In the outer suburbs of Fucheng, there is a wild forest on the left side of the road.
Suddenly, two roars of thunder exploded on the ground at the same time.
Deacon Qi roared angrily, and swung his huge stele-breaking palm forward with all his strength.
He collided head-on with a big black and red hand that fell from above.
Click!
The palms of both hands meet in one place.
Deacon Qi's expression suddenly changed.
From hysterical madness to endless fear and despair.
At this moment, he finally understood why Wen Qi had acted so weak after the confrontation with this person just now.
He felt it too.
That burst of black and red true energy contained so much terrifying power.
He has not yet truly reached the realm of the Sixth Transformation of Qi and Blood, so he has not yet entered the next stage of true energy into the body practice.
At this time, facing the crushing invasion of Zhenjin, he suffered a huge loss in an instant.
but……
To take a step back, even if it doesn't have the real power of black and red colors.
The two simply competed and their energy and blood exploded.
It turned out that he was slightly at a disadvantage.
Deacon Qi also couldn't understand why a warrior who practiced the heretic's residual method had stronger Qi and blood and was more surging than him who had worked hard to practice Quanzhen!
The two palms collided, and in an instant, one party was defeated.
Wei Tao lowered his shoulders and twisted his body, using his left palm with overwhelming force, he slapped away Deacon Qi's counterattack and continued to press downwards.
It was heavily imprinted on Deacon Qi’s forehead.
Click!
This Outer Sect Deacon, who had practiced Quanzhen so hard and was only a few steps away from reaching the sixth level of Qi and Blood, suddenly twisted and dislocated his whole body and slammed to the ground.
Make a big hole in the newly thawed frozen soil.
The other side direction.
Deacon Ping was overjoyed and landed with a roar of the Demon-Breaking Divine Fist.
Aiming at Wei Tao's neck.
However, he twisted his shoulders at the last moment and avoided the vital point of his neck.
He greeted him with his right shoulder.
"Your moves are already worn out, so you just want to use your shoulders to shoulder the Demon God Fist?"
"It's just wishful thinking, it only takes one strike to break your shoulder!"
Deacon Ping was in a passionate mood and tried his best without reservation.
Click!
A black-red sarcoma burst out of the body.
The whole body exudes a strange and bloody aura.
Appearing under the fist at the last moment.
The Demon-Breaking God Fist hit it without any fancy.
A cloud of bright sparks suddenly flew up.
There was a dull thunderous sound and it rolled across the ground.
Snap!
Under the violent collision, the black and red sarcoma exploded.
Wei Tao roared in pain, blood spilled from his mouth and nose, and without even looking at Deacon Qi, who had turned into a puddle of mud.
The herring under the load took advantage of the force and jumped forward a few feet in an instant.
Then he turned his head suddenly and stared at Deacon Ping who had just stabilized his body.
The two people's eyes met and they separated immediately.
Deacon Ping shivered with excitement.
He thought of Chief Wen who had just abandoned the fight and fled, and then looked at Senior Brother Qi who was no longer human in appearance a few steps away.
All the courage and confidence collapsed at this moment, and there was no trace left.
escape!
Must escape immediately!
Even Chief Wen ran away and Senior Brother Qi died.
A group of elite Taoist soldiers also turned into corpses all over the ground.
He is the weakest among the three, so what virtue and ability can he resist the attack of this monster?
The spirit and morale were instantly released.
There is no longer any possibility of cohesion.
Deacon Ping trembled all over, turned around and ran away.
The muscles in both legs swelled and they trembled violently.
With each step, a large ball of soil exploded and flew several feet away.
He drove quickly and followed Wen Qi.
"We can't let them go, no one can run away!"
Wei Tao looked pale and vomited a mouthful of blood.
His eyes were filled with ice and murderous intent was almost overflowing.
Wow!
All the Heqiao Pills and Juyuan Pills were left and stuffed into his mouth.
Even the brocade box filled with Linghuo tea was stuffed into his mouth, chewed and swallowed.
Take a deep breath, as if you are breathing in a blazing fire.
A ball of blood mist suddenly burst out from the body surface.
His figure has grown taller again on the basis of two and a half meters, and his skin has cracked in many places, and blood is flowing down in strands.
Boom!
The ground shook violently.
A strong wind suddenly rose.
No matter the cost, no matter the damage.
Bubu Shenglian and Hexia Qingyu used their full strength, and in an instant they had closed the distance with Deacon Ping.
"Such speed!"
"Is he still human!?"
Deacon Ping felt the vibrations on the ground and heard the thumping footsteps getting closer and closer, and his heart almost fell into despair.
In an instant, no matter how close the footsteps were, a sharp whistling sounded in the ears.
"Can't escape!"
Deacon Ping had to face this terrible fact.
After a moment of decision.
His legs suddenly exerted force and were suddenly nailed to the ground.
As soon as he turned around, he saw a horrifying claw with twisted muscles and superimposed black and red, shrouding his head.
With this claw, Wei Tao used all his strength.
From the waist and hips to the arms, every muscle seems to have a life of its own and is coming to life.
It crackled and beat violently, and even tore the skin again, bursting into blood mist.
"Devil Breaking God Fist, open!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Deacon Ping shouted loudly.
Don't retreat, don't give in, don't dodge, don't avoid.
He stomped on the ground hard and punched him from the front.
when!
It was as if a deafening bell suddenly sounded deep in the wilderness.
Then it spread rapidly, triggering overlapping echoes.
A huge figure dripping with blood whizzed past and stumbled violently after landing.
Immediately, the bloody lotus bloomed, causing the figure to accelerate again, continuing to rush forward without stopping.
Deacon Ping has disappeared.
Where he originally stood, a large pit nearly half a meter deep appeared.
A broken body lay prone at the bottom of the pit, blood gurgling out and quickly soaking the black soil below.
……………………
puff!
A mouthful of blood gushes out.
Wen Qi raised his hand and wiped it away.
Immediately afterwards, it dripped down from the nostrils.
Drops of water fell on my chest.
He wiped it again and again, but couldn't get it clean.
So I simply stopped caring about it and let it continue to dye my body red.
He just strode in the direction of Qinglin Mountain, wishing he could grow wings on his back and fly back directly.
"That guy..."
Wen Qi exhaled a breath of bloody and turbid air.
Until now, when he thought of that terrifying body that seemed to rise from the dark blood prison, he couldn't help but feel shaken.
His whole body was still trembling slightly.
He never understood it.
Why is that guy practicing heretic residual methods and still able to cultivate the true power of covering the body?
What's even more unacceptable is that that guy can only cultivate his true strength.
Why can he burst out with more powerful energy than him!?
Why is this!?
Originally, in his opinion, the outer disciples were just physically gifted and had stronger energy and blood than other warriors.
No matter how powerful he is, he can only reach the level of Junior Brother Qi at most.
It's nothing to worry about at all.
But even so, he was extremely cautious when formulating his plan.
The mentality of "a lion fighting a rabbit, but also trying its best" has been achieved to the extreme.
Let a group of heretical warriors who have been secretly conquered be tested first.
Then when it came time to actually take action, it would be with the three outer sect deacons as the core, and a team of Taoist soldiers as assistance.
Such elite and powerful strength.
It should have been a fuss over a fuss and overkill.
It was like squeezing an ant and crushing the outer disciple directly to death.
However, the result was completely unexpected.
Those heretic warriors were like a few ants, being crushed to death by that guy.
He didn't test the opponent's strength at all.
Next, he served as the chief of Qinglin Villa.
As a Quanzhen warrior who is above the sixth level of Qi and blood and has reached the level of fusing true energy.
He couldn't even take it down.
Even because of a misjudgment, I didn't expect that the other party could burst out with such powerful and violent energy.
Later, his mind was disturbed by the sharp and twisted laughter, which caused him to suffer a big loss in the head-on collision.
Fortunately, he made a decisive decision immediately.
At the expense of two loyal subordinates, the gecko cut off its tail and retreated, thus saving a life.
Now that we have figured out the details of the other party, we can make more adequate preparations next time.
You can even let Aoba Michiko personally take action and crush him to death with the force of thunder.
However, if you knew from the beginning that this guy was really good at training.
And if you know that you absolutely cannot open the eyebrow mind...
Wen Qi's mind was wandering and he had many thoughts.
But the next moment, he quickly put an end to this thought.
If you lose, you lose. There is no reason to give.
Let alone deceive yourself and use so-called what-ifs to escape reality.
Even if we lose this time, as long as people are still alive, there is still hope.
The first to lose does not count as a loss, and the first to win does not count as a win.
Whoever survives to the end will be the biggest winner.
As long as we can return to the mountain gate as quickly as possible, we must let that guy know what the seven sects of the sect are.
What is a truly powerful foundation!
"Um!?"
"What is this sound?"
Wen Qi's heart skipped a beat and he immediately gathered his thoughts.
His ears trembled slightly, as if he heard the ethereal female laughter.
It seemed like it was coming from nine days away.
But it sounded quietly behind him.
He was horrified and turned his head suddenly to look back.
Boom!
DONG DONG DONG!!!
The ground was shaking slightly.
There is also a dusty earth dragon, tearing at the air and making a sharp sound, and it is rapidly approaching here.
"This is……"
Wen Qi's complexion changed drastically, and another mouthful of blood gushed out as his mind wavered.
Boom!
At this moment, rolling thunder exploded.
A bloody, black and red body, resembling a terrifying body of a demon, stepped out from the depths of the earth dragon.
He raised his two battering ram-like arms.
Opening his ferocious huge palms.
Carrying the whistling black and red air current.
The twin lotuses crashed down.
"I have worked hard to cultivate the Sixth Transformation of Mysterious Yuan, and I have already broken through the Sixth Transformation of Qi and Blood, and have achieved some success in the true strength of Jinyang!"
"I am in good physical condition and at my peak!"
"I have gone through hundreds of battles and never lost!"
"So, I will not be defeated, let alone die!"
Facing the bloody and violent blow, a golden energy flashed between Wen Qi's brows, and his energy and energy suddenly increased.
Throw away all fear, weakness and anxiety.
His eyes shone with calmness and confidence.
Both fists shot upward like lightning, wrapped in a faint golden light, and met the black and red claws that had already approached.
boom!
The earth dragon exploded.
It was like a roaring steel train that hit a hard barrier in front of the track.
In an instant, the ground tore apart, and various viscous liquids flew everywhere.
There were also Wei Tao's crazy and twisted roars in the middle, shaking violently in the mess.
"Hahahahaha, die!"
"No one should be left behind, they all will die for me!"