Mortal Cultivator

More and more monks gathered around, and it seemed that they were sending messages to inform their friends.

As a result, hundreds of monks gathered here, all of whom were gods, but most of them were demons.

Some even watched directly in demon form. A huge snake-shaped demon was perched on a mountain, staring at Wang Lu with a torch-like gaze, spitting snakes non-stop.

One day passed, just when everyone was bored, a black shadow covering the sky came from the distance, and there was a deafening dragon roar.

"The Demon Dragon Venerable is coming!"

The monks meditating around them suddenly opened their eyes and all perked up.

...

Wang Lu, who was sitting cross-legged, also opened his eyes and looked at the ten thousand feet black dragon in the distance. His body began to grow.

Ten feet.

One hundred feet.

One thousand feet.

The Demon Dragon Venerable had already flown close. Although Wang Lu was already a thousand feet tall, he was still a little small under the ten thousand feet black dragon.

The scales on the black dragon were so black that even the light shining on them was swallowed directly.

Two eyes as big as stars stared at Wang Lu.

The abyss opened its huge mouth slightly.

"Very good, you didn't leave, very good..."

The Demon Dragon Venerable seemed to be talking to himself, and his huge body turned, but he didn't get close to Wang Lu.

The ten thousand feet long black dragon body flew towards Qingxu Mountain.

"Bai Yu, tell me, what do you want!"

The Demon Dragon Venerable said to the middle-aged man in white robe on the top of the mountain, his eyes full of uncontrollable anger.

"Hahaha... not much, one million top-grade spirit stones, plus a piece of your life dragon scale."

"Okay."

The Demon Dragon Venerable didn't bargain, and spit out handfuls of spirit stones from its huge mouth.

It poured down like sand and scattered in the mountain stream.

A piece of dragon scale also fell off.

The middle-aged man in white robe didn't mind at all, and five soul-catching beads were thrown out by him.

The huge black dragon snorted coldly, and four of them were directly swallowed by its huge mouth of the abyss.

Then the Demon Dragon Venerable opened his mouth and spit out a thousand-foot-long dragon.

Finally, the soul-grabbing bead broke, and a dragon soul drilled into the body on the ground, and soon merged successfully.

"Father, kill him quickly!!!!"

The second prince, who had just merged with his body, soared into the air and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Waste!"

With a cold snort, the second prince was shocked back hundreds of feet and almost got shaken out of his newly merged body.

The Demon Dragon Venerable didn't care about his stupid son.

The ten-thousand-foot-long body turned and began to approach Wang Lu. The head like a mountain looked at Wang Lu and uttered earth-shaking words: "I'm giving you one last chance!"

"Be my slave!"

"Or, die!!!"

Wang Lu didn't reply, and the boundary stick in his hand was already clenched, and he smashed it directly at the Demon Dragon Venerable's head.

"Looking for death!!!!"

The Demon Dragon Venerable roared harshly, and his body twisted at an incredible angle, and the huge dragon tail whipped Wang Lu like a whip.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The boundary stick collided with the dragon's tail, and Wang Lu's huge palm cracked, and his body flew backwards.

The mountain collapsed.

Sand and stones flew.

Seeing this, the onlookers moved further away.

The Demon Dragon Venerable was also shocked and flew backwards, and he stopped only after smashing a mountain.

"What is this!!"

The Demon Dragon Venerable's consciousness rushed into the iron stick in Wang Lu's hand.

The battle site was dusty, and Wang Lu stood up with his body that was about to break. His body was slowly cracking. If it weren't for the boundary stick, he would have exploded.

The thousand-foot-tall body was cracked like porcelain, but Wang Lu didn't care. A red mark appeared on his forehead.

[Blood-burning tactics]

Dark red runes began to crawl all over his body, and his cracked body seemed to be locked. In less than a breath, the runes were already crawling all over his body.

"Crack!"

The boundary stick in his hand squeaked as he clenched it.

"Is this the strength of the demon race in the unity realm? It's a bit unexpected."

Wang Lu tightened the stick in his hand and killed again.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The earth-shaking roar resounded, and Wang Lu, who had just been at a disadvantage, stood at the upper hand with the blessing of the runes. The iron stick in his hand hit the Demon Dragon Venerable and made him retreat again and again.

The stick hit the flesh and smashed the scales and armor.

If the Demon Dragon Venerable hadn't tried his best to dodge, if he had been hit hard, he would probably be injured more seriously!

The Demon Dragon Venerable dodged again and again.

But he seemed to be unable to resist.

"What kind of secret method is this?"

"And his body is so strong! He can fight against the demon clan master without losing!" The green-clothed old man on Qingxu Mountain narrowed his eyes.

The battle continued. The iron stick in Wang Lu's hand was like a hundred thousand mountains. If he was slightly hit by the stick, he would lose a layer of skin.

The Demon Dragon Master was pressed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Roar!!!!"

With a roar that shook the sky, the Demon Dragon Master trampled on several green mountains, and many scales had fallen off.

The monks present didn't dare to pick them up.

"You dare to stay here, you are really capable!"

"But do you think you can defeat me with the magic weapon in your hand?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

The Demon Dragon Master suddenly laughed strangely.

Wang Lu didn't dare to be careless. He continued to kill the Demon Dragon Master without slacking off. He swung the stick and smashed it down heavily.

Looking at the stick coming, the dragon eyes of the Demon Dragon Master suddenly flashed with black light, and then the whole world darkened.

Even the monks who were watching the battle all around were pitch dark and were so frightened that they were silent.

"Boy, let me show you what a venerable is!"

Wang Lu smashed down with his stick, but it hit nothing.

The figure of the Demon Dragon Venerable could not be seen by his spiritual sense and naked eyes, and he was completely immersed in darkness.

The power of the law!

Wang Lu looked at the darkness around him and his heart sank slightly.

Suddenly, Wang Lu felt a chill on his back and turned around to block it with his stick.

"Puff..."

Wang Lu flew backwards, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

The world instantly turned into a dark world, and Wang Lu could only rely on touch, hearing, and smell.

Feeling that he was still in the earth's core, even his spiritual sense was dark and he could not see anything.

Some of the monks watching around had recovered, and this spell was obviously not aimed at them.

Wang Lu's ears moved slightly, but he felt that there were sounds from all directions.

"Roar!!!"

The roar surrounded him.

Suddenly, a crosswind came, and Wang Lu was hit and flew backwards for an unknown distance. With a loud bang, a huge hole was smashed on the ground.

He got up and blasted forward with his stick, but the Demon Dragon Venerable did not chase him as he had imagined, so he missed and the stick smashed a long gully on the ground.

"Bang!!!"

Wang Lu felt a sharp pain in his back, and was hit again and flew backwards. The runes on his body trembled, as if they were about to collapse at any time.

This time Wang Lu stood up without swinging the stick. Just as he was thinking about whether to ask the Grandmother of Samsara to help, he felt the boundary stick in his hand tremble.

Wang Lu was stunned.

Yes, he had always been the one controlling the boundary stick.

This time he was obviously at a disadvantage, but the boundary stick was completely unaffected by this strange law.

Do it when you think of it.

Wang Lu no longer hesitated, and relaxed his control over the boundary stick, instead letting the boundary stick choose its target on its own.

...

The Demon Dragon Venerable hovering in the air was full of mockery in his eyes. He was just a small cultivator of the Incarnation Realm, but he relied on external forces to show off his abilities.

Now that he was enveloped by his dark law, his true form was revealed.

He was not in a hurry, as he could see that he could kill Wang Lu in one or two moves.

What a pity, what a pity.

What a good servant he was.

The Demon Dragon Venerable was still hovering in the air, and his roars disturbed Wang Lu's mind from time to time.

Finally, he moved.

His huge body approached Wang Lu, but he swayed and moved away, making a feint.

"It's time to kill you."

The Demon Dragon Venerable rushed towards Wang Lu again, but made a loud noise at the other end.

Wang Lu seemed to be attracted, and turned to that side.

Good opportunity!

The Demon Dragon Venerable rushed forward, stretched out his claws, and dug into Wang Lu's chest, as if he wanted to crush Wang Lu's soul directly.

"Bang!!!!"

With a deafening sound, the Demon Dragon Venerable was smashed to the ground.

Wang Lu turned around accurately in an instant, as if he could see him.

"Old loach, aren't you very slippery?"

"You don't have any tricks this time, right?"

"Keep running!!!"

Wang Lu held the stick in both hands and pressed down hard on the Demon Dragon Lord under him. The stick pressed down the dragon head tightly and crushed it hard, leaving deep grooves on the ground.