Amidst the waves and roars of demonic energy that filled the sky, Lu Kun's huge body with two heads and four arms fell downwards and quickly shrank in size. By the time it landed next to Demon King Zitong, it had become the six-foot-tall it was before.
The two heads were expressionless, their limbs and arms were dancing as fast as lightning, their hands were clenched into claws, and the tips of each finger flashed with conical black light spots, impatiently looking at Linglong lying on the ground.
Grab the body.
There was a crisp "click" sound, and a large hole was directly dug out in the flat belly of the Zitong Demon King. A purple-black Nascent Soul, with its eyes closed tightly and falling into a coma, was grabbed by four palms.
Immediately afterwards, a violent invisible force squeezed inward, and the Demon King Nascent Soul shattered into pieces, turning into balls of pure Demonic Yuan Qi energy, sweeping away in all directions.
At this time, Lu Kun's head opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of silver blood mist. The overflowing true demonic meaning was condensed together and turned into a small silver ball, which disappeared into his mouth.
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With a flash of spiritual light, the broken corpse on the ground, the dim shield and the two storage bracelets all disappeared, and Lu Kun's body with two heads and four arms aimed in one direction and shot away.
It turned out that Xuewei, the pseudo-devil emperor, escaped without looking back after feeling the terrifying pressure of the black sword light.
"It's strange. This guy seems to be wandering around in the fog. Is he trying to delay time?"
Lu Kun felt the location of his blood and felt a little puzzled.
He lost his golden divine eyes and had no means to break the restriction of this illusion. Even Hong Yuntian's stubborn consciousness was distorted by the illusion here.
And his blood induction has nothing to do with spiritual consciousness, but is not disturbed by the mist, so he can go deep into the mist, otherwise he might not even be able to encounter Wu Wenxuan's Nascent Soul.
After flying several hundred feet, Lu Kun passed through a mirage and arrived at the location of the blood. He was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.
I saw a fist-sized black ball of light wrapped in a jade bottle, spinning around in the illusion, and its blood was in the jade bottle.
"During the battle just now, my energy and blood exploded several times. I thought the battle was fierce, but this guy didn't think about it for a moment, but he was still noticed."
"This ball of light contains the aura of true demon, and it seems to be part of the demon king's soul." At this time, Hong Yuntian's voice came from within his body.
Lu Kun looked around and found that the gap in the illusion behind him had healed again. His expression changed: "No, the purpose of the demons is to open the space seal. This guy wants to delay time."
Hong Yuntian said: "If I were that demon clan, I would definitely not fight with us head-on. I would find a way to trap you with the help of this illusory formation, and then kill those pseudo-gods who have exhausted their true energy."
"Damn it, this is a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and it was planned by this pseudo-devil emperor."
"Those pseudo-gods can't die yet."
Lu Kun growled in annoyance, ignored the black ball of light in front of him, and returned the same way, but he was not sure of returning to the original place.
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On the other side, several pseudo-gods looked at the huge knife marks on the ground, and then at the burly figure disappearing in the mirage in the distance, with dumbfounded expressions on their faces.
After a while, everyone woke up as if from a dream, and their expressions became complicated, especially those of the pseudo-gods who had besieged Lu Kun. Their faces were pale and their eyes were full of anxiety.
Gu Deming, on the other hand, looked at the others with gloating, looking quite relieved.
Abbot Zhiyuan said excitedly: "I didn't expect Pavilion Master Lu to have such heaven-defying magical powers and be so powerful that he could crush the Demon King. In this way, we may not have a chance to stop the Demon Clan."
Seeing that the others did not respond, Zhiyuan clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist chant: "If Pavilion Master Lu really wants to kill you, he just needs to show up a little later. There is no need to come to the rescue early."
He glanced at Lord Huo Ling and said, "Pavilion Master Lu did this because he obviously put the justice of the human race first, put aside the past grudges, and worked together to deal with the demon invaders. Do you still doubt that Pavilion Master Lu is a demon?"
Even though Venerable Huo Ling has lived for thousands of years, his old face turned red when questioned by this fat monk. He sighed: "It's my fault. The anger of Pavilion Master Lu will be borne by our Five Spirit Temple."
"Good Lord, Great Spirit King Buddha."
Abbot Zhiyuan said: "If the crisis is successfully overcome this time, I am willing to be a peacemaker and help you resolve your grievances. But for now, you should recover your true energy quickly."
"When Pavilion Master Lu comes back, help him sense the space seal."
"Um...Old Monk Zhiyuan." At this time, Mo Qing suddenly whispered: "Didn't Pavilion Master Lu say that he couldn't see through the illusion restriction, then can he still come back?"
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.
"Of course I can't come back."
At this moment, along with a cold voice, a strong black demon suddenly shot out from the mist not far away, holding a pair of black short axes with thick black ax blades in both hands.
, and struck down these pseudo-gods head-on.
Everyone's expressions changed greatly. At this time, their true energy was exhausted, and they had just taken out the best spiritual stones to recover. They had no way to defend themselves.
Fortunately, Abbot Zhiyuan reacted, and the gold-rimmed cassock on his body flew out with a whoosh, blocking the front, and the sounds of countless monks chanting sutras could be heard from inside.
The surrounding demonic energy actually converged on the cassock under the suppression of the pseudo-devil emperor, forming a ten-foot-long and black Buddhist mantra of ten thousand words. Although it was composed of demonic energy, it exuded a peaceful aura.
"boom!"
Two magic weapons hit this defense, destroying half of the black Buddhist mantra. The color of the golden cassock underneath quickly weakened, as if some kind of essence had been lost.
"Hmph, human Buddhist cultivator!"
Xuewei seemed to recognize this mantra symbol. He snorted coldly, danced his arms, and the shadows of his axes intertwined. He launched four rounds of attacks in a short period of time, beating it to pieces.
However, after this moment of delay, the three-headed dragon below also counterattacked. She had not used the Five Elements Transformation Secret Technique before, and she still had some true essence. The five tooth-shaped daggers contained a yellow halo and attacked from the side.
Crying with blood.
But the pseudo-devil emperor is, after all, a being comparable to the devil king among the demon clan. Even if he is beaten by Lu Kun and is unable to fight back, he is still not something that the pseudo-god can deal with.
I saw its strong demonic body spinning in the air, its double axes glowing with purple-black light, flashing past several afterimages, and the daggers were knocked away.
But at this moment, Xuewei suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. In the mist two hundred feet away, there was a vague and burly figure, rushing towards here.
"Impossible. I've already sensed that he was lured away. How could I find him so quickly? Could it be that this guy has been pretending? He can see through the fog of nightmares."
Just as he was weeping and stunned, the body of the three-headed dragon turned into a long red snake about ten feet long, and wrapped around his legs in a swish.
"court death!"
Xuewei looked frightened and angry, and raised his short ax to chop down.
"when……"
After all, this is the body of the demon king, and its defense is not bad at all. His ax chop only split the red scales on the outside.
"You devil bastard, if you have the ability to chop it down, you will just have a clone. I will be able to grow it in more than a thousand years. It will be worth it to replace it with a fake devil emperor."
Xueqi couldn't help but panic when he heard this crazy voice and looked at Lu Kun who was already more than a hundred feet away.
He was once a late-stage Demon King, so he could naturally see the horror of Lu Kun's previous attack. He was close to the peak of the early-stage Demon King, and with his pseudo-Demon Emperor strength, he had no chance of being able to withstand it.
Under the crisis, the magic energy and remaining soul in his body were fully activated, and he changed his hand to a giant axe, and suddenly chopped off the red dragon under him.
This blow was so powerful that it not only completely chopped the scales into pieces, but even cut into the bones inside. However, the ax got stuck inside, causing its attack to pause.
At this moment, five small halo balls suddenly emerged from the bodies of several pseudo-gods who had exhausted their true energy. These small balls, carrying special will power, turned into five ropes and were tied directly.
A body crying with blood.
Zhiyuan's gray-white cassock was floating in the sky above the false demon emperor. He kept chanting the words "Great Spirit King Buddha" in his mouth, and his compassion was constantly injected into it. The surrounding demonic energy was slightly stagnant, as if it was affected by it.
Block it down.
Several pseudo-gods who had exhausted their true energy, plus two demon kings, were all in high spirits when they saw Lu Kun. They quickly seized the opportunity to fight and tied the opponent to the spot.
They were even a little proud in their hearts, knowing that even Lu Kun would be trapped by the chain of souls united by several people, let alone a false demon emperor.
"Are we going to use that trick..."
Xueqiu struggled for a few times and found that he couldn't break free in a short time. There was a trace of cruelty in his eyes. All the purple-black lightning between his muscles disappeared into his body and disappeared. The strong muscles shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a wave of energy erupted from his body.
A terrifying breath of destruction.
"Quickly retreat and withdraw your magical powers, this guy is going to blow himself up!"
Before several pseudo-gods could feel proud, they heard this warning and quickly put away their magical powers.
Then Lu Kun's figure fell in front of them. His four arms were hugged forward. The twisted invisible force wrapped the bloody body. Demonic energy gathered together, forming a strange vortex composed of two vortexes.
round ball.
"boom……"
A burst of purple-black plasma exploded, but under the squeeze of this strange ball, the energy did not escape at all.
Lu Kun's face was serious, his limbs and arms were trembling slightly, constantly stimulating the demonic energy to replenish it.
After a few breaths, these lights gradually dimmed, and the body of the weeping pseudo-devil emperor disappeared, leaving only some scales, broken bones, dim magic weapons and two storage bracelets...