The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Chapter 109 Entering the Game (7) In this dense and suffocating darkness, the old demon Zhu Changsheng rushed towards Yan Weilou with a monstrous ferocity.

Zhu Feng turned into a roaring dragon.

As great masters of the Dao, the martial arts skills of the two had long surpassed the ordinary level and entered a realm that ordinary people could hardly understand.

As they collided with each other, amazing martial arts images emerged.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Three whistling wind sounds were heard, and it was like a thunderbolt. Yan Weilou's Dao spirit rose, and his figure leaped into the air without knowing when, and in an instant, three sharp finger winds were ejected.

The first finger was magnificent, like the rising sun.

Wherever the brilliant golden light passed, thousands of ghosts wailed, and the mighty Zhu Feng melted like ice and snow.

Zhu Changsheng took several steps back, snorted coldly, and stretched out his skinny claws from his robe sleeves. Together with the corpse, he attacked Yan Weilou from the left and right.

A phantom and hideous ghost shadow vaguely rose from his body and roared with the palm wind.

A gloomy, evil, and extremely bloody Taoist meaning permeated the surroundings. Those who were not strong in mind would feel that there were many illusions in front of them, as if they were falling into hell.

Yan Weilou's eyes were clear and he flicked out the second finger.

This finger was cold and dead, like the falling moon.

The bright golden light turned into a pale moonlight in an instant, with an unprecedented sense of emptiness and coldness, colliding with the cold breath around Zhu Changsheng.

It was like ice and snow suddenly falling on the earth. The hideous and roaring ghost shadow only lasted for three breaths, and then it seemed to be frozen by frost and snow, solidified inch by inch, and then turned into ashes in the next collision.

Once Yan Weilou gained the upper hand, he pursued without hesitation, with an extremely domineering attitude.

Suddenly, the pale moonlight filled every corner of the hall.

Crack - the body of the natal corpse, which was golden and seemed to be cast in copper and iron, cracked on the surface unconsciously. Zhu Changsheng, who was protected by him and retreated in time, was only slightly injured, but his face was extremely gloomy.

As a former half-step celestial being, even if his realm fell, he did not take this eldest disciple who was probably lucky to enter the Tao to heart.

He was more concerned about the two elders who had not made a move for some reason, and was worried that the two would take advantage of their fight and suddenly attack him, catching him off guard.

But now the fact is that the two elders who entered the Tao did not move, and only "Jiang Xuan" had the upper hand, and he was defeated in a short time.

This was really unacceptable to Zhu Changsheng.

He suddenly mobilized all his true energy and used the strongest forbidden technique in the sect's sacred text that could damage his foundation. Suddenly, veins bulged like earthworms on Zhu Changsheng's skinny and shrunken body, and hot blood boiled in it.

Swish - the next moment, a puff of blood mist burst out from his body, and his speed increased a lot. The corpse next to him was bathed in blood, and the cracks on his body were restored in an instant. The golden halo flowed on the surface of his body, and it seemed to become three times harder.

The black mist rose, covering the man and the corpse. Only a painful roar was heard from Zhu Changsheng in the black mist, and then a monster that was neither human nor ghost jumped out of the black mist and rushed towards Yan Weilou.

At this time, Zhu Changsheng had changed a lot.

His skinny and shrunken body became stronger than ever, with muscles bulging, like a Buddha statue cast in a temple.

In addition to the original arms and hands, there were two more arms and hands like corpses.

He unexpectedly sewed the body of the corpse leader to himself temporarily in an incredible way.

This also made his aura extremely strange and cold, and his pupils turned blue-white.

"The Art of Solving the Demonic Corpse!" Someone exclaimed.

This is a secret technique recorded in the "Heavenly Corpse Demonic Solution" of the three sacred scriptures of the Zukui Sect. It is said that it can only be performed once. After using it, not only will the foundation of the practitioner be damaged, but the original corpse leader will also be scrapped.

Whether it is "Zukui Sect" or "Corpse Leader", it should be named after the "puppet" of "puppet", but the old man Xuanzu named it after the "Kui" of "Kui Shou", which highlights his arrogance.

It's just because he thought that the method of refining and controlling corpses he created had long been separated from the general puppet technique and promoted to the skill of the great way.

For example, the "Heavenly Corpse Demonic Solution" is an evil method that can directly allow the practitioner and the corpse leader to complement each other's flesh and blood. Obviously, it can no longer be explained by puppetry.

The monster that was neither human nor ghost pounced from mid-air, its legs whistling like whips, and the whistling wind gathered around him. It seemed that there was an illusory Shura ghost between heaven and earth.

The ghost screamed, and suddenly, everyone around was attacked indiscriminately by the soul.

Except for the two elders who had just entered the Dao realm, everyone else covered their ears, and their bodies fell to the ground weakly, bleeding from their seven orifices.

At this time, there was a strong momentum around Zhu Changsheng, like an angry beast, and his claws rudely tore apart a disciple who blocked the road, carrying a frightening demonic power, and went towards Yan Weilou.

Yan Weilou had already pointed out the third finger.

This finger was pointed out, ordinary and silent.

It seemed that nothing happened.

But in the next moment, it seemed that an endless wave suddenly rose in the extreme silence, accompanied by a roar, and it seemed that two illusory suns and moons were born from his fingertips, and then collided with each other.

Astonishing light and heat suddenly broke out from the silent darkness a moment ago.

At this moment, everyone lost their voices and eyes, as if they were exiled to nothingness, and even lost their perception of the passage of time.

When they finally felt the light in their bleeding eyes and heard the sound again in their painful eardrums, they saw that the originally magnificent hall had long ceased to exist, and the faint sunlight shone through the thick shade of the forest of corpses and shone on the broken ruins around them.

"Cough cough cough!" A light cough sounded on the side, and then they saw a figure slowly standing up from the ruins, revealing a handsome face that seemed very familiar to them in the past, but now seemed too strange.

There were many traces of battle on the young man's black robe, and his pale face was as cold as ice, and his black hair was completely spread out, mixed with a few silver-white.

He looked messy, but just standing here quietly made many people subconsciously hold their breath.

Yan Weilou ignored the gazes from all directions, but slowly brushed off the dust on his clothes, and kicked the charred, half-dead monster next to him a little further away.

He glanced around, but found that Zu Wubing had fallen in the ruins wearing the sect master's robe.

He didn't know whether he was attacked by an enemy or was affected by the aftermath of the previous battle.

"Fellow sect members, elders!" A loud shout suddenly came from the crowd, and the people who were still dizzy and unconscious were suddenly awakened, and they all subconsciously looked at the man.

"Everyone has seen that we in the magic way respect strength.

The eldest brother is extremely powerful, has a great demeanor, and has always been gentle and easy-going, and treats people kindly.

He is really the best choice for the new sect master.

" Situ Yuan, who was dressed in a red robe, got up from the ground at some point and bowed deeply to Yan Weilou, his voice sounded sincere to the extreme.

"I, Situ Yuan, am willing to sacrifice my life for you!" Everyone was almost convinced by his shameless words.

What gentle and easy-going, kind to others, it was just a lie! However, looking at this guy's eyes that are still bleeding, it seems that he is really going blind? Although they may criticize in their hearts, these people are not stupid enough to sing the opposite tune in public.

Especially Wan Qiu, he was about to stand out just now, but he was too injured and was half a beat slower. Who knew that Situ Yuan would take the lead and directly dilute the credit he originally planned!