The first thousand one hundred and forty-three chapters
Abbot Zhiyuan stood on the mountain peak, looking blankly at the scene in front of him.
Tu Lingzi didn't know what kind of secret technique he had used. Not only could he control the Demonic Dragon Blade, but he could also unleash the strongest blow when the Demonic Blade's chaotic magic power was insufficient. However, before he could use it, he was devoured to the point of being wiped out.
From these changes, Abbot Zhiyuan could see that Wu Wenxuan could control the Demon Dragon Blade to a certain extent. He couldn't help but recall the entire battle process in his mind.
Wu Wenxuan appeared as an external incarnation at the beginning, sacrificing a bit of his soul power, so that the killing intent of the Demon Dragon Blade came back to Qi Ruyan, who uncontrollably struck the strongest blow.
There is nothing weird here, but after the external incarnation was swallowed by the magic dragon blade, the magic dragon blade seemed to have a cruel meaning. He originally thought it was because the magic dragon blade did not completely swallow it.
The incarnated soul.
Now that I think about it, Wu Wenxuan relied on the power of the soul incarnate outside his body to control the Demonic Dragon Blade. He first devoured Qi Ruyan's physical body and soul, and then actively threw himself into the shadow of Tu Lingzi's bone claws.
The magic power used in Tu Lingzi's secret technique is probably similar to the chaos magic power, which controls the magic dragon blade by supplying energy, but Wu Wenxuan's soul can affect the killing intent and the flesh-devouring energy inside.
Abbot Zhiyuan thought of this and couldn't help but ask: "Fellow Daoist Wu, did you influence the Demon Dragon Blade through the sacrifice of your external incarnation?"
Wu Wenxuan looked at the sky-reaching magic treasure that swallowed the blood-red light into the blade in the distance, with a smile on his lips: "Yes, with the help of the external incarnation, Wu's little soul power successfully entered the magic dragon blade, barely
Can control the demon inside."
Abbot Zhiyuan frowned: "With the magical power of the Demon Dragon Blade, even the soul of a monk in the transformation stage can be swallowed up. Your distracted soul does not have much power, how can you preserve it?"
The magic weapon in Wu Wenxuan's hand flashed, and the spiritual light of the three cone-shaped magic weapons rolled up the magic dragon blade, as well as Tu Lingzi's remaining storage bracelet and black altar, and floated towards their position.
Hearing Zhiyuan's doubts, he showed a bit of pride and said: "Because Wu's external incarnation was made from the remains of the demon king five hundred years ago. After many years of research on my part... eh
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Halfway through, Wu Wenxuan suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. Zhiyuan was slightly startled, and he also discovered something and turned around to look over.
I saw a dazzling cyan light appearing on the distant horizon. In addition to its amazing speed, the momentum it exuded was even more terrifying. Wherever it passed, there was even a little bit of spiritual energy manifested.
Many Nascent Soul Stage monks in the Ten Thousand Blades Mountains were also shocked by this escaping light. Even if they were hundreds of miles away, they could feel the overwhelming pressure.
"With such a terrifying aura, is he another god-forming senior?"
"The aura of wood attribute is Senior Gu of Taixuan Sect!"
"Isn't the Demonic Dragon Blade a magical treasure that reaches the sky? How did it attract such a being?"
"I'll leave first, fellow Taoists, take care."
The previous battle fluctuations were already terrifying, and now there is another god-like being. If a more intense battle breaks out, half of the Ten Thousand Blades Mountain Range will be destroyed.
Many demonic cultivators have backed down, but there are a few bold ones who are still in the mountains.
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Wu Wenxuan and Zhiyuan naturally saw the person coming, and they were both puzzled as to why Gu Deming came to the Ten Thousand Blades Mountains. It was impossible for a god-like being who practiced magic to activate the Demonic Dragon Blade, and other demonic treasures could not be used.
At this moment, Wu Wenxuan's expression suddenly changed and he looked at the position of the Demon Dragon Blade: "Who is it?"
Next to his cone-shaped magic weapon, a burly middle-aged man wearing gray clothes appeared at some point. This man was stretching out a palm, as if there was an invisible force surging, the magic dragon blade
Trembling slightly, it is about to be taken away.
Zhiyuan saw the face of the visitor clearly and blurted out: "Pavilion Master Lu!"
Wu Wenxuan didn't know Pavilion Master Lu, so he said angrily: "Where does this guy come from, he dares to snatch food from a tiger's mouth!"
As he spoke, the true energy in his body surged, and the three cone-shaped magic weapons bloomed with purple-black light. The surrounding demonic energy gathered and condensed into a circular black light curtain. The invisible power was blocked, and the magic dragon
The blade became quiet again.
This burly man, naturally Lu Kun, had been quietly lurking on the mountainside. Not only did he show up, but he also revealed his true colors.
He looked at the thick screen of light exuding energy transformation fluctuations in front of him, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, a spiritual light flashed, and a purple gold weapon that was five feet long and larger than the Demon Dragon Blade appeared in his right hand.
Giant axe.
A blood crystal sealed in the body poured into the chest with the intention of the true devil, and collided with the blood essence in a special way. A strong bloodline power appeared and rushed towards the right arm.
This strong arm expanded rapidly, the hairs on it stood up and turned into black hair, and the palm turned into the hand of an ape.
"Zheng!!"
A crisp metallic sound came, which was faintly mixed with a painful wolf howl.
This purple-gold magic ax shines brightly, and pieces of demonic energy appear and gather together, forming a layer of purple-gold energy ax blade outside the axe, and a terrifying pressure spreads.
This series of changes was completed almost in an instant. On Lu Kun's other human arm, ferocious muscle lumps were bulging like deformed pieces of meat. Two inhuman arms held a purple-gold giant axe.
Using the light curtain formed by the cone-shaped magic weapon, he slashed it down.
"boom!"
An astonishing wave of energy mixed with the vortex of vitality rippled out, and the vitality light curtain inspired by the three magic weapons was cut into a crack.
"Boom boom boom!"
His ferocious arms looked bloated, but in fact he was extremely fast. He slashed out three swords in the blink of an eye. Each sword not only possessed the power of energy transformation, but also had the edge of a giant axe, and also contained the power of one hundred and fifty.
A terrifying brute strength of about ten thousand kilograms.
In this environment filled with demonic energy, Lu Kun was finally able to take out this purple-gold magic axe. The power of the magic weapon in his hand was more than 50% stronger than that of Tu Lingzi. In just three strikes, the powerful light of vitality in front of him
The curtain was blown to pieces.
Then Lu Kun held his left hand in the air, and the magic dragon blade inside fell into his thick palm under the pull of invisible force.
Wu Wenxuan was shocked by the change in the lightning and flint. Unexpectedly, in just a moment, the light curtain he activated was shattered. Although it was not a specialized defensive magic weapon, the scene in front of him showed that the opponent's attack power had reached
God level.
"Zhiyuan called him Pavilion Master Lu. Could it be that he is an immortal cultivator? But this person's arms look like demons, and the giant ax is a magic weapon. He holds a huge magic weapon to attack. Isn't this the way a demon king fights?"
Large magic weapons like the Purple Gold Giant Ax are usually abandoned by cultivators because they are too heavy. Even if they can be activated, they will not only consume an astonishing amount of magic power, but will also be eroded by the evil spirit inside.
Like the small magic weapon used by Tu Lingzi, many magic cultivators will still take the risk to activate it.
"Being able to swing a large magic weapon so fast, and the sound of explosions can be heard in the air, shows that the power of his body is beyond imagination. How can a cultivator have such a powerful body."
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Wu Wenxuan saw the other party holding the Demon Dragon Blade, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
"No matter what kind of creature you are, the demonic intention in the Demonic Dragon Blade has been controlled by me. You are seeking death!"
His expression was cold, the power of the soul in his body was flowing, and he pinched a spell in his hand.
The Demonic Dragon Blade in the distance burst out into a dark red halo, with cruelty and chilling intent rising up, and with an evil intention, it rushed towards the muscle-riddled blade from the thick blade.
arm.
Feeling this greedy and evil thought, Lu Kun snorted coldly: "Such a mixture of energy, blood and magic power, even if the quantity is huge, can do nothing to me!"
As if to confirm his words, the dark red halo got stuck directly at the junction of the knife handle and the palm. This energy only corroded the outer layer of skin and could not penetrate deep.
This ball of energy that could easily swallow up the body of a great monk could not even be broken through by Lu Kun's palm.
Wu Wenxuan's eyes widened, unable to believe this scene. Another spell flashed in his hand. In the dark red halo, cruelty and chilling intent suddenly surged out. The invisible power of will successfully entered the opponent's palm.
When Lu Kun felt this, not only did he not panic, but he showed a look of surprise. The terrifying power of Qi and blood rolled inside his body. The previous power of blood resurfaced, and his eyes turned into pure gold.
The next moment, two bright golden lights shot out from the eyes, as if they were nothing, and disappeared into the thick blade of the Demon Dragon Blade, and a painful roar of a beast came out.
The blood-red light that was still locked in a stalemate with the silver magic energy at the handle shrank back, and the aura outside the magic dragon blade quickly dissipated, turning into an ordinary black sword.