Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

This kind of heavy firepower, equipped with armor-piercing bombs and incendiary bombs, can probably kill even half-step gods.

As for Jiang Tian, ​​although he is very famous in China, he is only at the peak of the Transformation Realm and is too far away from the Divine Realm.

As for Huajing, although Qi can be cultivated into a gang and resist the fire of thermal weapons, it also depends on what kind of thermal weapons.

Generally speaking, even in the peak state of transformation, it can only resist one or several shots from small-caliber thermal weapons, but it is not enough to resist the continuous shooting of such large-scale thermal weapons.

In a word, his energy reserves are limited and there is simply not enough energy to last for such a long time.

"Master Jiang...is he dead?"

Wei Feilong had tears in his eyes.

"How despicable! In this case, the dragon team wearing modern weapons should appear!"

Huo Qingtian gritted his teeth with hatred and clenched his fists until they almost broke.

"Alas, it's a pity that Master Jiang is extremely talented..."

Wei Feilong sighed.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little disappointed with the Dragon Team and Ye Zhantian.

The Emperor's Flower is a spiritual creature born at the northern foot of Mount Everest in China. It should belong to China, but the Dragon Group actually sat back and watched Master Qinglian build a house here for ten years. Now, many powerful people are snatching it, and the Dragon Group has no choice. movement.

"let's go……"

Wu Yingxiong smiled bitterly and shook his head, too lazy to read any more.

In this situation, Ye Zhantian couldn't bear it, let alone Jiang Tian?

Moreover, the opponent has heavy thermal weapons, and he, the Shadow Poison Sect and the Ghost Witch Sect have no strength to compete with him. What's the point of staying here anymore?

"Jiang Taichu's strength is pretty good, but it's a pity that the other party used artillery to blast him. It's a pity..."

The Young Witch God shook his head and shrugged, a little regretful, but mostly gloating.

Perhaps as a young man, he was also a little jealous of Jiang Tian's strength and reputation!

Within a minute, several bullet belts had been fired, and tens of thousands of bullets were fired...

Just when everyone thought that this dispute was going to end, even Black Wing Batu had already stepped on the steaming bullet casings and walked towards the black smoke.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this the power of Minigun? It's not that great, it's like it's tickling me!"

Suddenly, a cold and pitiful voice came out from the black smoke and the monstrous fire.

Immediately afterwards, under the horrified eyes of everyone, Jiang Tian stepped out of the billowing black smoke.

Jiang Tian was seen holding a jade vase in one hand and holding a heavenly sword upside down in the other. He looked relaxed and unscathed, not even a speck of dust on his white shirt.

For a moment, everyone felt their scalps numb, as if they were going to explode.

"Not even a hair was injured, how is this possible!"

Wu Yingxiong's eyes couldn't bulge out of his eyes.

"He is too strong. What kind of cultivation level does he have? Can he be so strong at the peak of Transformation Realm? Can his true energy be so strong?"

The Young Witch God looked at Jiang Tian in disbelief, feeling that Jiang Tian was the biggest threat in his life.

"..."

Ying Wusheng remained silent, but his slightly trembling hands still revealed his shock and shock at this time.

"Master Jiang is not dead, he is so strong!" Wei Feilong burst into tears and laughed, almost jumping up with excitement.

"I'm afraid Master Jiang has already got a glimpse of the truth behind the divine realm!" Huo Qingtian suddenly thought of a possibility and couldn't help being shocked.

"This, how is this possible!"

At this moment, Master Qinglian screamed as if his anus was suddenly erupted.

Even the most powerful heavy machine gun in the world can't kill him. Could it be that he is...half-step to the divine realm?

"Fire the cannon!"

Black Wing Batu's eyes were dull and he was scared out of his mind, but the next moment he screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Yes, in this case, we can no longer think about the emperor’s daughter. It’s important to get rid of Jiang Tian first to save our lives!

However, Jiang Tian had already moved one step ahead of them. His figure shot straight into the sky like a bolt of lightning.

"Glimpse!"

Jiang Tiantian would give them a chance to use his body skills, and his body climbed steadily, reaching ten meters in the air in an instant. Then, without giving the pilot a chance to aim and fire, he slashed down with his sword in the air.

Tsk!

As if a huge black lightning flashed in the sky, the cockpit of a helicopter was cut off directly, and then the helicopter lost power and crashed into a mountain peak like a headless fly.

Jiang Tian didn't even look at the plane. He struck out with his sword again, and a sword light about ten meters long swept out.

With a roar, another helicopter exploded, turning into pieces of scrap metal and falling down. The propellers swept rocks flying across the mountains, shaking the mountains.

Black-winged Batu's eyes were about to burst, his flesh ached, and his heart was bleeding.

These two helicopters were worth tens of millions of dollars, and they were his favorites, but now they were destroyed by two swords.

But now, he had no time to feel distressed. He flapped his wings and turned into a stream of light, flying towards the south road of Mount Everest.

"This Jiang Taichu is so powerful. He has the strength to overwhelm Southeast Asia. I'm afraid only Master Wang Chongyan can kill him!"

As he ran for the road, he screamed and howled in his heart, and at the same time secretly said: "You must report to the president quickly and eradicate this kid, otherwise, the Xingzhou Association may be destroyed!"

His movement was comparable to the speed of sound, and he could fly hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye.

But suddenly, his figure stopped abruptly, and he saw a figure standing proudly in the void in front of him.

"Can you run?"

Jiang Tian snorted disdainfully, and his body passed through a shadow and bumped into him.

"ah!"

Black-winged Batu rushed left and right but did not dodge. He screamed when he was hit, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell down like a rag doll.

"go to hell!"

laugh!

Jiang Tian was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. True energy was poured into the black sword of heaven, and he swept across with one sword like mercury pouring down the ground.

A bright sword beam was ten meters long, sweeping across and directly flying the head of Batu in black, who was falling rapidly.

Jiang Tian turned over like a kite and landed on the ground from a height of ten meters. Holding a bloody sword in his hand, his eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife. He looked at the horrified Master Qinglian standing alone on the snow and said in a deep voice:

"Bald thief, it's your turn now!"

"Master Jiang, this poor monk is so blind that he doesn't know the mountains. I didn't expect that a powerful being like you would appear in Chinese martial arts!"

Master Qinglian suppressed his composure, surrendered, and said respectfully: "That's all, the old and poor monk is willing to bow down, and is willing to shake hands with you and make peace. I will give you this emperor's flower! From now on, the poor monk will never step into China again. !”

"Humph, thief bald, you must have made a mistake!"

Jiang Tian's face was calm, but his eyes became colder and colder, and he said with a mocking look on his face: "Just now when you joined forces with them to attack me, you called me a devil and called me a murderer, but you didn't even think of shaking hands. Make peace! Well, now that the Zen staff is broken and the rosary beads are shattered, you, an old bald ass, know enough to admit defeat and beg for mercy. You are really a wallflower!"

He dragged the bloody Heavenly Sword and approached Master Qinglian with an indifferent expression. The blood fell on the ground drop by drop, leaving trails of bright red, like plum blossoms opening in the cold.

"It's a pity that I, Jiang Taichu, never do stupid things like letting the tiger return to the mountain, and I also know the principle of eradicating evil by cutting the grass and roots!" Jiang Tian said indifferently.

"Master Jiang, why are you so aggressive? I know you are the top martial arts master in China, but my Tianzhu Buddhist sect also has many masters!"

Master Qinglian's face was slightly stern, and he was fully alert, and then he said angrily: "There are more than tens of millions of my disciples and believers? If you dare to kill me today, you will face their bloody death-"

"You talk too much, go to hell!"

Jiang Tian sneered, wow! With a sound of earth, the black sword from heaven swung down like a bolt of thunder.

There was a chirping sound, and the sword light flashed through the void like a river of stars falling from the sky.

"Villain, how dare you-"

Master Qinglian roared angrily, but before his hands could even form the Buddha Seal, he suddenly became stiff and motionless.

After being still for three seconds, there was only a crash. In the surging waves of blood, Master Qinglian's body split into two, and his body and steaming internal organs fell to the ground.

The fifth most powerful monk in Southeast Asia and the most eminent monk in India, Master Qinglian, is dead!

…

At this moment, the whole place was completely silent, leaving only the sound of falling snowflakes and the howling wind.

The ice and snow were stained with blood, and mutilated limbs and corpses were piled on top of each other. The entire summit of Mount Everest was in a mess, with torrents of blood rising into the sky, like a Shura hell.

Everyone stared blankly at Jiang Tian, ​​who was walking in a pool of blood like a demon, with shock written all over their faces.

Jiang Tian fought against many masters in Southeast Asia by himself, and unexpectedly made a comeback, beating them all with heavy machine gun fire, and killing them all.

Standing on the top of the mountain, all the strong men surrendered, his grace was peerless!

If this spreads out, I'm afraid it will shock the world's powerful people and make even Wang Chongyan of the Sin Chau Chinese Association fearful.

"Wu Yingxiong, I ruined your grandson's cultivation, do you still want to take revenge?"

Suddenly, Jiang Tian glanced over indifferently.

Plop! With a sound, Wu Yingxiong directly knelt down on the ground, worshiped, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Jiang, this disciple has realized his mistake! It is his honor and the honor of my Wu family for you to discipline that waste for me!"

"Hiss——!" Everyone couldn't believe it, and Wu Yingxiong was suppressed by him.

Wu Yingxiong dominates the southwestern region of Yunnan and Guizhou. He can be called a powerful force. He can be tied with Huo Qingtian and can even suppress Zhao Yuankun. Hong Tianzhao, Wei Shuofeng and Xu Zhenlei are not worth mentioning compared with him.

But after he saw Jiang Tian's overwhelming power today, he just felt that Jiang Tian was a giant beast from the wild, and he was like a little white rabbit in front of Jiang Tian, ​​not enough to fill his teeth.

"Very good, you understand the truth..."

Jiang Tian walked all the way with his hands behind his back.

Many strong men looked fearfully and retreated, leaving a way.

"Ying Wusheng, right?"

Then, he looked at Ying Wusheng with indifferent eyes, and a faint pressure suppressed him.

"What are your orders, Master Jiang?"

Ying Wusheng was suppressed to the point where it was difficult to breathe. He took two steps back. He couldn't help but feel frightened in his heart. His face became stern, and he quickly bowed and clasped his fists respectfully.

At this time, he saw Jiang Tian's powerful cultivation and magical powers, but he felt that his little skill of poisoning and raising poison was like a clown in front of Jiang Tian, ​​which was not worth mentioning at all, and could not hurt Jiang Tian in the slightest.

And Jiang Tian could kill himself by raising his hand.

"Do you have any objection to me taking this Emperor's Flower?" Jiang Tian asked with a faint smile.

"Of course I don't have any objections. Master Jiang took this magical medicine as everyone expected!"

Ying Wusheng has a cold and arrogant personality, but at this moment he couldn't be cold and arrogant at all when facing Jiang Tian. He was afraid that Jiang Tian would raise his hand and kill him, so he knelt down and trembled.