Dragon Vein Martial God

In the face of Fan Lin's denial, the woman waved her life card in her hand... In her hands... And most people thought that the life token had been broken so cleanly. It must be that Jiang Ting was no match for him, and that Jiang Ting was no match for him at all. The only one who could not fight back was the Soul Transformation.    

    

"Rules cannot be broken. No matter who breaks the rules, they must die." A child's voice sounded.    

    

In an instant, the few Soul Formation Stage cultivators who were still talking turned their heads... A young boy and child who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old hurriedly bowed.    

    

Even the Nascent Soul Stage cultivators revealed some restraint.    

    

The person who looked like a child was called Xiao Ming. Jiang Ting had once seen the Purple Frost Sect's Nascent Soul Stage Three existence in the Demon Sealing Secret Realm.    

    

He saw everyone's gazes.    

    

Xiao Ming looked at Daoist Fresh Breeze and said, "Since he is your disciple, you must have forged his identity token. Before the life token was broken, was there anything strange about it? "    

    

"In recent years, Jianming Hall has reported that many strange things have happened within the territory. I am currently discussing with the leaders of the other powers from afar."    

    

After a pause, Daoist Fresh Breeze revealed an unsightly expression. "I received his message, but I didn't have the time to be distracted... Unexpectedly, the message flashed for a moment before it was cut off. The token that I personally forged was also destroyed."    

    

It was precisely because he sensed that the token that he had refined had been destroyed that he hurriedly suppressed the miscellaneous matters and directly came here...    

    

At the end of his words, Daoist Fresh Breeze suddenly thought of something. "Zhu Yuan... He should have gone to look for Zhu Yuan. Immediately send a message to Zhu Yuan!"    

    

He was certain that Jiang Ting had left the sect earlier to look for Zhu Yuan and prepare to trade for Flower Tide Sand...    

    

...    

    

In the turbulent space.    

    

Jiang Ting wasn't dead yet.    

    

He didn't know that his life token had been broken, much less that... The Purple Frost Sect had all thought that he was dead, and even the third level of the Nascent Soul stage had been alarmed. It was even unknown whether it was to commemorate his talent or to uphold the rules. He had already said that whoever attacked him would die.    

    

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Dense raindrops like sounds were echoing at an extremely terrifying speed.    

    

Countless spatial turbulence continuously swept past Jiang Ting. The gift from the Ice Flame Scarlet Dragon had blocked the spatial turbulence.    

    

However, it could not hold on for long!    

    

Jiang Ting could see that cracks began to appear on the scale armor at a speed visible to the naked eye.    

    

Once the armor shattered, even ten lives wouldn't be enough for him to die!    

    

If it was anyone else, they might only be able to panic right now, not knowing how to deal with this.    

    

However, Jiang Ting... even though he didn't have the enlightenment and ability of his past life, he still had the memories of his past life, and knew how to deal with the turbulent flows of space.    

    

Fight?    

    

This was the worst way to describe it, and he couldn't stop it either.    

    

There was only one choice. He would immediately use a terrifying attack to forcefully tear open a gap in the vicinity and leave the chaotic streams... As for the reality outside the chaotic streams, that was no longer important.    

    

In any case, the outside world that he was currently facing was no longer the same as the area around Emperor Zenith Palace... the chaotic streams of space, the word 'chaos', represented disorder.    

    

Now that he had broken through the turbulent flow and appeared in the Endless Sea, or even in other worlds, he wasn't surprised at all.    

    

When he thought of this, he sat down!    

    

"With a single thought, Heaven and Earth will change...." Jiang Ting instantly formed a seal and unleashed the most powerful Immortal Art, the Immortal Art.    

    

However, as soon as he unleashed it, he realized that the consumption of the Immortal Art had reduced his mind.    

    

Shadows descended and gathered... before they could display their power, they were torn apart by the turbulent current.    

    

How could it be so weak?    

    

As soon as his doubts rose, he understood the reason... Spatial turbulence didn't exist in reality, and there was no Heaven and Earth energy here.    

    

The power of Immortal Arts was powerful, but it was largely due to the augmentation of the force of the Heavens and Earth. There was no force of the Heavens and Earth here, so it could not be augmented... Therefore, its power was naturally somewhat low.    

    

He could no longer count on the Immortal Arts.    

    

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Ting summoned the magic sword from his body with a hint of reluctance... If the Immortal Arts didn't work, after pondering for a while, he realized that the most powerful attack he could muster was the magical sword, which had eight layers of spiritual restriction placed on it. However, the surroundings were filled with turbulent spatial currents. If he was not careful... His magical equipment would definitely be damaged, or even completely destroyed!    

    

Using a sword formation?    

    

Although the power of the sword formation was powerful, it was too scattered... With a cultivation base at the peak of the Heaven stage, the scattered power of the sword formation probably wouldn't be able to create a gap for him to escape.    

    

Jiang Ting did not want to waste any more time, so he gritted his teeth and controlled the nine magical swords to fuse into one, turning them into huge swords. He stood in front of him.    

    

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A muffled sound rang out. The huge sword had just slashed out, but it was blocked by the turbulent flow of space, unable to get far.    

    

And perhaps because of the uniqueness of this place, Jiang Ting clearly discovered that the consumption of his magic power was more than three times that of an ordinary time!    

    

He didn't care about the consumption of his magic power. Instead, he stared at the spot where the huge sword passed by... Space was everywhere, and it wasn't anywhere at all.    

    

His sword stood out. No matter where it attacked, it was still in the space.    

    

If the power contained within the magical sword was strong enough, a gap would naturally be torn in the space... However, that slash just now had been blocked by the chaotic streams of space.    

    

Before the sword blade was blocked, wherever it passed... not to mention tearing open a gap in space, it did not even leave a trace in space.    

    

Jiang Ting couldn't help but have an ugly expression on his face. The power of the Immortal Art had been reduced. In this place, the most effective way to attack was to combine the huge sword into one. The power of one side was the highest.    

    

However, it couldn't do anything to the space. If that was the case... even if he used all of his techniques, he wouldn't have any hope of tearing open a gap and leaving.    

    

Hidden under the ugly face was a mind that was spinning at maximum speed. Many possible ways to solve this problem had been found in his mind, but they were quickly cut off by him.    

    

Apart from immortal techniques and magical swords, his strongest techniques were ice techniques.    

    

However, his ice technique... might be able to freeze the space temporarily without caring about his own life, but it was unable to tear the space apart.    

    

Ice did not specialize in sharpness to begin with.    

    

The ice shards that he conjured might also have sharp and sharp characteristics... However, the sharp edges of the ice shards that he condensed could not be compared to a magic sword.    

    

For a moment, Jiang Ting realized that he seemed to be at his wits' end.    

    

"Crack..." A crisp sound entered Jiang Ting's ears.    

    

He tilted his head to look at the armor that had been blocking the chaotic streams of space. A crack that was almost the width of a thumb spread across the entire armor, and the luster of the armor had become extremely dim at some point in time.    

    

The armor couldn't hold on for too long, and he still couldn't think of a way. He was afraid that he would be drowned by the chaotic streams of space, and his body and dao would disappear.    

    

A trace of fury emerged in Jiang Ting's heart, "Damn it... Devil Race!"    

    

He had already decided that regardless of whether he could survive this crisis or not, he would let the Devil World know what the ultimate existence was!