The Art of the Great Sword

This wild dog-like creature, at best, has a cultivation level of the True Saint Realm.

But when Zhan Wuyang was fighting with the wild dog, he had already lost the courage to continue fighting, so much so that he didn't dare to confront the wild dog head-on.

The wild dog roared again, and gusts of wind gushed out of its mouth, stirring up the surrounding environment and bringing up gusts of dust.

At this moment, Zhan Wuyang only felt that his soul was shocked again.

It was a kind of shock from the spirit, which made it difficult for him to make the most reasonable response in the shortest time.

He could only mobilize his own strength, condense a layer of protective barrier on the surface of his body, and then took out a long spear from the ring, guided by spiritual power, attached to the long spear in his hand, and killed the wild dog.

His spear came out like a dragon, and the shaking power seemed to cross the space at this moment, and it killed the wild dog directly.

Boom...

The offensives between the two touched each other again, and Zhan Wuyang's spear light was actually directly shattered by the gust of wind.

The remaining strong winds still had some power and were heading towards Zhan Wuyang.

At this time, Zhan Wuyang had no time to fire a second shot.

The strong winds blew on his body, causing the protective barrier on his body to tremble violently, as if it could collapse at any time.

Feeling what he was experiencing now, Zhan Wuyang felt bitter in his heart.

"Master, such a powerful creature is not something I can defeat at all. Please help me!"

He asked Fang Qingyang for help again.

For him, the only person who could save him from the crisis in front of him was Fang Qingyang.

Fang Qingyang heard this and said coldly: "You are in the true holy realm, and this wild dog is also in the true holy realm. Do you want to admit that you are not as good as a wild dog?"

In fact, Fang Qingyang was very clear about Zhan Wuyang's status.

At this point in the battle, Zhan Wuyang failed to take down the wild dog, just because Zhan Wuyang lost his courage.

In a situation where both sides are evenly matched, whoever is more courageous will have a greater chance of winning.

Even if Zhan Wuyang burst out all his strength, he would definitely be able to kill the wild dog on the spot when facing it.

However, after Zhan Wuyang was initially injured, he was no longer willing to fight, which made Fang Qingyang a little disappointed.

However, Zhan Wuyang has never been an important person around him, and it is even possible that he will abandon him after this trip to the Magic Pool.

Zhan Wuyang didn't know what Fang Qingyang was thinking.

When he heard Fang Qingyang's ridicule, he was silent for a while and said, "This is not an ordinary wild dog, but a creature that is both a demon and a monster. It's normal that I am not his opponent."

"No hope!"

Fang Qingyang gently rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I won't take action, you wait to die."

While the two were talking, the wild dog rushed towards Zhan Wuyang again.

This time it rushed over violently, and the huge dog head seemed like a small mountain, carrying a heavy momentum, which made Zhan Wuyang's face change greatly.

At this moment, he completely mobilized all the strength in his body, but not to resist the attack of the wild dog, but to escape!

He was very fast and wanted to avoid the attack of the wild dog.

However, just when he retreated about ten miles away, the wild dog caught up with him.

The wild dog was faster, and before Zhan Wuyang continued to retreat, a burst of red light suddenly burst out from the wild dog's body, which seemed to be another kind of energy, providing it with power and making it faster again.

Zhan Wuyang saw this and immediately forced out a drop of blood essence, ready to use this drop of blood essence as a price in exchange for a faster escape speed.

However, before his drop of blood essence was forced out, he felt that all the bones in his body were about to break.

His body flew straight backwards, much faster than his previous escape speed.

Boom...

He landed heavily on a hill behind him, and smashed a big hole in the hill.

Puffs of smoke and dust rose from the ground. Zhan Wuyang looked at everything happening in front of him weakly, with despair written all over his face.

"Old Five, if you don't take action, this guy will probably die here."

In the storage ring that Zhan Wuyang carried that could hold living things, Su Luochuan said to Fang Qingyang: "If this is the Magic Pond, then our goal has been achieved."

Fang Qingyang heard this and said: "If he dies here, that's fine. If he doesn't die, let him continue to fight!"

"Since this is the Magic Pond of the War Demon Clan, it is the foundation of the War Demon Clan, so there should be something we don't know about it."

Fang Qingyang still didn't intend to pay attention to Zhan Wuyang.

At this time, Zhan Wuyang collapsed on the ground, his clothes stained with blood. He looked at the huge dog head with despair. Before he could continue to deal with it, a scarlet tongue stretched out from the dog head's mouth, licking his body, and swallowed him directly into its stomach.

The surrounding environment suddenly became dim.

Zhan Wuyang didn't even have the strength to speak now, but he still used his consciousness to send a message to Fang Qingyang, "Master, I really can't do it. I have been swallowed by this wild dog, I will be eaten by him!"

Su Luochuan also knew that Zhan Wuyang was swallowed by the wild dog now, he asked: "Old Five, do you want to take action?"

Fang Qingyang waved his hand gently and said: "No!"

He didn't believe that the wild dog would really devour Zhan Wuyang.

Since this is the Magic Pond, all the creatures that appear here may be a test for the cultivators who enter this place.

But Zhan Wuyang didn't know this. With no one to turn to, he felt that he was abandoned.

At this time, he no longer cared whether his inner thoughts would be read by Fang Qingyang.

He desperately sent a voice: "Fang Qingyang, Su Luochuan, you can save me but I don't save me, I won't let you go even if I die!"

Then, he began to fully operate the spiritual energy in his body.

As a true saint, he mobilized his spiritual power completely, covering the spiritual energy on his body surface, as if it was a cocoon that surrounded him.

At the same time, the speed of his heart beat suddenly increased, and he was constantly producing fresh blood.

And the energy consumed by the heart comes from his flesh and blood.

Under Fang Qingyang's observation, they saw that Zhan Wuyang's flesh and blood were drying up.

Even his bones were being squeezed.

From the overall perspective, Zhan Wuyang's body seemed to be melting.

This melting gave people the feeling that he was being digested by the wild dog.

But Fang Qingyang and the others knew that Zhan Wuyang was not being digested, but rather activated some innate ability that they did not know about.