I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

"Ghost palm!"

In the mind, a ghostly hell appeared.

The sky is like blood, and the bones are like mountains.

next moment.

Unparalleled suction burst out from the blue palm.

"Hey, supernatural martial arts."

High above.

Seeing the scene where the divine pattern suddenly disappeared just as it was about to bombard Gong Ziliang's head.

There was a trace of surprise on the god's face.

But soon, the expression of God Venerable returned to calm.

It's just a supernatural martial skill, so it's not enough for him to put it in his eyes.

The rules and martial arts are about the same.

But don't say that Gong Ziliang is only in the realm of refining gods now.

Even if it is the existence of the lower tenth rank, it is not so easy to comprehend a law.

at this time.

Under the deity, Xing Feng, who was wrapped in golden light, unexpectedly woke up at some point.

Seeing Young Master Liang who was standing in front of the palace, refusing to give in with the breath of a god, he said with difficulty: "Brother Liang, hurry up..."

Gong Ziliang's strength has always been a mystery in his eyes.

It was easy to deal with the old man who had taken the Mo Ni Dan and others before.

Later, in order to buy time for them, Gong Ziliang used himself as a bait to bring Lin Anruo into Qiyun Mountain.

Originally, Xing Feng thought that it would be impossible for Gong Ziliang to escape from the hands of the demon envoy who knew the sea.

But the final result was that Gong Ziliang brought Lin Anruo to the imperial city unscathed.

Although afterwards, Gong Ziliang just told him lightly that he used tricks to lure Mo Wentian into the net, and then used the formation inside to suppress and kill Mo Wentian.

But Xing Feng, as a former great power of the God Realm, didn't know the difference between the Xuanwu Realm and the Sea Consciousness Realm.

Naturally, one can guess how dangerous the process is.

And then, came to the imperial city of the Monet Dynasty.

Gong Ziliang's whole person is like an inexhaustible treasure, and there will be refreshing changes at any time.

to the end.

Xing Feng even wondered if there was an ancient soul hidden in Gong Ziliang's young body.

But the problem is.

This time, what they have to face is a god!

No matter how evil Gong Ziliang's talent is, in Xing Feng's mind, he would never be able to accomplish the feat of killing gods with the power of a mortal.

Unfortunately.

Xing Feng's anxious voice was completely blocked by the golden light.

He couldn't do anything except look at Gong Ziliang worriedly.

On the other hand, God Venerable noticed something and glanced at Xing Feng.

After a mocking glance, the deity turned his head and continued to look at Gong Ziliang, and said, "This deity only strikes casually, and you will have to expend all your strength to survive."

"You are so weak, how can you fight against this deity?"

Hearing the words of the god, Gong Ziliang stretched out his hand, and a big black gun appeared in his hand.

Looking at the Demonic Slayer Spear, a look of emotion finally appeared on the face of the Divine Venerable.

Earlier, in Gong Ziliang's mind, he had seen the life of that demon tycoon.

With a cultivation base of the tenth rank below, he created a law-based martial skill that would overthrow the world.

Such a hero, even a god, would be heartbroken for him.

"Which martial skill do you want to use to deal with this deity?"

"However, can you really use it now?"

The god said with a sneer.

He is very clear about Gong Ziliang's situation.

Leaving aside the cultivation base of the refining gods, it doesn't matter whether it can bear the consumption of the martial skill "Devil's Slaying Spear".

Just the remaining heavenly curses in Gong Ziliang's soul will become a hurdle that cannot be passed.

"You can tell if you need it or not."

Gong Ziliang clenched the gun body tightly, and an aura of destruction began to emanate from his whole body.

Seeing this, the deity frowned, and his two horizontal eyebrows knit together.

He could tell that Young Master Liang was so obsessed with heaven and cursed the riots that he wanted to unleash the magic slaying spear.

"Forget it, let's end it."

Shen Zun shook his head, not planning to give Gong Ziliang this chance.

The golden palm was raised, and for a moment, thousands of divine lines turned into a piece of scriptures, wrapped in the aura of suppressing the universe, and fell towards Gongzi Liang.

At the same time, there are the voices of all beings chanting, sounding from each divine pattern in the scriptures.

After passing into the ears of Young Master Liang, it turned into a life-threatening voice, lingering on his soul.

Young Master Liang's expression changed, it can be said that Shen Zun's move was vicious.

Using the thoughts of all sentient beings, and the curse of the heavens in his soul, formed a pincer attack from inside and outside, making it impossible for him to use the magic slaying spear at all.

"Jizun, you are scared."

Suddenly, Gong Ziliang raised his head, his eyes were nailed to the god's body like a nail.

Hearing the words, God Venerable stared at Gong Ziliang with a cold light in his pupils.

But under the gaze of his divine eyes, Gong Ziliang was clearly on the weak side, and his breath was so suppressed that he couldn't lift his head.

But when the four eyes met, the unyielding, indifferent, and sarcasm shining in Gong Ziliang's eyes gave the deity the illusion that he was about to be melted by Gong Ziliang's gaze.

"You are a god of the lower world, you dare to call the real name of the upper god directly, you should be punished!"

The deity turned into an angry lion in an instant, and the shouting sound from his mouth aroused the depths of the void, and bursts of thunder came, and thunderbolts exploded.

Hearing the deafening thunder, Gong Ziliang had a strange look on his face, pointed at the god and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Ji Zun, you are really scared!"

"Would a majestic god be afraid of me as a mortal?"

"Then, are you afraid of this thing?"

Amidst the loud laughter, a length of three feet six inches and five cents, representing a year and three hundred and sixty-five days of the wooden whip, was held by Young Master Liang in his hand.

next moment.

Under the horrified eyes of the gods, Gong Ziliang waved lightly.

Immediately, the deity saw that the eighty-four seals on the divine whip erupted with a golden light a thousand times stronger than those divine patterns.

Wherever it passed, those divine patterns exploded and turned into golden light, which was absorbed by the symbol of the whip.

"This is... the magic whip?"

"Where did you get this thing?"

The eyeballs of the gods almost popped out of their sockets, and the voice that came out of his mouth was so sharp that it was about to break the limit.

It's not that the gods are making a fuss, it's really the terrible reputation of the god whip in the god world, which is too terrifying.

Just like the four fierce swords in the fairy world, any high-ranking fairy will tremble three times reflexively when he hears the name.

Gong Ziliang didn't even bother to answer God's question.

The reason why he didn't take out the magic whip as soon as he came up just now was because he had the idea of ​​trying his own level.

As a result, with all the means, he couldn't even touch a single hair of the god.

The aggrieved, coupled with the anger at the deity treating those monks as blood food, all broke out at this moment.

Holding the magic whip, Young Master Liang arrived in front of the god in a blink of an eye, as if entering a land of no one.

Without using any martial arts, Gong Ziliang swung his whip at the god with pure physical strength.

"Snapped!"

When Shen Zun saw Gong Ziliang take out the magic whip, he was already scared to death.

After yelling that sentence, he stayed where he was.