Chapter 18 The Power of God

The Nine-level Heavenly Tribulation Sword is one of Tang Jie's greatest achievements achieved through hard training in the Skyfire Tower.

Even with He Chong's strength, it was extremely difficult to resist this terrifying sword of calamity.

Every time the Golden Bell is attacked by the Heavenly Sword, it will erupt with intense flames. Although it is not as powerful as the main body, its terrifying quantity instantly amplifies the power countless times. In terms of attack power alone, it even exceeds the power of the main body. .

The bolts of lightning and thunder struck He Chong's body like thunder from the sky, forcing He Chong to devote half of his energy to defense.

The result of this was that the attacks from the main body increased instantly, and the three-layered soldiers roared and smashed out rounds of wildly dancing whirlwinds, splitting mountains and mountains, and counterattacked to kill He Chong.

He Chong could no longer hold back, and a look of anger flashed across his face.

He knew that he had no room for delay. The improvement in realm brought by spiritual thoughts would eventually have its limit. Once it could not be maintained and the realm fell, it would no longer be possible for him to be Tang Jie's opponent.

The main body is generally strong and cannot be killed at once. In comparison, the clone is strong in attack but weak in defense, so it is better to kill it first.

Thinking of this, He Chong suddenly turned his head and looked at the clone.

There was no movement, just a flash of lightning between his eyes. In the turbulent storm, a bolt of lightning hit Tang Jie's clone.

This time, using eyes instead of actions is valuable because of speed and unstoppable speed.

Snapped!

The electric light fell on the clone, causing him to fly away. He Chong burst out laughing, even if he got hit with a stick by the main body, it was worth it.

However, the next moment, the clone rolled a few times in the clouds, and then stopped again, as if nothing had happened. Both hands still held the ninth-level Heavenly Tribulation Seal, and endless heavenly knives fell. A round of the Nine Heavenly Tribulation Sword passed by, and another round of release. Tang Jie did not hesitate to use his magic power to attack crazily.

"How is that possible?" He Chong was so shocked that his soul almost flew away.

He knew the power of his attack best, not to mention the spirit ring, even the inner demon stage could not resist it.

The next moment, he saw that the clone was wearing a piece of armor under the torn clothes.

The armor shone with golden light and looked ordinary, with its style somewhat resembling the armor of a god. But He Chong knew that it was definitely not the God Armor.

Ordinary god armor cannot withstand his own blow.

But the blow he just made didn't even leave a mark on this armor.

What exactly is that?

A ray of sunlight shone on the armor, bringing out a dazzling light. At that moment, He Chong finally saw clearly.

"Mica gold!" he screamed.

Unexpectedly, the clone actually wore an armor made of mica and fine gold.

"Not only does he have it, I have it too!" The main body laughed wildly: "Cut it!"

The long-handled machete slashed at He Chong's head again.

"Hey!" He Chong shouted violently and charged forward with his fist raised.

The wind of the fist collided with the light of the sword, and the light of the sword cut through the shadow of the fist, fell straight down, and struck He Chong's arm.

"Ouch!" He Chong let out a hysterical roar, and one of his arms was directly smashed to pieces by the main body's knife.

He retreated crazily, and with the movement of his mind, the lost arm was quickly regenerated. At the same time, the clone in the distance had sacrificed something.

It was a picture, a picture shining with the brilliant light of countless stars.

As soon as this picture came out, it filled the sky and the earth, and countless light pillars surged up, bringing light flames to the sky.

There is the surging golden dragon spear with five claws, the three-legged golden crow that spreads its wings and rises like the sun, the giant ax of a strong man with the head of a bull, the silver whip that is half human and half snake pointing to the sky, and the mandrill and beasts that worship the sun and moon and soar. , there are mountains and giant mountains dancing in the sky and falling, there are divine towers flying around in the sky, there are Ten Thousand Treasure Lotus Platforms with dazzling light, and there are thirteen divine swords that shatter the sky and dance in the starry sky.

The Zhoutian Star Ten Thousand Treasures Formation!

Facing this formation that gathered countless magical weapons to attack in one, He Chong could not sit back and watch, and could only use his thoughts to resist. Just as he conjured up countless means to resist, the impact from the main body reappeared, and the three layers of soldiers broke through He Chong's protective energy like a torrent, smashing half of his body to pieces again.

He Chong desperately repaired amidst the sound of wailing, and his broken body recovered again. The joint attack of the main body and the clone was a relentless pursuit. The clone entangled, the main body attacked, and the clone attacked when the main body defended. One body and two souls, precessing flexibly, there is no one who can cooperate more wonderfully with yourself than yourself.

In this crazy attack, He Chong discovered that the Zifu realm he was so proud of was still no match for Tang Jie.

He shouted in panic: "This is impossible, impossible, I am Zifu!"

"Nothing is impossible." The main body responded coldly: "The soul of the Purple Mansion is condensed/refined like a solid body, and the canopy of the Purple Mansion is like a golden bell. You have the thoughts of the gods to rely on as a soul-protecting bell, but your soul can be condensed /Have you refined it? Without the condensed /refined true soul, how can you control the world!!!"

The roar was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, waking up He Chong's arrogant soul.

Yes, what is the name of Zifu when the soul is not condensed?

His true body is still a transformed soul, and even with the blessing of the gods, it is nothing more than a fake.

"I... am not Zifu after all." He Chong said with a gloomy face.

"Just understand!" Tang Jie responded loudly and rushed over again.

Seeing that he could no longer stop Tang Jie, He Chong said ferociously: "So what if it's not the Purple Mansion? My thoughts as a god are real. Do you think it only has this ability? You are wrong, Tang Jie, god Its power is beyond your imagination!"

Following his roar, the shadow behind He Chong's head suddenly shone brightly.

At this moment, he gave up the practice of protecting himself with the God's Thought, and instead truly released the original power of the God's Thought. Although it was only a single blow, it carried unparalleled majestic power.

The virtual image of Guangfa Tianzun in the sky gradually solidified.

He is like a giant standing tall on the sky and the earth, with a moth crest and feather belt, looking like a god, and holding a book in his hand.

He raised his hand lightly and pointed at Tang Jie.

Ever since, it seemed that the whole world was only left with the power of this finger.

It was as if a huge pillar of heaven was poking into the sky.

At that moment, Tang Jie could clearly feel that if he blocked this finger, he would be shattered to pieces.

Is this one thousandth of the divine power of a god?

One in a thousand has such a huge power, I really don’t know what the real person is doing now.

Looking at the finger falling from the sky like the Optimus Pillar, Tang Jie even looked a little dazed.

Facing such an attack, he felt a sense of resignation deep in his heart.

This finger did not hurt the person, but hurt his heart first, and actually had the power to weaken his fighting spirit.

Seeing this, the firebird's eyes flashed with brilliance, and its body lit up with flames, as if it was considering whether to take action.

Tang Jie's body suddenly surged with fighting spirit, and the supreme power of God that God had placed on him was suddenly broken by him.

Looking at the finger peaks falling from the sky, Tang Jie laughed wildly and said: "Don't be afraid of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting. I will thrust my sword towards the sky. Even if you are the supreme god, it doesn't matter. I will fight with you and kill you." !”

With this killing sound, the clone behind had thrown something, which was the Emperor's Blade.

Tang Jie grabbed the Emperor's Blade with his fourth arm and instantly transformed it into a slender iron rod. With four arms pointing towards the sky, he clenched his fists and mustered up all his strength to stab towards the sky.

charge!

charge!

charge!

With all the fighting spirit and madness, Tang Jie rushed forward and slammed the weapon in his hand on the fingertips that fell from the sky.

The sky suddenly erupted with the strongest air current since the battle.

This air current swirled around the residual clouds, sweeping across all directions. In the surge of air, the mountains were cracked, the ground was shaken, and even the energy shield in the sky erupted into a strong flame produced by the energy impact.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

During the Tang Dynasty, no one rushed, even the fingers of the gods did not move.

After a while, a clicking sound was heard.

That day, a slender crack suddenly appeared at the fingertip of the god.

Then the cracks traveled rapidly, expanded crazily, and quickly spawned countless cracks. In an instant, they were as dense as a spider web and covered the finger surface.

Then the finger began to shatter from the fingertips, piece by piece, piece by piece, and large pieces collapsed and disappeared into the void. Even the statue of that day began to collapse and dissipate into the void. When the collapse continued to the head of the statue of the god, and when it was about to disappear, the firebird in the distance suddenly let out a long neighing sound.

Then that day the virtual image of the god stagnated, and the last image no longer collapsed, but directly turned into a ray of divine light and flew towards the fire bird. The firebird opened its head and swallowed the divine light.

At the same time, Tang Jie's motionless body suddenly shook, and then exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Under the influence of the huge divine power of the God's Finger, all the bones in Tang Jie's body were shattered. Every bone was broken into the most uniform and fine gravel. His flesh and blood were evaporated into mist, and his meridians, hair, and skin no longer existed.

From the perspective of life, Tang Jie's body at this time was already a complete dead person.

But at the moment when he exploded into blood mist, the clone in the distance pointed at the main body, and the main body's shattered body actually began to recover again.

The way of life.

Fortunately, this is a clone. Although the way of life is strong, unless you are the master of life, it is impossible to think of resurrection from the dead.

It's just that Tang Jie is different. He has one soul and two bodies. To a certain extent, one body is only equivalent to half of his life. Therefore, for Tang Jie, resurrection is not resurrection, but reorganization.

Even so, it's not enough.

Fortunately, he also understood the Tao of Yin and Yang, and the first thought of Yin and Yang he comprehended was life and death.

At this moment, with one finger, the cycle of life and death began to turn, and the clone spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the whole person's energy and blood declined accordingly. However, with the help of this finger, Tang Jie cycled through life and death, giving the body a little fire of life, and then used the way of life to expand the flame and reorganize the body.

This is also Tang Jie's biggest trump card for daring to face He Chong.

Even so, with the power of the original body, this resurrection still consumed the clone's hundred years of life. Fortunately, it was just a reorganization. If it were to be reborn from scratch, even if the clone was drained, it would not be possible unless his understanding of the way of life went deeper. The deeper you understand the way of life, the smaller the price of longevity you pay.

At this moment, with the action of the Tao of Life, the blood-colored smoke dissipated, and the image of the original body once again appeared majesticly.

He stepped out of the void and resurrected from death, as if reborn from the ashes, without the joy of resurrection, but with the understanding of the Phoenix's Nirvana.

Looking at his fist, he murmured: "This... is life and death!"

The next moment, a series of eighteen Dao lines appeared across the sky and were imprinted directly into his body.

After Tang Jie experienced a life-and-death transition, his concept of life and death became clearer. This clarity was directly reflected in the fact that he condensed eighteen Yin and Yang Dao patterns in an instant.

At this moment, the main body had just been resurrected and waved to the clone. The clone's body that had just declined was healthy again. This time it was the main body's turn to heal the clone, but it was even easier.

Turning around, Tang Jie said slowly: "Now, what other tricks do you have?"

Without the thought of God, He Chong no longer had the capital to fight against Tang Jie.

He was stunned for a moment and shouted loudly: "No!"

He rushed towards Tang Jie suddenly.

At that moment, there was no life or death, no grudges, only the final counterattack in despair.

At this moment, he no longer thought about victory or being able to kill Tang Jie. He just didn't want to give up out of instinct and habit.

Tian Yueshang gathered a cold sword light in his hand and slashed towards Tang Jie in the turbulent cold wind.

Tang Jie just stood still.

The moment the sword wind hit his body, he raised his hand and punched out.

This punch shook the world, with endless power, and it actually had a bit of the power of the previous God's Finger.

He Chong's Jueyi Heavenly Sword collided with Tang Jie's fist wind, just like the breeze hitting a mountain, and was instantly dissipated. The huge pressure continued to press like a mountain, hitting He Chong.

He Chong closed his eyes and went to die without hesitation.

However, at the moment when the fist wind reached his body, he felt a breeze blowing away from his face. The endless and wild fist wind blew past him without even hurting him for a moment.

"Illusion?" He Chong blurted out. He soon realized that if it was an illusion, it would be impossible to disperse his sword.

But, what kind of magic can shatter the blade without hurting anyone at all?

He Chong was puzzled.

Tang Jie said leisurely: "The way of Yin and Yang is just a little trick of converting reality into reality."

As the tattoos entered his body, Tang Jie was finally able to control his attacks as freely as the Fire Bird. However, compared to the Fire Bird's control, Tang Jie's methods were obviously much more immature and jerky. But even so, In He Chong's eyes, it was already an extremely magical thing.

"The way of yin and yang, the transformation of virtual reality..." He Chong murmured: "So, have you already understood these many great ways?"

Looking at the sky blankly, at that moment, He Chong's heart suddenly became clear.

Lost!

There is no point in struggling anymore, he is completely defeated and there is no hope of recovery.

In fact, he had known this would happen.

The outcome was destined from the moment he entered the secret realm, where Tang Jie controlled everything. He just wasn't willing to give in, and still wanted to struggle, trying to get rid of his destined fate.

However, when failure really came, He Chong felt relieved.

No longer feeling the hesitation, confusion and fear of the past, He Chong just said: "Since I have been defeated, why don't you take action?"

He closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

"Kill you?" As if a giant was looking at the ants at his feet, Tang Jie sneered: "Why should I kill you? If I wanted you to die, you would have died long ago. Killing people does not have to be stronger than you to do it. Yes. To me, you are more valuable alive than dead.”

He Chong was stunned for a while, then he understood and laughed loudly: "You want me to betray the Tianshen Palace? Tang Jie, are you dreaming? If you want to kill me, kill him. If you want me to betray the Tianshen Palace, it is absolutely impossible!"

Tilting his head slightly, Tang Jie showed a disdainful smile: "Tian Shen Palace? Do I need your betrayal to deal with it?"

Turning his hand, Tai Xuan Zhong appeared in the hands of the clone in the distance. Seeing this object, He Chong's whole body trembled: "Xuan Zhong... did he also die in your hands?"

"It's not just him." Tang Jie said coldly: "The Twelve Eagles of Eagle Hall, the two elders of gold and silver, He Yueyang, Li Song, Proud Winged Tiger, Feng Buzhi..."

One by one, resounding names popped out of Tang Jie's mouth. In addition to the two sects of Tianshen Beast Lian, there were also countless small sects in Moqiu. He Chong trembled and shouted loudly: "No, no, this impossible!"

"Impossible?" Tang Jie raised his eyebrows slightly. The clone in the distance had already brought Duan and Deng over, and conveniently picked up the Zhoutian Star Map again. This time, it was not used to attack, but just picked thirteen stars from the map. Point to the cold star.

That is the Thirteen Divine Swords from Wushuang Sword Pavilion.

"All the swords from the Sword Tomb are here. There are more like this..." Tang Jie pointed his finger at He Chong's Tianyue Shang.

The magic weapon shattered into pieces and turned into a bit of gold sand. It fell into Tang Jie's hand. He raised the emperor's blade and the gold sand melted into it. He Chong was stunned to see it.

"So now you should understand that I really don't need you if I want to deal with the Tianshen Palace." As he spoke, Tang Jie changed back to his normal shape, and his blood energy was released, automatically condensing into a red cloak and draped around his body, looking majestic.

"Then what do you want to do if you keep me?" He Chong looked at Tang Jie with wide eyes.

Tang Jie smiled and said: "He Chong, although you are in the soul transformation stage, your strength is considered poor among soul transformations. What you are really good at has never been fighting."

"Array?" He Chong finally understood what Tang Jie wanted.

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