"What a scary demon!!"

Looking at the calm and composed Xuelang, all the powerful men from the Holy Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty present had ugly expressions on their faces.

It is unknown how much danger an ordinary practitioner would have to bear if he wanted to survive this kind of thunder tribulation from a saint. If he is not careful, he would die.

On the other hand, this devil didn't feel any pressure at all when the thunder struck him just now. His relaxed posture made people feel despair.

"Although this method is unique, it is still not enough to deal with this demon."

Some people shook their heads and sighed.

"This demon is at the Saint King level after all. It's still far from enough to use Saint level tools to deal with it."

The reason why the holy realm thunder tribulation is so terrifying is because it targets those who have just entered the holy realm.

The power of this demon is obvious to all. Although it was unexpected that the lightning struck the demon, it was just an accident and could not change anything.

Every glance was directed towards that figure.

Right now, I don’t know what other tricks the other party can come up with.

At the same time, some strong men came up with other plans in their minds.

Right now, there is only a confrontation between the two sides. All other monsters have withdrawn. For them, this is an opportunity to withdraw.

However, Xuelang seemed to have sensed these people's plans.

As soon as he raised his hand, a sea of ​​blood suddenly spread out.

Brush, brush, brush.

At the end of the sea of ​​blood, blood waves suddenly rushed up into the sky and turned into blood curtains. The power flowed and turned into a barrier, blocking the way out.

After doing all this, Xuelang glanced at the powerful men of the Great Zhou Dynasty:

"You humans love to create heroes who save the world. Now, just watch carefully."

"If he wins, you live; if he loses, you die first."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's expression changed immediately.

This devil's actions are really...

No, you can play if you want, but betting with our lives is simply too much!

While everyone was thinking about this, another bolt of lightning fell from the sky.

The thunder was so powerful that it was like a huge tree that could be hugged by dozens of people.

It fell with a loud bang, causing countless people to choke and find it difficult to breathe.

Zhou Mu stared at the lightning with his eyes fixed.

When he entered the Saint Realm, the last thunderbolt had not reached this level.

brush!

Xuelang jumped up again, blood swirling around him, and suddenly punched towards Jie Lei.

Boom!

The loud bang sounded again, and the fist made of blood exploded after holding on for a moment.

The power of the thunder was also dissipated by half in the process, and when it fell on Xuelang, it did not cause him to fall.

"nice."

Xuelang nodded slightly and commented:

"I'm a bit excited."

Then, he looked at Lu Changzhi again:

"Why, you can't take it out?"

"Isn't that all you want?"

After the voice fell, Lu Changzhi shook his head slightly and said:

"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be happy!"

This blood thorn is really a bit jumpy.

He had just been self-destructed, but after such a short while, he started to show off again.

There are only two thunder strikes in this tribulation, but it will not end here.

Of course, Xuelang doesn't care about it at the moment, but he won't be like that. He still has to achieve his goal as soon as possible.

It just so happens that Xuelang has this request, so I will be the person who responds to every request.

brush.

A flash of light.

The Jian Dao pen was taken into Lu Changzhi's hand.

Countless eyes looked at it, trying to see what grade of artifact it was.

Without waiting for them to make any decision, Lu Changzhi raised his hand with a pen in hand.

Under countless gazes.

A golden light appeared at the tip of the brush.

A vast and extraordinary aura appeared along with the golden light, and then gradually expanded, turning into a golden circle, remaining in the void.

Countless people were shocked and stared at the golden circle with incredible expressions on their faces:

"What kind of trick is this!"

"This aura... isn't he just entering the Saint realm?!"

Someone couldn't help but speak out.

Such a powerful and astonishing method was performed so easily. This posture itself can reveal so much.

"Eh?"

There was a void above, and Liang Si uttered:

"This should be the Holy King's Law. How can it be used so easily?"

"Naga and this pen are not simple either."

........

"Sure enough, he has some tricks up his sleeve!"

Feeling the aura emanating from the golden circle, Xuelang's voice turned cold.

At that moment, his hands suddenly clasped together.

Blood surged and immediately condensed into a shocking giant blood blade, which chopped off the Saint King Prisoner of Heaven, or to be more precise, Lu Changzhi as well.

"go."

Lu Changzhi raised his hand and waved.

brush.

The golden circle suddenly flew out, facing the giant blade, spreading out against the wind, and colliding with the blood-red long blade.

The next moment, there was no horrible noise as everyone expected.

However, the huge blood blade was seen to be covered by a golden circle, and turned into a specimen, imprisoned inside. There was a game of power inside, but it did not explode.

At this time, someone noticed.

In the blink of an eye, the figure drew another circle.

"So fast?"

The group of people just felt a little confused.

Zhou Mu was even more shocked.

If it were him, he would have the ability to use the golden circle. Not to mention that the Holy Dynasty did not have it, even if it did, he felt that it would take him enough time to activate it, and he could only condense one at most.

But now, this casual painting has actually...

"go."

Lu Changzhi raised his hand and waved it, and the second circle went straight towards the blood vine.

"Boy, what kind of monster are you!"

Faced with this, Xuelang was obviously a little shocked.

How could this kind of aura be used so quickly?

Lu Changzhi said nothing.

The one who answered Xuelang raised his hand and drew another golden circle.

"......."

The vast void suddenly became silent.

This time, not only Xuelang, but everyone else couldn't help but have some thoughts in their minds.

What kind of terrifying existence is this!

Lu Zhangzhi was much calmer. He sensed the state of the spiritual power in his lower body and thought to himself:

"It seems that at my current level, I can only draw three lines at most in one breath."

Having entered the Saint realm, coupled with the influence of the power of blood, the spiritual power gathered in his dantian is now terrifying.

But even so, it is not possible to paint a large area in one breath.

With a thought, a jade bottle appeared in Lu Changzhi's hand. He raised his hand and took a few big gulps of the original spiritual liquid.

Brush.

At the same time, two golden circles flew towards Xuelang one after the other. Although Xuelang tried to dodge or block them, they still fell on his hands respectively.

Suddenly, everyone felt it clearly.

The demon's aura suddenly dropped.

"Good things come in pairs. Come on, try this one again."

As the sound rang out, the Jian Dao pen in Lu Changzhi's hand disappeared, and was replaced by the Buddhist magic rope.

At the same time, a strong Buddha light suddenly emerged from under the cloak.