Chapter 121: Heavenly Condemnation

"Still quite painful." Jiang Nan operated the Eight-Nine Profound Art and recovered immediately.

Looking up at the sky, the Heavenly Dao is very domineering.

Does it not tolerate anyone offending it?

He didn't believe it.

Today, he would use this tribulation to temper his God-Demon Body and temper all his divine abilities.

Truly breaking the cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

This tribulation was also much stronger than the ten-thousand-mile thunder path method set up in the Nangong Puye world; it wasn't even in the same grade.

That was the evolution of thunder methods; this was the Heavenly Dao not tolerating it.

Jiang Nan was also much stronger, and it could all be used for tempering.

The heavenly thunder, from the continuous strikes at the beginning and indiscriminate coverage, had already turned into a purple sea, a thunder pool.

Above and below, everything was chaotic.

This was an ocean of lightning, electric light surging, thunder like a tide, shattering everything.

Madly intertwining, a vast expanse.

Splitting people's bodies, crushing people's souls; all things in heaven and earth, no longer existing.

Like the Milky Way pouring down, like ten thousand stars falling.

All was destruction, making people terrified, hair-raising.

Jiang Nan was in the middle of it, his powerful God-Demon Body Refining and Eight-Nine Profound Art were often split open, his body emitting green smoke.

The people of the Disha Sect were even more miserable.

In a short time, the ten-thousand-year-old ancient power was shattered and turned into ruins.

Those disciples who were cursing were almost all wiped out.

Those elders who were once high and mighty were also more than half damaged.

The remaining ones were just looking at who was more miserable and who was more terrified.

Once contaminated by heavenly thunder, running anywhere was useless; the tribulation had identified you, locked onto you, and must strike you.

If you survive, you live; if you can't, you die.

Even if you are stronger, you can't help.

Once you help, you are also contaminated and will attract the tribulation of your own level.

Normal cultivators don't like to cross the heavenly tribulation; it's always a life-and-death situation.

What they cross is often an ordinary tribulation; Jiang Nan is acting against heaven, and many techniques don't belong to this world, so the tribulation is even more heaven-defying.

For the ordinary them, it's simply difficult to cross.

Unless it's a truly self-confident heaven-defying genius who fears no tribulation and even wants to provoke it to temper their own body.

Perhaps then they could enter to help pull someone or something.

Obviously, the Disha Sect didn't have such an existence.

"Ah ah... demon head, you won't die well."

"I won't let you go even as a ghost," a Dragon Transformation old man shrieked.

"The opponents you oppressed must have said this too, right? Did you ever care?" Jiang Nan said indifferently.

"Don't worry, under the tribulation, your soul will only scatter; you don't have the qualification to be a ghost."

"Ah, I'm not reconciled... if I had known, I should have gone out personally to suppress and kill you."

"Then let me send you on your way." Jiang Nan went over and exploded him with one punch.

"Demon head, you are so ruthless... you kill so wantonly, so cruelly, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"You guys didn't believe this before either, right?" Jiang Nan sneered.

"Demon head, you will definitely suffer heavenly condemnation, the Heavenly Dao will not tolerate you..." There were still a few struggling, with deep resentment and unwillingness.

They knew they couldn't resist.

If not for the trump cards accumulated over these years, they would have died long ago.

And the trump cards were also continuously breaking and shattering.

"I am suffering heavenly condemnation," Jiang Nan grinned, "You guys didn't kill wantonly, didn't commit sins?"

"Look at how ruthless this heavenly condemnation is."

"Let's suffer heavenly condemnation together," Jiang Nan said.

"Ah ah..." a few roared, is this human language?

We are suffering heavenly condemnation, isn't it brought by you?

"Are you innocent?" Jiang Nan looked on indifferently, without the slightest pity.

In his view, there was no innocence at all.

Coveting him and the girl, acting high and mighty, giving them a demon head title.

Calling on the world, hunting them down wantonly, and even having a rich bounty, making them enemies everywhere.

If their strength was a little worse, they would die without knowing how they died.

Why is it only allowed for you to kill people?

Today, since we've caught up, let's end it all, so that you won't be so strong, arrogant, and domineering later, killing the small ones and then the big ones, killing the big ones and then the old ones, and if that doesn't work, pulling in gangs.

Let's establish some prestige properly.

A ten-thousand-year power, can't it be destroyed?

Even Holy Lands can be destroyed.

Throughout history, it's not like Holy Lands haven't been destroyed.

The Sun Holy Land, the Ultimate Yin Holy Land, two ancient emperors fought for humanity and the myriad living beings of the nine heavens and ten earths, fighting in the forbidden zones to block the darkness; although they died, their fighting intent didn't extinguish, leaving only a piece of human skin to resist the erosion of darkness, which is moving and tragic.

And the result? ===== CHAPTER 122 =====