Chapter 802: The Blood-Burning Mystery Technique (Additional update for the alliance leader’s passing traffic!!)

"Bang bang"

In the fourth Gangfeng layer, the power of the Gangfeng blowing all the time is comparable to that of fourth-level low-grade spells.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators must be careful and not stay here for too long.

Fu Qingshan held up a black shield and let the strong wind crackle on the shield, causing a series of continuous roars.

Feeling the surging magic power in his Dantian, he felt no sense of security at all.

The pursuit of the old demon Qingyang is like a maggot attached to the bone, and he cannot escape even from heaven to earth on the way to escape.

At this moment, he actually felt like he had nowhere to escape.

Even if you want to fight hard, you can't get it.

"Bang bang bang~"

Two hundred miles away, Liu Yu was suspended in the air, holding the Nine Palace Qingyang Lantern in his palm, supporting a shield composed of Qingyang Demonic Fire.

Four layers of strong wind fell on the shield, causing ripples, but they were still unable to break through the defense of the flame shield.

All his spiritual consciousness spread out to detect Fu Qingshan's location and condition, and Liu Yu felt extremely calm.

When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance.

He always keeps a suitable distance and will never rush forward to fight and give the opponent a chance to fight.

From the moment the effect of Fu Qingshan's secret technique ended, but he still couldn't get rid of it, his consciousness was locked.

The offensive and defensive positions of both sides have changed positions!

Since the initiative is on his side, Liu Yu must of course make good use of it and achieve maximum effect.

After all, he is a thousand-year-old demon. Who knows what powerful methods he has yet to use, so it is better to be careful to avoid being dragged down by the opponent's counterattack before death.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths

As time goes by, the power of Fu Qingshan's spiritual pressure continues to decline.

Soon it dropped from about the sixth level of the Nascent Soul to the fifth level of the Nascent Soul.

About thirty more breaths passed before it dropped to the fourth level of Nascent Soul. From then on, there was no downward trend.

"It seems that this is the limit."

"From the peak of the mid-term to the new mid-term, the sequelae are indeed not trivial."

Holding the Jiugong Qingyang Lantern in his palm, this thought flashed across Liu Yu's mind.

His extremely keen spiritual sense allows him to always accurately judge the opponent's status, and his extremely high attainments in soul allow him to always lock the target firmly.

In order to reduce consumption, Liu Yu had taken back the "Qingyang Nebula" at this time. After all, maintaining the nebula body consumes a lot of money.

"it's time."

Cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The escape light turned around, and then it entered the two hundred mile range and killed the target in the consciousness.

"Bang bang~"

Inciting the Jiugong Qingyang Lantern and holding up the flame shield, Liu Yu rushed straight into the fourth Gangfeng layer.

For a while, roars came and went.

For him now, the threat of the fourth level Gang Feng is very small, and his physical body alone is enough to deal with it.

The distance of one or two hundred miles was quickly covered.

Sixty miles away from Fu Qingshan, Liu Yu suddenly appeared and narrowed his eyes to look at his current opponent.

The black tattoo on half of his face turned from bright to dull at some point.

With his keen sense of spirituality, he was unable to hide from the opponent's cover, and his strength was indeed greatly reduced.

"At this level, there is no need to use the Sword of Destruction. My own strength is enough to cope with it."

This thought flashed across Liu Yu's mind.

In order to avoid long nights and many dreams, he had already made plans.

Sixty miles away, Fu Qingshan's eyes flashed with helplessness as he looked at Qingyang, who was young but had an extremely sophisticated behavior.

He tried his best, but for some reason, the other party was always able to accurately determine the situation and location.

He saw a familiar "demon nature" in this monk.

As time goes by, your achievements may surpass yourself.

"You are very much like me, very much like me when I was young."

"You act cautiously, but your heart is full of ambition."

Fu Qingshan spoke from a distance and said slowly.

At this moment, he seemed not to be aware of his situation, or he had long been indifferent to life and death, and he still looked calm and indifferent.

This kind of demonic monk, who has been licking blood with the tip of his sword all year round, may have anticipated this day.

Listening to this meaningless sentence, Liu Yu frowned slightly, then smiled softly and shook his head decisively:

"no no."

"What is right is what is right, and what is evil is what is evil. They must not be confused together."

"By killing you here today, Liu is a hero who eliminates demons, protects the Tao, and upholds the righteousness of the human race!"

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!"

He didn't mean to talk nonsense, but he was worried that the other party would delay his recovery, so he took action immediately before he finished speaking.

Qingyang Nebula!!

As Liu Yu suddenly clenched her fists, countless dark green and dark red auras quickly rose up from her body.

The two colored auras intertwined and intertwined, and almost in the blink of an eye, a huge cyan light and shadow was formed behind him.

The cyan light and shadow is one hundred and sixty feet high, exuding tyrannical spiritual pressure and power. Just a casual protective shield allows the strong wind blowing at all times to dissipate.

A touch of dark gold spiritual light suddenly appeared in the palm of the cyan light and shadow, and soon a dark gold spear was condensed and formed.

"disease"

The Jiugong Qingyang Lantern defended the whole body, and Liu Yu gave a soft drink.

The cyan light and shadow immediately moved, raising his hand to shoot out a dark cyan light beam, and then he flashed forward with a spear in his hand and rushed forward like a rainbow.

In the nebula body state, the power of any of his random attacks reaches the fourth-level mid-level level.

Such strength is the confidence to dare to chase and kill alone!

Although in terms of power and spiritual pressure alone, Fu Qingshan is much better than Liu Yu, but in terms of feelings, they are completely different.

One is full of vitality and momentum, like a rainbow, like the rising sun at noon.

One of them has turned from prosperity to decline. It is obvious that there is no spirit, and there is a sense of déjà vu.

Although the sequelae seriously affected his strength and he had a premonition that he might be doomed today, Fu Qingshan had no intention of sitting still and waiting for death.

"boom!!!"

The darkened tattoo on half of his face became bright again after being inspired.

Weird and unpredictable black lights and shadows swam among them and finally emerged.

Under the dark purple robe, countless special demonic energies were released, rising into the sky.

The black light and shadow intertwined with the dark demonic energy, quickly forming a dark ghost shadow, exuding evil and depravity all the time.

A darkness also spread to all directions with Fu Qingshan as the center.

Ghost Dharma Appearance!

It's just that compared to its heyday, the figure of the dark ghost has obviously shrunk a lot.

It has shrunk from more than 300 feet to almost 200 feet, truly reflecting the state of its owner.

"###"

The ghost spirit screamed silently, pointed at the oncoming dark green light beam, and swung his sharp claws to scratch hard.

"boom!!!"

Falling into the hands of the dark ghost claws, the momentum of the dark green light pillar suddenly stopped, and then exploded into countless tiny blue auras and dissipated.

But before it had time to be happy, a little golden aura bloomed in front of its eyes.

At the critical moment, a pitch-black ax emerged from the hand of the Ghost Master, stabbing the tip of the dark gold spear into the air and slashing hard.

"Ding~"

It was obviously formed by the condensation of spiritual power, but when the two collided, a harsh sound of gold and iron sounded.
To be continued...