By the stove, the old beggar stared at Jun Changzai, his body trembling slightly.
Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead and dripped down his cheeks to the ground.
The Tianhe water behind him was transformed from his soul power. The Tianhe water was constantly decreasing, which meant that his soul power was constantly decreasing.
"hateful!"
The old beggar reluctantly stopped the impact of the Tianhe water and took his soul power back into his body.
Judging from the current attack method and effect, his attack cannot hurt Jun Changzai at all.
If he continued to attack like this, Jun Changzai would be fine, but he would die.
"Old beggar, you're dying so soon?"
Jun Chang licked his lips with satisfaction and took the Taotie martial spirit back into his body.
The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art can devour a warrior's original spiritual energy for transformation, but it cannot devour a warrior's soul power for transformation.
Otherwise, the soul power he just devoured would be enough to increase his soul power by one tenth.
"you......"
The old beggar gritted his teeth and inserted the bamboo into the ground with a "click".
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"
hold head high!!!
The golden dragon soared into the sky, its domineering and majestic eyes fixed firmly on Jun Changzai.
Looking at the golden dragon martial spirit summoned by the old beggar, Jun Chang was stunned for a moment and sighed: "I have to say, this is a coincidence!"
hiss!!!
The strange snake hissed, and a six-winged, three-eyed, six-legged dragon-swallowing python appeared on Jun Changzai's shoulder.
After devouring the Fire Dragon Martial Spirit of the Flame Dragon City Lord last time, Jun Changzai's Dragon-Swallowing Python evolved a third pair of wings.
hold head high!!!
The dragon-swallowing python appeared, and the golden dragon behind the old beggar suddenly let out an angry dragon roar.
"What's going on?"
The old beggar stared at the strange snake on Jun Changzai's shoulder, a solemn look on his face.
He could feel that the moment the strange snake appeared, his divine dragon martial spirit actually showed an emotion called anger.
The soul of martial arts also has emotions?
The old beggar was a little confused, but he didn't delve into it.
The dragon's tail is wagging!!!
The golden dragon swung its giant tail, and its fierce power immediately stirred up gusts of wind that spread in all directions.
At this point, he no longer cares about hurting innocent people.
He had one arm cut off by Jun Changzai, ending his path to becoming an emperor.
What he wanted to do most now was either to kill Jun Changzai or die at Jun Changzai's hands. There was no third way.
hiss!!!
The strange snake hissed, and three golden daggers flew out from its brows, hovering in front of Jun Changzai.
Immediately afterwards, its body quickly became ethereal and merged into Jun Changzai's body.
The old beggar wants to risk his life, but Jun Changzai doesn't want to.
Moreover, given the old beggar's current condition, Jun Changzai felt that even if he only used his martial spirit possession, it would be enough to defeat the old beggar.
"I ask you about your swordsmanship!"
Wenjun's sword technique was used, and three golden daggers moved in an instant, attacking the huge tail of the golden dragon.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Three golden daggers hit the giant tail, and the powerful force instantly bounced the three daggers back.
However, after the collision of the three daggers, the attack speed of the golden dragon's giant tail suddenly slowed down a lot.
"Ask you to relieve your sorrow!"
The surging sword intent enveloped Jun Changzai, and the Wenjun Sword stabbed towards the giant tail at an extremely fast speed.
puff!
The Wenjun Sword pierced the giant tail, and the surging sword intent and soul power immediately broke through the giant tail's defense and began to rage wildly at the giant tail.
"hold head high!"
The golden dragon roared, and its huge tail smashed down.
boom!!!
Dust and smoke filled the air, and gravel flew everywhere.
The golden dragon's tail smashed down, creating a deep crack in the lapis lazuli square.
Deep in the crack, a strange blood-colored mist was slowly wriggling, like a swarm of insects.
However, only Emperor Jiu and Ice Emperor noticed this strange scene.
Everyone in the square focused their attention on Jun Changzai and the old beggar.
“Ahem!”
When the dust cleared, Jun Changzai was sitting on the ground with a smile on his face, holding the Wenjun Sword.
There was a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
Opposite him, the old beggar sat on the ground, staring blankly ahead.
"Old beggar, I win!"
Jun Changzai stood up and warmed up his shaken internal organs, then walked towards the old beggar with his sword in hand.
The battle was won, and it was time for him to enjoy his spoils.
bite!
Jun Changzai swung his sword to cut off the incoming sword energy and turned to look at the owner of the sword energy.
"Let him be merciful when you can. The old beggar is gone. Are you going to spare even his body?"
Wu Qingcheng's expression was calm, but Jun Changzai could hear deep anger in his tone.
"I just want to confirm that I'm not as bad as you think."
Jun Changzai glanced at Wu Qingcheng with a cold look and frowned slightly.
Logically speaking, the strength of his attack just now should not be enough to kill the old beggar.
After all, he wanted to use the Dragon-Swallowing Python to devour the old beggar's golden dragon martial spirit, so how could he possibly kill him?
"That's better."
Wu Qingcheng glared at Jun Changzai coldly, then leaped to the old beggar's body.
Taking out an empty storage ring from his arms, Wu Qingcheng put the old beggar's body into the storage ring and prepared to find a suitable place to bury it.
What Wu Qingcheng didn't notice was that just as he put the old beggar's body into the storage ring, a wisp of blood-red mist rushed out from the old beggar's body and drilled into the ground.
"It's terrible. This Holy Soldiers Conference is simply terrible."
Yin Zhenghao looked at Jun Changzai who was standing by the stove, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.
The danger level of this Holy Soldiers Conference was beyond his imagination.
When the Holy Soldier was first born, he tried to get close to the fire.
However, before he got within a hundred meters of the furnace, he was stopped by other warriors in his group.
At first, he was a little annoyed.
But now, he was very grateful to the warrior who intercepted him.
Because if it weren't for that warrior, he would most likely have died in the furnace.
After all, only a quarter of an hour had passed since the stove appeared.
In just two quarters of an hour, two warriors at the peak of the Venerable Realm died beside the furnace.
The holy soldiers are not something that small fry like them can snatch away!
Yin Zhenghao carefully avoided the eyes of others and quietly returned the way he came.
He is ready to leave.
Whoever wants to snatch this holy soldier can do so. Anyway, he has no intention of accompanying me.
Buzz!!!
Just as Yin Zhenghao touched the edge of the square, a blood-red barrier rose into the sky, stopping him from stepping out of the square.
As the blood-red barrier rose into the sky, the blood-red mist hidden deep underground in the square suddenly began to wriggle upwards and appeared in everyone's sight.
Blood sacrifice formation, activated!
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