Uchiha Madara pushes the heavens

Chapter 226 Evil God and Evil Scythe!
Madara's eyes fixed on the head of the Canglan Sect, among all the monks present, only this old man had the strongest hatred.

"Intense hatred breeds immense power.

Come, let me see how much you hate! "

The corner of Madara's mouth smiled contemptuously, and looked directly at the person in charge of the Canglan Sect.

"Lock me?"

The head of the Canglan Sect has gray hair and wrinkles on his face. It can be seen from this that he is not young anymore.

He looked around, wanting to encourage all the monks to kill Uchiha Madara together, but he saw faces of fear.

Some of the strong men on the Ten Thousand Realms Spiritual Body List also looked scared and had no fighting spirit.

He sighed leisurely, the monks of this generation are far behind.

Even the strongest of the Canglan Sect had trembling calves and dared not speak much.

The head of the Canglan Sect knew that he might not be able to get out alive today.

"Do you want to see my hatred? Then I will show you."

He gritted his teeth tightly, and a dazzling heavenly knife appeared in his hand. Then, his whole body was radiant, and countless runes gushed out from his body.

A bright knife light streaked across the sky, and the sharp knife intent above the knife light shocked a large number of monks, making them ashamed.

However, Madara just stretched out his right hand and directly caught the knife with his fleshy body.

Endless runes rushed out from the knife, but none of them could get close to Madara's body.

"Is it the weapon of a monk in the silver body? No wonder it can't be crushed."

Madara's cold soliloquy made all the monks feel cold. This guy is only in the spiritual state, and he wants to crush the weapons carefully sacrificed by the silver body monks with his bare hands. It is terrible.

The battle situation seemed to be at a stalemate, and both of them stood there without moving.

However, anyone could see that Madara didn't use all his strength at all.

"Oh! Your hatred is too ordinary! Your strength is too weak.

This sickle has just been born, and it has not been stained with blood, and it needs some blood to sacrifice it. . "

As soon as the words fell, all the monks were shocked and backed away again and again, for fear of being sacrificed by the sickle.

"Shh!"

"laugh!"

Everyone only heard a sharp sound of wind and the melting sound of ice and snow when it met the hot magma. The cold and stern sword of the head of the Canglan Sect was cut in two, along with his neck.

With just one blow, he was chopped off with a knife, and died tragically here.

The monks changed their colors. It was an indestructible weapon forged day and night by the strong in the silver body. In the end, it was cut in half by the sickle.

"My God, what level of weapon is this?"

"How can it be mediocre to be displayed in Kunpeng's military training ground?

After endless years of tempering in the cold pool, even a piece of ordinary iron can be turned into a magic weapon, right? "

"I seemed to feel the breath of chaos just now. Is the sickle mixed with chaos soil?"

"What? Chaos soil?"

All the monks looked at the sickle with fiery eyes, wanting to keep it for themselves.

However, no one dared to act rashly, and if they rushed over now, they would become a sacrifice for that evil scythe.

Madara's heart was also shocked, and only when this sickle was actually used, could it be aware of its extraordinaryness.

Holding it, Ling Madara has an illusion that there is nothing going on, and also has a feeling of wanting to drink blood.

"Evil god with evil sickle! Hahahaha!"

He laughed wildly, completely destroying his fairy-like posture.

However, he didn't care, he wasn't a fairy in the first place, he was an evil god, a Shura.

Madara glanced coldly at the terrified monks over there, and shook his head.

"It's just gravel, it's not worth my shot!"

He snorted coldly, making the faces of all the monks turn ashen, and then waved his palm, and more than a dozen divine chains rushed out of his palm and went straight into the cold pool.

After a few breaths, he used the divine chain he had transformed to suddenly pull up twelve sharp divine weapons.

There are knives, swords, halberds, maces, whips, etc., all of which are different.

Seeing this, the monks in the distance swallowed wildly, their eyes turned red.

This is definitely a sharp weapon of the gods, at least it is above the weapons sacrificed by the mighty golden body.The materials they use may have long been extinct, which further highlights their preciousness.

Now, all these treasures have been taken away by Madara alone, which is unacceptable to all the monks.

However, Madara's strength is too strong, more than one dimension stronger than them, no one dares to step forward to provoke him.

Madara put away these divine soldiers who had been sleeping here for endless years, and then, he stepped across the cold pool and went straight to the hall ahead.

Seeing that he was far away, the monks behind him dared to follow him slowly, and they didn't dare to get too close.

Madara didn't care about the following of these ants, he could wipe them out with a single hand.

He walked out of the passage and entered an ancient palace. This place is really huge and boundless. Above it, there is actually a bright galaxy, as if it is connected to the outside world.

Below is the hazy atmosphere of chaos, permeating the entire hall.

Here, it's like a world.

Madara opened her Sharingan, taking in all the empty hall.

It's very quiet here, lifeless, the smog formed by the chaotic air is below the knees, and it's not too deep.

Madara's Sharingan looked into the distance, suddenly, he seemed to see something, his eyes moved, and the golden road under his feet was paved directly to that side, and Madara stepped on the golden road, walking all the way.

"The ostentation of this trip is bigger than that of the golden body."

In the rear, some monks said with sour sarcasm.

Seeing Madara heading straight in one direction, they guessed that he must have discovered something, so they all followed.

After a long time, Madara finally came to what he had glimpsed from afar.

This is like a towering mountain, and traces of fierce fighting can be vaguely seen on the mountain.The marks left by various weapons covered the entire mountain.

Sudden.Madara saw the old stone steps. This mountain didn't seem to be like this before, but it was destroyed by monks later.

Madara guessed that there should have been a magnificent altar here.

So, is the Kunpeng Divine Art at the top of the altar?

He released the terrifying pupil power and looked up at the top of the mountain, wanting to peek at the situation above.

As a result, what he saw shocked him greatly.

A halberd that was broken into three pieces was surrounded by endless chaotic air, and several magical weapons surrounded the broken halberd, like stars holding the moon, the scene was astonishing.

Not only that, he also saw many crystal clear and incomparably miraculous elixir.

Judging from the appearance and spiritual power fluctuations of these elixir, they are stronger than the treasures of heaven and earth. Although they are not as good as the chaotic green lotus, they are also extremely precious treasures.

"These elixir may have reached the level of the legendary holy elixir."

Madara remembered the division of elixir in the Liangyi world, and the few elixir he saw at least reached the level of holy elixir, which is called holy medicine for short.

(End of this chapter)