The Ancestor of Body Repair

"Magic pulp knife, Old Demon Wu!"

Qi Ruyan below exclaimed after seeing the flying knife clearly.

Her face was pale, and the magic power surged. The magic dragon blade in the center of the magic circle turned into a streamer, suspended above her head, and sprinkled a dark red halo on the magic shield.

Abbot Zhiyuan on the side sighed softly, clasped his hands together and said, "Shanzai Daling King Buddha, Fellow Daoist Wu, you are still here."

During the speech, a light golden light with a sense of peace and compassion spread out with the fat monk as the center, and the surrounding demonic aura gushed out black rays of light and dots of white starlight. .

Under the golden light, these demon spirits disappeared into the forbidden aura outside the mountain peak, and a faint golden light appeared in the cracked gap, which not only prevented the breakage of the forbidden, but also gathered towards the purple-black flying knife above. go.

"You bald donkey is really nosy!" A deep and cold voice came from far to near.

In the mid-air, a hundred meters away, an old man with a hooked nose suddenly appeared. He was thin and thin, wearing a delicate magic-patterned robe, his eyes were purple-black, and there were several purple-black halos around his body.

This person is the Supreme Elder of Yuan Mozong, Wu Wenxuan, the only god-turning demon cultivator in Da Zhou.

He looked at the dark golden light that was approaching the flying knife, snorted coldly, and there was a sense of cruelty all over his body. The three-inch flying knife trembled slightly, then turned into a streamer and shot back, and did not enter his cuff. Disappear.

Abbot Zhiyuan chanted a Buddha's name and said, "Fellow Daoist Wu, the Shattered Kingdom is about to open. We should preserve our strength. If there are two demon kings this time, we may not be sure to deal with them. Why start a war and waste our energy?"

Wu Wenxuan sneered: "It's very simple to ask me to retreat, as long as you hand over the Demon Dragon Blade, not only will I leave, but even these demon cultivators Wu will be taken away, so that the Holy Demon Sect will not suffer any further damage. ."

While he was talking, several warships in the distance and dozens of Yuan Ying monks' escape light all poured into the mountain range. These people had a tacit understanding, bypassing this core mountain gate and attacking the various mountain peaks. .

Wu Wenxuan glanced at the generous magic knife on top of Qi Ruyan's head, then looked at Zhiyuan, and then said: "It is a waste to put the magic dragon blade in the hands of this junior. If Wu has this weapon, his strength will increase greatly. , I can contain a demon king alone."

Abbot Zhiyuan slowly shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Wu, you have integrated the meaning of true demons, but you are the soul of half demons. The demons in the demon dragon blade do not match yours. Forcibly urging you will only result in a conflict of wills."

"And Wu Daoyou's half-demon soul, facing the demon king from across the border, I am afraid that he can only exert half of his strength. Even if he has the magic dragon blade in his hand, how can he contain the demon king alone."

Wu Wenxuan was silent for a while, and said solemnly: "Zhiyuan, because of this, Wu's demand for the magic dragon blade far exceeds others. If I am not bad, after so many years, the chilling meaning in the magic dragon blade has already become. Dacheng."

With a bit of fanaticism in his eyes, he said: "Wu is researching a secret technique to re-purify the primordial spirit. The meaning of chilling is derived from the meaning of true demons and belongs to the will of the devil. If it goes well, Wu may be able to reverse the spirit. , return to the soul of the human race."

"The new power of will, coupled with the power of the magic dragon blade, will definitely be able to compete with the devil."

Zhiyuan looked at the other party's expression, and sighed softly: "When the Holy Demon King made the magic dragon blade, he said that only with a new magical energy can he truly control the magic dragon blade. It is impossible for a soul polluted by demonic intent to succeed."

"Wu Daoyou forcibly ingests the magic in the magic dragon blade, and it will only hurt both sides, and maybe the primordial spirit will be damaged, but if this magic treasure is in the hands of Qi Xianzi, it can at least hit the strongest blow, and it can also threaten the devil. ."

Wu Wenxuan heard the words, his face darkened, and the thick real energy in his body surged. The three conical magic weapons that broke the formation before, I don't know when they appeared behind him, turned into the size of a slap, and still contained an amazing magical aura.

"Having said so much, I still don't want to hand over the Demon Dragon Blade, old monk, don't think that if you understand the power of will, you can really compete with the monks in the Spirit Transformation stage. Wu would like to see if you can keep the Holy Demon Sect. "

During the conversation, the three conical magic weapons shone brightly, turning into three large purple-black blade-tip phantoms, with a metallic luster on them, which looked like real objects, with terrifying magic power and incomparable ferocity. The idea of ​​​​smashed the ban outside the mountain, and a large amount of magic energy around them continued to gather towards them like a ray of light.

Abbot Zhiyuan had a solemn expression on his face, opened his folded hands, and the two diamond circles on his wrist shot out, which doubled in size with the obscure incantation in his mouth.

The surrounding black light that flew towards the conical magic treasure trembled slightly, as if it was affected, and a small half of it rushed towards the diamond circle. In addition, there were some white halos and sparse spiritual vitality in the thin aura nearby. All were pulled out.

Under the convergence of the two kinds of vitality, a dark golden Buddhist phantom phantom appeared outside the two diamond circles, exuding a majestic aura that suppressed everything.

"Boom!!"

The dark golden aura and the purple-black halo intertwined, bursting out with brilliant brilliance.

Wu Wenxuan's magic weapon blesses the shape of vitality, and its power is terrifying. Every blow seems to have the power to move mountains and fill the sea. I don't know what magical powers Zhiyuan uses. It doesn't look like the shape of vitality, but it can be used with it. contend.

Several magical treasures were stalemate with each other, and the terrifying power of vitality was condensed inside, and there were no unnecessary fluctuations, but the pressure in the air became heavier and heavier.

Although Zhiyuan Abbot's diamond circle is not weak, the number of magic weapons is not dominant. Occasionally, a few residual blades of vitality break through the defense line and hit the prohibition outside the mountain, and the entire mountain trembles.

Seeing the ban that was about to be broken, the abbot of Zhiyuan said: "Junior brother, you go to other places to support, this place is too dangerous."

"Yes, Brother Abbot." Zhiyuan did not hesitate, and flew to the other direction of the mountain. He couldn't participate in the battle at the level of God, and he would be a drag here.

As for Qi Ruyan, with the protection of the magic dragon blade, self-protection is not a problem, and it can deter Old Demon Wu.

When Wu Wenxuan saw Zhiyuan's departure, he did not stop him. He continued to control the magic weapon and said indifferently, "It is indeed the will to comprehend by itself, and the control of the devil's vitality is no less than the power of the primordial spirit."

"But if you stop it again, don't blame Wu for being disrespectful."

Having said that, he stretched out his right hand. The purple-black knife was suspended in the palm of his hand, and a tiny trace of pure black light blazed out from the tip of the knife, like some kind of lightning, and the magic energy that submerged in the surrounding disappeared.

At this moment, most of the originally balanced magic energy turned to the cone-shaped magic weapon, and the latter's purple-black magic light flourished, completely knocking out the diamond circle and slamming into the bleak restriction.

"boom!"

The prohibition inlaid with golden light was completely shattered, and it turned into a little bit of aura.

There was a hint of coldness in Wu Wenxuan's eyes, the real essence in his body was surging, and the purple-black knife was spinning in the palm of his hand, like a black hole, swallowing the surrounding black light, and even the halo was absorbed.

Then he waved one hand, and this purple-black knife was like a breathless mortal thing, rushing into the broken forbidden aura...

Sorry, there are too many things in the past two days, I remembered chapter 4 last week...