The monks in Meihuawu were alarmed by the fierce battle on the banks of the Eight Immortals River. When they came out to check, the new righteous man Wangshu Zhenjun was among them.
She quickly caught up with the two Nascent Soul cultivators who were relatively famous in Meihuawu, and said, "Wait a minute, fellow Daoist. I am Wangshu, a casual cultivator. I wonder what happened ahead?"
"I don't know. I was just about to go check it out."
After the two of them answered, Jiang Wangshu thanked them and ran to the Jindan cultivator who was flying low below.
"My name is Wangshu. Do you know what happened ahead?"
Jiang Wangshu was dressed in white clothes and had white hair, looking as dignified as an immortal. The two Jindan cultivators were so fascinated that it took them a long time to react and they quickly shook their heads.
Before they could say anything, Jiang Wangshu discovered that there were two Yuanyings coming from behind, and she flashed in front of them.
"Wait a minute, fellow Daoist. I am Wangshu, a casual cultivator. There seems to be a battle ahead. Please proceed with caution."
"My name is Wangshu, ahead..."
"My name is Wangshu, may I ask..."
"I am Wangshu..."
Jiang Wangshu traveled everywhere, being friendly and welcoming. No matter if they were Nascent Soul cultivators, Golden Core cultivators, or even those in the Foundation Establishment stage, he would greet them whenever he met them.
When Master Tie Zhang discovered that Dong Yue was in trouble and rushed to the battlefield from Meihuawu, Jiang Wangshu was with the Nascent Soul elders of two other immortal cultivation families in the Eight Immortals River.
"How dare you, devil!"
The Master of Iron Palm attacked in rage, but he was still a step too late. His extremely violent palm wind not only extinguished the ghost fires all over the mountains, but also burned Dong Yue, who might have been left with some residue, to ashes.
There is no way to salvage it, there is no way to rescue it.
Jiang Yuebai, under the identity of Jiang Wangshu, followed the two Nascent Soul elders from the Yan and Liu families and saw this scene as they approached the battlefield with the main force.
The man with the iron palm had his hair and beard dancing wildly, his face turned ashen with anger, his rage collided violently with the air, causing violent shocks to erupt around him, along with strange hissing sounds.
Jiang Wangshu moved forward a little and saw clearly a man wearing a black mask, in green clothes and with white hair, standing in the air above the battlefield. He took three steps back and shouted in fear among the crowd.
"That is the female demon who has recently become notorious and leaves no grass behind wherever she goes, the Poisonous Hand Rakshasa Shenzhou Sanren!!"
Everyone was attracted by her voice. The Nascent Soul cultivators might not have heard of it, but many Golden Core cultivators and Foundation Establishment cultivators all changed their expressions.
Among them, a Jindan cultivator squeezed out from the crowd. He happened to be the one who tried to snatch Lei Hou a few days ago and was almost killed by Chenzhou Sanren.
"Yes! It's her, it's her, it's her! She killed several people in the upper reaches of Jiuxiao River a few days ago, and her methods were extremely cruel!"
While everyone was discussing, the Iron Palm Master had already angrily attacked the Shen Zhou San Ren who was in mid-air.
"Devil, I will cut you into pieces today!"
The man on the iron palm blasted out with his palm, and the air was torn directly by the palm wind like cloth, leaving jagged cracks in the void. The extremely violent force instantly condensed into a giant palm as unshakable as a mountain, and slammed towards Jiang Yuebai without mercy.
The power of that palm strike terrified the onlookers, as if they had already seen the tiny Jiang Yuebai being blown into pieces.
No one noticed that Jiang Wangshu and Chen Zhousanren in the crowd frowned and clenched their fists at the same time.
As a wandering man of the sinking boat, Jiang Yuebai did not retreat. He took back the divine consciousness from the clone in the crowd and instantly transferred Lieque, Xiaolu and the black-armored bee swarm to the Lotus Platform Cave Heaven.
She concentrated her attention, put on her flaming armor, activated the light-condensing mirror, and summoned the magnetic ruler. Her white hair turned into thousands of white vines that danced wildly in the wind, quickly wrapping her body into a cocoon.
The surging magnetic black sand rose from the ground like a river, and collided violently with the giant palm.
Jiang Yuebai's two layers of protection, the magnetic black sand and the white vine cocoon, were shattered in an instant. Faced with the surging force that was enough to crush her into blood foam in an instant, Jiang Yuebai gritted her teeth and shouted, pouring out all her strength without reservation.
The ghostly fire on the flaming armor was violently suppressed by the palm wind. The condensing light mirror hidden in her chest tried her best to absorb the power of the giant palm, but most of it still hit her.
She tried to absorb the remaining energy into her spine, but the power at the peak of the Spiritual Transformation stage was too destructive. She had no time to absorb and transform it before it began to damage her body.
She can devour anything within her level.
Once she surpasses a major realm, the strength and concentration of that power will not be something she can deal with instantly, and it will crush her before she can complete the devouring.
Jiang Yuebai didn't know how much strength Master Iron Palm used in this palm strike, but she now knew that facing the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, she couldn't take a single blow from him.
After realizing it, Jiang Yuebai immediately released the space restriction stored in his sea of consciousness. His entire body turned into nothingness, and the power of the iron palm passed through his body.
This process was very long for Jiang Yuebai, but for the onlookers, it was just a moment.
In an instant, the iron palm pierced through her body!
boom!
An extremely powerful force exploded instantly, creating ripples that shattered the entire world, and the void storm poured in irresistibly.
The heaven and earth shook, there were deafening explosions, and a hurricane swept through like a dragon, madly strangling everything around it. The onlookers were terrified and hurriedly retreated.
The entire place where the battle took place was blasted through, and there was no time to repair the boundaries and laws. Several mountains in the distance were also razed to the ground by that palm strike, with smoke and dust filling the sky, leaving only a terrifying palm-shaped pit.
But what shocked everyone even more was that Chen Zhou Sanren, who was only in the early Nascent Soul stage, actually survived a palm strike from a peak Spirit Transformation stage!
This is simply impossible!
She was seen falling down on the river bank in a mess, her tattered clothes stained with blood. She raised her head suddenly, and the black iron mask on her face broke and fell off, revealing a cold and stern face.
She has dark eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, fiery red lips, and a red birthmark from the right corner of her eye to her temple. Against her porcelain-white skin and blood-stained white hair, she looks like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, with a kind of strength and indomitable spirit of "a plum blossom that blooms proudly in the snow and braves the cold."
Some people in the crowd looked at Master Wangshu unconsciously. Both of them had white hair and their eyes were indeed somewhat similar, but white hair was not uncommon in the world of cultivation. Some people had hair of different colors because of their skills, some because of their physique, and some for the sake of appearance.
Moreover, Chenzhou Sanren's face was mature, like a jar of aged wine, revealing a strong feeling.
On the other hand, Master Wangshu, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, had a young and clear face, an elegant temperament untainted by dust, and he was as graceful as an immortal, with an imposing righteousness.
The gap between the two is very obvious!
In mid-air, the Iron Palm Master looked at the still alive Jiang Yuebai in shock, revealing an expression of disbelief, but he soon noticed the fluctuation of the power of space, and immediately narrowed his eyes, with murderous intent surging.
Jiang Yuebai got up from the ground, staggered and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, facing the strong wind, laughing crazily like a female devil.
"Iron Palm Eunuch, you are a homosexual who can even seduce ghosts! If you want to kill me, wait for your next life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yuebai, who was using the identity of Chenzhou Sanren, directly cut through the ripples in space and escaped into it.
Master Tie Zhang was shocked by the words just now and was a beat slow to react. By the time he reacted, Jiang Yuebai had disappeared.
Thinking of those words, the man on Iron Palm was so angry that he was shaking all over, his hair standing on end, and he was furious.
"Devil, I... I will extract your soul and refine your spirit, and grind your bones to ashes!"
The Iron Palm Master disappeared into the air with tremendous rage and continued to chase Jiang Yuebai.
Under the night sky and the starry sky, all the onlookers stood there with their mouths half open, shocked, and unable to move, as if they were petrified.
That was a bit too much information...
(End of this chapter)