Chapter 146 The Emperor was Paralyzed by the Quasi-Emperor
Chapter 146 The Quasi-Emperor paralyzed the Emperor
Jiang Heng's feet left the ground, his whole body bathed in the "runes," and his aura constantly changed.
Under Linghu Changmei's shocked gaze, Jiang Heng's aura completely transformed.
Now is the time to really step into this field!
Becoming a "quasi-emperor"!
"It's not that difficult." After the transformation was completed, Jiang Heng turned his head and glanced at Linghu Changmei playfully.
Then, he looked upwards.
"Humph, you may not know yet; the difference between an emperor and a quasi-emperor is completely different."
"This palm of my son is enough to make you wither!"
Jiang Heng's promotion to Quasi-Emperor did shock him, but the gap between him and Linghu Jinhui was like a chasm or a natural moat!
Wouldn't it be a mess if it could be made up so easily?
And just as he sneered, his eyes widened, and he looked at Jiang Heng in astonishment.
"Then open your cloudy eyes and see how I reverse the situation!"
Jiang Heng snorted coldly, immediately looked up at the "palm" that covered the sun and clouds, and raised his right arm.
Black and white runes quickly condensed in the palm of his hand: "The Hand of Great Sorrow for All Living Things—"
As soon as he finished speaking,
Jiang Heng slapped the sky fiercely, and the black and white seal characters kept changing shapes.
Finally, they converged into a huge handprint.
Rushing towards the sky.
Countless strong winds were generated between the two palm prints, completely splitting the surrounding mountains.
In a split second, they collided!
"Boom—"
A huge roar swept across the bushes, and under the witness of countless Piaomiao disciples, a milky white palm appeared above.
It was like touching the glass of a hard object, and in just a few breaths, it began to crack inch by inch.
The unstoppable "palm print" was completely crushed by Jiang Heng's palm print!
The remaining power was still there, and it crushed towards Linghu Jinhui!
"What is this?"
The sudden change completely moved Linghu Jinhui. He clenched his right fist and completely broke the palm print, with shock written all over his rough face.
He could feel that Jiang Heng had been promoted to Quasi-Emperor.
But, how come he lost in the battle of moves?
Although he has only been in the Dao briefly, he is also a true "Emperor." Why did Jiang Heng lose?
"Pa"
Just as Linghu Jinhui was shocked, the touch on his shoulder made him stare blankly and turn his head to look to the right.
A handsome and flawless face came into his sight: "Are you okay?"
Jiang Heng replied to Linghu Jinhui in the same way!
His hand was like a "dragon claw," firmly hitting Linghu Jinhui's shoulder blade. The sound of broken bones was accompanied by scarlet blood oozing out of the collar.
"you--"
Linghu Jinhui didn't know what to say. Jiang Heng's expression was beyond his expectations.
He endured the discomfort in his right shoulder, raised his left hand, turned his fist into a claw, and struck Jiang Heng's throat hard.
It looked like an ordinary attack, but the "runes" flowing on the fingers seemed to represent the extraordinary nature of this move!
"Killing Buddha."
Jiang Heng put his fingers together, and silver-white runes gathered together, increasing the power of this move by several levels.
In an instant, it pierced through Linghu Jinhui's palm.
The scarlet blood spilled onto the ground from the wound.
"This is impossible, absolutely impossible." Linghu Jinhui didn't care about the pain at all.
What he cared about was that,
in close combat, not only did he fail to kill Jiang Heng, but he was helpless against Jiang Heng.
We suffered a clear loss in both battles!
This should not have happened.
"Do you think this field is your home ground?"
"Feel sorry--"
"This is my home turf!"
Jiang Heng nodded and looked at Linghu Jinhui coldly.
In his previous life, he had an extremely profound foundation and had worked in the "He Dao" field for thousands of years, reaching an incredible height.
The "Tao and Dharma" possessed.
The feelings you have.
It is not something that a mere "Linghu Jinhui" can compare to.
"You have only seen a small part. You have never seen the darkness of the future. You do not know the despair when the sky falls."
"You are just a mark!"
"Just a stronger ant!"
Jiang Heng clenched Linghu Jinhui's broken palm tightly with his left hand, staring at him coldly: "Your damn father didn't tell you, did he?"
"The darkness of the future is much more terrifying than you can imagine!"
In the past and present lives, many things have their trajectory!
For example, in the future, when all the living beings in this world are suffering, let alone the "Emperor" with a mark, even Linghu Changmei, an old and powerful person who has deeply cultivated the "Hedao," will be in danger of death.
"What are you talking about?"
Linghu Jinhui was indignant and directly tore off his right arm, letting the blood spurt out. The severed palm began to grow back at a rate visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, his aura was no longer reserved, and the majestic imperial power swept the entire Piaomiao Holy Land.
The disciples fighting fiercely in the distance could not help but kneel devoutly and look up at this ancestor!
There was an expression of shock and ecstasy on his face that was difficult to erase!
"It's Patriarch Jinhui. He has grabbed Jiang Heng and wants to kill this rebel!"
"The way of heaven is unpredictable. Will he become a quasi-emperor?"
"It doesn't matter. The fact that Patriarch Jinhui will take action already means that Jiang Heng has reached his limit."
"Three breaths, Jiang Heng will be wiped out in just three breaths!"
At the scene, countless saints and strong men from Piaomiao Holy Land had absolute confidence in Linghu Jinhui!
This is their "Emperor," the glory of the entire Piaomiao Holy Land!
As for Jiang Heng, they knew him inside out!
Indeed, In terms of talent and ability, in this huge Tianluo world, if the hermits were not mentioned, only the empress could be on par with him.
But genius is the least valuable!
In the vast Tianluo world, how many geniuses have withered and sunk over the long years?
Three hundred thousand years ago, Yao Yueqing, who had become a quasi-emperor in just fifty years, finally perished under the thunder punishment of Hedao.
There are countless examples of this!
Right now, while countless disciples of Piaomiao Holy Land were still looking on with disdain, they suddenly discovered the scene in their vision.
It is a little different from what I imagined!
"Outlaw clone——"
Sixty-four huge "phantoms" suddenly stood in the vast sky, and three hundred and four "treasures" waved wildly at Linghu Jinhui.
They thought that their ancestor, who was invincible in the world, was beaten to a bloody pulp by these "lawmakers of heaven and earth."
He screamed in panic: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
Many disciples were paralyzed! "
What? What happened? Jiang Heng, are you going to betray your master and ancestors?"
"Ancestor Jinhui, where is your 'Dharma Image'? Hit him!"
"Maya, what the hell are these sixty-four statues? How can you make so many?"
At the core battlefield, Linghu Jinhui wiped the blood from his head and listened to his disciples' shocked words.
Ten thousand "straw horses" are running wildly in my heart.
The sixty-four statues of "Heaven and Earth" before him completely differed from what he had seen before.
The health bar strengthens the phantom, and the milky white "treasure" can break all magic power.
Offensive and defensive at the same time, huge numbers!
If he could break it, why would he be so embarrassed?
He couldn't understand what these disciples were talking about!
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