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Chapter 241 The terrifying dragon demon god's brutal methods
The Blood-Marked Ancestor stared at Lu Wenwu who was in the battle formation, feeling indescribable feelings in his heart.

Hate?

anger?
Killing intent?
fear?

Maybe a little bit of everything, maybe not too much of anything.

In fact, the Blood-Marked Ancestor didn't really know why he had such a strong murderous intent towards the foreign demon like Lu Wenwu who had descended.

Just like he didn't know where the Jiaren people's innate hatred for monsters came from.

It seems that this is an innate feeling of disgust, an extreme desire to destroy all other creatures except the Armored People.

The last time I heard about the arrival of demons from outside the domain, those demons seemed to be called Heavenly Fire?

Ah.
However, the Skyfire Demon God must not be as powerful as the man in front of him who calls himself Tyrannosaurus.

From the known history of the Jiaren race to the present day, this is the first time that a demon from outside the domain has broken the limitations of cultivation and reached the realm of a demon god.

In the eyes of the Blood-Marked Ancestor, Lu Wenwu was still the same as before.

There was a chilling smile of excitement on his face, as if he had seen something great, and he swung his fist towards the thousands of sword lights that were shooting out.

Each of those sword lights was powerful enough to pierce through the body of a Nascent Soul cultivator, but in front of the other party, they seemed as fragile as dead branches.

Whether it was the sword light itself, the sword energy wrapped around the sword light, or the various sword intents contained in the sword light, they would only ruthlessly shatter when they hit him.

It was like a spear carved from marble piercing a solid tower shield, shattering cleanly and neatly, without being able to achieve the desired lethality!

What made the Blood-Pattern Ancestor feel anxious and angry was that Lu Wenwu only made one move from beginning to end.

Fist!

Fist!

Punch again!
Smash everything in front of you!
After a long period of unsuccessful attacks, the Blood-Pattern Ancestor's expression gradually became grim.

When it comes to accumulation of spiritual power, I admit that the demons from outside the domain have a unique advantage.

Our world is small and spiritual energy is not abundant enough. Those who can break the mirror are all outstanding people. They can only use the weakest foundation to reach the highest possible realm.

But we form a large formation, with shared spiritual power, and are definitely not inferior to your accumulation!
As for my spiritual consciousness, I have been unable to improve my cultivation, so I work on it day and night just to make my spiritual consciousness more solid and powerful.

When it comes to magical weapons, our Jiaren race has a unique advantage. We are natural masters of weapon refining and have specialized in this art for tens of thousands of years!
In terms of formations, we, the Jia people, are united as one. The connection of blood and mental strength allows us to maximize the advantage of unity, making us stronger than you if we fight alone.

In terms of fighting will and fighting thinking, our Jiaren race is a natural fighting race. We are engaged in an endless life-and-death battle with monsters every day. We possess the fighting essence and killing talent that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

We, the Jiaren race, are born for fighting and killing. How could we be inferior to you, a demon from outside the domain who only knows how to strengthen your body and pass on magic through your bloodline!

"I, Jia Wulie, will lead you today to become the first Jiaren cultivator to kill a foreign demon in the Divine Transformation Stage with a sword!"

The Blood-Pattern Ancestor shouted loudly, and his second life-saving magic weapon flew out from his dantian.

A flying sword shining with blue and white color.

The flying sword was surrounded by blazing flames. After it flew out of the Dantian, it grew in the wind and instantly turned into a giant super sword dozens of feet long.

The hundreds of flying swords that formed the sword formation seemed to have found their backbone. They quickly dispersed the sword formation as if following the army leader, and transformed into bird-like shapes, circling around the blue-white giant sword.

Hundreds of flying swords emitted crisp sword sounds at the same time, and sword energy penetrated between heaven and earth!

"Gentlemen, witness this day!"

"Big Wind and Cloud Blood Sword!"

The old face of the Blood-Marked Ancestor, which was filled with overwhelming fighting spirit, was reflected in the battle shadow. This was also the first time that Lu Wenwu saw the other person's face clearly.

The next moment, countless blood-colored threads suddenly appeared on the entire battle shadow and the blue-white giant sword.

These silk threads condensed into shape at a rapid speed, forming magnificent blood lines.

One of the Blood Pattern Ancestor's signature skills - the Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword.

The wind follows the dragon and the clouds follow the tiger.

The shadows of dragons and tigers stained with a faint blood color slowly took shape in the air. Strong winds blew around them, and the clouds and mist turned into tornadoes.

The Blood-Marked Ancestor spent almost the entire second half of his life perfecting this move.

In his estimation, one would need to be at least in the late stage of Spirit Transformation, and have spiritual power reserves at least ten times more than they do now, in order to perfectly control this move.

However, even though it had not reached the peak he expected, he did not think that Lu Wenwu would be able to take it on.

Why does a monster that only knows how to refine its body have the ability to do this?
Why should the sword skills that I have honed over thousands of years be defeated by your physical body?
On the Great Wind Cloud Blood Sword, blood-colored lines suddenly lit up.

That kind of wind-attributed sword intent, which was pure to the extreme, carried the murderous intent and anger of countless Jiaren cultivators, and was integrated into the blood and bones of the Blood Pattern Ancestor throughout his life.

"cut!"

The battle shadow transformed by the Blood-Pattern Ancestor put his hands together, and his right hand suddenly turned into a sword finger and thrust forward fiercely.

The Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword immediately turned into a stream of light and shot out at an incredible speed.

That was an extremely fast speed, truly lightning fast.

The wind was howling fiercely and bloody clouds were gathering.

This flying sword, which was almost entirely condensed by sword intent, crossed thousands of meters in an instant and collided fiercely with Lu Wenwu's fist.

At that moment, the whole world was silent.

The speed of the attacks between the two sides was countless times faster than the speed of sound, and the same was true for the aftermath of the collision.

The Tyrant Fist released light and heat like the sun, and smashed out with Lu Wenwu's indestructible will and extremely strong body. It stalemate with the Blood Pattern Ancestor's Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword for a moment, and then the large light patterns and impact were released without reservation.

"boom!"

A violent sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Even the walls of Zhennan City in the distance were shaking under the aftermath of the attack. Large chunks of bricks and stones that were almost indestructible due to the blessing of the formation collapsed and fell.

The earth looked like it had been plowed. There was not a single green spot to be seen within a radius of more than ten miles. Not even a blade of grass grew!

Under the shattering sword intent, not to mention the plants, even the land was scraped off a layer!
The ultra-flat open space created by the impact was covered with crisscrossing sword marks, and the aura emitted from it alone was enough to seriously injure or even kill a low-level practitioner.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Great Wind and Cloud Blood Sword, which condensed the life's blood of the Blood Pattern Ancestor, was smashed to pieces by Lu Wenwu's punch, and returned to its original three-foot blue-white body, with a faint crack appearing.

Among the flying swords that were spiraling around him, nearly half were smashed into scrap metal by Lu Wenwu's punch just now, and many cultivators who were connected to his mind vomited blood.

Because his life magic weapon was broken, he lost his fighting ability and was forced to withdraw from the battle.

Even those flying swords that survived were rarely intact. Most of them had melted into different colors due to the scorching heat, and the complexions of their owners did not look very healthy.

Even on the Blood Vein Ancestor's natal flying sword, a tiny crack appeared.

That was caused by Lu Wenwu's punch.

It is difficult to comment on using a dexterous weapon like a sword to confront a strong man like Lu Wenwu who focuses on frontal attacks.

Maybe it was out of self-confidence, or maybe it was out of contempt for Lu Wenwu's physical strength.

Who knows?

"This is impossible!" The Blood Mark Ancestor roared like a madman, bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This mouthful of essence and blood instantly dispersed after being spurted out and directly merged into the blood patterns of the life armor.

In an instant, the blood patterns on his body began to twist, wriggle, and expand as if they had life.

In less than half a breath, the original golden armor of the Blood Pattern Ancestor had completely turned blood-red, and the entire battle shadow was as bright red as blood, almost flowing out hot and sticky plasma.

Refined with his own blood and essence, and with the wind fanning the flames, the blue-white flying sword that had recovered its original form was even more dangerous than before.

The flying sword turned in the air, and the blue and white colors surged, piercing towards Lu Wenwu's head again like a spiral.

"Sure enough, even now, I still want to have a flying sword of my own."

Lu Wenwu looked at the sharp magic weapon that was stabbing at him, muttering to himself, with a strong look of envy in his eyes.

The speed of the flying sword was still as fast as lightning. It had turned a circle in a flash and was approaching him rapidly.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Lu Wenwu's body suddenly surged, and an evil aura that seemed to be able to distort anyone's mind continued to spread out.

Accompanied by a two-color flame that was completely different from the previous one rising and burning.

Wherever the flames passed, pieces of black and purple dragon scales continued to condense, with the edges outlined with a circle of gorgeous golden edges by the Glory Battle Mark.

"This is...really cool."

The ferocious spiral dragon horns released pale green evil flames, and the surging demonic energy and terrifying evil spirit like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood spread out together, covering the originally clear blue sky into a dark black.

Lu Wenwu·Dragon Form!
Raise your hand.

Accumulate strength.

One punch!
It was the same military killing fist that he had used when they first met.

But this time, the seemingly ordinary military killing fist seemed to be completely liberated, and its power was increased many times more than before!
This is the level of direct evolution from normal attack to ultimate move!

When Lu Wenwu activated both the true dragon combat body and the demon dragon state of the abyss descent at the same time, everything about him seemed to be completely liberated.

Even if he were thrown directly into the endless abyss, no demon would dare to say that he was a human being.

This is even more devilish than the devil!

This is an abyss dragon in human skin!
The collision of fist and sword.

The scene was so familiar, but the result was completely different.

The blue-white flying sword that was coming at me with great force began to break into pieces from the tip of the sword, and was completely shattered by the Jun Dao Killing Fist like a dead tree or rotten wood.

When the power of Lu Wenwu's punch finally reached its limit, the last piece of the bluish-white flying sword finally shattered completely, like a pile of broken ice, falling to the ground with flames burning.

Blood spurted out of the Blood Pattern Ancestor's mouth, and his momentum, which seemed to be about to kill Lu Wenwu with one sword, suddenly stopped.

Even the previously powerful and invincible war shadow was broken in an instant and completely disintegrated and disappeared.

The punch that Lu Wenwu had just thrown not only completely destroyed all the innate magic weapons released by the Jiaren cultivators, but also completely drained the little remaining spiritual power in the bodies of these Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators!

Their accumulation of spiritual power is far weaker than that of cultivators of the same level.

Now encountering a monster like Lu Wenwu who has unlimited endurance is like a mouse seeing a cat.

In addition, the continuous outburst of pure dragon power that conquered the world almost completely destroyed their fighting will.

The fighting spirit in the eyes of the Jiaren cultivators was rapidly fading.

Instead, there is fear.

Extreme fear.

It’s like seeing some kind of natural enemy!
Fear had completely taken over their minds, leaving no room for anything else.

Even the Jiaren cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage trembled like little chickens in front of Lu Wenwu, their legs so weak that they couldn't even stand up!
The Blood-Marked Ancestor's eyes were bloodshot, and a faint blood mist hung on his light golden armor.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Lu Wenwu was filled with intense disbelief.

Is this the other party's true strength?

A genuine demon god in the late stage of transformation! ?

This bloody evil energy that has almost condensed into substance, this pale green power that is so dense that it can distort the minds of low-level cultivators, and the fear that has never been felt before but is deeply buried in the blood
This is the real dragon that was once mentioned in the historical records of the Jia people!

The natural ruling race among the huge and complex group of monsters, the uncrowned king of the entire monster race!

This is the power of a true dragon?
If the Blood-Pattern Ancestor was frightened and the Jiaren cultivators were horrified, then the Canglang, Wolf King Xiaoqing, and Tiger King Xiaohong, who had surrendered long ago, were ecstatic at this moment.

It was a kind of ecstasy that almost made one dizzy with joy.

The two brothers hugged each other, crying and laughing, and kept making inhuman howls of excitement.

Unexpectedly, I won the first prize!

This is the pure bloodline of a true dragon, this is the demon god of the true dragon clan!

A peerless demon in the late stage of transformation!
In the world of cultivating immortals, this person is almost certainly destined to ascend to heaven as a top demon god. Even the human race's true gods do not dare to offend him easily.

Legend has it that the true dragon clan lives in the Dragon Palace in the deep sea. They rarely go out and rarely go out.

Most of the dragons active in the world of immortal cultivation are transformed from fish or snakes.

The bloodline purified by atavism is mixed and not pure, and it does not have the incredible strength of the True Dragon Clan.

Under normal circumstances, where would you get the chance to hang out with such a strong person?

There is no trace of a real dragon at all!

The thigh that I had clung to without hesitation, abandoning my dignity and hatred, is too thick!

As for the revenge of brother king?
In front of the opportunity of ascension, everything is nothing but clouds.

Who is the Qingmu Demon King?

Really unfamiliar.

As a group of monsters that appear in a multi-racial alliance, whoever has the bigger fist is the boss.

It's just a way of gathering together for warmth.

In the monster worldview, this practice is not shameful.

Not to mention the monsters, even among the ordinary wild beasts, the old lion king and wolf king were defeated by the strong and young beasts, and either died on the spot or were expelled from the group and left to fend for themselves with their injured and sick bodies.

The rest of the population will quickly change their flags and support a new king.

The strong prey on the weak, the winner takes all, whoever has the bigger fist is right, and whoever can beat others is the boss.

This is the law followed by monsters.

(End of this chapter)