Chosen Man
One Blow
Before entering the temple, his spiritual power had detected the presence of a ghost cultivator in the temple.
“I never expected to actually meet a cultivator in this remote mountain range. It's really rare.”
At the temple, the old priest Chang held a prayer beads in his hands and looked at Feng Zun who was walking step by step into the temple. Despite the confusion between his eyebrows, he was not afraid at all.
Feng Zun sized up Reverend Chang and said nonchalantly, "Mystical Jade comes from your hand?"
His attitude caused reverend Chang to frown a little, and then he said, “It looks like there is a misunderstanding here. If I have offended you in any way, then I will apologize to Fellow Dao first, and I hope Fellow Dao can be generous. Otherwise, if we fight in the end it is not good for anyone.
As he spoke, he bowed slightly, cupping his fists.
Feng Zun could only sneer. "Who do you think you are to talk to me about the word 'friend Dao'?"
A green light flashed on the face of Priest Chang as he slowly straightened his body. A cold and terrifying aura emanated from his body.
His turbid eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty and sinister gleam as he stared at Feng Zun, who was standing before the entrance of the Mountain God Temple.
"If someone respects me, I will respect them more. Friend, are you sure you don't want to give me a face. and turn today's misunderstanding into friendship?"
Feng Zun laughed and said, "Your face is not even more valuable than some banknotes. Are you worthy of being my friend?"
"All right."
Reverend Chang smiled as well. With a wave of his arm, a blood-red light shot out.
Bang out!
The Buddha statue behind him collapsed with a loud sound, and at almost the same time, a bone covered in a gray aura shot out from within the statue.
Reverend Chang reached out his hand and grabbed the bone blade.
The bone bar was only two feet long, as white as snow and translucent. As soon as he held it in his hand, Reverend Chang raised his hand and activated.
The gray sword energy shot out like a bolt of demonic lightning. His strength was even stronger than that of Immortal cultivators.
But in Feng Zun's current eyes, such cultivation and tricks were truly unsightly.
Bang out!
Feng Zun flicked his finger and the ash ash qi sword energy vanished just like that.
Priestess Chang's eyes shriveled when he saw this.
Feng Zun asked, "Tell me, why are you using the Mystic Jade to harm ordinary humans? It should be that ghost cultivators like you, who have started the path of cultivation, should not do such evil things."
The priest did not answer. His figure suddenly moved.
Bang out!
In the blink of an eye, the skinny and stooped figure of Reverend Chang suddenly became mighty like a mountain. The muscles in his body protruded like rocks while his eyes were flushed red, and a terrifying qi spread out.
A slash!
As reverend Chang exerted his strength, the two-foot-long bone blade in his hand suddenly exploded with a large amount of grey blade light followed and a crescent-like slash was seen.
Then, he stepped on the ground and slashed towards Feng Zun.
Bang out!
Blood soared into the sky, and along with the gray and hazy qi slash energy that flowed down like a waterfall, it made a terrifying scene that looked like a blaze of flames.
This slash was more than twice as powerful as before!
If it were any other Immortal Stage cultivators, they would probably not dare to bear the might of this attack.
However, in Feng Zun's eyes this matter was truly laughable.
"You're overestimating yourself!"
His sleeves fluttered, raising his palms to form a seal.
It was an ordinary technique, yet when the brilliant green fist prints soared high in the sky, it was like an ancient mountain of gods pressing down.
Bang out!
The shadow of blood and sword qi covering the sky was shattered by this punch, and a rain of light swept out in all directions.
Bang out!
On the other hand, the strength of the fist did not decrease in the slightest, and it directly crashed into the body of Reverend Chang. His 30m tall figure instantly emitted a muffled sound from the shattered bones. In the end, he was made to his knees by this fist strike.
His entire body was in tatters, some of his skin and flesh were split apart, blood was flying everywhere.
After which, the entire temple rumbled as it began to collapse and turn into ruins upon encountering such a clash of strength.
One punch was enough to suppress this strong old ghost cultivator!
In the courtyard, Yin Ying, who was about to make a move, could not help but be stunned upon seeing this.
The ghosts hiding in the shadows of the spruce trees all trembled in fear and remained silent in fear.
The punch seemed to have come from an immortal being in the sky, and it was terrifying!