Every sword intent he releases is enough to easily kill any immortal skeleton.
Millions of sword intentions originate from the sword, and they start over and over again, endlessly.
Even after killing all the immortal bones in front of him, he didn't expend too much effort.
This is a road of immortal bones, and it took countless immortals to fall here to create it.
Although an army of 100,000 immortal bones has been revived, Jian Wushuang knows that this is just the beginning.
This blood river and bone road hidden under the imperial city seems to have not been opened for countless years, and is full of an unspeakable ancient prohibition.
Jian Wushuang was alone, stepping on the broken immortal bones under his feet, heading towards the deepest part of the Bone Road.
Everything has just begun.
In order to prevent emergencies from happening, he directly let the sword intention flow around his body, so that he could react directly if danger approached.
On this road of bones, apart from the immortal bones that have lost their immortal charm, there are only broken treasures and real swords scattered all over the place.
They have been broken for countless years and have long since fallen asleep with their respective owners.
The most well-preserved among these treasures are some real swords.
They thrust into the ground diagonally, and although the blades were no longer sharp, they were still surging with mighty force, as if they were waiting for a battle.
The further forward Jian Wushuang felt, the more unusual he felt.
That ancient sense of restriction became even stronger.
At the same time, the white bones under his feet were very different from before, turning into gray-white.
After walking another hundred feet, Jian Wushuang saw a strange scene.
In the very center of the road of bones, there is a pile of bones made of countless bones, blocking the way forward.
The gray-white broken immortal bones no longer had any trace of immortal charm flowing through them, but they gave Jian Wushuang an unprecedented pressure.
He had an intuition that something dangerous was buried in this pile of bones.
If he followed his character, he would definitely not move forward to get involved, but the current situation forced him to move forward.
As soon as he stepped into the realm of piles of bones, an extremely violent storm arose in an instant.
The next moment, the pile of white bones that was ten thousand meters high suddenly shattered, and a dark arm that looked like a real dragon protruded from it, slamming hard into the position where Jian Wushuang was.
Jian Wushuang was shocked. Although all these changes happened too fast, he still expected it. He crossed his arms and actually received the sky-shattering blow.
"boom!"
He groaned, and his immortal body instantly flew hundreds of feet away!
His legs plowed open two deep ravines in the bone-white earth before he stopped.
Holding back the qi and blood boiling in his immortal body, Jian Wushuang looked ahead solemnly.
The pile of bones as high as ten thousand feet had collapsed like a mountain. Two black arms that looked like real dragons pushed aside the countless bones, gradually revealing their true appearance.
Seeing this scene, even Jian Wushuang was a little moved.
Under the pile of bones, there was a dark figure sitting thousands of feet high, like a low mountain!
This dark figure sat cross-legged in the middle of the White Bone Road. His whole body was extremely dark, with his chest exposed and his belly wide and his face round.
In particular, her belly is extremely large, taking up almost two-thirds of her entire body, making her look like a fat Maitreya.
The Zen clothes on his body were extremely dilapidated, and his fat face had a strange oily sheen.
Two rays of red light shot out from his narrowed eyes, and the only thing left in his eyes when he looked at Jian Wushuang was greed.
Immediately afterwards, a scene appeared that made Jian Wushuang feel a little uncomfortable.
Lines of saliva like waterfalls dripped down from the mouth of the big-bellied Buddha, almost converging into a river.
Then he opened his palms, grabbed the fairy bones scattered on both sides, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them.
Weird creaking sounds resounded on the Bone Road.
Jian Wushuang frowned and quietly formed an invisible sword.
"Hey, I haven't smelled the smell of immortality for a long time..."
The big-bellied Buddha let out a weird laugh, and his saliva almost turned into rivers.
"Let me take a small bite, just take a small bite. I won't eat you all, okay?"
"..."
Jian Wushuang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and pointed the invisible sword in his hand straight forward.
"If you can't kill me, just let me take a small bite and I'll let you go, okay?" the Big-Belly Buddha said greedily.
"Die."
He said softly, and in order to win the battle quickly, he directly used his ancestral skills.
Nowadays, the reason why Jian Wushuang has not abandoned his ancestral skills is because these two ancestral skills have grown up and have not been put online.
Today's two ancestral techniques are enough to rival the immortal technique.
The ancestral arts, the Tianmen of the Quan Realm, and the ultimate attainments of the Tianmen were all released at this moment.
Two magnificent heavenly gates spanned the top of the Big Belly Buddha's head, and then a giant finger and palm reaching the sky, carrying endless power, hit his head hard.
The next moment, wailing resounded.
The majestic brilliance emitted by the two ancestral arts directly enveloped him.
The endless energy explodes on this road of bones.
The wail of the Big-Belly Buddha echoed throughout the countryside.
When the remaining power of the ancestral technique dissipated, the big, round head of the Pot-Belly Buddha had collapsed into a piece.
An unknown dark liquid flowed from his broken head.
"I want you to die!"
He was furious to the extreme, and a powerful suction force suddenly shot out from his huge mouth.
Jian Wushuang, who was standing hundreds of feet away, felt the suction force and hurriedly swung his sword to cut away the terrible suction force.
Seeing that it didn't suck him over, the Big-Belly Buddha stretched out its thousands-foot-long arm and smashed him over.
Every time he waved his arm, it was enough to shatter the space.
The land of bones kept collapsing, huge arms crashed down, and Jian Wushuang quickly dodged.
Such a powerful blow is enough to make ordinary immortals burst into tears on the spot.
Holding the invisible sword in hand, Jian Wushuang jumped up a thousand feet in one step and climbed onto one of the arms of the Big-Belly Buddha.
"Jie Jie, put it in my mouth!"
The big-bellied Buddha opened its huge mouth, faced him and swallowed him.
Jian Wushuang turned around and glanced at the giant mouth, then suddenly stabbed his arm with the real sword in his hand.
"Break it!" Jian Wushuang roared in a low voice. At this moment, millions of sword intentions rushed along the blade and into the arm of the Big Belly Buddha.
The sword's intention is like a mountain and sea, bursting into flames.
The next moment, a huge arm measuring thousands of feet exploded directly from the middle, and the infinite sword intent was released.
With just one strike of the sword, one arm of the Big-Belly Buddha was severed!
The arm that looked like a divine peak fell down and hit the bone road heavily, stirring up thousands of feet of smoke and dust.
Falling to the ground again, Jian Wushuang raised his sword card and looked at the wailing pot-bellied Buddha, thinking about how to kill it quickly.
Through this brief confrontation, Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that he was most likely a Level 6 Dayan Immortal. It would probably not be an easy task to kill him completely.
"Zarp, I want you to die, I want you to die without a burial place!"