The red-haired Tushanjun breathes long-lasting magic power.
From an inch of interest to a whale swallowing.
It seemed that the person standing there was not a monk who was more than seven feet tall, but a supreme Kunpeng who opened its terrifying mouth like the abyss of heaven and the underworld, and the whole world turned into his supplies.
Luo Tianfeng, who looked normal, narrowed his eyes slightly.
Of course he knew that this weapon spirit was from the mountain realm, and he also expected that the loss of mana would be considerable. However, despite the appearance of the power, in fact the mana was not lacking too much, that is, it was only more than 20%.
You must know that his body is just an unstable third step.
Because the relationship between his remnant soul and flesh and blood remains in this state.
Luo Manping still stood barefoot beside the young man.
A strange color flashed in his eyes.
Cedar Demon Dao's expression was shocked and he sneered: "A mountain state where you are about to starve to death?"
"How dare you, my younger generation, bully me like this."
"Since you are looking for death, I will drink the blood of you evil ghost first. After bathing in your evil blood, I will be reborn from the snowy world and come back to the world!"
"The Great Snow Mountain Magic!"
The cedar demon looked up to the sky and roared.
Extremely squeezed vitality.
The sky and the earth are 30,000 miles cold, and all species are silent and frost-ridden.
The glorious light of the saint is like the great sun that shakes the world, and its bright white divine light completely illuminates the world.
at the same time.
The figure of the unreasonably terrifying sky demon stretched out, as if it was free from the world but firmly suppressing the world. The shadow solidified in the distant sky, and the moon-like eyes seemed to turn the world into white.
"I didn't expect this ancient demon to have such courage."
Luo Manping said in surprise.
His great sage power would not be shaken by the mountain environment, and his body-protecting divine light also enveloped Luo Tianfeng, blocking him from everything.
Luo Tianfeng hugged his shoulders and said calmly: "If he didn't even have this magical power, he wouldn't have been able to escape from the winds of the Ten Laws for several years."
"The Daxue Mountain magic technique he practices is the Zongzong technique of the Daxue Mountain in the north, supplemented by the Blood Refining Demonic Scripture. Although he is said to be in the mountain realm, in fact, his strength has long been the best among the virtual saints."
"But it is true that as Qi Ling said, years of hunger have severely reduced his strength."
"hunger."
Luo Manping said softly.
Everyone in the world thinks that becoming a monk means you can eat the wind and drink the dew. In fact, without the spiritual energy to replenish the lost mana, the body will also age without the nourishment of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
When you get older, your Qi and blood will decline, your magic power will no longer be sustainable, and your realm will naturally fall.
Just like one of the eight elders in the clan, he once briefly rose to the rank of Dao Lord, but due to his age, his realm fell after Long Live.
Luo Manping mused: "Even so, it should be a hard battle."
As he spoke, he looked at the red-haired figure standing under the snowy light. His figure was so small in the vastness of the world.
He did not despise Tushanjun.
However, a 'Daoyan' type monk obviously cannot have too much strength.
It should be noted that human energy is limited, and it is impossible to reach a high level while also dabbling in many realms, such as life and death, yin and yang, life, ghosts, blood...
Luo Tianfeng laughed, knowing that Luo Manping had fallen into a misunderstanding and regarded Tu Shanjun as a monk: "You underestimate him."
"Looking down?"
"You forgot his identity."
"He is not a monk, he is a weapon spirit."
"Maybe he is older than us."
"My lord will definitely win!"
The child's words were firm without any doubt.
"It seems you have great confidence in him."
"Because along the way, no one has ever been your enemy."
Luo Tianfeng was amused by Yang Wu's innocence.
"Hahaha."
"I hope so. If he is not strong enough, he will not be qualified to cooperate with me."
Luo Tianfeng's laughter just stopped suddenly and turned into a cold expression. He looked indifferently at the back of the red-haired weapon spirit: "If you are not qualified to cooperate, you should accept your fate and do your duty."
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"The Snow Emperor slays the gods."
The phantom of heaven and earth straightened its palm, and a supreme snow sword condensed invisible.
With this cut, everything froze its vitality, as if it were extinct.
That's pure Cambrian.
It is heavy snow from ancient times.
It seems that the future of the retrograde ghost saint will also be frozen to death in this world.
"die!"
The Snow Demon is indeed not a demon.
He is an ancient demon and he practices the Great Dao.
That is, Tao follows nature.
How could such pure Taoism connect him to a monster, and how could he tell that the other party was a blood-sucking monster.
However, he just did it, and he didn't know how powerful the power burst out from the withered body, trying to completely submerge the red figure.
Immortal eyes.
Lift your eyes and plunder.
The divine light exploded like fire from the sky.
The ancient demon holding the sword screamed.
The supreme snow shadow behind him actually ignited into a blazing flame.
Not only that, even the palm of his hand holding the sword was ignited. The painful ancient demon let go happily, as if he had thrown away a piece of red-hot iron, and did not dare to hold the divine sword again.
The snow has melted.
Melted by flames.
Maybe it really was a flame.
What a horrifying sight this was, the whole pale sky and earth quickly faded away, the divine sword thrown away by the ancient demon was like a seed, planted, and then, boundless fire of karma swept across the world.
It seemed that there was only one tall figure standing in the void left in the sky and on the earth.
The ancient demon was horrified and asked: "Who are you?!"
Yes.
In the eyes of the ancient demon, the red-haired ghost saint standing on the divine fire in the sky is a great demon.
And it's not just a big demon but an ancient demon.
His body is completely unknown.
A pair of black and red eyes are like the sun and the moon,
If he didn't pay attention, the world would be swept away by the fire of karma in his eyes.
This flame burns from the heart of a person, burning away hostility, evil spirits, murderous spirits, and everything else.
How could he not see such a fire that burns the sky? However, this fire that cleanses the world came from the hands of a great demon. I really don't know whether it should be called an accident or irony.
One step is empty.
The fire of karma burns the sky.
The turbid gas descends and burns the earth,
The red-hot sky and the hell-like fertile fields are like blooming flowers.
The ancient demon was horrified to find that he had nowhere to hide, because he was in a cage and could not tear open the void to avoid it.
He really wanted to leave, he didn't want to fight this ancient demon.
This horrible thing shouldn't be in the mountains at all.
He didn't even understand why this ancient demon was in the mountain realm despite being bathed in a mountain of corpses and surrounded by a sea of blood and the netherworld.
Under this kind of holy pressure, the ancient demon felt the passage of life more and more. He completely understood that he might die, but if he didn't fight hard, he would never have a chance again.
Hands together.
The pine tree holding up the sky moved.
"disease."
The giant pine shakes open the blockade between heaven and earth.
The shackles are gone.
God Iron comes to an end.
The ancient demon seemed to feel that the cage's seal on him was decreasing. It was because someone specifically asked him to let go of his hands and feet, so he released his body-protecting holy weapon, allowing him to defeat the demon in front of him in the strongest form holding the weapon.
Before he could think about it carefully, the Zen staff turned into a giant pine tree appeared in his hand.
The ancient demon held a Zen staff and recited a sentence.
Immediately afterwards, his clothes turned into blood.
Northern snowy area.
The blood-clothed demon in the Snowy Mountains.
The blood-clothed ancient demon thought: "Amimara Wuliang."
The Zen staff in his hand was suddenly released, and as the blood surged, the ancient demon's withered body seemed to be replenished, and countless powers burst out from the withered body.
The blood refining magic sutra operates.
Asura's shadow merged into his body and a horn grew from his body.
"This is?!"
A look of surprise flashed in Luo Tianfeng's eyes, and he said in surprise: "This is the blood refining chapter of the Ancestral Blood Nerve."
No wonder this ancient demon is hiding in Tibet, it turns out he is hiding something so terrifying.
This is a good skill.
In the past, it was one of the clan-suppressing magic skills of the powerful vampire clan in the underworld.
It's a pity that as powerful as the Vampire Clan, it will also decline. After the death of the Blood God, the entire Vampire Clan fell into pieces and was quickly lost in the long river of history.
No wonder he can refine the blood of the Asura clan, it turns out to be this secret method.
Luo Manping said in a deep voice: "How about I take action?"
He felt that the restrictions on the ancient demon should not be lifted. Without the help of the holy soldiers, he would have been killed by the weapon spirit.
Luo Tian's face was gloomy and he didn't speak.
He wanted the skills, but he also wanted to see the strength of the weapon spirit.
Since the ancient demon has such strength, there is no harm in waiting.
The ancient demon was about to take action when he suddenly felt a burning heat coming from his palm.
Immediately afterwards, his palms burned again.
He stared intently at his palms, his face distorted unconsciously. He obviously possessed tremendous strength and invincible skills, but he was controlled by others at a very early stage.
If he could hide better, get more divine blood, and practice more deeply...
He didn't have time to think too much because he could no longer hold the Zen staff.
The flames told him to let go.
It was a bloody bite.
In an instant, his white palms turned into white bones.
Finally, the ancient demon shouted.
The snowy air swept away and rushed towards the sky.
Boom.
Countless cracks appeared in the prison realm, like a cracked mirror.
The ancient demon was overjoyed.
He felt more and more that his idea was right. He didn't need to fight to the death with that damn devil. As long as he opened the cage, he could turn into snowflakes and float in the world.
Just when he was about to squeeze out of his body, a figure had already walked in front of him.
The soul of the ancient demon emerged and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist!"
He was greeted by fists that were getting closer and closer.
As big as a casserole.
It suddenly bloomed in his eyes.
It's like a meteor falling, and it's like a vast sun.
boom!
With his body staggered, he looked horrified at how much of his arm was missing. When he wanted to take action again, a green and white finger had already touched his forehead.
The purple-black nails restrained his body. In fact, it was not because of the fingers, but because of a black-red silk thread that penetrated his head and penetrated into the sea of consciousness to lock his soul.
"Fellow Taoist, listen to me."
"You have such courage."
"With the two of us working together, we can get out of here, why should we be controlled by others!"
Tu Shanjun looked at the ancient demon who was opening his mouth to argue, but said nothing.
Even without any words.
The pressure is divine and as brilliant as the power of heaven.