Chapter 344 Fighting the Demon Cultivator (Part 2)
The skull that the black-robed monk just crushed was a special spiritual weapon he refined with his own blood.
Also known as blood vessels.
This blood vessel has a ray of annihilation blood sealed inside, which has extremely strong offensive power and can cut through the protective spells or magic weapons of the Zifu monks.
Once the body is struck by the Nirvana Blood Light, it will have the effect of burning blood and burning the body.
Use its blood as fuel and burn it alive to ashes!
This is the black-robed monk's strongest trump card. If he hadn't been nearly beaten to the point of collapse by Wang Chen's Diamond Fist, he would not have used this trump card easily.
After all, it is a disposable spiritual weapon.
But the black-robed monk never expected that his trump card would actually fail on Wang Chen.
"Dragon Vajra Zhengfa!"
The black-robed monk squeezed out a few words through his teeth, and the hatred in his eyes almost turned into reality.
He has extremely rich experience, and he can tell at a glance that Wang Chen has practiced the Tianlong Vajra Zhengfa of Tianlong Temple in the Western Regions, and has practiced this body training method to a very high level.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to withstand the blood light of death!
A mere junior...
The black-robed monk also saw that Wang Chen's true cultivation level was only the first level of Zifu. At his peak, he could easily deal with monks of this level without much effort at all.
But now I am a little helpless!
Seeing how bad the situation was, the black-robed monk gritted his teeth and raised his right palm to slap it down hard.
However, at this moment, a bright sword light suddenly came into view.
Flying sword!
The black-robed monk couldn't help but scream strangely, the magic power inside his body surged, the robe he was wearing suddenly bulged, and blood tentacles as thick as an arm appeared out of thin air from his back.
They entangled and faced the wind and thunder sword that Wang Chen had just issued!
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The sword energy flew vertically and horizontally, cutting off sections of the bloody tentacles, and bits of dirty blood splashed down in the rain.
Although the wind and thunder sword was sharp, the blood tentacles triggered by the black-robed monk seemed to be endless. After cutting off one tentacle, two more branches emerged, protecting himself extremely tightly.
Wang Chen was secretly frightened.
He is now 100% sure that this black-robed monk is a demon cultivator.
Demonic cultivators are like rats crossing the street in the world of immortality. They are beings that everyone shouts about and beat up. They are even more hated than evil cultivators.
Because demonic cultivators like to use the flesh and blood souls of other cultivators to practice spells, or refine magic weapons, elixirs, etc.
The most important thing is that demon cultivators are not as easy to identify as evil cultivators. They also have seven emotions and six desires. As long as they hide or disguise their magic aura, they can easily sneak into the fairy city or even the sect.
Once the demonic cultivators cause chaos, corpses often litter the ground, and there are many examples of cities being destroyed!
Since it is extremely harmful, whenever they encounter a demonic cultivator, the Nascent Soul Immortal will not mind taking action against the junior Qi practitioner.
He will never damage his reputation because of it.
Therefore, very few demonic cultivators will show up to reveal their true identities. All the sects of demonic cultivators are hidden from the world, and their whereabouts are even more bizarre.
Wang Chen didn't know why this demonic cultivator was hiding underground in the mine, and what kind of involvement he had with the Gray Wolf Bandit, but he knew very well that continuing the stalemate would not be good for him.
Because the other party is undoubtedly the strongest opponent he has encountered so far!
Thinking of lightning in his mind, Wang Chen suddenly waved his hands and shot out more than a dozen meteor fire talismans in one breath!
These talismans flew more than a dozen steps before suddenly exploding, turning into balls of hot fireballs and blasting towards the black-robed monks on the altar.
But Wang Chen didn't expect that a mere first-level magic talisman could hurt a profound demon cultivator. The moment he fired the meteor fire talisman, his body flew out towards the altar like an arrow from a string.
After shrinking to the ground for two consecutive times, Wang Chen appeared in front of the black-robed monk.
At this time, the black-robed monk had just blocked a dozen meteor fireballs when Wang Chen unexpectedly came in front of him. Although he was frightened, he immediately reached out and grabbed Wang Chen's vitals fiercely.
His right hand instantly transformed into a bloody claw, shaped like an eagle's claw with a sharp hook tip!
The black-robed monk struck very quickly, and Wang Chen's Vajra Fist came even faster.
Almost in the blink of an eye, their claws and fists collided.
boom!
The black-robed monk's bloody claws instantly shattered, his right arm snapped on the spot, and his protective blood shield fluctuated violently, about to be annihilated.
"ha!"
He immediately opened his mouth and sprayed out a cloud of dark red blood mist towards Wang Chen.
This blood mist is extremely poisonous and has a strong corrosive effect on magic weapons. As long as it is contaminated even a little, it will be eroded and corrupted, and it is almost impossible to resolve it.
If it is inhaled into the body by a monk, it will turn into pus within three breaths!
With this mouthful of poisonous energy and blood spurting out, the black-robed monk's cultivation level immediately dropped by 30%, and his expression became much sluggish.
Had he not been forced into a desperate situation, he would not have spewed out this life-blooded energy.
The moment the black-robed monk sprayed blood mist, Wang Chen suddenly felt a creepy feeling.
The hairs all over my body stand on end, and my intuition is warning me wildly!
But at this time, Wang Chen had no choice but to retreat.
He didn't want to retreat, so he immediately exhaled and said, "Drink!"
A stream of light suddenly spurted out, instantly penetrating the dark red blood mist and piercing the black-robed monk's brow.
It was the sword pill that Wang Chen had sealed inside his body.
Most of the edge of Kenmaru's unfolded sword was corroded in the process of penetrating the blood mist, but it still penetrated the black-robed monk's head and destroyed his sea of consciousness.
While Wang Chen spit out the sword pill, his figure suddenly flew backwards.
He managed to avoid the oncoming blood mist.
The dark red blood mist continued to fly about ten steps away without the control of the black-robed monk, and soon turned into dots of dirty blood and fell onto the altar, corroding deep holes.
boom!
The black-robed monk fell backwards, his hands and feet twitched a few times and stopped moving.
Um?
Wang Chen thought that the other party was dead, but did not see the prompt of obtaining the heavenly power.
He immediately activated the wind and thunder sword suspended in the air, preparing to chop off the demon cultivator's head.
Even if the opponent's vitality is extremely tenacious, it is impossible to survive with his body and head dislocated.
However, just when the flying sword was about to hit the black-robed monk's neck, Wang Chen stopped his movement.
He thought for a moment, took out a dark gold rope from his storage bag and threw it out.
This rope was like a spiritual snake, quickly wrapping around the black-robed monk on the ground and tying him tightly.
But this was obviously not enough, so Wang Chen took action to block the opponent's Qihai Dantian and Zenith Great Aperture.
During this process, the black-robed monk never responded.
Entered into some kind of state of suspended animation!
Immediately afterwards, Wang Chen took out a silver shuttle from the storage bag.
When he injected his magic power, the silver shuttle immediately made a buzzing sound and flew away from his hand.
In an instant, it turned into a stream of light that penetrated upward through the thick rocks and disappeared.
Wang Chen calmly sat down and watched the black-robed monk on the ground, waiting silently while taking action.