Please God.

This is a technique used by some Taoists and is also widely spread among the people.

The main thing is to invite the gods from the heavens to come to this body.

But the scene in front of me was definitely not an invitation to God.

Chen Xia stood on the only land within a hundred meters, looked at Tiemuwu floating in the air, and asked with a frown.

"Who are you?"

"Tiemuwu" clenched his fists, and the golden light in his eyes shone unusually. He did not answer Chen Xia, but said something extremely disdainful.

"The human body is weak and can only exert so little power."

In the distance, a qi practitioner came up from the sky, stood respectfully behind "Iron Wood Wu", bent down and said.

"The sect leader of the lower sect has met the immortal of the upper sect!"

"Is it you who invited me here?" "Tiemuwu" turned to look at the Qi Practitioner, the golden light in his eyes shining even more intensely.

The Qi Practitioner nodded quickly and replied: "I asked the Immortal to come here to eradicate this person and to make early plans for Shang Zong to come to this world in the future."

"Tiemuwu" didn't even look at Chen Xia, he stretched out a hand towards the Qi Practitioner, the light on it condensed, and said.

"This world is under the jurisdiction of the Fuyao Immortal Sect, and it is too barren. There is not even a single golden elixir. Why is there any need to invite me down?!"

"You trashes, do you know that I managed to talk to the saint just now, but in the end, I had to come to this world because of you, a trash!"

When "Tiemuwu" said this, he was full of gloom.

The Qi practitioner's body was so frightened that he trembled and quickly clasped his fists and begged for mercy.

"The villain did not know and disturbed the immortal. The villain deserves to die. The villain deserves to die..."

"You really deserve to die."

"Tiemuwu" replied coldly, and squeezed suddenly with his outstretched palm.

The body of the Qi practitioner seemed to be squeezed, and instantly turned into pulp and powder, and died.

Then "Tiemuwu" looked at Chen Xia again, with golden light shining with murderous intent in his eyes. He looked down at Chen Xia and said coldly.

"You deserve to die too. If you, the ant, hadn't made such a fuss, I wouldn't have been forced to come to this world."

Chen Xia stretched out his arms and replied nonchalantly, "Then you can go back now, and no one is stopping you."

"Tiemuwu" asked with a cold face: "I ruined the great opportunity for me to talk to the saint, and now I want to go back like this. How can such a good thing happen?"

"I want to harvest the souls of you ants and turn them into the source of my practice. In this way, I can slightly make up for the losses in my lower realm."

In his words, "Tiemuwu" made no secret of his overflowing murderous intent, and what he wanted to kill was not just one person, but the entire world.

The soldiers and barbarian cavalry on the city wall were all in a panic at this moment. Judging from the performance of "Tiemuwu" in killing the Qigong practitioners, he should not distinguish between friend and foe, he just wanted to kill.

Moreover, "Tiemuwu"'s words just now really frightened them, and he actually wanted to harvest everyone's souls and turn them into the source of spiritual practice.

Chen Xia was not too afraid, because this "Ironwood Wood" was not that strong.

When practitioners from the upper realm come to the lower realm, their strength will be greatly weakened.

There are even stories of top masters in the world hammering down immortals from the lower realms.

Chen Xia is a person from this world. He has come steadily and steadily, so naturally there will be no weakening.

But this immortal who descended into Tiemuwu's body was different.

He will be weakened by the will of heaven in this world.

She was so weak that Chen Xia couldn't feel the pressure at all.

If the two of them really wanted to fight, it might just be a 50-50 situation.

"Tiemuwu"'s shining golden eyes looked at Chen Xia, stared at it for a while, then smiled disdainfully.

"It's just a foundation-building ant. Why do you dare to stand in front of me? Even if my strength is greatly reduced due to my arrival, you, an ant, cannot look directly at me."

"Tiemuwu" said this, his expression became a little impatient, he pointed at Chen Xia and said in a cold tone.

"go to hell."

He suddenly clenched his palms and showed a cruel smile, intending to crush Chen Xia to death just like he had killed the Qi practitioner before.

Chen Xia stood on the only stone pillar in the 100-meter pothole, his eyes flashed with a strong dragon spirit, and he suddenly shook his fist to the right.

clang!

The fist hit the air, making a strange sound of gold steel striking.

Then the air in that place began to shatter inch by inch, like glass shards falling.

The soldiers and barbarian cavalry who were watching were stunned. They had never seen such magical power before.

Chen Xia slowly retracted his fist and replied calmly towards the "Ironwood Pier" floating in mid-air.

"Don't use tricks to amuse children anymore. It's boring."

"Tiemuwu"'s expression became gloomy, he loosened his clenched palms, the golden light in his pupils was floating, like a burning flame, he put his fingers together in a gesture of pinching soybeans, and replied.

"You are a relatively large ant, slightly larger than others, but in the end you cannot escape the fact that you are an ant, nor can you escape the result of being crushed by me."

When "Tiemuwu" said this, he was very confident. He came from the upper world and his cultivation level was even more advanced. In his eyes, these people were indeed tiny ants.

"Is there a possibility..." Chen Xia continued as the thick dragon aura in his pupils became more and more intense and began to spread towards his body.

"As long as they exist in this world, they are all ants, including you who are here, and I..."

Chen Xia grinned with an arrogant smile, clenched his fist and punched his chest, saying domineeringly.

"That's the biggest one."

He showed an unparalleled momentum, raised his steps slightly, and then suddenly stepped towards the standing stone pillar.

The dragon energy crazily drilled towards the stone pillar, causing the stone pillar to begin to break, but it did not collapse, but began to...

look up.

The stone pillar turned into a dragon, with Chen Xia standing on its head, and rushed towards the "Ironwood Pier" floating in the air.

Today there is a man in green shirt, riding a dragon and killing an immortal!

"Get down here, please!"

Chen Xia shouted loudly, clenched his fists tightly, and headed towards "Ironwood Wood" without sparing any strength.

This punch stirred up the air current, dragging long traces in the sky.

Like a meteor about to fall.

It will hit "Tiemuwu".

The power of meteors is enough to destroy the world.

"Tiemuwu" looked horrified, and his hands instantly formed a seal. A golden light shield appeared around his body, with three large circles of runes densely surrounding it.

This is an ancient defensive magical power that can block fatal injuries.

The 100-meter stone dragon struck, and its body was shattered inch by inch, but it still hit the golden light shield, trying to attack it.

The runes on the golden light shield continued to resist the charging of the stone dragon, and the first circle of runes also disappeared along with the stone dragon.

Two laps left.

One more punch.

The punch fell.

Like a meteor falling to the ground!

The golden light shield began to emit violent light, and the remaining two circles of runes gathered together to resist the punch.

"Tiemuwu" floated in the golden light shield, making hand gestures with his hands, constantly improving the runes for the golden light shield.

But it's no use.

True power cannot be stopped.

Click.

A crack began to appear in the golden light shield.

And when the first crack appears, it means it has become fragile.

The fist is constantly wearing away the runes.

The cracks on the golden light mask are endless and densely packed.

In the end, he couldn't hold on any longer. As his fist fell, the golden light shield completely shattered and scattered between the sky and the earth.

In front of "Tiemuwu"'s panicked expression, he landed an irresistible punch.

What flies faster than a "meteor"?

The answer is the person who was hit by the "meteor".
To be continued...