Chapter 1953: I died terribly

Zishanhou always thought that he was the biggest beneficiary in this battle.
Use the Hall of Demons to crush the princes, sweep away the Eastern royal family, and ascend the position of the Nine-Five Supreme, overlooking the world, standing on top.
When the day comes to the throne, the resources you control are not trivial. There are many bargaining chips that can be exchanged with the Shenzong Holy Land. Is it the same as the original promise with the Pantheon Temple, the Pantheon Temple is the state religion, and the leader is respected? said.
Although the Hall of Demons is strong, it is a demonic force after all, and is quite guarded and hostile by the human race.
Moreover, compared with the Holy Land Shenzong, the strength is even worse.
At that time, he can fully use the contradictions of the human race and the monster race to tell the magnate of the Holy Land Shenzong to take action and obliterate the Pantheon Temple. It is not difficult.
However, he did not expect that Demon Emperor Han Guang would be his enemy of life and death, Dongfang Jie.
He was just a shit-stirring stick used by Dongfang Jie.
Flying birds do their best to hide in their bows, and sly rabbits cook. Of course Zishanhou understands this truth. The day he overthrew the Eastern Royal Family was also his death date!
This has made him extremely sad.
However, what made him feel sad was Jiang Tian's strength, which made him unexpectedly strong!
Zishanhou had also realized the power of Jiang Tian before, so he chose to assassinate Lin Hanqing first and destroy the line of Zhenyuanhou.
After making Jiang Tian a duckweed with no backing at all, he would gather his strength to kill.
It's just that he never expected that Jiang Tian, ​​such a casual repairer from outside the river from a remote village, would be so powerful!
There were so many deity transforming powers in the Pantheon Hall that could be called giants of the world, and they shot at different locations at the same time, but they all failed.
This kind of peerless killing was resolved by Jiang Tian.
"How can there be such a person in the world? He is afraid that he is the reincarnation of the Nine Heavens Immortal!"
Zishan Hou realized sadly that he had chosen the wrong opponent. It wasn't that Zhenyuanhou was wrong, but that Jiang Tian was around Zhenyuanhou.
If he was given a chance to make another choice, no matter how deceptive the Pantheon Palace was, he would never choose to stir up a storm, and would never get rid of Zhenyuanhou. Among the princes, he is already considered strong. His son Ziyunxiao's talent and cultivation base are also good. Three generations are prosperous, and ten generations continue to be no problem.
However, because of his ambition, because of his underestimation, everything was lost.
At this time, he didn't dare to fight again, because even a giant like Niu Ben and an ancient fiend like Jueyuan weren't Jiang Tian's opponent, let alone he. There is only one dead end for negative corners. An attitude of sincerely surrendering and begging for mercy may have a silver lining.
"Hehe, spare you not to die? Give me a reason!"
Jiang Tian smiled coldly, stepped on the void, his posture came out of dust, and he approached the past step by step like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard. His temperament was vast and solemn and sacred, which made Zishanhou's heart palpitations.
"The villain knows all the formations of the Pantheon Palace, the organization and the forbidden law settings, and the many shortcomings of the power of the monster race. Just ask the saint to forgive me, and the villain is willing to tell the truth. The Pantheon Palace is the empire’s major enemy of life and death, and the saints must eliminate them. This information is needed"
Seeing Jiang Tian's intention not to let go, Zishanhou repeatedly pleaded: "I once went deep into the Critical Grand Canyon and saw an ancient relic. It seems that there are rare treasures. Only the villain knows this route."
His thoughts turned, and many thoughts poured in.
He has wealth and resources for cultivation, but he will soon be ransacked. Jiang Tian completely took it. Moreover, even though Jiang Tian is in the realm of Nascent Soul, it is completely the strength of a saint who returns to the Void. To be honest, although he has a lot of resources, he really doesn't have anything useful to the saint of return.
He has many practice classics, many of which can even keep pace with the Royal Purple Qi Donglai Gong. But Jiang Tian can have such a realm, I am afraid that the level of the cultivation technique is higher, and he simply dismisses him.
It seems that he has only this bargaining chip to exchange.
"You don't know as much as I do!"
Jiang Tian took a picture without saying a word.
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This palm was taken, as if the Buddha took the palm of the gods, the pale gold lingered, and it was extremely dense, as if it could crush the world and destroy the stars.
In Zishanhou’s perception, the whole world disappeared quickly, and the whole world was dark, forming a pure black background. In the universe, only Jiang Tian, ​​standing like a and Buddha, and the filled world, seem inevitable. Palm of the hand.
"With a palm covering, it forms the supreme realm, which fixes the matter, vitality, law and even the great avenue. I have no power to escape!"
"Oh, I blame my blindness!"
There was a miserable cry in Zi Shanhou's heart. In the eyes of everyone, he knelt on the spot without a struggle, and even the body with the gods, and even the spirit, let Jiang Tian slap to pieces.
The space seemed to be crushed as thin as a cicada's wings, and the glittering broken bones flew horizontally, full of surging essence and the blood of the vast laws, surging in the sky, and the fluctuations of the laws touched the sky and the earth, causing bursts of thunder.
"The majesty of the saint is superb, I am waiting for the wind!"
"Sage! I'll admire it!"
The princes shrank and knelt on the ground like a quail in the cold wind, their faces pale as paper, without a trace of blood. Jiang Tian just took the palm of his hand and thanked him with ease, as if swatting a fly, but the mystery inside was endless and profound, and even a of transformation could not resist it.
"Oh my goodness!"
Shan Shuihou was not far away, and he only felt that he was smeared with blood and pieces of meat, and there was a faint burning sensation, which was caused by the residual vitality and law.
He touched his slimy hair crown with his hands, but it was surrounded by a law, his vitality was surging, and his eyes were implicated in meridian flesh and blood.
"I died terribly!"
The eyeballs blinked, and a vague sound was made, bitterly bitter.
The transforming is powerful and powerful, capable of rebirth from a drop of blood, and has hundreds of thousands of clones. There was the blood of Zishanhou in this eyeball, and even thinking about it gave birth to a resentful spirit.
"Oh, my god! Hey!"
Shan Shuihou's eyes turned white with fright, and he fainted instantly. His eyes turned white for a while, twitching like an electric shock, foaming on his mouth, with a trace of green, and he was so scared that his courage was broken.
"Ugh!"
Jiang Tian had been repeatedly humiliated by Li Liudao in his previous life, so he hated the Shanshuihou clan.
But now, Li Liudao’s cultivation base was abolished, and Shan Shuihou was so terribly scared, Jiang Tian suddenly relieved, or in other words, didn’t want to care about with Shan Shuihou anymore, just like you go back to kindergarten and face When you bullied your school boss in kindergarten, you would only find it funny, but not arouse hatred.
Shan Shuihou didn't know that in the electric light flint, he was so dizzy that he escaped a catastrophe.
"dead!"
The next moment, Jiang Tian retracted his gaze and his thoughts changed.
Suddenly, the laws of killing followed Zishanhou’s remnant flesh and blood, spreading inch by inch, even his broken bones, blood and even the fragments of the soul were burned into blue smoke and ashes, and completely dissipated from this world. Turn into nothingness.
One of the top ten masters of the empire, Zishanhou, Shen Hegu, has fallen!
"Sage, I am waiting to surrender!"
Zishanhou's army was completely disintegrated, and many fighters with Jindan strength worshipped the void, without the slightest heart of resistance.
"father!"
At this time, a scream came from the army.
It was Zishanhou's son. Ziyunxiao screamed when he saw his father died completely.
"Jiang Siqing, if I return to the top, I will swear to kill you!"