5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 964
"Isn't a world lord already dead? Jiangling can kill him, but we can't kill him?" The woman whose face was shrouded in mist smiled lightly.

"Then come and try it, you can't kill it."

The world lord's robe of the world lord suddenly spread out, turning into stars all over the sky, lighting up the entire sky.

"He will do this too?"

Jiang Ling looked at the sky with great interest.

Dealing with the vitality of heaven and earth has always been Jiang Ling's specialty, but he did not expect that the world master is also proficient.

Jiang Ling tried to mobilize energy, and found that the connection between the mind and the vitality of heaven and earth had to be bypassed by a large distance, that is to say, the sky above Jiang Ling and the others was covered by the world lord.

"Since there will be a battle between the two worlds, it is better to resolve some threats in advance."

Another male detachment said coldly.

"That's what I want to say too." The World Master also had a cold face.

Bickering is not a patent for low-level monks. Transcendence also likes bickering and bragging, but their bragging techniques are more learned.

"boom."

The two sides didn't like each other, so they fought on the spot, completely ignoring Jiang Ling.

"Something went wrong. People from the Witch Clan appeared in the Feixian Empire."

When several detached people were fighting, Skynet's voice rang in Jiang Ling's mind.

"Witch Clan?" Jiang Ling's pupils contracted a few times.

The strength of the witch clan is very strong, among other things, the twelve ancestor witches alone have the power to sweep the world.

"How many Wu Clans are there, and which area are they in?" Jiang Ling hurriedly asked about Skynet's secret thread.

The last time the Wu Clan traveled to another dimension, Jiang Ling treated the Zu Wu very badly and offended the Wu Clan to death.

"Here we come." Skynet replied.

"Woooooo."

Amidst the terrifying ghost cries, a strong Yin Qi struck, and then a huge, armored ghost floated over. With a wave of his arm, the huge death scythe shone coldly, and slashed at Jiang Ling's neck. down.

"By."

Jiang Ling did not panic in the face of danger, he shouted in his heart, which stimulated the Tianmai of the emperor.

In an instant, a khaki-yellow light floated from Jiang Ling's skin, and the strong defense blocked the sharp death scythe.

"Where did the evil spirit come from?"

There was a golden light in Jiang Ling's eyes, and he punched the scythe with the power of blood and the sharpness of the sky, smashing the huge scythe into pieces.

The powerful force blasted into the evil spirit's body along the sickle, breaking up the evil spirit's body.

"Emperor Feixian's cultivation has improved again, congratulations."

The old and stern voice came from far to near, and a moment later, a tall and thin old man in sackcloth appeared in Jiang Ling's sight.

"Witch clan, wizard." Jiang Ling frowned and looked at the transparent crystal ball in his hand, which contained a thick black mist.

There are roughly three kinds of witches, one is the wizard who controls the soul, the other is the alchemist who controls the power of the elements, and the martial arts with a powerful body.

Fortunately, Zu Wu didn't come over.

A lot of Jiufeng's blood was swallowed up by Jiang Ling, probably still in the weak stage?

But decades have passed since that incident, and he should have recovered. Zuwu's most powerful body is his physical body, and the injury he suffered is a trivial matter for him.

"Who are you? I haven't seen you."

Jiang Ling and the wizard of the Wu clan looked at each other.

"Yin fate." The man told Jiang Ling happily, his face was not covered, but he chose to restrain his breath.

Perhaps it was because of too much contact with the soul, the skin on his face was dry and sallow, a little stronger than skin and bones.

"Is this your name? Yin Ming?" Jiang Ling accurately deciphered these two characters from the waves of his soul.

"Yes."

"A very special name." Jiang Ling looked strange.

"Roar!"

While Jiang Ling was talking to him, a large group of Wu clansmen appeared and rushed into the grassroots battlefield, joining the camp of the spirit world to fight against the army of the Feixian Empire.

"It's irrational for you to do this, do you know? Can't you see that the army of the spirit world is at an absolute disadvantage?"

"That was before, but now that the members of the Wu clan have come, the result will naturally be reversed." Yin Ming said flatly.

"Being more confident than Jiufeng, you won."

"go."

Yin Ming doesn't like to talk, she sits cross-legged in the air, presses her hands on the crystal ball, and touches it lightly.

"Woooooo."

Scalp-numbing crying sounded in various areas, frightening the children in Feixian Empire to howl.

"Whizzing."

One after another shadows floated out of the void, roaring towards Jiangling.

"Let me test your strength."

Jiang Ling directly took out the copper coffin, enlarged it to the size of a mountain, and performed magical powers on him.

As the copper coffin trembled violently, the coffin lid flew out automatically, and then a terrifying suction force came from inside the copper coffin, swallowing part of the floating souls.

Strangely, Jiang Ling didn't sense the soul swallowed by the copper coffin, but felt that it only swallowed a large piece of air.

"Ow!"

When Jiang Ling was puzzled, the ghost's roar suddenly rang out in Jiang Ling's ears, and Jiang Ling, who was caught off guard, was so frightened that his hairs stood on end.

Jiang Ling subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the sound, only to feel the wind blowing over his palm, and then a ferocious grimace was reflected in front of Jiang Ling, looking at Jiang Ling with empty and dead eyes.

Before Jiang Ling could attack, the grimace got into Jiang Ling's body.

At this moment, Jiang Ling felt that his soul was almost being dragged out by external force. Fortunately, the copper coffin spirit suppressed Jiang Ling's soul and stabilized Jiang Ling's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hey, what about that soul, I obviously watched him enter my body, where did he go? Why didn't Jiang Ling find him?"

When Jiang Ling stabilized the soul, he found that the soul was gone.

"Peng."

A huge crystal ball flew over, hit Jiang Ling's chest, and sent Jiang Ling flying.

At the moment of throwing it away, Jiang Ling looked at the crystal ball that was magnified countless times in front of him, and there was only one thought in his mind: Can this fucking crystal ball be used to hit people?
Wizards in movies don't play like that.

"Dug out the heart."

Yin Ming sat cross-legged in the air, calmly commanding Jiang Ling.

"You think I'm stupid?" Jiang Ling sneered disdainfully.

But to Jiang Ling's surprise, Jiang Ling's right hand reached out to his heart involuntarily, five fingers bent into claws, and pierced hard into his heart.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!" Jiang Ling was startled, trying to control his right hand to stop, but he lost control of his arm.

Only now did Jiang Ling develop, and he actually lost control of the parts below the neck.

"It's that soul. He entered Jiang Ling's body and blocked the connection between Jiang Ling's brain and body."

Jiang Ling knew his body well, and understood what was going on almost instantly.

"Get me out!"

Jiang Ling let out a low cry, mobilizing the power of the copper coffin to scan the body from beginning to end.

"Pfft."

But at this time, Jiang Ling's right hand had already broken through the skin and muscles, and pierced into the chest cavity.

"what."

Not long after, Jiang Ling felt his heart being pinched by fingers, and the strong suffocation made Jiang Ling cry out.

"roll!"

It was also at this moment that Jiang Ling found his soul and used the power of the copper coffin to shake him out.

"Woooo."

The soul fled quickly, and before Jiang Ling could make a move, it disappeared from Jiang Ling's eyes, fled into the void, and returned to the crystal ball of Yin Ming.

As Jiang Ling expected, that soul blocked Jiang Ling's brain and body, and allowed itself to form a brain-like organization that was connected to Jiang Ling's torso, thereby replacing Jiang Ling's brain and controlling Jiang Ling.

This method is a bit interesting. If Jiangling didn't have a copper coffin, he would have died in the hands of "myself".

Without the copper coffin, Jiangling is only at the peak Nirvana stage, so Jiangling's defense is not strong, but the attack power is against the sky.

The crystal ball bombarded again, and Jiang Ling pushed the copper coffin back in time.

After several fights, Jiang Ling tested Yin Ming's cultivation base, the peak of the low-level detachment, and he was only a step away from the middle-level detachment.

If it were a weaker low-level detached person, he would have been bombarded to death by the copper coffin.

The strength of wizards lies in the crystal ball. They can manipulate the crystal ball to perform many strange spells. The biggest shortcoming is the defense. Once they are close, they can only be beaten.

Next, Jiang Ling didn't give him a chance, and flew to his side with a wobble, controlling the copper coffin to harass him, while exerting strong physical strength to destroy him.

"The copper coffin is too strong, I'm no match for you." Yin Ming had many wounds on his body from Jiang Ling, and shook his head helplessly.

"I can't kill you, but you can't kill me either." Yin Ming took back the crystal ball.

"I'd like to try it." Jiang Ling couldn't let him go, the Wu clan had a lot of grudges against Jiang Ling, and there was almost no possibility of reconciliation between Jiang Ling and the others, so they killed one to make money.

"I can't beat you, but it doesn't mean no one can beat you."

Yin Ming revealed a mysterious smile.

Sikong Nihong and Yuan Tiangang stood on the city wall, watching the battle between Jiangling and Yinming with great solemnity.

They can't help with killing at this level, they can only watch from the sidelines.

"Are you looking for a helper?" Jiang Ling looked around, but did not see any other detached people.

The transcendents of the hostile forces are busy fighting, and there is no idle time, unless someone is hiding in the void.

"Ah, ah! Roar!"

Yin Ming didn't answer Jiang Ling, but suddenly screamed, the scream gradually turned into a low growl, and the hideous and terrifying cry made Jiang Ling feel bored.

The power of the witch clan is really more terrifying than the soul, can it be normal?

Just call it a helper, and Jiangling won't stop you, who are you trying to scare by making such a noise?

"Thorn."

Yin Ming's sackcloth was torn from the middle, revealing a thin body.

"呲呲."

There was a sound of tearing flesh and blood from inside his body, and then the whole body split apart strangely, causing many people to vomit.

Yin Ming was enduring the pain of Satian, and although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still let out a miserable scream.

Jiang Ling could feel that he had no signs of death, his body was split open, but his vitality did not decline.

"Shh."

A ferocious arm protruded from Yinming's body, and then a second arm stretched out, both hands gripped the edge of the gap, tearing Yinming's body ferociously.

The manic storm rushed out from the split body, and the bloody storm rushed straight to Jiang Ling with unparalleled strength.

Jiang Ling didn't expect Yin Ming to attack suddenly, so he quickly fetched a copper coffin to shield him from the bloody storm.

"Jiangling!"

When the storm collided with the copper coffin, a ferocious and huge arm stretched out from the storm, bypassed the copper coffin, and savagely bombarded Jiang Ling's head.

"Peng."

Jiang Ling felt his head was hit by a heavy hammer, and his whole body was thrown away by the huge force.

"Hahaha, wonderful world, I'm back!"

The bloody gust exploded, and amidst the domineering roar, a strange creature with two green snakes on its feet and two small green snakes around its ears appeared in everyone's sight.

"Ancestral witch."

"No.12 Ancestral Witch, Xuanming who is in charge of rain and killing."

The transcendents who were fighting were startled, they all slowed down their attacks, and looked at Xuanming solemnly.

The insight of the detached people is not comparable to that of Jiang Ling, they recognized Xuan Ming at a glance, and they still know Xuan Ming quite well.

"Oh, this blow is not light." Jiang Ling held his forehead and flew back to his original position.

"Ancestral Witch Xuanming?"

Jiang Ling looked at him in astonishment, and then looked at Yin Ming strangely.

"Were you born by Yin Ming? Was it a caesarean section?"

"What?" Xuan Ming looked at Jiang Ling strangely, he didn't know what "caesarean section" meant.

"You child is so naughty. Other children came out with a slit in the lower abdomen. When you came out, you tore Yinming's entire body apart."

Jiang Ling shook his head and sighed.

"Chichi."

While Jiang Ling was speaking, Yin Ming's body recovered as before, he didn't look like he was injured at all, and his expression calmed down.

"What strange words are you talking about?" Xuan Ming didn't quite understand the special language of the 21st century.

Jiang Ling didn't explain to him, and many people in the field looked at Xuan Ming with weird eyes.

Leaving aside the spiritual world, the vast majority of people here in the world know about caesarean section. They thought Xuanming's appearance was shocking just now, but after Jiang Ling said that, they changed their opinion.

"What kind of tricks are you playing, you treacherous human being." Sensing the strange gazes of the people around him, Xuan Ming's expression changed, and he was a little dazed.

Is there something hanging on your face?
He poked out his consciousness and scanned his whole body quietly, but found nothing strange.

Could it be that the way he appeared was so shocking that it frightened them?
Yes, it must be so!
So the next thing to do is to strike while the iron is hot, use your powerful deterrence to say a few harsh words, suppress the opponent's prestige, and build up your own reputation by the way.

"Xuan Ming, why do you still have the face to come out? Back then, I beat you like that in the different dimension of the Wu Clan, but now you look pretty good."

He opened his mouth and was about to say a few harsh words, but just as he opened his mouth, Jiangling had already let go.

Among the ancestor witches who possessed Jiufeng back then, there was this ancestor witch in front of him, Xuan Ming.

"Wow."

As soon as Jiang Ling finished speaking, the audience was in an uproar, whether it was spiritual practitioners in the spiritual world or monks in the world, all of them stared wide-eyed.

"Is what he said true?" Many uninformed people asked.

"It's true. That battle back then had a wide range of influence, and the famous forces in the entire world were present. Jiang Ling almost sucked up Xuan Ming, and then opened the different dimension of the Wu Clan, and left smoothly."

After a moment of silence, some insiders answered.

It's been so long, many people have forgotten it, and many more people don't even know about it.

After all, in that incident, Jiangling's reputation was too great. If the incident spread, it would be good for the Feixian Empire, but not good for other forces.

So other forces deliberately concealed that matter, and Jiang Ling didn't want to deliberately publicize it, so it gradually faded out of people's sight.

Now that the old matter is brought up again, everyone is excited.

"you..."

Xuan Ming pointed at Jiang Ling, hesitated for a while, but couldn't say a complete sentence.

Originally, he wanted to show off his prestige, but in the end he was disturbed by Jiang Ling.

That incident back then was indeed a big blemish on Xuanming, and it would be with him forever. In the future, whenever someone mentions Xuanming, he will remember that he was almost sucked dry by Jiang Ling.

"Old Ancestor, there is a solution." When Xuan Ming was angry, Yin Ming sent a voice transmission to Xuan Ming.

"Say."

"As long as you dismantle Jiang Ling into pieces and brutally kill him in front of so many people, you will be able to wash away the shame of the past." He said in a dark and cold voice transmission.

"Yes, that's right!" Xuan Ming's dim eyeballs sharpened suddenly.

"You humble human being, let Jiang Ling end your petty life!"

Xuanming roared wildly, turned into a blood-colored storm, and rushed towards Jiangling roaring.

Jiang Ling put away the banter on his face, solemnly urged the copper coffin, poured his strength into the copper coffin, and prepared to fight.

Xuan Ming's physical cultivation is at least at the level of a medium transcendent person. Even if Jiang Ling has a copper coffin in his hand, he may not be his opponent.

Now it is no different than back then, when Xuan Ming just got out of trouble, he was still in a weak state, and could only display the strength of a low-level detached person.

"Dang block...",
The copper coffin grew bigger and collided with the bloody storm, making a dense bombardment sound.

"puff."

Jiang Ling's palm hanging in the air was bloody and bloody from being strangled by the scattered blood storm, and the burning pain invaded Jiang Ling's body.

"It's at least ten times stronger than it was back then."

With just one correct move, Jiang Ling initially sensed Xuan Ming's strength, maybe the current Jiang Ling really can't beat him.

What is the most powerful force in the world?It is difficult to win the result, but if all the strength is cultivated to the peak, then the physical strength is the most powerful.

The most typical example is Pan Gu. The creation of the world is the myth he left to the world, and his physical strength is unparalleled in the world.

And the representative figure in terms of cultivation is Hongjun.

Both Pangu and Hongjun were born in chaos, one is proficient in physical strength and the other is proficient in spiritual power.

But because Pangu had the feat of opening up the world, he overwhelmed Hongjun in the eyes of the world, so everyone would naturally think that Pangu was stronger than Hongjun, and his physical strength was stronger than his spiritual power.

"Roar!"

Jiang Ling roared furiously, and at the same time used the two supernatural powers of sealing the sky and refining the sky.

The magical power of sealing the sky sealed the bloody storm, and then the magical power of refining the sky screamed to burn the bloody storm to refine it.

In the eyes of everyone, bursts of black smoke floated out of the bloody storm, as if Xuan Ming had been injured during refining.

But Jiang Ling didn't feel Xuanming's aura drop, the sky-refining supernatural power at most refined Xuanming's murderous intent, and didn't really hurt Xuanming's body.

"Boom."

The sky was covered with blood clouds, and a shocking coercion descended from the sky, covering the entire battlefield.

"The blood cloud has gathered again, and another detached person has fallen! My God!"

Seeing the blood cloud, the monks' first reaction was that some transcendents had fallen. After all, four transcendents and one palace master had fallen before, and it was normal for more transcendents to fall.

(End of this chapter)