Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 143 Magic Weapon, Goodbye Wins Without Limits
Ying Wuya was hunted down by a demon cultivator at the half-step Gold Core Realm?

A light flickered in Zhang Li's eyes.

With the power of Buddha fruit relics added to Ying Wuya, he can fight even at the Golden Core Realm.

It's just that this Tang Sanji is the direct elite of the Green Devil Sect, and he is one of the strong leaders in the investigation of Mingwangzhou this time.

The Blue Demon Sect is the top powerful force in the Ten Thousand Demon State, among which there are at least three Earth Immortal Demon Cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm, and several mid-to-late Golden Core Realm powerhouses.

Tang Sanji is the inheritor of a certain demon cultivator in the fairyland, and he has a magical treasure of the spirit weapon level in his hand.

Zhang Li has the Yunze Eight Diagrams Mirror in his hand, and he understands how powerful this kind of treasure can be when stimulated.

A strong man at the half-step Golden Core level, with the help of the power of the spirit weapon, can directly fight against the strong man at the third level of the Golden Core level without losing.

Zhang Li saw from the memory of Peng Teng of the Wuyinmen who was devoured by the spirit of the weapon that Tang Sanji used that spiritual weapon to fight against a Daxiu of the third level of the golden core, and finally drew.

"I heard from Junior Brother Peng Teng that Ying Wuya seems to be so powerful that he almost didn't come back." Zhang Li whispered, with a hint of indifference in his words.

"This guy is powerful, but Tang Sanji is not alone, there is also the Raksha Taoist from the Sanming Demon Sect hidden behind."

A look of envy flashed across the face of the speaking demon.

Although Wuyinmen is valued by various sects in Wanmo State, in the end it is only a means to be driven.

Unlike the Green Demon Sect and the Sanming Demon Sect, because the strength of the two sides is equal, they have joined forces.

People from the Wuyin Sect have no chance of being looked at in front of these big sects.

The Raksha Taoist of the Sanming Demon Sect, and the veteran demon cultivator of the Golden Core Realm.

The Sanming Demon Sect is also a major sect of the Ten Thousand Demon State, and its strength is no less than that of the Green Demon Sect.

Also, without such strength, it is impossible to directly investigate Ming Wangzhou.

"So that's how it is..." Zhang Li whispered softly, then let go of these things, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Look, is there any broken bones here?"

The two demon cultivators stretched out their hands without any doubt.

At this moment, two streaks of blue-gray devilish energy suddenly locked their bodies, and then, a streak of blue-colored sword energy flashed away.

The two of them stared wide-eyed, their aura continued to decline, but they couldn't even make a sound.

Two Demon Cultivators, one at the Foundation Establishment Realm, and one at the Half-Step Foundation Establishment level, were directly killed by a single sword strike!

The power of the spirit clone is imprisoned, the magic weapon Yunze Bagua mirror is transformed into the sharpness of the sword, and there are martial arts powerhouses, sword repair methods, and close-up blows.

This momentary sword strike showed Zhang Li's exquisite skills and the power of a treasure.

No matter it is the treasure of body protection or the means of protecting the way, even on Yunlan Mountain, few people can have it.

Before he knew it, Zhang Li already had a fighting power that surpassed most of the elders in the Yunlan Taoist Sect.

The two demon cultivators were directly killed with a single sword, and the Qi Ling avatar turned into a thick fog and enveloped all three bodies.

When the dense fog cleared, there were only three magic weapons left in front of him, as well as some scattered spirit stones and elixir.

At this time, the body and soul of the three demonic practitioners' bodies and spirits had already been solidified.

If the weapon spirit avatar now returns to the main body of the Demon Swinging Clock and stimulates the power of the Demon Swinging Clock, it will be able to directly suppress all practitioners below the fifth level of Golden Core.

If it's just separated from the main body, the power of the weapon spirit is weak, and it can only suppress enemies around the fifth level of foundation establishment.

Of course, there is no life or death in the body of the weapon spirit, and it will quietly dissipate only when the devouring power in it is exhausted, otherwise, it can continue to fight.

The biggest method of the Demon Smash Bell Artifact is actually not fighting, but after continuously devouring it, the cultivation strength of suppression will become stronger and stronger.

If it can swallow the Golden Core Realm, it will have the strength of the Golden Core Realm, and if it swallows the Nascent Soul Realm, it will naturally suppress the Nascent Soul.

Or through continuous accumulation, eventually have enough strength.

That's how the Demon Swinging Clock accumulated its powerful power back then.

It's a pity that all the accumulation in Swinging the Devil's Clock was eventually taken away by Lord Mohuan.

However, if the accumulation of the spirits of the demon-swinging bells is not taken away, I am afraid that Zhang Li will not be able to subdue them.

Putting away the magic treasures and pills scattered in front of him, Zhang Li got up and left.

All the people from the Wuyinmen here have been killed, and it is meaningless to stay here.

Walking forward slowly, Zhang Li felt a slight shock in his heart.

It would not be difficult to defeat the demon cultivators of the Wuyinmen who were killed today, but it is impossible to kill them all.

With Wuyinmen's housekeeping skills, it's easy to abscond.

Now, with the help of his magic energy to swing the magic clock, he quietly killed these people from the Wuyinmen.

Moreover, devouring the demonic energy of these demon cultivators' souls can enhance the strength of the weapon spirit avatar, and slowly melt the memory in it.

Demonic means, as long as they are used properly, are also ways to protect the way.

Looking at the world in front of him, Zhang Li only felt clear in his heart.

Practice should not have too many fetters.

You must be firm in your heart.

After walking out of the cliff for a while, Heihu, who was resting not far away, hurriedly stood up and trotted over.

According to the directions given by the two Wuyinmen disciples, Zhang Li directed Heihu to run away.

In this fairy world, Zhang Li didn't dare to disperse his soul power to investigate the surrounding areas.

It is better for the opponent's strength to not be as good as your own in the soul detection. If the strength of the soul is stronger than yourself, not only can you directly remember your own soul breath, but you can also follow the imprint left quietly, and continue to chase and kill.

Most practitioners, in unfamiliar places, would not rashly use the power of their souls to investigate.

The black tiger moved forward and crossed a hill, and the sound of shouting and shaking came from ahead.

Standing on the hill, Zhang Li saw more than a dozen demons besieging and killing a shining golden figure.

There is no limit to winning.

At this time, Ying Wuya had already inspired the power of Buddha fruit relics, covered with Buddha's light, standing in the circle of people, with the power to collapse mountains with every punch.

Those demon cultivators didn't dare to approach at all, they could only keep harassing around.

Standing in the distance, Zhang Li could see clearly that Ying Wuya was three feet away, and there was a layer of hazy magic light.

This is Tang Sanji's magic weapon, which directly covered Ying Wuya's telepathy.

Ying Wuya has Buddha fruit relics on his body, and his physical strength is so strong that those demon cultivators around him dare not approach him.

But his soul power is much worse than his physical power.

At this time, it was obvious that he had been suppressed by the power of the magic weapon, and he couldn't sense the person in front of him at all.

Empty has power and can't hurt anyone.

On the contrary, those scattered demon cultivators shot from time to time, and a single blow aroused layers of golden light on Ying Wuya's body.

Without the protection of Buddha fruit relics, Ying Wuya might have already fallen.

"kill--"

Ying Wuya roared, and punched towards the empty space in front of him.

The shadow of the fist turned into a long dragon of golden light, surging in the space ten feet in front of him.

Ying Wuya is not stupid, he knows that he has been shrouded by the magic weapon, and the senses in front of him are all illusory, so the move is such a costly and powerful move.

Those demon cultivators did not dare to approach.

The battle situation was tense for a while.

But it is obvious that Ying Wuya's wear and tear cannot be sustained for a long time.

The aura on Zhang Li's body was restrained, and there was a faint trace of demonic energy exposed, which clearly looked like a person from the Wuyinmen.

Even if the demon cultivator over there sensed him, he didn't care.

People from the Wuyinmen had met them before, and then left.

In Moxiu's eyes, the people from the Wuyinmen were all cowards who dared not attack directly.

Of course, they are also useful. What the Moxiu Sect values ​​is the timidity and caution of the Wuyin Sect.

Standing on the hill, Zhang Li saw that among those demon cultivators who were besieging Ying Wuya, two of them were clearly cultivated.

One is a young man wearing a light black bust, holding a long knife in his hand, and bloody eyes in his eyes.

The other is a Taoist with white hair and a green robe, holding a long gray banner in his hand.

On the long banner in the Taoist's hand, there is a magic light gathering, condensing long claws, and grabbing towards Ying Wuya.

Every grab of the bloody long claws can stir up the golden light on Ying Wuya's body, causing him to retreat.

The demon cultivators around him are not afraid of besieging Ying Wuya, this kind of blood claw attack is the real powerful enemy that can shake his defense.

Obviously, if he was hit a few more times, Ying Wuya might not be able to handle it anymore.

The Sanming Demon Sect Jindan Great Cultivation Rakshasa Taoist.

Present today, there are two strong suppressors.

A Golden Core Realm, at least the Second Stage.

A half-step golden elixir, but inspired by magic means, will trap Ying Wuya.

The other magic cultivators are at least half-step foundation building.

This siege was clearly planned for a long time.

The magic cultivators gathered here are only slightly worse than the gathering of all the forces of Jingyue Temple.

No wonder these people dare to besiege and kill Ying Wuya without fear.

Even if the monks from Jingyue Temple knew about it, they would not dare to rush to rescue them.

"boom--"

The blood claw grabbed Ying Wuya's body with one blow, the golden light shook, and cracks appeared.

His face turned pale, and he staggered back.

Seizing this opportunity, the digital magicians shot together, the magic light and the weapon collided with Ying Wuya, knocking him several feet away.

The young man in black armor holding a long knife showed killing intent on his face, his footsteps were illusory, and he approached Ying Wuya quietly, with streaks of black flames on the long knife in his hand.

This is the elite of the Blue Devil Sect, Tang Sanji who is half a step to the Golden Core Realm.

"Brother Ying, I'm Zhang Li."

Ying Wuya, whose footsteps were scattered, trembled slightly, and looked around.

"You are now trapped in the magic weapon and cannot see me."

"Now listen to me."

Zhang Li's voice sounded again.

Soul transmission is not difficult.

But if you want to hide it from others, you need the power of the soul to be stronger than everyone else.

It just so happened that Zhang Li's spiritual cultivation was stronger than all the people here.

Ying Wuya glanced around, and nodded slightly.

"Seven feet away from the left, a demon cultivator with a half-step golden core is about to make a move."

"A foot away from the rear, the talisman in the hands of the foundation-building three-level demon cultivator has been activated."

……

Zhang Li's words kept coming.

Ying Wuya is the No. 1 martial arts in the ordinary world, and now he is the sixth level of the martial arts grand master.

He fought and killed countless times all his life.

Now with Zhang Li's guidance, he has his own decision in an instant.

"boom--"

He didn't seem to sense the flames of the magic fire behind him falling down. He was hit by the flames and staggered, falling forward.

The moment he fell down, the long knife on the left cut off his head.

It's now!

Ying Wuya, who had been thrown down, suddenly turned over.

He stretched out his right hand and punched the long knife, smashing the light of the knife directly.

His left hand grasped horizontally, grabbing the armor of the young man in black armor.

Martial arts have the advantages of martial arts.

After getting close, martial arts can be crushed.

Swordsmanship can be said to be invincible within three feet, and martial arts, one step in a radius is one's own world.

The black-armored young man didn't know why Ying Wuya was able to see through his fatal blow, and he was already pulled by his body before he could react.

"Bam—"

Ying Wuya punched down, hitting the young man's chest hard.

A cloud of blood hit the black armor, causing the black armor to shatter, and then crashed into the young man's chest, causing his whole body to tremble, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Daoist phantoms erupted from the young man, the surrounding light and shadow dissipated, the illusion was shattered, and turned into a long blue-gray umbrella, flying towards the top of the young man's head.

The long umbrella pierced straight into the young man's back, blood gushing out.

The magic weapon backfires!

This magic weapon was not refined by Tang Sanji, but driven by him.

At this time Tang Sanji was injured, and immediately turned back.

This scene moved Zhang Li's heart.

The weapon spirit avatar he currently controls is also extremely well-behaved.

But this doesn't mean that the magic clock in the future won't backfire.

It seems that it is still necessary to refine the entire Demon Swinging Clock to ensure that there will be no danger of backlash.

Ying Wuya slammed Tang Sanji, who was backlashed by the magic weapon, on the bluestone in front of him, then moved his body and rushed towards the other foundation-building demon cultivators who were besieging him.

With the help of the power of Buddha fruit relics, his combat power cannot be stopped at all by the Foundation Establishment Realm.

If it wasn't for the suppression by means of magic weapons, Tang Sanji and Taoist Luosha joined forces today, and they would not be afraid to win Wuya.

Now, with the magic weapon backlashing back, he naturally shot directly, killing all directions.

The Raksha Taoist standing not far away waved a long flag in his hand, and the bloody shadows grabbed it with his big hands.

But Ying Wuya of the sixth level of the martial arts great master borrowed the power of Buddha fruit relics, and his body was within ten feet, and no one could stop him, even the blood shadow couldn't catch up.

A magic cultivator was killed with a single punch.

In a head-to-head fight, even the Foundation Establishment Realm couldn't stop Ying Wuya's punch.

"boom--"

Raksha Taoist's long blood shadow claws collided with Ying Wuya's fist shadow, roaring and shaking, and the blood shadow dispersed.

There were corpses of demon cultivators scattered around, and Ying Wuya, with arrogance on his face, let out a long laugh and rushed towards Taoist Rakshasa.

Taoist Raksha lightly moved the long flag in his hand, and dozens of blood shadows rushed towards Ying Wuya.

This blood shadow has a palpitating magic light, and the light and shadow whizzed, arousing the wind.

Every blood shadow has the combat power of the Seventh Layer of Foundation Establishment!
With such means, practitioners who do not have the third level of the Golden Core Realm are not opponents at all.

Surrounded by this blood shadow, those below the third level of Jindan could only run away.

But there is no limit to winning and no escape.

He is not at the third level of the Golden Core Realm.

The Buddha fruit relics in his hand are gathered by the half-step Nascent Soul Realm Buddhist practice.

Ninth layer of Jindan, half-step Nascent Soul, with such strength, how could it be possible to be afraid of this blood shadow method?
What's more, the power of the Buddha fruit relic is the method of extremely restraining the way of magic.

With a loud shout, he rushed out, smashing the blood shadow in front of him with one punch.

One step at a time, one blow at a time.

By the time Raksha Taoist was in front of him, all the blood shadows had collapsed.

"It's just brute force." Taoist Raksha sneered, and all the scattered blood shadows gathered and condensed into a blood cocoon, which wrapped Ying Wuya.

Although the long banner in his hand is not a magical treasure of the spirit weapon level, it is also a peak magic weapon.

He had also seen that Ying Wuya's physical body was tyrannical and his soul was not enough. At this time, the blood cocoon that besieged Ying Wuya was the combination of soul and demon energy.

Wrapped in it, Ying Wuya was really lost and stood still.

Taoist Raksha sneered, walked a few steps quickly, and came to Tang Sanji.

"Master Tang, are you alright?"

At this time, the long umbrella stuck behind Tang Sanji's back was covered with blood.

The blood-colored shadow circulated, baring its teeth and claws, dyeing the blue-gray long umbrella into blood.

"Help me suppress the power of the Magic Sky Umbrella."

Tang Sanji gritted his teeth and let out a low growl.

With a chuckle on his face, Taoist Raksha stretched out his hand to grab the umbrella, and then pressed it with his palm.

"Pfft-"

The long umbrella directly penetrated Tang Sanji's body!
Tang Sanji's eyes widened, blood gushed out of his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

"Mr. Tang, wouldn't it be a pleasure to help me refine this magic treasure with your energy, blood and devilish energy?"

Raksha Taoist, holding the long umbrella, let it continue to turbulent, drawing blood, blood and demonic energy from Tang Sanji's body.

"After taking the relic from that guy, I can become a big boss when I go back to the Sanming Demon Sect."

"Everyone present today is dead, who else knows that I am a Rakshasa—"

His words stopped.

At some point, a figure in a black robe walked up to him.

Wuyinmen, Taoist Qiyang.

Luo Sha held a long umbrella in his hand, and his expression changed.

"Cough cough, don't worry, senior Luosha." Zhang Li, who turned into Taoist Qi Yang, walked forward slowly, with a smile on his face.

"I will never tell anyone that Tang Sanji was killed by you."

(End of this chapter)