609 The Defying Egg Liquid 609 The Defying Egg Liquid Golden auras seeped out from within his body.
They intertwined behind his back.
As more and more auras gathered.
In the end, they interwove into a ten-foot-tall golden phantom with a blurred face.
It was exceptionally valiant, radiating golden light all over.
With eight arms spread out, it emitted a world-shaking brilliance.
Like an eight-armed deity!
As Jiang Fan thrust his palm forward.
The ten-foot-tall deity phantom moved.
Among the eight arms, two followed Jiang Fan’s movements.
Two blasts of golden energy shot out in an instant.
BOOM——
The stone door of the secret chamber was shattered to dust by the golden energy blast.
The energy did not lose its momentum, piercing through the walls of the palace, shooting through the expanse of the Demon Emperor Palace, and into the thick demon cloud in the sky.
In the demon cloud.
The Demon Emperor, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.
He raised his hand and caught the two dimming golden lights in his palm.
A tingling sensation hit his skin.
The Demon Emperor narrowed his eyes: “What is this?”
“Such domineering force!”
He stood up, following the residual golden traces, and looked towards Liu Li Palace.
“Jiang Fan?”
“What is he cultivating?”
A flicker of uncertainty passed through the Demon Emperor’s eyes.
This cultivation technique intrigued him.
Considering he still needed to cooperate with Jiang Fan for now.
He closed his eyes and resumed his cross-legged position.
In the secret chamber.
Jiang Fan stared at the shattered stone door, the collapsed palace walls, and the golden traces extending to the horizon in the sky.
He was stunned.
The Six-Path Masters inhaled sharply.
“Kid, what kind of bizarre thing have you cultivated?”
“The power of this palm strike, there’s hardly anyone below the Ninth Layer of Core Formation who can withstand it.”
Jiang Fan remained silent for a long time.
The divine image he had cultivated, which was one of the Four Symbols.
Limited by the True Spirit Blood, he had only cultivated it to a minor success.
Yet this power still shocked Jiang Fan.
The deity phantom behind him had only extended two arms.
If all eight arms were to strike simultaneously, what kind of power would it have?
Jiang Fan even thought.
Unbeatable at the Core Formation Realm was a conservative estimate.
Against someone in the Nascent Soul Realm, he might still have a fighting chance.
His eyes burned with intensity.
If he could obtain more True Spirit Blood and cultivate the divine image to perfection.
In today’s world, he could absolutely walk with an unrivaled presence, fearing no enemy.
“Jiang Fan! What are you up to?”
The commotion was so great that Liu Li, in a distant secret chamber, was alarmed.
She was slightly annoyed: “What if you scare our child?”
Jiang Fan’s mouth twitched.
Suddenly.