In their hearts, the throne god is a god-like existence. It has been sheltering the Goza Shrine for hundreds of years. It is precisely by virtue of its power that the throne shrine can become the uncrowned king of this Hong Kong island.

Even martial arts masters such as Ram Shou and Murong Ruolang did not dare to provoke this ghost god in the Imperial Shrine. Because it possesses almost infinite power, and it is enough to exert the ability of a great grandmaster.

But now, the invincible God of the Throne in their minds was unexpectedly blown up by Li Xiaochun's punch?

As Li Xiaochun finished punching, a white cloud ring gradually spread out from his body, like a huge scream of a fighter jet whistling from a low altitude in all directions. The papier-mâché windows of the shrines, wooden houses, and buildings were all shattered by the sound.

Kill the god of the throne with one punch!

This is the strength of the strongest person in the mainland.

Zhang Shuo couldn't help but show joy on his face, and then the ram Shoumeng shouted: "No, adults can't be defeated so easily!"

Sure enough, as his voice fell, the field changed sharply.

Originally, he was punched by Li Xiaochun and burst his body, and only one head remained.

At this time, countless black mist suddenly converged like a tornado, and those black mist condensed under the head of the throne god, gradually condensing, and soon you could see the rudiments of a body.

First the body, limbs, thighs, arms, and finally the scales on the outside of the body.

However, within a few snaps of his fingers, the throne god actually condensed a physical body again. It looked exactly the same as before, not the slightest bit of injury. It's as if Li Xiaochun's earth-shattering punch had no effect on it at all.

Zhang Shuo's cheers abruptly stopped in his throat.

And the people at the shrine couldn't help but jump in surprise, Murong Ruolang's face was full of joy, but Li Ji saw the rebirth of the throne god, although he also smiled, but the smile was relatively stiff, and a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

However, the ram shou stroked his beard and said with a long smile: "Li Xiaochun was happy too early. As a ghost god who has lived for hundreds of years, how can Lord Goza be so easy to defeat? In this shrine, Lord Douglas is an immortal being. ”

"Won't you die?"

Looking at the throne god who had returned to his original state, Zhang Shuo's eyes couldn't help but reveal a sense of despair.

Faced with an enemy who can't be killed, anyone will despair.

The throne god made a hoarse voice:

"Li Xiaochun, I really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to throw such an earth-shattering punch. Even when I left the mainland, I couldn't have foreseen a powerful warrior like you. It's really a terrifying body, worthy of a spirit body that has cultivated to the pinnacle of physical body. ”

It was smiling, its red one-eyed staring at Li Xiaochun's body, undisguised its greed.

In the eyes of the Imperial Throne God, Li Xiaochun was able to make such a punch, undoubtedly relying on this spirit body.

"But what if you are strong? I am an immortal being in this shrine. Your punch is powerful, but the load is also terrifying. How many punches can you throw?" said the throne god with a smirk.

Li Xiaochun put his hands behind his back, watching the throne god gradually condense back into his body, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

His punch fused the mystery of the Drunken Eight Immortal Fist and the Twelve True Forms, that is, Li Tiantian couldn't stop it, even if the Great Grandmaster of Haoqi was here, if he ate his punch, he would end up seriously injured.

However, the throne god is different, it has long lost its body, and it is purely a ghost and god body condensed by the soul and spiritual power, and it can be reunited after being scattered. Moreover, in this shrine, the huge power of faith accumulated for hundreds of years has provided almost infinite spiritual support for the throne god. Let it be able to return to its original state even if it is continuously broken.

"Hmph, can you reorganize once, can you reorganize ten times, a hundred times? I want to see if you are really immortal today?"

After Li Xiaochun finished speaking, he stretched out his inky jade-colored fist again, and then his body shook.

"Boom. ”

The sound of thunder sounded in the void again, and the transparent and invisible air suddenly turned into white clouds as if the water surface had been broken, blowing away in all directions. The surrounding weeds and gravel were blown up by this white air wave.

And before Li Xiaochun could finish the last word, his body had already crossed the distance of dozens of meters again and rushed to the throne god.

This time, the Throne God was on guard, let out an earth-shattering roar, and grabbed the void with both claws, trying to catch Li Xiaochun. Its scaly claws, sharp enough to shred steel. It's a pity that the throne god is slow after all.

Li Xiaochun's speed reached five times the speed of sound, and he had already rushed in front of it almost instantly. Before its claws could be closed, Li Xiaochun had already punched through its chest.

Then the huge explosive force exploded in Li Xiaochun's hands, shattering the throne god all over, leaving only a head to explode out.

It's like a repetition of the scene just now.

The powerful Throne God was once again blown up by Li Xiaochun's punch.

"Second punch. ”

Li Xiaochun slowly withdrew his hand, raised his eyes, and saw countless black mist gathering again, quickly enveloping the throne god. After about ten breaths, the throne god condensed back into his body again. It exclaimed triumphantly:

"Li Xiaochun, I can't be killed, why don't you believe it?"

Li Xiaochun didn't listen to its words at all, but narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Sure enough, just as I thought, the speed of condensation and the solidity of the body have decreased. Although it is backed by the power of faith, after all, the divine soul has its strength, and it cannot be continuously recovered. ”

In the eyes of Zhang Shuo and others, the throne god is still the same as before. But Li Xiaochun could feel that when the throne god recovered his body for the second time, his speed was obviously one breath slower than the first time. And it's a little more transparent than before. All of this shows that the throne god is not truly immortal.

When the throne god was still shouting, Li Xiaochun had already raised his hand and stomped his feet, and shouted softly:

"Third punch!"

Boom, the thunderous sound of U reading .et sounded again, and it continued.

"Fourth punch!"

"Fifth punch!"

"Ninth punch!"

When Li Xiaochun hit nine punches in a row, the entire shrine was silent. The people of the shrine who were originally elated all looked at Li Xiaochun with dull eyes at this time.

Ram Shou is a real face at this time.

Because even people who don't know martial arts anymore can see it at this time, as the throne god is blown up again and again, the body is reunited again and again. It coalesced more and more slowly, and by the ninth, it took about a few minutes to condense. Moreover, the original incomparably condensed body of the ghost god has now taken on a translucent state.

Obviously, the immortality of the throne god is just nonsense, after being continuously exploded, it has been greatly damaged, and when it can't recondense its body, it is when it dies.