Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1533 Conquering the Weapon Spirit and Willing to Bet and Accept Loss
  The demon wolf casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Zhang Yan again. His green eyes were glowing, staring straight at Zhang Yan and spitting out one word, "Fight!"

After saying that, he raised his giant ax and charged forward at extremely fast speed. At the same time, several ice cones appeared around him and attacked Zhang Yan together.

Zhang Yan threw the spiritual ball in his hand and then hid to the right. The ice cones gathered into a ball and collided with the spiritual power ball, exploding and resisting part of the damage from the spiritual power ball. But the concentrated spiritual power ball that gathered Zhang Yan's pure spiritual power was extremely powerful even in the aftermath. The demon wolf changed direction and chased Zhang Yan, but was still injured in the right leg.

The exploded ice cubes flew everywhere, Zhang Yan dodged them again and again while condensing the spiritual power ball in his hand. The small round bead contains extremely pure spiritual power, and the power of oppression is huge. Zhang Yan controlled the spiritual power ball and flew towards the demon wolf accurately.

Although his right leg was injured by the explosion, the demon wolf's speed did not slow down and he easily got rid of the spiritual power ball, making it impossible to get close to him, and at the same time he caught up with Zhang Yan. Another huge ax struck down. Mixed with the howling wind, the wind blade alone can tear people apart, let alone the sharp ax blade. Zhang Yan knew that he couldn't avoid it, so he protected Wuji's apricot yellow flag all over his body and released layers of light shields.

Only this time, the giant ax broke through the barrier and struck Zhang Yan on the shoulder, forcing Zhang Yan from standing to kneeling on one knee. When the demon wolf saw this, he smiled and was about to say "You lose." When he suddenly felt the danger approaching, his hair stood on end. The next second, there was an explosion behind him.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two explosions in succession blew the demon wolf's back to pieces. The armor was torn, revealing bones and blood. It turned out that Zhang Yan not only quietly manipulated the spiritual ball that was far behind the demon wolf to behind the demon wolf, but also condensed another spiritual ball. The two exploded together behind the demon wolf.

The demon wolf couldn't believe that Zhang Yan could actually condense two such powerful spiritual spheres at the same time. He also gave up using all his strength to activate the shield to protect himself, preferring to use his body to resist his giant axe, or condense two spiritual energy balls to attack him. It really hurts the enemy a hundred and hurts oneself eight thousand.

The demon wolf fell to the ground, its fangs in its mouth covered in blood, and its entire back was covered in burn pain. "Ahem..." After spitting out the blood in his mouth with difficulty, the demon wolf said weakly: "I'm willing to admit defeat." Then he passed out completely, with a relieved smile on his face.

Zhang Yan, who was half-kneeling on the ground next to him, also showed a smile, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth. His right shoulder was chopped open, blood spurted out, and the giant blade was embedded for three inches before being pulled out, leaving a gap in his shoulder.

Xiao Yan said at this time: "Ordinary elixirs are useless for the demon wolf's injuries. He is a weapon spirit, and he will live and die with this cauldron of beasts. After you go out to the world in the cauldron, you can use your own essence and blood to drip into the cauldron. Healed him.”

So Zhang Yan temporarily stopped the bleeding, escaped from the tripod world, and returned to the inn room. He first took out the hemostasis and recovery elixir from the Qiankun bag, stuffed it into his mouth randomly, and then forced drops of blood essence from the tip of his left index finger into the cauldron. After dripping more than ten drops of essence and blood, Zhang Yan stopped. At this moment, his face was pale and his lips were purple.

Xiao Yan warned: "That's enough. You need to recover from your injuries. If you consume any more blood essence, your life may be in danger!"

(End of this chapter)