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Chapter 180 Decisive battle! Victory with one sword! Tang San’s trump card!

Author: Likes to eat cold preserved eggs

Chapter 180 Decisive battle! Victory with one sword! Tang San’s trump card!

King Easton looked horrified because the spear in Tang San's hand was of too high a grade!

It feels unreal!

Boom~!

Above the nine heavens, Zijun spread his legs widely, supporting his cheek with his right hand, leaning on the throne of creation.

Stretch out your left hand, put your index and middle fingers together, and move your fingers.

The golden sword inserted into the ground trembled slightly!

The golden long sword flew backwards! It was as fast as teleporting!

Buzz~!

The sharp sword edge seemed to be able to cut through the space, and a sword cry echoed in the air.

"It's not easy to live, why do you have to seek death? Have you had enough of your wife and children being reunited?"

On the throne, Zi Jun looked down at Tang San, his lazy tone seemed to not take Tang San seriously.

Old friends gathered together in a chilling atmosphere! He raised his spear and pointed it at Zijun, Tang San sneered.

"I haven't seen you for ten thousand years, but you are still so annoying. This battle! It will separate life and death and also settle the grudges! This battle will clear up the grudges between you and me! How about that!"

The flute was rustling in the wind, and the world was silent. The two looked at each other for a long time, and Zi Jun said with a smile.

"The leader of the evil soul master also has a human side. It's really ironic, that's fine! I'll help you!"

煋!煋!煋~!

The Sword of Creation suspended on the right side of the throne flashed with a burst of golden light!

Above the nine heavens! Tens of thousands of creation swords penetrate the clouds! Slowly descending into the world!

Looking up, those ten thousand swords of creation are like the means of a true immortal!

Every sword of creation carries the power to destroy the world! Ready to go!

After returning from the world of cultivating immortals and absorbing the first piece of godhead, the level of the Sword of Creation also increased!

Vaguely, there was a hint of imperial power!

Looking at the rain of swords in the sky, Tang San felt despair in his heart.

The gap between the two of them still draws a chasm after thousands of years!

The divine sword comes out! Points for victory and defeat!

"What that man said is true. You are indeed not a mortal in this world. You have no regrets in this life, and in the next life... I will do the same! Come! Fight!"

With an angry shout, Tang San released the blood-red spiritual energy in his body with all his strength!

A 10,000-meter-high shadow stands between heaven and earth, with red hair and ape-like eyes! The evil aura is overwhelming!

At this moment, he is like a supreme demon! He holds a spear and does not flinch!

He stood up, grabbed the Sword of Creation, and jumped up! He was in front of Tang San in the blink of an eye!

Large and small spears and swords collided! The flashing fireworks were as bright as starlight!

Dang~!

Tang San, suspended in the center of the phantom, gritted his teeth and resisted Zi Jun's attack.

Boom~boom~!

The huge force pushed the shadow back continuously!

On the ground, there are two huge deep pits extending thousands of meters.

Along the way, high-rise buildings were destroyed one after another, ruins were everywhere, and the sky was filled with dust!

The entire Anluo Palace was completely reduced to ruins!

Whoosh!

Tens of thousands of creation swords hovering in the sky fell on the Dharma like a violent storm!

Puff puff puff~!

The sword of creation kept piercing the bloody shadow, and the sound of the sword piercing flesh echoed between heaven and earth.

Facing Zijun who possesses the original law of power, he is even stronger than the immortal emperor's body.

I have to admit defeat!

After all...the law of the origin of power was the basis for Pangu's power to create the sky during the prehistoric period!

In the entire universe, there are only a handful of people who can obtain this method!

His arm shook! The huge force sent Tang San flying hundreds of meters away!

With an expression of surprise, Zi Jun stared at Tang San doubtfully.

During the first head-to-head confrontation, he clearly felt the aura of godhead within Tang San's body!

Although the breath is very weak, to him, this breath is as familiar as his own flesh and blood!

——Holy crap! What is the path of that mysterious man?

Although it is only the size of a thumb, that breath is definitely the creation godhead.

[But this piece of Godhead is not complete, but a incomplete piece.]

After receiving the system's affirmation, Zi Jun felt mixed emotions.

The godhead in Tang San's body was actually still activated.

If he is given tens of thousands of years to familiarize himself with and use it, I am afraid that it will only be a matter of time before he transcends the mortal world and becomes the supreme immortal emperor.

Thinking of this, Zi Jun wanted to meet the mysterious man more and more.

"If you can withstand this move, I will let you live. If you can't withstand it... you will have no choice but to die!"

Holding the sword at his side, Zi Jun raised his left hand, raised his sword finger, and read.

"Creation! Reincarnation!"

Boom~!

Above the clouds! A huge golden sword fell quickly!

Looking from the side, it seems as if you are passing by Zijun!

Standing next to the golden giant sword, Zijun is as big as an ant!

Dragging the broken dharma image, Tang San hunched over in pain, clutching his chest.

He raised his head and looked at the golden giant sword in the sky, like a meteorite falling!

The diameter is flying towards him!

"Nightmare Array! Blood sacrifice to the rivers and mountains!" Tang San looked up to the sky and yelled angrily!

Suddenly, eight bloody light pillars rose across the entire continent, from the southeast, northwest and four corners!

Soaring straight into the sky!

Hearing the name of the magic circle from Tang San's mouth, Zijun showed a hint of admiration on his face.

"The eight gates are set up, Wu is the eye, the Netherworld Blood Sea Formation is the cover, the nightmare is the reality, the eye of the formation is...!"

After thinking for a moment, Zijun's eyes shone brightly! He looked at Tang San who was falling into madness.

——Holy crap! Use yourself as the center of the formation. If I guess correctly,

The energy of the formation should be that godhead.

Tsk tsk! Interesting…….

In the sky above Anluo Palace, Tang San's entire body was shrouded in a bloody pillar of light!

Seeing Tang San's rising aura, Zijun raised the corners of his mouth and naturally drooped his arms.

Holding the long sword in his right hand, he chuckled with his hands behind his back.

"kill……"

I saw the original laws of space emerging around the golden sword!

The speed is so fast that it is difficult to see clearly with the naked eye!

Phew~!

The golden giant sword pierced the heart of Dharma Prime Minister!

Before the formation was formed, a bloody hole was clearly visible on Tang San's heart!

With Tang San seriously injured, the mighty magic circle was interrupted!

Tang San looked at Zi Jun with a shocked expression, and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out.

"You... are humble..." With a look of unwillingness, Tang San's body quickly fell into the ruins.

Bang~!

The 10,000-meter-high blood-colored dharma form disappeared between heaven and earth, and Anluo Cult Leader! Tang San fell!

"I'm sorry, you held back your ultimate move for too long. I can't wait any longer. Rest in peace..."

Withdrawing his magical power, Zi Jun stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back.

Looking up, the afterglow of the setting sun is already shining on the earth.

The sad autumn wind blew Zijun's silver-white hair.

The soul of the former enemy has returned to Jiuquan. Looking back on the world, there is no rival on the mainland...

He opened his five fingers and sucked the creation godhead in Tang San's body into his hand.

Looking at the blood-stained godhead, Zi Jun felt neither happy nor worried.

"Who is controlling all this?" Zijun murmured to himself after putting away the godhead.

The experience along the way made the uneasy feeling in his heart become clearer and clearer.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for slaying the evil demon!" King Easton flew behind Zijun and congratulated him.

Turning to look at the three weapon spirits, Zijun took back the Creation Throne and asked.

"Although the Throne of Creation is one with the three of you, I have a way to escape and let you be free. I wonder if you can...!"

Before Zijun finished speaking, the three weapon spirits knelt in the air and answered in unison.

"We wish to follow the Lord forever and ever!"

(End of chapter)