I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 240: The indescribable foreign demon launched an attack in the south

The Skyfire Demon God, who was secretly observing in the prison, looked at the scene in front of him and fell silent.

Good news: A rich man has come, he probably doesn't think highly of me as the world spirit
Bad news: The rich guy is a little too rich, he probably doesn't even care about this small world

tortoise
Nine medium-grade spiritual veins.

As a former peak deity who was only half a step away from ascending to heaven, he understood very well the value of this.

Although Lu Wenwu did not say it, the Skyfire Demon God knew in his heart that the other party must have a top-grade spiritual vein in his hands.

Even the legendary top-grade spiritual veins are not impossible.

And now the Skyfire Small World.
Well.
It's really tragic that there are only two top-grade spiritual veins in total.

One is in the trial world, and the other is in the trial treasury.

The Skyfire Demon God felt very melancholy.

It felt like the end of my prison sentence was once again far away.

Unfortunately, this world spirit who changed his career halfway is in name only.

Before passing the final trial, all permissions were locked, which made it difficult for him to do things similar to the Little Heavenly Dao like the other world spirits.

Being able to release some information to the outside world and simulate some auras that are fatally attractive to the demon clan to attract people to open the Sky Fire World is already the limit of what he can do.

can only say.
What the World Spirit has achieved is somewhat of a failure.

Just as Lu Wenwu and his party were on their way to Zhennan City, the city was in complete chaos.

This is an entire army!

The most elite First Hunting Corps!

The main force of Zhennan City!

A legion with a total of 970 Jindan and 30 Yuanying!

Except for Jia Yongchang, the grandson of the Blood-Marked Ancestor, all the others died!
The red mark of the killer was so glaring that it almost turned the entire bronze mirror blood red!
In this big city with a population of hundreds of thousands, although there are countless foundation-building cultivators, the two realms of Golden Core and Nascent Soul cannot be easily raised with the assistance of Life Armor.

Of course, it is smoother and easier for the armored cultivators who possess life armor and blood armor crystals than for normal human cultivators to practice.

But there is one issue that cannot be ignored.

There is not enough spiritual energy in the Tianhuo small world!

There are only five mid-grade spiritual veins and one high-grade spiritual vein in the entire world.

Just like in the main world, a middle-grade spiritual vein is only available to the cultivators of the Tianxing Sect, and its remaining power can even be used by the independent cultivators of the Tianxing City to benefit from it.

However, in the Tianhuo small world, there are too many Jiaren cultivators among all the cultivators.

Imagine that if there were hundreds of thousands of foundation-building cultivators practicing together in the city, how could the spiritual energy of a mid-grade spiritual vein be enough to share?

How can there be enough spirit stones?

How can all cultivators be eligible to obtain cultivation resources?
It is precisely because of this situation that, although the Jia people have many cultivators per capita, the number of Nascent Soul and God Transformation masters is not that large.

If they did not possess the innate ability to form battle formations, they would have been killed by the monsters that could rely on the sun and moon to cultivate.

In this environment, whoever has the stronger ability to acquire resources will have the last laugh.

In the center of Zhennan City, among the majestic buildings.

"Ancestor, what should we do next? That foreign demon god is coming towards us! The young master is still in his hands!"

A man in red armor was crawling on the ground, with a look of grief and anger on his face. He suppressed his grief and asked the old man in golden armor who was sitting on the throne.

What's strange is that the old man in the golden armor is not pure gold, but has red lines one after another.

These lines flickered, flickering with the old man's breathing, as if they had life and kept flowing, interweaving into one intricate and mysterious pattern after another, and actually condensed into some forbidden magic arrays on their own.

Judging from the terrifying aura emanating from the other party, it was obvious that this was the Blood-Marked Ancestor mentioned by Jia Yongchang, the leading figure of Zhennan City.

Relying on his superb blood-patterned life armor casting technique, he advanced to the God Transformation stage and made rapid progress all the way to the middle stage of the God Transformation stage.

Under his leadership, Zhennan City has grown from a small border town originally called Zhennan Pass into one of the top five largest cities in the world. He almost wiped out all the surrounding monsters and seized a precious mid-grade spiritual vein!

But now, everything is ruined because of the arrival of a demon god from foreign land.

The elite troops that the Blood Mark Patriarch had painstakingly trained for many years were all killed in one day, and even his beloved grandson was captured by the enemy. Zhennan City could be said to have returned to the pre-liberation era overnight.

"Organize the troops and prepare for battle."

The Blood-Marked Ancestor's voice was icy cold, like an emotionless machine, and not a trace of emotion could be heard in it.

"The demon god from outside the domain has arrived. I will personally lead you to form the Luotian Immortal Armor Formation and kill this beast!"

"kill!"

The red-armored monks in the hall roared in unison, and murderous intent filled the air.

The next moment, a strong wind blew in the hall.

All the Jiaren cultivators disappeared in an instant.

When they appeared again, they were already on the top of the city wall.

The destruction of the First Hunting Corps was certainly a heavy blow, but Zhennan City was not completely without men capable of fighting.

All the tribesmen above the Jindan level in Zhennan City were summoned and stood on the top of the city waiting to form a formation to resist the enemy.

More than three hundred Jindan and the only remaining ten Yuanying Jia men lined up here, holding on tightly to the combat magic weapons in their hands.

Even though the ancestor is here in person, it's impossible to say that I'm not nervous.

The enemy is capable of killing the First Legion single-handedly. All of us old, weak, sick and disabled people combined are not enough to defeat him alone.

This is also true even when forming a formation.

Time passes minute by minute.

Just when the atmosphere had become extremely tense, suddenly, a cloud with a tail of fire came from far away and quickly approached the direction of Zhennan City.

"Om - hum -"

A series of violent buzzing sounds rang out, and the alarm spread throughout the city in an instant.

Although the cultivators of the Jiaren tribe are slightly weak in other aspects, they are extremely proficient in refining equipment and forming formations.

They possess many of the same capabilities that technological civilizations possess.

When the alarm sounded and the Jiaren cultivators were on the alert, a strong and powerful aura suddenly spread.

The Blood-Pattern Old Ancestor in golden armor rose from the ground and confronted Lu Wenwu and others who were standing still in the air.

The aura that made people feel terrified suppressed the people of the Jiaren tribe, but it made the monks no longer as nervous as before, and they felt more at peace.

This is their ancestor!

One of the top three blood-marked ancestors in the world!

The invincible ancestor who led Zhennan City to grow and develop!

The sun is shining and the wind is howling.

The first voice was Jia Yongchang's heart-wrenching cry: "Grandpa! It's me! I am Yongchang! The Tyrannosaurus Rex is gone..."

"Shut up! You spineless thing, you have brought shame upon our Jiaren clan!"

The Blood-Marked Ancestor, who was extremely angry, was as heavy as a bell, with a gloomy and old face, and he shouted loudly.

"A demon from outside the region, who killed my people and slaughtered my descendants, and now has come to show off his might in front of our Zhennan City. Do you really think that our Jiaren people are made of clay?"

Ignoring Jia Yongchang, who was feeling somewhat lost on the auspicious cloud and then panicking again, Lu Wenwu looked at the Blood Pattern Ancestor with a playful look in his eyes. There was no magnificent momentum, no cold voice.

Lu Wenwu just raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said lightly: "Are you afraid of me?"

The Blood-Marked Ancestor's expression suddenly changed, and his aura exploded, as if a god had descended to earth.

"Demon from outside the domain, stop your arrogant words! If you dare to take another step forward, I will make you know what power is!"

Lu Wenwu still had the same expression as before, and his voice was still calm, but the tone had changed to an affirmative one.

"You are afraid of me."

In Lu Wenwu's eyes, the Blood-Marked Ancestor at this moment was like an old lion who looked fierce on the outside but was weak on the inside.

The influence is still there, but the strength is not as strong as it used to be.

This is like a big brother in the underworld.

When someone attacks, even if the eldest brother is old and frail, he can still kill the attacker with a single blow of his knife. The eldest brother is still the same eldest brother as before.

However, if after someone attacks, the eldest brother just uses his former reputation to intimidate the enemy and tries to make them retreat on their own.
It is estimated that the big brother will have difficulty surviving the next month.

Lacking experience in fighting others, the Blood-Marked Ancestor immediately revealed his true thoughts.

It is indeed unfair to say that he was afraid of Lu Wenwu.

But it was true that he did not want to go to war with Lu Wenwu and hoped that he would give up when he saw the difficulty.

It's just that he wants both face and substance, which Lu Wenwu cannot satisfy.

Maomao disappeared quietly, and turned into flame patterns that condensed into the fire of the evil spirit.

Lu Wenwu turned his head to look at the two new pets and chuckled.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him die, and be prepared to clean up the battlefield."

"How brave!"

How good is the hearing ability of a Divine Transformation cultivator?

The two sides were only one or two kilometers apart, and Lu Wenwu did not deliberately eliminate the sound, so naturally the Blood Mark Ancestor heard it.

The Blood-Marked Ancestor, who felt that he was being despised by the other party, suddenly became furious. He knew that this battle would not end peacefully, and his will to fight and kill reached its peak in an instant.

"Luotian Immortal Armor Formation, form!"

"boom!"

With the Blood Vein Ancestor as the center, a huge battle shadow instantly took shape, bursting out with an unparalleled terrifying pressure.

That is the power of the late stage of Spirit Transformation, which is the limit that cannot be cultivated in this world!
The concentration of spiritual energy in this world is not enough to support the emergence of the late stage of Spirit Transformation.

Only by condensing the battle shadows can they be superimposed!

Feeling the surging power in his body, the Blood Vein Ancestor's expression became increasingly gloomy, as if water could drip out of it.

If the First Legion was still there, and formed the Heavenly Immortal Armor Formation, its power could even reach the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, with a possibility of breaking through the shackles of space!

But all this was ruined because of the person in front of him!

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.

In the mighty airflow, the blood patterns on the Blood Pattern Ancestor's armor suddenly bloomed, and corresponding blood-colored patterns also appeared on the body of the golden battle shadow. The originally illusory shadow of the life armor now seemed real.

Within the shadow of war, the Blood Vein Ancestor used a secret method to spread the original god, connecting the power of heaven and earth and connecting the spirits of all things.

His life-saving magic spear and life armor strangely expanded and actually matched the huge battle shadow.

Even his entire body seemed to have merged with the war shadow, becoming a single whole.

Suddenly, Zhan Ying's originally dull and rigid eyes became lively.

As his figure flashed, the spear in his hand shot straight towards the direction where Lu Wenwu was!

"die!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The tip of the spear had not yet arrived, but the terrifying spear intent seemed to twist the heaven and earth into a spiral.

Golden light burst out, and sharp gun shadows have completely submerged Lu Wenwu, and gunshots broke out.

Lu Wenwu raised his hand and looked at his arm which was bleeding. Feeling the powerful force contained in the shot, he suddenly closed his eyes, opened his arms as if enjoying it, with a look of pleasure on his face.

"This level of purity is really terrifyingly strong."

"Extremely arrogant!"

The Blood-Marked Ancestor was extremely furious, and wherever his spear passed, there were series of piercing whistles and sharp explosions, and sonic booms exploded in the air.

Just when the tip of the gun was less than half a meter away from him, Lu Wenwu's eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly threw a punch with a grim smile.

In an instant, a boundless sea of ​​blood descended.

The terrifying mental shock instantly rushed out in all directions, and even the battle-hardened Blood Vein Ancestor was stunned for a moment.

That is the blood evil condensed from billions of lives, the most terrifying karma between heaven and earth.

He boasted that he practiced in the flames of war and was born bathed in blood, and even the blood patterns he was proud of were forged in killing.

But in front of this endless sea of ​​blood, the killing he had done with all his might for thousands of years seemed so insignificant and ridiculous, as if mocking his incompetence.

Lu Wenwu did not give the Blood Vein Ancestor time to be stunned.

The military killing fist blasted out, and the punch with the demon spear attached collided with the war shadow spear, bursting out with a roar that was enough to pierce the eardrums.

"boom!"

The violent airflow exploded in an instant, and the few white clouds between the sky and the earth turned into ashes.

Led by the Blood-Pattern Ancestor himself, the battle shadows of all the remaining human cultivators in main armor in Zhennan City were gathered together, but they were actually suppressed in this clash!

The Blood-Marked Ancestor, who was hit and staggered, could not accept it.

Even if it was just a test, what right did the other party have?
He did not feel any fluctuation of spiritual energy, nor did he feel any mobilization of the power of heaven and earth.

It was just as if there was a kind of "momentum" blessing, and he punched out entirely relying on his physical strength.

But how is this possible?
Even the immortal who created this world in the legend couldn't have such powerful physical strength, right?
"kill!"

The Blood-Marked Ancestor's heart turned cold, and his cruelty and murderous intent surged again.

Before Zhan Ying could completely stabilize his body, hundreds of long swords with different attributes had already flown out of his body, as uniformly as one sword.

These magical weapons belonging to different cultivators were mobilized by the Blood-Pattern Ancestor and formed into a sword formation in a very short time, heading towards Lu Wenwu to kill him.

A heart-pounding sword intent bursts out.

Endless sword energy blocked all of Lu Wenwu's dodging positions.

A pure sword formation composed of hundreds of flying swords shot out, carrying an unmatched sharpness to kill, which was countless times sharper than the flying swords of ordinary cultivators!
A cultivator who has reached the state of Divine Transformation can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and the power he can unleash with just a move of his hands and feet is extremely incredible.

Now with the blessing of battle shadows and formations, the Blood Pattern Ancestor's sword formation has an unstoppable feeling, as if it is going to chop Lu Wenwu into pieces with one blow!
In the center of the sword formation, the smile on Lu Wenwu's face became more and more intense.

Flying sword?

Sword array?

Right!

This time it finally tastes right!

How can you cultivate immortality without a flying sword?
(End of this chapter)