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Jiang Tong landed on the top of the Witch God Tower, and saw a slender and fit middle-aged man sitting cross-legged.

His crossed legs were a few inches from the top of the tower, sinking and floating in the void, as if something was holding him up.

Jiang Tong frowned.

The man is raising his eyes high, looking at the great sun and exhaling.

This is Huaguo Wujie, the Taoist practice of exhaling and exhaling.

As he exhaled slowly in one breath, the two white horses swirled in mid-air like dragons swimming, and got into the man's nose.

The chest also rises and falls, as if caught in the rhythm of this world, completely integrated into one.

"Mr. Jiang, you are here!"

The little witch god got up slowly, his eyes were shining brightly, as if he had encountered a lifelong enemy.

He didn't walk on the ground, just stood in the air like this.

Jiang Tong's clothes fluttered, his eyes were bright, and he stood casually opposite the little witch god.

With his hands behind his back, he stood on the top of the hundred-story Witch God Tower, overlooking the capital of Mecca.

Said lightly:

"The Tower of the Witch God was built 300 years ago. Inside it is enshrined the statue of the Great Witch God, which represents the peak of Mecca and the peak of the Wu Kingdom!"

"You and I are here today, isn't it the pinnacle of the martial arts duel!"

Jiang Tong saw the little witch god with a sad face.

At his level, he should have no joy or sorrow, and not be disturbed by anything.

The little witch god went on to say:

"When my cultivation has reached my realm, one step forward, I will become the legendary Martial Dao Transformation God. I can transcend the world, be unrestrained and at ease, and let me freely roam the world."

"But the realm of transforming gods is difficult, and it is difficult to enter the blue sky!"

Jiang Tong couldn't deny it.

The cultivation base of the little witch god has reached He Jin Dzogchen, which means that in this realm, there is no way to advance, and there is no way to improve.

Just like what he said, going forward is the transformation of martial arts into gods.

The more advanced the cultivation base, the more difficult it is to break through to transform into a god, just like climbing to the sky on foot, it is almost impossible.

Otherwise, in the past thousand years, there have been countless amazing and brilliant people who have shocked the past and the present.With their innate talents, it's easy to cultivate to the strength.

But in the end, there were no more than a dozen people who stood on the summit of Transformation God.

I don't know how many people have no hope of transforming into gods all their lives, and they are trapped in He Jin cultivation for life and death.

The little witch god revealed memories.

As if confiding in his heart for decades, he said indifferently: "I am 120 years old this year, so far, I have been trapped in Hejin for 80 years."

"In the past 80 years, I have traveled all over the world's famous rivers and rivers, and even the most remote and most populated corners of this star have left my footprints."

"It's a pity that the search failed, and I have not been able to find a way to break through to transform into a god. In the end, I can only put my hope in Huaguo."

Jiang Tong asked curiously, "Then did you find it?"

The little witch god shook his head: "Before I was a hundred years old, I destroyed the Dharma and rebuilt it. I worked hard to study the heavenly scriptures hidden in the Huaguo Road and the secret scriptures of Buddhism. I plan to find another way to find the way to transform gods."

He sighed softly.

Even in the country of Hua, there are very few records about the breakthrough of Huashen.

Only in some ancient books of unofficial history, will it be mentioned casually, but it is only a few words.

With a strong cultivation base, generally a person with a little talent, with the guidance of a famous teacher, and with his own hard work, will be able to step into it sooner or later.

Transformation is different.

At this transcendent realm, talent and perseverance can no longer make up for it.

Since ancient times, those who can become gods are all people with great perseverance, great luck, and great talent.

Jiang Tong's eyes flickered.

The middle-aged man in front of him is full of breath and profound.

He is the closest person Jiang Tong has seen to the God of Transformation in these years, and he can touch the Hall of God of Transformation with just a small step forward.

"So you and I fought desperately, intending to break through between life and death." Jiang Tong said with a sneer.

What the little witch god was thinking, how could he hide it from Jiang Tong's eyes.

He nodded frankly:
"Not bad!"

"I read it in an ancient book in the Hua Kingdom. The most direct and feasible way to step into the God of Transformation is to fight with one's life and stimulate one's own potential."

"In the end, I have an epiphany in life and death. I think this method is very suitable for me."

The little witch god is too old.

Except for this method, the rest will take too much time to verify one by one.

In at most 20 years, he will die of old age.

For such strong people, what they lack the most is time.

Jiang Tong sighed and shook his head.

The little witch god frowned: "Sir, do you think this method is not feasible?"

Jiang Tong said, "What I mean by shaking my head is that if you use me as a stepping stone, you are doomed to fail today."

The little witch god laughed loudly.

The two big eyes were piercing, and when he waved his hands, the vitality of the whole body gathered and gathered into clouds in the palm of his hand.

"Sir, don't be too deadly. It's not certain who will win."

He waved.

The cloud and mist in his palm soared several times, and Jiang Tong saw at a glance that the so-called white mist was the condensation of countless filaments as thin as cicada's wings.

Among them, the hardness can cut steel.

The cultivation level of the little witch god can control the power of heaven and earth, and he can come at any time.Compared with Wu Zang, there is a world of difference.

Jiang Tong shook the clouds and mists with one punch.

With his hands behind his back, he snorted coldly:

"If you blindly immerse yourself in manipulating the world, you will be assimilated by this world sooner or later. Compared with martial arts itself, it is the opposite."

The little witch god was full of disdain, apparently not listening.

He just gently raised his hand, and shook it against the void in front of Jiang Tong. An invisible force squeezed Jiang Tong's body for several feet.

If it were an ordinary martial artist, he would have been crushed to pieces long ago.

Jiang Tong just stomped his foot casually, as if something exploded in the void.

The little witch god had a curious face.

"Mister's cultivation is indeed amazing, and he is not inferior to me at such a young age. Standing in front of Mr., I can feel his majestic and vast spiritual power, as well as the ocean-like mana fluctuations."

After he finished speaking, the topic changed.

He hummed softly:
"But you don't have much reverence for this world. A person like you will never be able to step into Huashen."

Jiang Tong ignored it.

With a punch, the light of the fist flew across the sky, and only a beam of long light traversed the sky above the Witch God Tower, shooting into the void thousands of meters away.

Many people watching the battle took a breath of air.

This method has long surpassed ordinary people, and is no different from gods.

"You are not bad, I have seen the strongest Wuzang, and he is nothing in front of you."

Jiang Tong commented.

Wu Zang is at the peak of joint strength, and the little witch god is also at the peak of joint strength.

But there is a difference in this kind of combined power peak. Wu Zang was able to stand in this position because he borrowed too much external force and devoured other strong people to improve himself.

With such a peak combined strength, the little witch god can kill with just a raise of his hand.

He sighed:

"I have already reminded Wu Zang that for martial arts cultivation, relying on too much external force will only lead to unstable foundation."

Obviously Wu Zang didn't listen.

At the age of more than 40 years, he has stepped into He Jin, but in Jiang Tong's eyes, his cultivation in his whole life has stopped here.

For Wu Zang, there is no hope for Wuzang to transform into a god.

"Sir, let's use your strength. How can you let me fall into life and death with these means of yours? How can you talk about comprehension?"

The little witch god smiled confidently.

He couldn't hurt Jiang Tong.

But Jiang Tong's moves, he also stopped them casually.

What the two of them did just now was just a test.

Jiang Tong grinned, showing his white teeth: "Okay, if you want to live or die, I will fulfill you!"