Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Great Nirvana of the First Palm
Mo Rufeng sacrificed his purple hair, floated into the air, looked at the three disciples who were already fighting, and couldn't help but frown.
"I really regret not killing you from the beginning!"
"Then go to hell and regret it!" Xuan Ye smiled coldly, and the red demonic power rushed out of his body, spreading around like a spreading red lotus.
At the same time, silently reciting the Wandering Spirit Art, the jade dragon's green light gradually rose, intertwined with the red demonic power. The powerful breath stirred up the strong wind, roaring and roaring.
Until they merge, the green light is like day, gradually engulfing the surrounding things.
Suddenly, the green light turned into a rainbow and soared into the sky, and a huge green beast tore through the light beam, shocking the world.
Although the power of the half-dragon was not as powerful as the first time he saw it, it still made Mo Rufeng's heart tremble.
He didn't believe it no matter what. The opponent in front of him was only in the middle stage of Hunling. Even if he had touched the half-yuan bottleneck, he still felt that he was out of reach.
However, he is no longer so afraid.
Thanks to falling into this strange space, he found a way to break through the bottleneck.
Mo Rufeng took out a thin black elixir and sipped it into his mouth, thinking that he should have found a secluded place to absorb it.
For this elixir, he did not hesitate to sacrifice two elders and eight deacons of the palace. In addition, the loss of personnel during the journey made him put the matter on hold and rush back to Bi Ling Sect.
However, Xuan Ye blocked it here, and now he can only absorb it forcefully. Even if it wastes some of the medicinal effect, he still has to pass the first level.
As the elixir was taken down, a wave of heat surged into his lungs, and powerful power spread to his limbs.
If spiritual power were like spring water, it was as if he had a spring plugged into his body at this moment, and the surging power flowed to his limbs, making people tremble with comfort.
Seeing the half-dragon rushing towards him, Mo Rufeng exhaled a breath of turbid air. The breath was different from before, and he poured into the spiritual pen with spiritual power.
The purple hair instantly shined brightly, and the purple light beam emitted rushed back the half-dragon.
When the light dissipated, a purple python that was slightly larger than the half-dragon appeared. Compared with the cyan half-dragon that the phantom transformed into, it had become somewhat more substantial.
Xuan Ye frowned slightly, already anticipating Mo Rufeng's change, and with his thoughts, he controlled the half-dragon to fight Zimang.
The battle between giant beasts is different from that of humans. Although each move is simple, it can shake the world. The two are constantly clashing, and it is difficult to tell the winner for a while.
In mid-air, the two of them held pens at the same time to counter each other, and at the same time they shook out their energy.
The red and purple qi energy connected together, like two swords colliding together, and the spreading cyclone made the giant trees tremble.
As the two knives shattered, Xuan Ye broke through the cyclone, gripped the big knife tightly, rolled up the ink waves, and slashed down.
The moment the blade hit the purple energy, the waves of ink split into eight knives and fell down.
It's like the wind that is neither fast nor slow, which increases the spiritual power and divides the eight strands of purple energy to disperse the strength of the sword.
At the same time, he mobilized the spiritual power in his body and swung violently. The powerful stroke turned into a moon arc and shot out, sending Xuan Ye flying with one blow.
The powerful force surprised Xuan Ye, and the way his pupils appeared in shock was like the sinking purple moon hitting him.
Huge force immediately hit his body, causing him to fly out and crash into the tree.
There was a "boom", wood chips flew into the air, and smoke and dust rolled up.
The disciples of the three sects all looked up to the sky and saw Mo Rufeng standing proudly in mid-air, with a big hole smashed out of the tree beside him.
"Senior, did you lose?" Hanqiu's face showed shock, but also a sense of despair. They stood on the front line with Xuan Ye, and it could be said that they shared life and death.
If he loses, even if Mo Rufeng doesn't kill them all, he will kill a few of the leaders to establish his authority.
What's more, dozens of people from the Bi Ling Sect have lost their lives at their hands. If the crime is discussed, everyone may die.
In this battle, the two sects were at loggerheads and risked everything.
"Don't be distracted, it's not over yet!" Xu Shirou blocked Hanqiu's blow and continued to attack the enemy with her pen.
In the tree hole, Xuan Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up from the sawdust, with a smile on his lips, "Half Yuan is so strong!"
Compared with the alchemist who sacrificed his life to step into the half-yuan, Mo Rufeng relied on the power of elixirs to reach the half-yuan at a completely different level. If we talk about the first level, one is in the early stage and the other is in the later stage.
"Xiaoyezi, do you want me to take action?" Gu Meier asked softly.
"No, for the sake of the old monk, I will kill him with my own hands!" Xuan Ye said, the demon blood in his body started to flow like a mad dragon.
He meditated on the great annihilation silently, integrated his thoughts into his body, and used the culture as a chain to trap the mad dragon.
There was a crackling sound, and the power of purple electricity surged out from the demon blood and spread throughout the body.
At this moment, his aura is also half-yuan!
With a "boom", Xuan Ye flew out, and there was a big crater in the tree he was standing on. His figure was gradually engulfed by the spreading demonic energy, and turned into a streak of red light.
Mo Rufeng was not surprised by Xuan Ye's change. It was much worse than what he had done on Fuling Mountain back then, and he was much worse than he was now.
"How can you compete with the moon with its radiant glory?"
He screamed, and the purple hair burst into bright light, like the sun.
In mid-air, red light and purple light collided fiercely, like two beasts devouring each other, or like huge waves in a sumo, instantly collapsing.
The two aurora shot up into the sky, and sometimes they merged. Every time they collided, it was like a tsunami hitting the shore, and the explosion was like thunder.
As the sound of the collision became louder and louder, the two giant beasts in the sky also fought more and more happily, as if the sound was a war drum being beaten for them.
The two were rolled together, and the purple python strangled the half-dragon tightly. The half-dragon's sharp claws were also deep inside the purple python, and neither one was willing to give in.
Until purple electricity exploded in the half-dragon's body, and a breath of dragon breath was sprayed towards the purple python.
The purple python also spit out blood-red mist and swallowed up the half-dragon.
Both sides immediately melted into bones and were annihilated at the same time.
As the shadow of the beast in the sky dispersed, the red and purple auroras clashed again.
Xuan Ye struck Mo Rufeng on the shoulder with a knife, and the opponent also stabbed his lower abdomen with a sword, both of which penetrated three-thirds of the flesh.
The two of them each took a step back, vomiting blood at the same time, and at the same time gathered waves of ink to rush towards each other.
Xuan Ye flew out upside down, and when he got up, his body felt like he had been slashed by knives.
He expected that the other party would also feel uncomfortable. At this moment, both sides had already exhausted their spiritual energy. The simplest method was to turn into objects.
Stepping out again, Mo Feng in his hand turned into a spear, and with a wave of his big arm, the energy shook the forest and hit the opponent's long sword.
Mo Ru was not able to catch his breath, and saw a sneer on Xuan Ye's face. The calmness of many years collapsed at this moment, and his face gradually became distorted.
"Laughing? What's so funny? Do you look down on me, or do you think you can kill me!"
He asked sternly, and the long sword burst out with strong light, turning into air waves and knocking Xuan Ye away.
At the same time, he flew up, swung ink like rain, and threw out a stream of energy, all of which hit the young man.
Xuan Ye had no way to avoid it, so he just held his breath and allowed the energy to hit him. It was like a heavy hammer kept falling on his body, causing his internal organs to tremble.
As the blood flew up, the figure of the old monk meditating appeared in his mind again, with the sutra and culture of the Great Nirvana surrounding him in golden light.
In the blink of an eye, the densely packed scriptures turned into blood red. The old monk also turned into a mad dragon and stared at him.
"Killing means not killing. The demon is me, and the blood of the demon is my blood. What I want to do is not to control, but to fuse!"
When Xuan Ye thought about this, the chains in his body were loosened, and the demon blood surged wildly again. Gradually, the blood infected his whole body, and his thoughts merged into one.
"kill--"
A roar shook the earth and the earth.
The disciples of the three sects stopped again, but were suppressed by this coercion, as if they were back on the top of Rifuling Mountain, looking at the young man who looked like a god of war.
Xuan Ye opened his bloody eyes, and one of his eyes had turned into a black demon pupil. He waved his hair and rolled up thousands of waves of ink.
All the changes happened in an instant. Before Mo Rufeng could react, why did the aura on Xuan Ye's body rise so strangely? When he saw Mo Lang rushing towards him like a wild dragon, he immediately raised his spiritual energy and summoned the purple python to rush out again.
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However, the power of the purple python was so powerless, but it was instantly involved in Mo Lang and completely dissipated.
His face turned pale, and he could only watch helplessly as Mo Lang rushed towards him, roaring unwillingly.
With a "boom", a small hole opened in the surface of the Tianju wood, and a black ink stain splashed out from the hole.
Xuan Ye withdrew his demon power, and the strength in his body seemed to be drained instantly, and he almost fell to the ground.
If Fuling Mountain Peak negotiates peace with the demon blood, this would be the first time it takes control.
Although this power is wonderful, it is also dangerous.
He still can't forget the feeling of being controlled by his inner demon. If he wants to truly possess this power, he must become stronger as soon as possible.
The Great Annihilation gave him a time limit, and sooner or later he would lose the capital to negotiate.
Xuan Ye seemed to see a table with a knife on it, and another person standing on the opposite side of the table.
Whoever picks up the sword first is the winner!
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Seeing that Mo Rufeng was killed, the elders of Bi Ling Sect still refused to give in and ordered the disciples to evacuate upwards.
A defeated general cannot escape the fate of beheading.
What's more, the Bi Ling Sect is not destroyed, even if Mo Rufeng dies, he can still return to the mountain and regain power.
Xu Shirou and others did not rush to catch up, but took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief.
Xuan Ye killed Mo Rufeng, which meant that their lives were no longer in danger. It was not wise to fight head-on with the other party.
When the young man in black flew back to the crowd, Hanqiu hurriedly stepped forward, took out a sapphire blue vial from his arms and presented it with both hands. "Senior, this is the healing medicine I refined. Please use it!"
Xu Shirou rolled her eyes. She was usually not willing to give her an extra pill, but now she was given a bottle. It was really annoying.
Xuan Ye was not polite. He took one and took one. He found that the effect was good. After thanking him, he looked at the Bi Ling Sect people who had already fled to the seventh or eighth floor.
"Senior, do we want to chase him?" Hanqiu asked.
Xuan Ye shook his head, "No need, there is nothing to fear from the remaining people. You can rest for a while and we will set off as soon as possible."
"Okay!" Hanqiu turned around with a smile and arranged for everyone to rest.
During the conversation, Xuan Ye felt suffocated and turned to look above his head, as if a black shadow was slowly falling.
"Yuanfu? No, it's Baice!"
This force was so strong that it was difficult for him to even breathe.
"It's a demon! Xiaoyezi, don't let him discover my existence, otherwise you will be in danger!" Gu Meier's voice was urgent, and she lost her voice after speaking.
Xuan Ye looked at the black shadow, but he lost confidence in his heart. Although he didn't understand what Gu Mei'er said, but based on what the old man said, I'm afraid she was also a taboo existence among the demon clan.
But why would a demon appear here? Could it be that he was alarmed by him?