Not even a complete sentence was uttered.

But what shocked them even more was that Li An, who had been sitting there calmly from beginning to end, just flicked his sleeves and made the purple-haired man turn into fire and disappear from the world.

Just waving his robe so lightly, as if brushing away the dust in front of him.

However, the purple monsters, who were so powerful that they looked like evil ghosts, were instantly wiped out. Even the arrogant purple-haired man was not an exception.

Is this still the fairy Li Daoqing who always attacked from behind three hundred years ago?

This kind of strength is simply unbelievable.

That purple-haired man with such terrifying pressure must be at least the peak of the Immortal Three Slayers, or even a Half-Saint.

But in this way, he died easily.

I'm afraid the only one who can have such strength is...

saint!

Thinking of this, the eyes of the elders of the Jiang family, as well as the holy masters who were not yet dead, were even more shocked.

Since the Great Change of Heaven and Earth, the strong men in this world have only been able to stop at the second level of Immortal Stage, and it is impossible to even become the king of the Third Immortal Zhan Dao.

As for the saint, it has almost become a legend.

But now, a saint appeared in front of them.

And he is not an ancient person, but a contemporary.

What is even more difficult for them to accept is that this saint is actually the immortal Li Daoqing who once made the entire Eastern Wasteland jump.

Became the first saint since the shackles of heaven and earth!

Jiang Taixu also stayed in mid-air.

After a moment, as if he remembered something, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Hualong Pond.

He looked at Li An, his face was the same as three hundred years ago.

But at that time, he was very weak.

But now...

He knew the realm of the purple-haired man better than anyone else. He was a genuine saint.

And he is not weak, he is also strong in the realm of saints.

However, it was turned into ashes in the flick of Li An's sleeves.

Can the Saint King do such a thing?

Jiang Taixu whispered in his heart, although his body was dry, but in the past four thousand years, he had already reached the level of a saint king.

As long as you cultivate for a period of time, your realm will break through to the Saint King.

Soon, he came to a conclusion in his mind.

cannot.

"Can we reach this level in just three hundred years?"

Jiang Taixu whispered, looking at Li An with emotion.

He still remembered the scene in the past when he taught Li An the holy method of fighting, which made him speechless.

It took him half a month to teach me before I could get started.

I have never seen anyone with such poor understanding.

But fortunately, he only wanted to pass down the holy law of fighting so that it would not be lost in his hands.

But he didn't expect that the young man who he thought might not be able to go far on the road of spiritual practice would reach such a terrifying state in just three hundred years.

It was hard even for him to see clearly.

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Chapter completed!