The Ancestor of Body Repair

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Accompanied by a crisp sound, a terrifying wave of vitality erupted from the broken forbidden aura, mixed with various colors of vitality halo, like a semi-circular dazzling scorching sun spreading in all directions.

The mountain trembled, and the rumbling sound of vibration resounded through the mountains.

Immortal cultivators from a few miles away felt the fluctuations, their faces turned pale, and the battle at the level of the gods was too terrifying. Even if the distance was so far, these aftermaths had to distract them to resist.

The wave of vitality broke out quickly, and it went away quickly. The vitality of the demon spirit inside returned to the heaven and the earth, and the light dissipated, revealing the scene on the mountain.

I saw Qi Ruyan standing there with a pale face, looking terrified.

The original dragon blade suspended above the head, I don't know when the horizontal knife stood in front of me, a purple-black knife that was about an inch long exuded a dark halo, and pressed firmly against the generous blade surface, the aura of both sides. Still intertwined, seemingly indistinguishable.

The abbot of Zhiyuan stood not far away, the two golden circles that were knocked flying were suspended above his head, and the cassock on his body flashed with a pale golden halo, wrapping his body.

There was a trace of cold sweat on his head, but he did not expect Wu Wenxuan to use the magic marrow knife again so quickly.

It is said that this weapon was made by the monks of the previous generation of the Yuan Mozong in the god-transforming stage, and was made by combining multiple magic weapons.

Although this treasure is different from the Tongtian Lingbao, its power and supernatural powers are not bad at all, and in the hands of a monk in the spiritual transformation stage, it can exert a terrifying power.

After discovering that the opponent had activated the magic pulp blade, Abbot Zhiyuan immediately defended, but who knew that Wu Wenxuan was attacking Qi Ruyan. fell directly.

"As expected of the magic dragon blade known as the magic treasure of the sky, how can it be so psychic?"

Seeing this scene, Wu Wenxuan couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration. Then he glanced at Qi Ruyan, shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, such a treasure is not something that a junior like you can control."

While speaking, he moved a seal in his hand, and the magic pulp knife facing the magic dragon blade suddenly trembled.

Then the phantom swayed and fell directly into the magic dragon blade, and the aura on the broad and thick blade seemed to be unable to stop it.

When the abbot Zhiyuan saw this scene, his face changed greatly: "Fellow Daoist Wu, you are crazy, but you gave up a bit of the power of the primordial spirit, so that the will of the magic dragon blade will be out of control, and the consequences will be unimaginable."

He immediately condensed a complex Dharma seal in his hands, and recited a Buddhist incantation in his mouth. A Buddhist swastika shot out from his mouth, expanding to the size of half a human at a speed visible to the naked eye, with a strong sense of peace and compassion. To Qi Ruyan.

Wu Wenxuan seemed to have anticipated that his three cone-shaped magic weapons would surround Qi Ruyan at some point, and a purple-black halo emerged from each other, forming a curtain of light.

The golden Buddha's 10,000 characters bombarded the light curtain, and the spiritual light above vibrated violently. Two special willpowers intertwined, forming a small will vortex, and invisible fluctuations overflowed.

The golden swastika trembled and then dissipated, but the light curtain formed by the cone-shaped magic weapon also dimmed a lot.

Abbot Zhiyuan kept the incantation in his mouth, one hand pinched the Dharma and the other hand condensed the Dharma seal, and another Buddhist swastika spurted out of his mouth. A light curtain in the shape of a magic weapon.

Wu Wenxuan sneered, and the magic pulp knife turned into a purple-black streamer, like a dexterous little snake, easily suppressing the diamond circle, but the Buddhist swashbuckle seemed to be an invisible thing, passing through it.

With the whirlpools of consciousness, the purple-black light curtain became more and more bleak, and the abbot of Zhiyuan was refreshed and continued to activate this magical power, trying to penetrate the 4D into Qi Ruyan's body.

With the entanglement of the two sides, small aftermaths of vitality, mixed with invisible power of will, stirred on the top of this mountain.

If there are Primordial Infant cultivators nearby, just being wiped by the aftermath of these will vortexes, the soul will be severely damaged, not to mention the aftermath of those Primordial Qi transformations.

On the other hand, Qi Ruyan, under the protection of the magic dragon blade and Wu Wenxuan's magic weapon, was not influenced by the outside world, but his expression was extremely frightened.

The magic in her body surged wildly, and a bloody energy was continuously injected into the magic dragon blade, trying to appease the violently trembling magic knife in front of her.

The breath of this magic power is very special. It is a special energy called Chaos Magic Power. With this special energy, Qi Ruyan can mobilize the magic dragon blade.

The display of chaotic magic power, in addition to being supported by the strong power of the Nascent Soul, also consumes the blood essence and a trace of the power of the soul in the body.

If you want to use the strongest magical power of the Demon Dragon Blade, the consumption of blood and spirit will be even more terrifying. Qi Ruyan's cultivation is much weaker than Huang Chong, and has not yet reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul. , and even the cultivation base will go backwards.

Qi Ruyan's face became paler and paler. She had already consumed a lot of blood essence, but the fluctuation of the killing intent in the dragon's blade became more violent, and she would break away from her control at any time.

With the injection of a large amount of chaotic magic power, a dark red halo slowly emerged from the magic dragon blade, and the strong bloody smell quickly spread with the meaning of chilling. Vitality, most of which were directly separated, all converged towards the Demon Dragon Blade.

In the blink of an eye, a thick blood-red halo emerged from the outside of the magic dragon blade, and a large amount of magic energy continued to flow in. A unique coercion spread from the magic knife, and the nearby air suddenly changed. Extremely heavy.

In the diamond circle, the cone-shaped magic weapon lost the blessing of the magic energy. It seemed that it could not bear the pressure and was forced to withdraw. Even the magic pulp knife, the magic light on it trembled, and the distance was drawn, and it seemed a little scared.

When the abbot Zhiyuan saw this scene, his face turned pale, and he said with a bit of horror in his eyes: "The magic dragon blade has absorbed the power of the primordial spirit, and the meaning of killing has greatly increased. Oneself, exert the greatest power."

"Fellow Daoist Wu, you and I will work together to suppress, and there is still room for saving."

Wu Wenxuan stretched out his tongue, licked his lips, and a bit of madness flashed in his eyes: "Hahaha, Wu would have to see it to see if this magic dragon blade is as legendary as it is said to be able to regenerate the gods. Expect."

Abbot Zhiyuan couldn't help but scolded a lunatic, all the peace and compassion in his body poured out, and he wanted to do something.

At this moment, a terrifying chill burst out, and it entered Qi Ruyan's body immediately following the magic of chaos.

The second elder of the Holy Demon Sect felt the endless killing intent rushing straight to his forehead. Huang Chong and Xue Tianyou were killed, many elders fell, and they were bullied by the major demon sects. There were also old monsters in the spirit transformation period who came to snatch them. The treasure of the town school, all kinds of things came to my mind.

"Damn these people!"

Qi Ruyan raised her head, her eyes suddenly turned blood red, she stared at Wu Wenxuan, who was dozens of feet away, her slender hands had already caught on the thick handle of the Demon Dragon Blade, and her body was visible to the naked eye. The speed dries up, and the aura of the soul also becomes faint, only the killing intent in his eyes is extremely strong.

The surging a lot of demonic energy instantly condensed, and a huge blood knife of dozens of feet appeared on the mountain peak, exuding the terrifying pressure of destroying the sky and destroying the earth.

All the immortal cultivators in the Wanren Mountains looked over, watching this scene in horror, and even many people stopped fighting, as if there was only this huge sword shadow between the heavens and the earth.

Wu Wenxuan immediately felt a special invisible force, mixed with a terrifying chill, wrapped around him, and the surrounding demon energy was out of control. These energies seemed to become one, turning into a force of restraint, holding his body in place. in place.

His face turned pale, the real essence in his body surged violently, and the demonic vitality that had been refined into the Nascent Soul surged out, turning into a dazzling purple-black halo, and this restraint force was a little loose.

But after this moment of delay, the blood-red sword shadow of dozens of meters descended from the sky with unparalleled power.

In Wu Wenxuan's eyes, there was only a blood red, as if facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, the huge knife light, with a thick bloody smell and a terrifying chill, drowned his body...