Dragging a green dragon hundreds of meters long with one hand, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.
In the distance, there were at least hundreds of bloody auras escaping in all directions.
King Qingjiao is the top demon in the world, so he naturally has many little demons around him to protect him.
But even King Qingjiao was beaten to death, and he was not attacked with magic weapons, but directly smashed to death with his fists. Such a figure made all the little monsters sheltering around him flee as fast as possible.
"boom!"
The green dragon was thrown heavily in front of Caifeng, and a shining green seal rotated between Zhao Wen's fingers.
This is the river god's throne on Qingjiao's body. This seal represents the heaven and earth status of a river, including dozens of affiliated river gods under this river.
Controlling this seal is equivalent to controlling dozens of gods.
There is no hope of becoming an immortal through cultivation, and divine status is the only hope for immortality for all cultivators.
Only the top disciples in the sect can be assigned to the god position.
Dozens of god positions mean that Zhao Wen can establish a cultivation sect at any time as long as he is willing.
Since practicing, Zhao Wen has rarely fought with others, let alone this kind of fist-to-flesh fight. He directly smashed a green dragon that was about to become an immortal to death. Now he can only feel the blood boiling all over his body.
The clothes on his body were just ordinary fabrics, already in tatters from the previous battle.
The soul that had merged into the body had regrouped in the sea of consciousness, which was obviously larger than before, and felt a little more substantial.
The Taoist sect's top magical powers complement each other with cultivation. Now Zhao Wencai understands that using the magical power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers in battle can also promote the growth of the soul.
"Master!" Caifeng's voice was timid, and she whispered to Zhao Wen: "The body of King Qingjiao is too big, and the slave's magic weapon cannot fit in it!"
She was sent to Zhao Wen as a maid in order to make friends with this Taoist genius who practiced thunder magic.
After all, the geniuses of the cultivating sect have always been extremely arrogant, and they would not even look at the demon clan if they encountered them.
Zhao Wen, the top genius of the Taoist sect, was accompanied by a mountain fox demon who had nothing but good looks. When such an opportunity appeared in front of him, the Tushan clan would of course seize it.
Caifeng herself is willing to stay with such a top talent.
He even fantasized about completely capturing Zhao Wen with his charm, and then becoming a Taoist couple.
With the protection of such a top genius, or a top genius who has practiced thunder magic, no matter who he is in the world, he has to give himself a few points. All the women in the demon clan will probably envy him in their dreams.
But just now, Zhao Wen did not use the thunder method, but directly stepped forward and beat the world's top demon king, King Qingjiao, to death with his fists.
But let Caifeng know that her young master is more than a top genius.
Now he can be said to be the most powerful person in the world. Even the head of the Tushan clan is far from being able to compare to such a strong person.
Looking at Zhao Wen standing in front of him, with a savage aura all over his body, coupled with the blood of the green dragon stained on his body, whether it was Caifeng, Qingfeng or Lianxiang, his eyes were shining brightly when he looked at Zhao Wen.
The people who fled far away knelt down one by one to worship Zhao Wen, beating the river god to death, and now beating a dragon to death. In the hearts of these people, the gods in the sky were nothing more than this, and the sacrifices were extremely pious.
The incense wishing power flew towards Zhao Wen, and was naturally absorbed by the Tiangang Earth Evil Formation on Zhao Wen's body.
But part of it still fell into the River God Seal. After carefully exploring it with his spiritual consciousness, Zhao Wen discovered that all the incense and incense power used to pray for good weather will be directly absorbed by this seal, and will be distributed to the people after transformation.
Part of the River God.
With just a piece of incense and aspiration, you can practice hard for several months in a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant.
In this world where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely scarce, with such benefits, it is no wonder that they are all competing for the position of gods. Just one position can make a world of difference between the two sides with similar strength.
But now, all the gods in this river belong to themselves.
Raising his hand to grab it, Qingjiao's body has been taken into the Tiangang Earth Evil Formation.
Zhao Wen himself also disappeared at the same time, and when he appeared, he had changed into a new set of clothes.
Zhao Wen has now decided to find a magic weapon like clothes in this world no matter what.
Practitioners, especially those who are about to break through to the realm of earthly immortals, are still wearing ordinary clothes. I am afraid that there are not many monks in the whole world who are shabbier than myself.
"The local magistrate of Xiaguan pays homage to the Immortal!"
Seeing that the fighting here was over, the magistrate who had just led the people to one side quickly ran over.
He looked at Zhao Wen with an expectant look on his face and said, "Please ask the Immortal to leave his name so that the people can build a temple to offer sacrifices."
The world is divided by cultivating forces. The Qingjiao is so powerful that it occupies an entire river. People around the river must offer sacrifices on three festivals every year.
But the monster's insatiable greed has already made the people miserable. Now a more powerful monk directly kills the green dragon, and the county magistrate's expression is extremely respectful.
He looked at Zhao Wen extremely carefully, with a look of anticipation on his face.
He noticed that the River God Seals of King Qingjiao had all fallen into the hands of the Immortal, which meant that the Immortal now controlled dozens of gods.
If the Immortal is willing to protect this group of people, he will have the opportunity to get close to the Immortal. It is possible that none of the dozens of divine positions will fall to him.
"Hahaha!"
Zhao Wen laughed. Even the arrogance of Qingjiao was that he only occupied a river as a water tribe and did not extend his influence to the shore. He was a newbie here. If he got involved rashly, he might not be able to do it for long.
It's time for trouble to come.
If you want incense and will power, you can definitely develop in the Great Qin world.
The world of Liaozhai is extremely vast, and the number of people there far exceeds that of Great Qin, but it has already been divided up by people.
The River God Seal in his hand is useless to him, but for the local cultivation sects in this world, it is definitely the most precious treasure.
The way to maximize profits is not to appoint a god to manage it yourself, but to exchange this river god seal.
The price is definitely not high for the right to appoint dozens of gods in one river, and to exchange each god for a top-notch magic weapon.
Amidst the laughter, the figures of Zhao Wen and the three maids slowly disappeared, leaving only the county magistrate with a regretful look on his face and the people who were still kneeling in worship.
At the same time, a young man who had practiced the five Tiangang supernatural powers and claimed to be a disciple of Maoshan directly smashed King Qingjiao to death with his fist, and the news that he controlled dozens of gods in his hands spread throughout the cultivation world in an instant!
For a time, countless cultivators looked at him sideways, especially those among the older sects who could not wait for the divine position for a while, and they searched in the direction of Zhao Wen as quickly as possible!