible on the seedling.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous!

The world is so big, he originally thought that the Saint Son level characters were already the best in the same level, even if they were Dao Son level existences, they could not absolutely suppress the Saint Son level characters in the same level.

But now it seems that his vision is still too narrow. There really is such a genius in this world who can absolutely suppress the Saint Son level characters.

I think this senior is comparable to the Dao Son level existence, right?

Even among the saints of Lingxuan Holy Land, he should be a rare existence in five thousand years.

I am afraid that he has the strength to suppress the first-level true immortal!

"I am fine. I just made a little move. It just disturbed my blood. It is not a big deal.

I will leave this person to you. I will go back. Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."

Qin Jiang waved his hand. His blood was indeed a little disordered.

The power of the heavenly tribulation in his body has not been fully refined, and it has achieved a special balance with his own power.

A little use of power will change this balance, causing his body to be impacted.

However, the problem is not big. It will take only three to five days to return to normal.

If it is fully recovered, it will take about a month.

By then, his body can be regarded as a blessing in disguise and can reach a higher level.

"I will follow the order of the senior." Long Can hurriedly bowed and said.

After Qin Jiang left, Lu Yao approached cautiously, "Uncle, are you okay?"

Long Can nodded slightly, "This senior is so powerful that I guess ordinary True Immortals in the initial stage may not be his opponent. And..."

He looked at the black sword in his hand, which was even stronger than before.

"His weapon refining method is really incredible. I have never seen such a method."

If it were a true god, even if some weapon masters were to refine a true artifact, they would all bathe and burn incense, adjust their state, and prepare the formations that need to be copied in advance.

It's not that there are no weapons like Qin Jiang, but they are limited to some secret weapons or the most common artifacts.

The only ones who can refine a true artifact casually are probably those weapon saints who practice weapon.

But those are all saints, who are involved in the field of time and can trace back the mistakes in refining.

Could it be that this senior has a saint treasure? And is he also a weapon saint?

She shook her head violently and threw this unrealistic idea out of her mind.

It is possible to obtain a Saint Lord-level treasure, but it is impossible for a Saint of the Dao of Weapons. It takes at least 30,000 to 50,000 years of accumulation to achieve it.

"Uncle Long, are you okay?"

Hua Junlan walked onto the deck and couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw the immobile Great Desolate King.

"Great Desolate King! Why is he here! Uncle Long, are you so powerful!"

She had been fully controlling the formation just now and had no time to look outside. She only realized it after she noticed that the stars in the sky had disappeared.

She thought that the Great Desolate King had defeated Uncle Long, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

Logically speaking, Uncle Long couldn't compete with the Great Desolate King at all.

As a newly promoted Saint Son-level genius, she knew very well how powerful Saint Son-level figures were in the same level.

A gap of one hairline would make a huge difference.

"It's that person." Long Can looked at the main room awkwardly.

Hua Junlan immediately realized who Long Can was talking about. She couldn't believe it. "Isn't that person seriously injured?"

"Yes, he was seriously injured. He could easily suppress the Great Wilderness King." Long Can said weakly.

The Great Wilderness King on the side also looked evasive. Fortunately, that person didn't kill him, otherwise he would have to report to the underworld.

It's okay to be taken back by the Changsheng Sword Sect. At least he won't be worried about his life. It won't be long before the Xingluo Immortal Sect will send someone to redeem him.

This is also the tacit understanding between the major immortal sects and holy places.

Unless it is a life-and-death battle between sects, even the sect master will have to fight for life and death in person.

Otherwise, sect disciples with high-level backgrounds like them will not be in danger of life at all.

For someone like him who is almost certain to break through to the True Immortal Realm, he is the most precious treasure among treasures.

"Jun Lan, that Xi Jing, please check the soundproofing array near the main room again to make sure there are no loopholes."

"I know, Uncle Long, I'll go right away."

The big ship broke through the sea and reached the shore in just one day and night.

In the morning light, a huge black city was located on the shore, with a wild atmosphere, like a strong pass guarding.

Qin Jiang walked onto the deck and breathed in the fresh air. The source energy within a radius of a hundred miles was sucked into his body like a whirlpool, and the faint immortal lightning flowed under his skin.

"What is this place?"

"Senior, this is one of the divine cities under the rule of my Changsheng Sword Sect, named Wanghai City, where a true god sits."