Chapter 241 The terrifying demon dragon and the cruel methods of the demon god

The Blood-Pattern Ancestor stared at Lu Wenwu who was in the battle formation, feeling indescribable in his heart.

Hate?

anger?

Murderous intent?

fear?

Maybe a little of everything, maybe not too much of anything.

In fact, the Blood Pattern Ancestor didn't really know why he had such a strong murderous intention towards Lu Wenwu, a demon from outside the domain.

Just like he didn't know where the Jiaren people's innate hatred for monsters came from.

It seems that this is an innate disgust, an extreme desire to destroy all other creatures except the Armored People.

The last time I heard about the arrival of demons from outside the domain, that demon race seemed to be called Sky Fire?

Oh.

However, the Skyfire Demon God must not be as powerful as the man in front of him who calls himself Tyrannosaurus.

From the known history of the Jiaren race to the present day, this is the first time that an alien demon has broken the limitations of cultivation and reached the realm of a demon god.

In the eyes of the Blood Pattern Ancestor, Lu Wenwu was still the same as before.

With a chilling smile of excitement on his face, as if he had witnessed something great, he swung his fist towards the thousands of sword lights that shot out.

Each of those sword lights, which were powerful enough to pierce through the body of a Nascent Soul cultivator, seemed as fragile as a dead branch in front of the other party.

Whether it was the sword light itself, the sword energy wrapped around the sword light, or the various sword intents contained in the sword light, they would only ruthlessly shatter when they hit him.

It was like a spear carved from marble piercing a solid tower shield, shattering cleanly and neatly, and was completely unable to achieve the desired lethality!

What made the Blood Pattern Ancestor feel anxious and angry was that Lu Wenwu only made one move from beginning to end.

Swing your fist!

Swing your fist!

Punch again!

Smash everything in front of you!

After a long period of unsuccessful attack, the Blood Pattern Ancestor's expression gradually became ferocious.

When it comes to the accumulation of spiritual power, I admit that the demons from outside the domain have a unique advantage.

Our world is small and spiritual energy is not abundant. Those who can break the mirror are all outstanding people. They can only use their weakest foundation to reach the highest possible realm.

But we form a large formation, share spiritual power, and will never lose to your accumulation!

As for my spiritual consciousness, I have been unable to improve my cultivation, so I work on it day and night just to make my spiritual consciousness more solid and powerful.

When it comes to magical weapons, our Jiaren race has a unique advantage. We are natural masters of weapon refining and have specialized in this art for tens of thousands of years!

When it comes to formations, we, the Jia people, are united as one. The connection of blood and spiritual power allows us to maximize the advantage of unity, making us stronger than you if we fight alone.

In terms of fighting will and fighting thinking, our Jiaren race is a natural fighting race. We are engaged in an endless life-and-death battle with monsters every day. We possess the fighting essence and killing talent that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

We, the Jia people, are born to fight and kill. How could we be inferior to you, a demon from outside the domain who only knows how to strengthen your body and inherit magic through your bloodline!

"I, Jia Wulie, will lead you today to become the first Jiaren cultivator to slay a Divine Transformation Stage extraterritorial demon with a sword!"

The Blood Pattern Ancestor shouted loudly, and the second magic weapon of his life flew out from his dantian.

A flying sword shining with blue and white color.

The flying sword was wrapped in blazing flames. After it flew out of the Dantian, it grew in the wind and instantly turned into a super giant sword dozens of feet long.

The hundreds of flying swords that formed the sword formation seemed to have found their backbone. They quickly dispersed the sword formation as if following the military leader, and transformed into bird-like shapes, circling and dancing around the blue-white giant sword.

Hundreds of flying swords burst out with crisp sword sounds at the same time, and sword energy penetrated between heaven and earth!

"Gentlemen, witness this day!"

"Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword!"

The old face of the Blood Vein Ancestor, which was filled with overwhelming fighting spirit, was reflected in the battle shadow. This was also the first time that Lu Wenwu saw the other person's face clearly.

The next moment, countless blood-colored threads suddenly appeared on the entire battle shadow and the blue-white giant sword.

These silk threads condensed into shape at a rapid speed, forming magnificent blood patterns.

One of the Blood Pattern Ancestor's signature skills - the Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword.

The wind comes from the dragon, and the clouds come from the tiger.

The shadows of dragons and tigers stained with a faint blood color slowly took shape in the air. Strong winds blew around them, and the clouds and mist turned into tornadoes.

The Blood Pattern Ancestor spent almost the entire second half of his life perfecting this move.

In his estimation, one would need to be at least in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and his spiritual power reserves would be at least ten times more than what he has now, in order to perfectly control this move.

However, even though it has not reached the peak he expected, he does not think that Lu Wenwu can take it.

Why would a monster that only knows how to refine its body do that?

Why should the sword skills I have honed over thousands of years be defeated by your physical body?

On the Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword, the blood-colored lines suddenly lit up.

That wind-attributed sword intent, pure to the extreme, carried the murderous intent and anger of countless Jiaren cultivators, and was integrated into the blood and bones of the Blood Pattern Ancestor.

"cut!"

The battle shadow transformed by the Blood Pattern Ancestor put his hands together, and his right hand suddenly turned into a sword finger and thrust forward.

The Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword immediately turned into a stream of light and shot out at an incredible speed.

That was an extremely fast speed, truly lightning fast.

The wind howled violently and blood clouds gathered.

This flying sword, which was almost entirely condensed from sword intent, crossed several thousand meters in an instant and collided fiercely with Lu Wenwu's fist.

At that moment, the whole world was silent.

The speed of the attacks between the two sides was already countless times faster than the speed of sound, and the same was true of the aftermath of the collision.

The Tyrant Fist released light and heat like the sun, and smashed out with Lu Wenwu's indestructible will and extremely strong body. It stalemated with the Blood Pattern Ancestor's Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword for a moment, and then the large light patterns and impact were released without reservation.

"boom!"

A violent sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Even the distant Zhennan City walls were shaking under the aftermath of this attack. Large chunks of bricks and stones that were almost indestructible due to the blessing of the formation collapsed and fell.

The earth looked like it had been plowed. There was not a single speck of green to be seen within a radius of more than ten miles, not even a blade of grass!

Under the shattering sword intent, not only the plants, but even a layer of the soil was scraped off!

The ultra-flat open space created by the impact was crisscrossed with sword marks, and the aura emitted from it alone was enough to seriously injure or even kill low-level practitioners.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword, which condensed the life's blood of the Blood Pattern Ancestor, was smashed to pieces by Lu Wenwu's punch, and returned to its original three-foot blue-white body, with a faint crack appearing on it.

Among the flying swords that were spiraling around him, nearly half were smashed into scrap metal by Lu Wenwu's punch just now, and many cultivators who were connected to his mind spurted blood.

Because his life magic weapon was broken, he lost his fighting ability and was forced to withdraw from the battle.

Even the remaining flying swords were rarely intact. Most of them had melted into different colors due to the scorching heat, and the complexions of their owners did not look very healthy.

Even a tiny crack appeared on the Blood Vein Ancestor's natal flying sword.

That was knocked out by Lu Wenwu's punch.

It is difficult to comment on using a dexterous weapon like a sword to confront a strong man like Lu Wenwu who focuses on frontal attacks.

Perhaps it was out of self-confidence, or perhaps out of contempt for Lu Wenwu's physical strength.

Who knows?

"That's impossible!"

The Blood Pattern Ancestor roared like a madman, bit his tongue and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

This mouthful of blood dispersed instantly after being spurted out and directly merged into the blood patterns of the life armor.

In an instant, the blood patterns on his body began to twist, wriggle, and expand as if they had life.

In less than half a breath, the original golden armor of the Blood Pattern Ancestor had completely turned blood-red, and the entire battle shadow was as bright red as blood, almost flowing out hot and sticky plasma.

Refined with his own blood and essence, and fueled by the wind, the blue-white flying sword, which had recovered its original form, was even more dangerous than before.

The flying sword turned in the air, and the blue and white colors suddenly increased, and it pierced Lu Wenwu's head again like a spiral.

"Sure enough, even now, I still want to have a flying sword of my own."

Lu Wenwu looked at the sharp magic weapon that was stabbing at him, muttering to himself, with a strong look of envy in his eyes.

The flying sword was still as fast as lightning. It had turned around in a flash and was approaching him rapidly.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Lu Wenwu's body suddenly surged, and an evil aura that seemed to be able to distort anyone's mind continued to spread out.

Accompanied by a two-colored flame that was completely different from the previous one rising and burning.

Wherever the flames passed, pieces of black and purple dragon scales continued to condense, and the edges were outlined with a circle of gorgeous golden edges by the glorious battle pattern.

"This is... Really handsome."

The ferocious spiral dragon horns released pale green evil flames, and the surging demonic energy and the terrifying evil spirit like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood spread out together, covering the originally clear blue sky into a dark black.

Lu Wenwu·Dragon Form!

Raise your hand.

Accumulate power.

One punch!

It was the same military killing fist that he had used when they first met.

But this time, the seemingly ordinary military killing fist seemed to be completely liberated, and its power was increased many times more than before!

This is the level of direct evolution from normal attack to ultimate move!

When Lu Wenwu activated both the true dragon combat body and the demon dragon state of the abyss at the same time, everything about him seemed to be completely liberated.

Even if he were thrown directly into the endless abyss, no demon would dare to say that he was a human being.

This is even more devilish than the devil!

This is an abyss dragon in human skin!

The collision of fist and sword.

The scene was so familiar, but the result was completely different.

The blue-white flying sword that came at it with great force began to break into pieces from the tip of the sword, and was completely shattered by the military killing fist like a dead tree or rotten wood.

When the power of Lu Wenwu's punch finally reached its peak, the last piece of the bluish-white flying sword finally shattered completely, falling to the ground like a pile of broken ice, burning with flames.

Blood suddenly spurted out of the Blood Pattern Ancestor's mouth, and the momentum that seemed to be about to kill Lu Wenwu with one sword suddenly stopped.

Even the previously powerful and arrogant war shadow was broken in an instant and completely disintegrated and disappeared.

The punch Lu Wenwu just threw not only completely destroyed all the life-saving magic weapons released by the Jiaren cultivators, but also completely drained the little spiritual power left in the bodies of these Yuanying and Jindan cultivators!

Their accumulated spiritual power is far weaker than that of cultivators of the same level.

Now encountering a monster like Lu Wenwu who has unlimited endurance is like a mouse seeing a cat.

In addition, the continuous outburst of the pure dragon power that conquered the world almost completely destroyed their fighting spirit.

The fighting spirit in the eyes of the Jiaren cultivators was rapidly fading.

Instead, there is fear.

Extreme fear.

It’s like seeing some kind of natural enemy!

Fear had completely taken over their minds, leaving no room for anything else.

Even the Jiaren cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage trembled like little chickens in front of Lu Wenwu, their legs so weak that they couldn't even stand up!

The Blood-Marked Ancestor's eyes were bloodshot, and a faint blood mist hung on his light golden armor.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Lu Wenwu was filled with intense disbelief.

Could this be the other party's true strength?

A genuine demon god in the late stage of transformation! ?

This blood evil energy that has almost condensed into substance, this pale green power that is so strong that it can distort the minds of low-level cultivators, and the fear that has never been felt before but is deeply buried in the blood

This is the real dragon that was once mentioned in the historical records of the Jia people!

The natural ruling race among the huge and diverse group of monsters, the uncrowned king of the entire monster race!

Is this the power of a true dragon?

If the Blood-Pattern Ancestor was frightened and the Jiaren cultivators were horrified, then the Canglang, Wolf King Xiaoqing, and Tiger King Xiaohong, who had surrendered long ago, were ecstatic at this moment.

It was a kind of ecstasy that almost made one dizzy with joy.

The two brothers hugged each other, crying and laughing, and kept making inhuman howls of excitement.

I unexpectedly won the first prize!

This is the pure bloodline of a true dragon, this is the demon god of the true dragon clan!

A peerless demon in the late stage of transformation!

In the world of cultivating immortals, this was a peak demon god who was almost certainly destined to ascend to heaven. Even the human race's true gods did not dare to offend him easily.

Legend has it that the true dragon clan all lives in the Dragon Palace in the deep sea, rarely going out and rarely moving around in the outside world.

Most of the dragons active in the world of immortal cultivation are dragons transformed from fish or snakes.

The bloodline purified by atavism is mixed and not pure, nor does it have the incredible strength of the True Dragon Clan.

Under normal circumstances, where would you have the chance to hang out with such a strong person?

There is no trace of a real dragon at all!

The thigh that I had clung to without hesitation, abandoning my dignity and hatred, is too thick!

As for the revenge for Brother Wang?

In the face of the opportunity to ascend, everything is nothing but clouds.

Who is the Qingmu Demon King?

Really unfamiliar.

As a group of monsters that appear in a multi-racial alliance, whoever has the bigger fist has always been the boss.

It's just a way of getting together for warmth.

In the monster worldview, this practice is not shameful.

Not to mention monsters, even among ordinary wild beasts, the old lion king and wolf king were defeated by young and strong beasts. They either died on the spot or were expelled from the group and left to fend for themselves with their injured and sick bodies.

The rest of the population will quickly change their flags and support the new king.

The strong prey on the weak, the winner takes all, whoever has the bigger fist is right, and whoever can beat the strongest is the boss.

This is the law followed by monsters.

(End of this chapter)