Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

The golden dragon scissors silently returned to Ji Wudao’s head, hovering quietly, emitting a soft golden light.

Ji Wudao’s face was as pale as paper, his breath was scattered and uncertain, his smooth black hair became dry and gray, his well-proportioned muscles became shriveled and rough, and his eyes as deep as the starry sky became cloudy.

This blow cost Ji Wudao half his life!

To activate the golden dragon scissors, a huge amount of life essence is needed.

If there is enough life energy to maximize the power of the golden dragon scissors, even a true immortal will not be able to escape the fate of cutting two pieces in one piece.

The golden dragon was sacrificed, and he vowed not to give up until he killed the enemy.

The blow that cut off the God of Heaven consumed most of the life essence in Ji Wudao’s body, and could only exert a very small part of its power, not even one ten thousandth of its heyday!

The stronger the enemy, the greater the life energy required to sacrifice the Golden Dragon Scissors.

If a powerful person with a much different cultivation level arrives, the consumption of the golden dragon scissors will be enough to kill Ji Wudao without waiting for the enemy to be cut off!

The Minggu Demon God was cut into two pieces by the golden dragon, and the two pieces of the demon body fell on the cross-section platform of the Tiandu Demon Mountain, causing the nearby Thunder God and the four Holy Sons to be slightly stunned.

They all thought that Ji Wudao used some forbidden secret method to accidentally injure Demon God Minggu, but no one thought that Demon God Minggu was really dead!

They were still secretly sighing in their hearts, this Taoist disciple of the Ji family really had some skills and could actually hurt the Demon God of Minggu!

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was stunned, Ji Wudao took out a bottle of life spring and took two gulps.

In the next quarter of an hour, Ji Wudao’s white hair turned black, his muscles regained their vitality, his cloudy eyes became as bright as morning stars again, and his energy and energy instantly returned to their peak state.

With the backing of the spring of life, Ji Wudao’s lost life essence was instantly replenished!

Seeing that Demon God Ninggu had been silent for a long time, Thunder God God and others felt uneasy in their hearts for no reason, and their divine thoughts fell on the two corpses of Demon God Ninggu.

Thunder God God Mie Mie was sure at the first moment that Demon God Minggu had no breath at all, and he could no longer die!

“brush!”

Thunder God God’s pupils suddenly shrank, his body retreated thousands of miles away, and his eyes looked horrified at the small scissors hovering quietly above Ji Wudao’s head.

It was this unknown pair of scissors that killed the Demon God of Hell with one blow!

What level of treasure is this?

Holy Son Lei Ze and others also used their spiritual thoughts to sense the body of Demon God Minggu, but they still couldn’t believe that Demon God Minggu was really dead.

Seeing the reaction of Thunder God God, they were sure that Demon God Minggu was dead, and they all panicked.

“Ancestor! Don’t leave me!”

Holy Son Lei Ze screamed, his whole body turned into a thunderbolt, and he quickly chased after the Thunder God God, fearing that Ji Wudao would target him.

Holy Son of Splitting Wind, Holy Son of Ba Dao and Holy Son of Tianxuan were all so frightened that their livers and gallbladders burst. They burned their own energy and turned into streams of light and fled into the distance.

Ji Wudao used those weird scissors and could kill even the devil. How could they dare to stay for a moment?

“brush!”

The golden dragon scissors on Ji Wudao’s head disappeared silently, and instantly appeared out of thin air in front of Holy Son Lei Ze, turning into two golden dragons about ten feet long.

“Ancestor, help!”

Holy Son Lei Ze was so frightened that he subconsciously released a short-handled thunder hammer in front of him, and at the same time shouted for help to Ancestor Lei Mie.

Thunder God God Mie could not help but feel numb when he saw the two golden dragons. He turned a deaf ear to Holy Son Lei Ze’s call for help, raised his hand to tear open the void, submerged into it, and disappeared without a trace.

Holy Son, if you die, you can choose again!

If you risk your own life for this, it’s not worth it!

“Crack!”

The two golden dragons missed each other, and the head of Holy Son Lei Ze flew away. There was still a look of extreme horror on his face, but his consciousness was permanently plunged into darkness.

The other three saint sons were so frightened that they all ran away like headless flies.

Ji Wudao raised his eyebrows slightly and cut off the Holy Son of Lei Ze, which had little impact on him.

Holy Son Lei Ze is just a lord, and the life essence consumed by cutting off this person is completely within the range that Ji Wudao can bear!

The golden dragon scissors are truly a rare and powerful weapon in the world!

“brush!”

Ji Wudao’s mind moved slightly, and the golden dragon scissors instantly disappeared from the void, appeared out of thin air in front of the Holy Son of Ba Dao, and turned into two golden dragons.

“Spare your life!”

The Holy Son of Tyrant Sword exclaimed, with all the hair on his body standing on end. He burned his energy and spirit at all costs, and held out the divine weapon-level Heavenly Sword in front of him.

“Keng!”

The figures of the two golden dragons were mistaken, and they cut on the heavenly sword, making a sound of gold and iron clashing.

The brilliance emitted by the artifact-level heavenly sword dimmed instantly, and it fell powerlessly into the sky.

“Crack!”

The two golden dragons intertwined again and cut the Holy Son of Tyrannical Sword into two pieces without any hindrance. The two corpses fell on the Tian Duan Demon Mountain.

If it weren’t for keeping the divine weapon-level Heavenly Sword, Ji Wudao wouldn’t mind cutting the Heavenly Sword into two pieces!

After all, not even a real god can stop the power of the golden dragon scissors, let alone an artifact.

However, in this case, firstly, it consumes too much life essence, and secondly, it is a waste of an artifact, which is not a wise choice.

Ji Wudao drank another sip of the life spring, his energy and spirit returned to its peak, and the golden dragon scissors disappeared into the void again.

This golden dragon scissor seemed to be able to ignore time and space and appear wherever his spiritual thoughts shrouded it.

“Click!” “Click!”

Two shattering sounds sounded one after another. Holy Son of Splitting Wind and Holy Son of Tianxuan were cut into two parts, their souls dissipated and their true spirits were extinguished.

Kill all the eight great saints!

Not only that, Ji Wudao also killed a demon god, scared away another god, and gained a great reputation.

When the gods of the eight holy places sensed that their saints and saints were in danger, they all rushed over from their respective holy places. However, the demon god Ninggu came faster and was the first to die.

In addition to the Thunder God of Leize Holy Land, several gods from other holy lands were nearby, but they did not show up.

Seeing Ji Wudao annihilate the Demon God of Minggu with one blow, they were all frightened and did not dare to show up at all, and each of them ran away into the distance.

“Such a killing treasure is beyond the control of a junior like you, so hand it over!”

Vast heavenly sounds suddenly vibrated between heaven and earth, and a sky-covering hand condensed from the prototype of the holy way appeared out of thin air, covering Ji Wudao and Jin Jiaojian at the same time.

At this moment, a figure as elegant as a fairy appeared silently next to Ji Wudao. He was as rich as jade, and his white robe was as white as snow. He looked at the big hand that covered the sky and said softly: “You want to bully me?” His disciple, who do you think you are?”

Jiang Chen, here we are!