Chi Wuming was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything more. He still wanted to maintain his superior demeanor!
He made up his mind to teach Ji Xukong a lesson. A Dao-slayer who had just broken through the seventh small step a few days ago was going to fight against him?
How is that possible!
The two began to fight.
Ji Vukong is afraid of revealing his identity as the Little Void King, so he will never use the various secret techniques in the Void Sutra, but he also has his own opportunities in Zhongzhou and other places.
After going through many bloody battles, he obtained some secret scriptures left by his predecessors, and Ji Congxin secretly hid the Taoist scriptures from the secret realm of Xiantai somewhere in Nanling, which became one of Ji Xukong's gains.
Therefore, Ji Xukong has no shortage of scriptures and secret skills.
The aftermath of terror overflowed, and many monks from Qishi Mansion came out of Qishi Mansion to watch the battle.
Seeing Ji Vukong actually fighting with Chi Wuming, they were all shocked and worried that something might happen to Ji Vukong.
Ji Xukong is the disciple of the master of Qishi Mansion, the most talented person in Zhongzhou, and there is no room for failure.
But after watching it for a while, they felt relieved. Ji Xukong was actually not far behind in his duel with Chi Wuming, who was in the Tao-killing realm.
Neither of them had the upper hand, the two were evenly matched, and for a while neither could do anything to the other.
The battle was earth-shattering. The two of them got bigger and taller, reaching up to nine heavens, and the energy of tens of thousands of miles around them was disturbed.
Chi Wuming's face was red, half ashamed and half angry. He came to confront Ji Congxin, the master of Qishi Mansion.
In the end, he couldn't even win over one of Ji Congxin's disciples.
If it really ends like this, where will his face go?
His face will be completely humiliated. It will be even more embarrassing than being defeated by Ji Congxin with one move. He may not be able to hold his head up for a long time.
Of course, it was more just his self-perception. Even if he tied with Ji Xukong, no one would dare to say anything in front of him. As long as he was thick-skinned enough, nothing would happen.
It's a pity that Chi Wuming is still embarrassed now.
Chi Wuming tried his best and fought to the point of going crazy.
It's a pity that there is no chance of victory.
The Taoist Scriptures are unfathomable and their origin cannot be tested. According to legend, they were created by a deity in the mythical age.
All kinds of colors fill the sky and the earth, like two gods fighting fiercely in the sky, and the terrifying power permeates all directions.
The crowd watching the battle couldn't help but retreat, their mouths opened, it was incredible.
It was so unexpected. They came to watch the battle between Ji Congxin and Chi Wuming. They didn't expect that Chi Wuming couldn't even pass the level of Ji Congxin's disciple.
Ji Xukong waved his hand, and thousands of phantoms appeared, surrounding Chi Wuming in circles. They looked exactly like him, but their aura was much weaker than Ji Xukong's own, and he only had about 10% of his original strength.
Chi Wuming could probably kill dozens of them with a casual strike, but there were too many. Thousands of phantoms attacked at the same time, and the terrifying energy fluctuations covered the sky and made Chi Wuming's expression change.
Even too many ants can kill an elephant.
This is a taboo secret technique recorded in the Taoist Scriptures’ Secret Realm of Sentai - Spreading beans and forming an army.
The power is extremely powerful, but the consumption is also very high. After executing this blow, Ji Xukong's face turned pale, and most of his divine power was consumed at once.
Ji Congxin watched the battle in Qishi Mansion. When she saw this, she couldn't help but silently thank the Supreme Light and Darkness in her heart for the Taoist Sentai Scroll sent by the Supreme Light and Darkness. It was very useful.
Most of Chi Wuming's body was directly blasted, and the body-protecting magic weapon was also shattered. Thousands of phantoms attacked together. Although they were just ordinary attacks, they could be superimposed together, far exceeding Chi Wuming's ability to resist.
"Stop fighting, I admit defeat!"
Jian Ji Xukong wanted to fight again, so Chi Wuming quickly spoke.
This battle is over.
Chi Wuming ran away without looking back.
A few years ago, he was defeated by Ji Congxin here with a single move. A few years later, he was defeated by Ji Congxin's disciples without even seeing Ji Congxin's face.
Why are you staying here? Is it embarrassing? Chi Wuming has no shame in being left here.
In the next hundred years, he may become the laughing stock of Zhongzhou.
No one among the elders and disciples of Haotian Sect dared to laugh, and they left in despair.
The monks from other sects who accompanied them eagerly stepped forward to establish a relationship with Ji Xukong.
On the seventh small step of Cai Da Neng, he defeated a powerful Dao Slayer.
What a great talent! In the future, no matter how bad you are, you will still be a saint. Wouldn’t it be a hundred times better than Chi Wuming?
They kept congratulating Ji Vukong.
Ji Xukong talked for a few words and said goodbye somewhat boringly.
Returning to Qishi Mansion, he met his cheap master and brother.
“Well done.”
Ji Congxin praised him.
"As a reward, how about I give you a special death training?" Ji Congxin said in a negotiating tone.
"Ah! Master, didn't you agree that if you win, you will be rewarded, and if you lose, you will face death training? You can't be a swindler."
Ji Xukong's expression changed.
He could guess with his toes that the so-called special death training must be his cheap master rubbing him thousands of times.
"Then... how about changing the name to Survival Training? As your reward."