Chapter 437 You all come together
"Okay, where are your three types of STO?"

Wan Fasheng didn't even look at the Billion Year Ice Soul, he was only interested in Zhang Qian's magical powers.

As soon as Zhang Qian had a thought, the Demonic Pagoda, the God-killing Spear, and the Map of Mountains, Rivers, and the Country appeared.

The thirty-three-story magic tower exudes the true meaning of the supreme magic way. It is magnificent and broad. As soon as it appears, the entire platform looks like an endless devil land.

The blood-red tip of the God-killing Spear flickered, and the terrifying murderous intent that could annihilate the soul was revealed, causing all the geniuses present to frown. They felt a trembling sensation in their souls just by looking at this divine spear, as if they had encountered a natural enemy!

As for the map of mountains, rivers, and the country, when the extremely real phantom of the primitive world appeared, Wan Fasheng suddenly widened his eyes. He looked straight at the scene of the primitive world in the phantom, and a look of enlightenment appeared in his eyes.

"this world!"

Wan Fasheng closed his eyes, scanned Zhang Qian’s three magical powers with his mind, and frowned from time to time.

"Profound and extensive! Your three magical powers are very different from most magical powers. I think you have also received a terrifying inheritance. Zhang Qian, I am waiting for you. Your current cultivation is too low. When you become an immortal, you and I will have a battle!"

There was a flash of fighting spirit in Wan Fasheng's eyes. Zhang Qian did not retreat and looked at Wan Fasheng.

"Brother Wan, let's talk about the future later. This 100 million year old ice soul is extremely important to me. I wonder how much it is worth?"

Unexpectedly, Wan Fasheng waved his hand and said, "No need, just take it. If we talk about spirit stones, that would be vulgar!"

Looking at Wan Fasheng's determined eyes, Zhang Qian thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, I'll consider it as a favor to you!"

"Zhang Qian!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out. Turning around, he saw Yan Tiangang's younger brother striding towards him!

"What's the matter with you?"

"I am Yan Tiandu! Do you dare to fight me?"

Zhang Qian raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to avenge Yan Tiangang?"

“Oh, that rubbish has brought shame to my Yanhuang family. I’m not looking for you to avenge that rubbish, but to restore the reputation of my Yanhuang family. You’re just a small fry from a remote place like Xingyun Province, but you only managed to defeat that rubbish by using trickery, and even stole the Taiyan Divine Sword. It’s a pity that everyone has forgotten that there’s still a young man like me in the Yanhuang family!”

Zhang Qian flipped his hand and took out the one-foot-long transparent divine sword. This half-step imperial weapon was originally called the Tai Yan divine sword. At this time, this half-step imperial weapon had already been through Shui Qingsi's mutton-fat jade bottle. The imprint of Yan Tiangang's spiritual consciousness in the divine sword had been purified into nothingness.

After the divine sword became ownerless, Zhang Qian easily refined it and made it his own.

"The Taiyan Divine Sword is a good thing!"

When Yan Tiandu saw the magic sword appear, his eyes turned red and his fists clenched tightly, making a creaking sound.

Zhang Qian looked around and saw that all the tables on the platform were occupied. He knew that all the talented people from Zu Shenzhou who could come had already arrived. He smiled slightly and said, "I will stand still. If you can hurt me, even if you win, I will return this Taiyan Divine Sword to you. How do you think?"

Yan Tiandu was furious. The other party's contemptuous look made him want to kill.

"Hurt you? I'm going to kill you today! Come and die!"

Yan Tiandu shouted loudly, he stretched out his hand and a silver long sword appeared in his hand. The style of this sword was exactly the same as Yan Tiangang's golden sword, except that one was gold and the other was silver. They should be the treasures of the sect that were refined together!

"That rubbish's sword intention is said to cut everything, but my Dao intention is just one word, break, break everything, break all laws!"

A knife shadow appeared behind Yan Tiandu, demonstrating the Taoist spirit of destroying everything. If it weren't for the different knife spirit, Zhang Qian would have thought that the person in front of him was Yan Tiangang.

The two brothers are indeed very similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"Sister, do you want to stop them?"

Jiang Muyao saw the two men were on the verge of a fight and showed a worried look. However, the elegant Jiang Muxian said, "No need, if they want to fight, let them fight. We held this event today for the purpose of exchanging ideas."

"Will Zhang Qian win?"

"We all underestimated him. His background may not be simple. Perhaps today will be the battle that will make Zhang Qian famous!"

……

"break!"

Suddenly, Yan Tiandu took the lead. He raised the silver magic sword high up and chopped it down vertically. The sword shadow behind him merged with the magic sword, carrying the power of heaven and earth, and enveloped Zhang Qian.

hum!
Zhang Qian didn't move, the map of mountains, rivers, and the country shook, and the shadow of the ancient world appeared, protecting him tightly.

Boom!
In a flash, the shadow of the knife that broke through everything collided with the phantom of the world.

"Do you have this much strength?"

The phantom of the world did not move at all. Yan Tiandu was also at the level of Yuanshen. Even if his sword intent was powerful, he could not have the power to destroy the small world with one blow.

The ninth level of the acquired map of mountains, rivers, and the state, manifested an extremely solid shadow of the prehistoric world, which was enough to block any attack unless it was a half-step imperial weapon or a supreme divine weapon!
"you……"

Yan Tiandu's eyes widened, and in an instant he slashed out thousands of sword shadows in great reluctance. The terrifying sword light contained in it could break all sword intent. He slashed at the phantom of the world frantically, but to no avail. The seemingly illusory phantom of the world remained motionless.

"You said Yan Tiangang is a waste? I think you are the waste!"

This sentence made Yan Tian's eyes bloodshot and his teeth clenched.

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Qian suddenly stretched out his hand and clapped it, and a vast force burst out, knocking the magic sword in Yan Tiandu's hand away.

Snapped!
The same slap knocked Yan Tian to the ground. He was a dignified spiritual being, but he had no power to fight back against Zhang Qian, who was in the Jindan realm. All his offensive skills were blocked by the phantom of the world. Facing Zhang Qian's body that had returned to its original state and the irresistible force, Yan Tian couldn't even hold the magic sword in his hand.

"When I was in Xingyun Province, I heard a lot of terrible rumors about the geniuses of the ancient imperial clan. At that time, I thought you guys were so powerful, but I didn't expect that you are just so-so! You, you, you, and you! Are you guys dissatisfied? Judging from your clothes, you should be the true disciples of the ancient great sects in Zushenzhou. When I defeated Yan Tiangang, he blew up his body and killed many disciples of the ancient great sects. Those people should be your fellow disciples, right? If you want revenge, I will give you a chance, you can come together!"

Zhang Qian pointed towards several young cultivators who were sitting behind a desk in the distance. These people were all the proud disciples of the ancient great sects in Zu Shenzhou.

"Insanity!"

"you wanna die!"

"kill him!"

"Zhang Qian, this is what you said. Don't say it's unfair when you are dying. Everyone, since he is looking for death, let's attack together and suppress him!"

Many outstanding figures from the ancient great sects, including Yan Chiming, the genius of Chixia Mountain, Han Xizhao, the genius of Tunlei Sect, Xuan Yinzi, the genius of Yin Yang Sect, and Lu Tiannan, the genius of Tiandun Sword Sect, suddenly stood up.

The lowest level of cultivation among these geniuses is at the Great Perfection of Dharmadhatu, and there are a few Yuanshen cultivators. Moreover, they come from the ancient great sects of Zu Shenzhou, and they have no shortage of magic weapons and supernatural powers, and they have many means to use.

"stop!"

Seeing that the situation was about to become chaotic, Jiang Muxian hurriedly stepped forward and tried to stop it.

But Zhang Qian shouted coldly: "Jiang Muxian, this battle must be fought. Although I, Zhang Qian, come from a remote place like Xingyunzhou, I will not let those arrogant trash in Zushenzhou look down on me. I defeated Yan Tiangang and suppressed Yantiandu, but there are still people who are not convinced and say that I won by conspiracy and luck. Today I will let Zushenzhou know, what about the imperial family? What about the ancient sect? Come one by one, I will suppress one!"

(End of this chapter)