Thousands of feet high in the sky, the two of them were already in the middle of thick dark clouds. When they saw a ball of purple light hitting the door in front of them, Wei Zhongran's eyes widened suddenly.
"If you want to kill Wei, you have to see how much stronger you are than Teng Wuji?"
He also raised his hands fiercely, and two black lights suddenly appeared in his hands, blocking them in front of him instantly.
Hearing a loud "Dang!" sound, Wei Zhongran's entire body flew backwards. After taking four steps back, he stood in the air again.
And with this loud noise, the surging dark clouds in the sky seemed to have heard the order, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.
Suddenly, fog rose within a hundred miles, and it rained heavily. The monks from both sides fighting below also put up their spiritual shields.
But just for a moment, the foundation-building monks already felt that something was not good. The rain contained a bone-numbing force, as if they were struck by lightning.
And just when something felt wrong, there were already screams one after another, making people feel numb all over.
Many foundation-building monks fell into coma after just counting their breaths, or even died one after another while convulsing all over their bodies.
This situation not only occurs to the foundation-building monks of Fengliang Mountain, but also to the Nanhai monks. There is no difference.
Even those golden elixir monks felt something bad after only holding on for a few breaths. Every drop of rainwater hitting their spiritual shield would sparkle with a flash of purple light.
Seeing this, the golden elixir monks on both sides dared not stay here. After they stopped, they swept up their own disciples and hurriedly flew hundreds of miles away under the heavy rain.
The old demon cultivator simply turned a deaf ear to everything that happened below. He stared at Wei Zhongran opposite with a pair of blue eyes with a smile.
For those Nanhai monks, if they are dead, they are dead. If they catch some more, he will not have any scruples.
If he hadn't considered that there were demons and demon soldiers below, he would have struck harder. Just a drop of rain could kill those foundation-building monks. If the golden elixir monks were too slow to hide, they would still die in large numbers.
It's not like I can leave alive like I am now.
The old demon cultivator stared at the fat young man opposite him. He was not surprised that his attack was blocked just now. Before that, they had already had a quick fight for about ten breaths, and they both had a certain understanding of each other's strength.
learn.
At this moment, the fat young man was holding a black gold sledge hammer in each hand. Each hammer head looked very terrifying, the size of three or four adult heads.
A long spike protruded from the top of Wujin's hammer head, which was constantly emitting a dark golden light. The sledgehammer looked so uncoordinated in the hands of the fat young man.
This is a weapon that is as tall as a giant of their demon cultivator clan, and only appears domineering when held in their hands, but it is held in the hands of a fat young man who is not too tall, like a simple and honest Confucian scholar, holding a sharp blade.
coordination.
Wei Zhongran was dressed in a dark green robe. He originally looked very gentle and elegant. At this moment, with a pair of sledgehammers behind his hands, a strong and iron-blooded spirit burst out from his body.
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Just now, these two black-gold sledgehammers collided with each other and caught the purple electric cauldron in a swift collision.
The old demon cultivator who called himself Lei An Dao saw that Wei Zhongran was not saying a word, and his aura was getting stronger. He raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, and with a "pop" sound, the purple flames on the small purple electric cauldron suspended in the air,
It expanded violently.
In the heavy rain that was surging with dark clouds, it looked like a purple ghost with only its head left. The surrounding rainwater suddenly gathered with the purple flames, and it quickly gathered towards Xiaoding.
Then Lei An's knife intertwined his hands, and with a fierce twist in the air, the small purple electric cauldron quickly spun, and the small cauldron rose higher and higher in the rapid rotation, rising to the top of Wei Zhongran's head in the blink of an eye.
The raindrops that had just gathered in the cauldron seemed to be thrown out from the bottom of the small cauldron as the purple electric cauldron rotated rapidly, and the raindrops with purple flames covered Wei Zhongran below.
Wei Zhongran's eyes became even darker. He raised his hand and threw it with one hand, and a black gold sledgehammer came out.
As soon as the sledgehammer reached the top of his head, it circled like a violent storm, forming a hoop-like loop that firmly protected Wei Zhongran below.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-dang..."
A series of dense sounds suddenly sounded loudly, as if someone was frantically knocking on a piece of metal.
After each drop of raindrops with purple flames disperses, it hits the hoop-shaped loop, becoming denser and denser, and the purple flames on the raindrops become more and more strange.
There were elongated white-faced evil spirits in the flames, biting viciously at the black light on the hoop-shaped loop, as if trying to bite out a gap.
Wei Zhongran's face below him became more and more solemn, and his free hand was constantly changing the magic formula.
Gradually, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but his expression remained the same, neither happy nor sad. A little golden light slowly appeared in the center of the pupil between his dark eyes.
In the wind and rain, the small purple electric cauldron continued to collect large amounts of rainwater from all sides while rotating, and the next moment it was thrown out from the bottom of the small cauldron, as if it was endless and never-ending.
More and more blood seeped out from the corners of Wei Zhongran's mouth, but he seemed to be unconscious and allowed the blood to flow to his chest and skirt, slowly dyeing the dark green clothes deeper.
"No wonder my unlucky junior brother Fei Yihe, who is your enemy, lost his voice so quickly. The depth of Daoist Brother Wei's magic power is far beyond the peak of those fake babies I have seen.
What kind of realm is this? To say that a fake infant is not a fake infant, and to say that a Nascent Soul is not a Nascent Soul is really surprising. There is such a realm between the two that has never been heard of before."
At this time, Lei An Dao's hands were like raindrops, constantly pointing towards the small purple electric cauldron rotating in the air.
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but his mouth remained calm as usual.
He said this calmly, like two old friends chatting, but he was actually extremely surprised. He had never seen such a strange state between the fake infant and the Yuanying.
This level should be able to crush all golden elixirs, but it is slightly lower than the real Yuanying early stage. However, if you want to defeat him in the early Yuanying stage, you may have to pay a high price.
He is in this situation now, and it is a bit difficult to deal with the person in front of him. Teng Wuji is in the middle stage of Jindan. As Teng Wuji's senior brother, he has only been a demon general for thirteen years.
Thirteen years are very rare for a large realm to be stable, especially at their level of cultivation. After the news of this trip to the Desolate Moon Continent reached Lei An Dao's sect, he immediately chose to leave seclusion.
Both he and Teng Wuji chose to be the first monks to fight in this cross-border war. Lei Andao wanted to sharpen his realm through this kind of war.
Teng Wuji also had the same idea. He was only a few inches away from the late stage of Golden Elixir. However, more than two hundred years had passed. No matter how he practiced, his magic power was more solidified.
The realm is like a big mountain, which firmly stuck him at the peak of the middle stage of Jindan. The bottleneck has not been loosened at all. The fact is just as they expected. After arriving in Huangyue Continent, they did get a lot of benefits.
But more than a month ago, after Teng Wuji left, there was no news. After Lei Andao got the news, he went to the valley to inquire about it for a long time. Finally, he obtained the information about the monks from Fengliang Mountain and finally targeted it.
On Wei Zhongran's body.
In order to attack Wei Zhongran this time, Lei An Dao must come.
The way he is fighting now seems to be taking advantage, and it looks very relaxed on the surface, but in fact it is not the case. The opponent's defense is tougher than imagined.
The mana of Leian's knife was also being consumed rapidly. In this moment alone, about 30% of the mana was consumed.
And all he got was blood overflowing from the corner of Wei Zhongran's mouth, his body still as stable as a rock, standing motionless on the spot, and his breath seemed to be longer than him. How could this not shock him?
"How can a barbaric immortal cultivator like you, who lives in a corner, be able to comprehend my martial arts in the Desolate Moon Continent?"
Just when Lei An's sword seemed to be attacking and he was chatting in a relaxed manner, what surprised him was that Wei Zhongran could also speak at this moment, but the speed of his words was only slightly slowed down, and it was not so stressful that he had no time to care.
Just as Wei Zhongran was speaking, without any warning, the giant hammer in his other hand suddenly resembled a hidden weapon. With a flash of black light, it came out of the rain curtain in front of him.
The sledgehammer went straight to Lei Andao's belly, smashing countless rain screens along the way, like sharp arrows breaking through the waves. Looking at the dull sound of wind amidst the whistling of the sledgehammer, Lei Andao was surprised and puzzled.
The other party was clearly struggling against the small purple electric cauldron above.
Even with internal injuries, he was very surprised to be able to speak. How could he still have the energy to attack him?
"Pretending to be injured!"
As soon as this thought flashed, Lei Andao felt that something was wrong and it made no sense at all.
Wei Zhongran's attack at this moment was not a sneak attack when he thought the overall situation was settled, but an open and honest attack on the purple electric cauldron above him while attacking himself. Everything happened under his nose.
He couldn't understand Wei Zhongran more and more, but he still couldn't understand. The movement of Lei An's knife was not slow. He freed up a hand and drew it in front of his chest. He bent his wrist inward and then drew it outward with a strong force.
Send out from the palm forward.
The heavy downpour in front of him turned into a big blue hand, half a person tall. The big hand was surrounded by blue and purple electric light, making a harsh sound of "ZiZiZi...".
The giant palm met the giant hammer and struck it.
With a sound of "Bang!", the two sides collided.
The collision caused heavy rain to fly in all directions, forming a rainless blank area in front of Leian's sword.
Immediately afterwards, Leian Dao's expression also changed, and his body quickly flashed towards him, and a long and pointed thorn suddenly passed through Youlan's big hand and hit his lower abdomen.
The big hand that Lei An Dao gathered just now was actually unstoppable. That palm condensed 30% of his mana, and also borrowed the power of thunder and lightning from heaven and earth.
A Nascent Soul monk's 30% mana, even if it is lightly tapped on a giant peak, will suddenly turn it into a pile of rubble.
What stabbed his lower abdomen was the sharp spike on the front of Wei Zhongran's sledgehammer. It was as fast as a poisonous dragon coming out of its hole, and it only took a moment to penetrate the blue hand.
When something unexpected happened, Lei An Dao was just startled and reacted quickly. If Lei An Dao hadn't felt that Wei Zhongran was in a strange state and was always on guard and did not underestimate the enemy, he would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.
The Lei'an knife held the chest and abdomen, exchanging distance for space. When contracting the abdomen, the body turned sharply to the right. With a "chi" sound, the sharp and long thorn penetrated a series of raindrops, and also pierced the air.
Because of this hasty dodge, Lei An's sword was also delayed in the magic technique, and the small purple cauldron spinning in the air was stagnant for a moment.
The golden spots in Wei Zhongran's eyes flashed across from him, and a strong smell of blood hit his face. This made Lei An's sword a little horrified. It seemed like a battlefield appeared in front of him, with a sea of blood and mountains of corpses on the battlefield.
But he had extraordinary cultivation. He snorted coldly, and the illusion in front of him disappeared. He also grabbed the sharp thorn in front of his lower abdomen.
Wei Zhongran, who was on the opposite side, suddenly moved. He jumped up suddenly, grabbed the other sledgehammer flying above his head, and hit the small purple cauldron in the air fiercely.
With the sound of "Boom!", the entire dark world focused on the two fighting, whipped up a strong wind, and the layers of dark clouds in the sky were torn into a big hole in an instant, and a ray of sunlight fell down.
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This chapter has been completed!