Chapter 865: The Chaotic Golden Body, Death and Annihilation...

The gates of the Tushita Palace were wide open.

Thump thump—!

With two steps, the heavens and earth trembled.

It only takes the blink of an eye to get from the Tushita Palace to the South Heavenly Gate.

Chen Huai'an squinted, gazing at the colossal figure towering above the sky, whose body seemed to shatter even the clouds of the nine heavens.

"This is the appearance of Laozi?!"

He looked at the saint.

I only felt mockery.

The one who walks is a fairy, a god.

He was ten thousand feet tall, with hair as white as the Milky Way and a beard as thick as a pine tree.

His left cheek was kind, his right cheek was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth were raised and lowered, as if he were both crying and laughing.

No matter how many emotions were contained on that aged face, it was always shrouded in gray mist, making the official appear even more ferocious.

In his hand he was carrying not a whisk, but a flat cane that seemed to crush all the heavens.

"evil creature."

Lao Jun spoke.

The sound was flat, yet it shattered the thousands of floating peaks outside the South Heavenly Gate.

"Kill my Dharma body, destroy my precious furnace."

"Your bones are much tougher than those of that monkey back then."

Chen Huai'an stood on the ruins, looking up at the towering, sun-obscuring Buddha statue.

He was as insignificant as a grain of sand.

But he smiled.

His lips parted in a wide grin, revealing gleaming white teeth, and in his golden-red eyes flickered a madness that would dazzle even a saint.

"Hard, hard..."

Chen Huai'an stomped his foot, causing the ground to crack, and his figure transformed into a golden-red streak of light, soaring straight into the sky.

"Why don't you... try knocking on it?!"

boom!

Boxing.

Behind Chen Huai'an, phantom images of the Ancestral Dragon and the Heavenly Demon appeared. The Ancestral Dragon coiled its body, and the Heavenly Demon roared angrily.

So what if the opponent is a saint?

You typed it incorrectly!

This punch, imbued with the force of wind and thunder, struck directly at the face of the image of Laozi.

Laozi remained indifferent, raising his colossal, sky-covering hand and bringing it down.

The power of heaven and earth was concentrated in this palm strike. It seemed ordinary, yet it was as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down on you.

Bang—!!!

Fist and palm meet.

The sea of ​​clouds in the Nine Heavens collapsed instantly, revealing the pitch-black void beneath.

Chen Huai'an's figure fell like a meteorite, piercing through the clouds and crashing heavily into the earth.

The ground cracked open, into that deep, bottomless crater.

puff.

Fresh blood gushed out.

His right arm was shattered, his sternum collapsed, and half of his body was a pile of mud.

Such is the power of a sage.

In just one encounter, he was seriously injured.

but……

"That's all."

Lao Jun snorted coldly, about to withdraw his attack.

But then, in the deep pit, a mass of flesh and blood, resembling rotten mud, was writhing wildly, enveloped in chaotic energy.

Click click click.

Bones grow, flesh and blood regenerate.

Three breaths.

Chen Huai'an stood up unsteadily.

Apart from being pale, his body was completely unharmed.

"Hehehe..." Chen Huai'an mechanically twisted his neck, which had just been reattached, raised his head, and stared coldly upwards at the Nine Heavens: "Old man, I have to thank your Eight Trigrams Furnace for giving you a good body. Your Eight Trigrams Furnace's divine fire is really too nourishing!"

Which pot to open and which pot to bring up?

What angered Laozi the most was that his Eight Trigrams Furnace was shattered.

Hearing Chen Huai'an say this, his face darkened even more.

"You're asking for death! A mere demonic body, and you're already so smug?!"

He raised his crutch, and the Great Dao symbol flowed.

"Since your physical body is destroyed, then I will sever your soul."

Buzz—

Laozi's brow split open, revealing a vertical pupil.

The vertical pupils of the gaze fell coldly on Chen Huai'an, and an invisible rule transformed into a sharp sword, ignoring the physical body and slashing straight at the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Great Dao destroys the gods.

Chen Huai'an felt a chill in his mind.

The blade is already positioned above the soul.

"roll!"

Chen Huai'an roared.

Deep within his soul, the sword of the heart, honed countless times, suddenly came out of its sheath.

Clang—!

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, sword energy surged and crisscrossed.

The sword blade formed from the saint's will was chipped by this sword of the heart, and then exploded.

Lao Jun let out a muffled groan, and a drop of crimson blood dripped from the vertical eye between his eyebrows.

He failed to slay the soul of this ant.

Instead, they got bitten.

"Very well, very well, I never imagined that you, a mere ant, would have such an extraordinary understanding of the way of the sword!"

"Interesting! So interesting! Hehehe!"

Laozi was so angry that he laughed, and the sound of his laughter shook the tiles of the Lingxiao Palace, causing them to fly off.

"Kill them? Annihilate them?"

"Then let's see how many moves you can withstand!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

The flat cane fell like raindrops.

With each strike, the entire world seemed to sink a little deeper.

The flat cane, carrying wind and thunder, pierced the heavens, causing space to shatter.

Chen Huai'an was like a piece of stubborn iron placed on an anvil, being flattened again and again, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and then being reassembled in chaos time and time again.

The pain was so intense it made me numb.

But the fire in his eyes burned ever brighter.

"Ahem... This little thing?"

Chen Huai'an climbed up from the pool of blood once again, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

He saw that the 눕 had arrived.

This old bastard has temporarily killed himself.

Since he killed her...

Chen Huai'an turned his head abruptly.

Those crimson-gold eyes looked past Laozi and towards the distant clouds above, where a group of high-ranking immortals and Buddhas were watching the show.

That moment.

The immortal's heart stopped when he was stared at.

늀 trembled as if locked on by a natural enemy.

"Heh heh! You old fool, you killed Nō-zō, what about Nō-zō…"

Chen Huai'an licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his hand hummed and vibrated.

"But I'm going to kill all these gods and immortals!"

brush--!

He twisted his body and instantly stood in the line of immortals, behind one of them.

That was a celestial being.

Sensing the terrifying aura behind him, the Deity's face paled, his lips trembled, and he slowly turned around.

However, before he could fully turn around...

Snap!

A hand had already pressed down on his forehead from behind.

"You bunch of lackeys, you're as good as dead!"

Behind the Deity, Chen Huai'an was shrouded in chaotic energy, revealing only a pair of bright red-gold eyes. The arm that was pressing down on the immortal's head had strands of Dao runes flowing on its skin, like twisting golden characters.

A maniacal smile curled at the corner of his lips: "You're all dead! You'll be my food!"

Buzz—!

The chaotic energy surged down.

The deity didn't even have time to react before being swallowed up by chaos.

Within two breaths, the chaotic energy returned to Chen Huai'an's body.

His aura was noticeably stronger than before.

Now that the Heavenly Demon Art has devoured so many immortals, it has already been pushed to a terrifying level.

Chen Huai'an also asked what kind of realm 놊눕来 is.

It doesn't matter, as long as I can kill these lackeys.

Anything is fine!

With the death of the God of Destiny, chaos ensued.

"Okay!!"

"Run! That madman is coming!!"

The immortals, who were originally cheering for Laozi, were suddenly thrown into a panic.

But they are fast.

Chen Huai'an was faster.

"The second one."

Chen Huai'an is now behind a powerful ghost king holding a golden gourd.

A flash of sword light.

The golden melon, which was supposed to be a ghost king, was neatly cut in half.

"The third one."

The sword swept across.

The three who tried to join forces to resist the Heavenly General had their protective divine light shattered, and their heads flew into the sky.

Slaughter.

Chen Huai'an's sword moves are the simplest: chopping, slashing, and thrusting.

With every sword strike, an immortal perishes.

Every sword strike leaves a splatter of blood.

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