I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

This punch has been prepared for a long time, and it is extremely fierce. When the fist is swung, the wind of the fist has turned into an illusory fist shadow and shot at the opponent in advance.

The strong shock wave formed a wind tunnel in the air, and a horizontal tornado blasted on the body of Xu Mengnian, the holy spirit of Evans.

But it didn't cause much harm, Xu Mengnian, the holy spirit of Wensi, said happily: "You are nothing more than that, after I find out the details, don't even think about leaving."

Jiang Yeming didn't even have the energy to speak for this kind of guy with almost zero combat experience and full marks for talking, so he directly launched a two-stage attack.

The fist of Xu Mengnian, the holy spirit of Evans, exerted force again in a short distance.

In an instant, the fist strength increased to ten times its strength, and it hit Xu Mengnian's face again.

This time, Xu Fengnian, who was much stronger physically, was not knocked into the air again. He forcibly resisted the attack, and a huge dent appeared on his face, and all his silver teeth flew out.

This is not over yet, since Jiang Yeming decided to take action to avoid future troubles, he will not be merciful.

Immediately, a hundred punches came, although these attacks were much smaller, they were powerful, and they hit Xu Fengnian all over his body in a spattering manner.

These punches spread along Xu Fengnian's surface acupuncture points and spread throughout his body.

Immediately, even with a large amount of buffs added, Xu Fengnian, whose defense was greatly improved, couldn't stand it anymore.

Hundreds of blood sprayed out from his whole body, and his whole body collapsed into a ball like soft mud, about to fall to the ground.

Is this mashed?
However, Jiang Yeming did not relax at all to welcome the victory. His spiritual sense felt that there was a powerful force brewing in the mud.

Immediately, the shapeless flesh slowly branched out, and the bloody flesh was deforming and growing.

And what supports all of this is Xu Fengnian's literary movement and literary energy that has been completely refined into his body.

It turned out to be like this, Jiang Ye clearly realized that Xu Fengnian's spirit and soul were all destroyed, but his body had other supernatural powers. After the death of the original owner, he revived and formed a new life.

This new life has no hostility towards Jiang Ye, and according to the remaining memory, it spontaneously became the image of a saint that Xu Fengnian knew during his lifetime.

Immediately, a glow was born on the head of the new life, forming a circular halo on the back of the head.

This is the soul ring of God that only new gods have, and only new gods don't know how to restrain this silly-looking soul ring of God.

Jiang Yeming didn't expect this to happen. He killed a Confucian liar who could only attack with mouth cannons, but a god was born on his body.

This is a deity born in the Confucian world, a deity who has not yet been born with self-cognition, but only knows how to absorb literary energy.

It eagerly looks around.

Let it loathe those students who have absorbed the literary movement and literary spirit.

Xiong Da was an outlier, but it also ignored it.

In the end, the newly born god focused on Jiang Yeming and Dugu Qingye.

For Jiang Yeming, it has a deep fear subconsciously, after all, it is an existence that can harm its life.

But for Dugu Qingye, it has no scruples, with a kind face, descending in front of Dugu Qingye like a Confucian or Taoist saint, stretching out his hand.

Although there was no words, Dugu Qingye was shocked by the aura displayed, and couldn't help but want to reach out his hand.

At this moment, Jiang Yeming stood in front of Dugu Qingye and looked coldly at the newborn god.

The nameless god, like a child who has done something wrong, lowered his head and dared not move.

Jiang Yeming stared at the strange god, and warned without looking back: "Don't be deceived by its appearance, the only purpose of this thing is to absorb literary spirit, if you touch it, you will be like those unlucky ones."

Dugu Qingye, who was startled, asked for a while, and was extremely shocked: "You mean that Xu Mengnian, the Holy Spirit of Wensi, died, but his body became a god?!"

Jiang Yeming thought for a while, and corrected: "It should be said to be a god, a kind of spirit state, but also has a godhead, but there is not much self-consciousness."

"Then how are we going to deal with it?" Dugu Qingye felt a little sympathy for the god who looked upright but bowed his head and didn't dare to move.

Jiang Yeming has seen many gods, and he doesn't have much fear of the existence of gods, let alone a newborn god like a baby.

But looking at Dugu Qingye's appearance, his heart moved slightly, he would leave this world soon, and his fate with Dugu Qingye was at an end, why not take this opportunity to give him a chance to end this karma.

Immediately, he quickly drew a magic circle in the air with his fingers, and flashing dotted lines appeared one after another, forming a three-dimensional magic circle, trapping the god.

After doing this, he said: "This newborn body of a god has spirit and no wisdom. If it is allowed to grow at will, it can change into a good god or an evil god due to the influence of the environment. Of course it won't work. Now there is only one way left. You will be the totem god of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and will intersect with you, live and die together, and achieve the way of the gods."

After listening to Jiang Yeming's words, Dugu Qingye was in a daze, but he didn't know how to make a choice. He kept muttering: "Should I become a god? Although I don't want to be a Confucian scholar, I don't have the idea of ​​becoming a god. But such a good opportunity is in front of me. If I don't, the patriarch will definitely kill me. It seems that becoming a god is not bad. I can live longer and protect the group."

After a while, he made a decision and said with a serious face: "Elder brother, are you sure you want to leave this great thing to me? You can take it yourself, I don't care."

Jiang Yeming responded calmly: "I have my own choice in the way of the gods, but this thing is too bad for me, so I'll leave it to you."

Hearing the senior brother's words, Dugu Qingye was ecstatic, nodded vigorously and said: "That's great, I agree."

"Just promise." Jiang Yeming seduced the opportunity, and those colored light threads gathered into a thin rope. Jiang Yeming pinched one end of the rope, and pressed it on Dugu Qingye's forehead like lightning. At the same time, he finally said: "I will use the power of the gods as a guide to hook your soul. Let go of your resistance and let me cast a spell."

Dugu Qingye, who was not on guard against his elder brother, let go of his heart without reservation.

Immediately, his sea of ​​soul consciousness broke into a huge golden pillar, and beside the pillar was an imaginary giant. The giant used its majestic soul power to forcibly refine the golden pillar into a liquid, and then used the golden liquid as ink to write mysterious talismans in Dugu Qingye's sea of ​​consciousness.

After drawing for a while, the golden liquid was completely consumed. Jiang Yeming's spiritual consciousness withdrew from Dugu Qingye's sea of ​​consciousness, and asked a little tiredly: "Do you feel refreshed and energetic? This is the benefit of having a god avatar. From now on, you have to condense the god avatar every day until one day you can fully control it to be considered a real success."

Dugu Qingye nodded vigorously, and after looking at his divine avatar, he suddenly remembered what was going on here, and hurriedly said: "Brother, let's go to the Sansheng Temple, don't let anyone take away the remains of the golden body.

Jiang Yeming smiled: "I can't get away, you and Xiong Da stay outside, and I will go to Sansheng Temple alone."

After speaking, he strode towards the Sansheng Temple.