Emperor of the Heavens

Chapter 36 Boy, It Looks Like You Need Help
"This formation is very good!"

The man in black looked at Wang Jinglong opposite, without any contempt, because he learned from Zhang Mingcheng that although the kid in front of him only had the strength of the early stage of the fifth level of spiritual veins, he was able to forcibly resist Zhang Mingcheng's two moves and only suffered some internal injuries.

Even though he boasted that he was strong, he didn't dare to resist Zhang Mingcheng's two moves.

Therefore, he couldn't help but treat the boy in front of him carelessly.

Besides, it took him a lot of effort to break the maze before, if this weird boy set some traps and let him escape, then all his previous efforts would have been wasted.

"Remember my name, Zhang Wuyou!"

The man in black showed a long spear, and the shiny gun body was filled with a cold spiritual pressure.

The spear is like a dragon, and it arrives in an instant.

Wang Jinglong had no choice but to fight hastily. Fortunately, he had been on guard against Zhang Wuyou, so he had time to react.

With a gun in his right hand and a claw in his left hand, Zhang Wuyou's attacks were as dense as mercury pouring down the ground, but they were not lacking in ferocity.

"Tiangong Xingjian!"

Opening his hands, Wang Jinglong's long sword slashed across the air, and then his feet moved sideways to instantly open the distance between them.

Then the long sword turned into several phantoms, forming another sword formation around his body. With his palms together, Wang Jinglong attacked suddenly, and saw several sword qi rushing towards Zhang Wuyou, forcing Zhang Wuyou to retreat took two steps.

"Sure enough, I have some strength. If I were in the same realm as you, I'm afraid you would be instantly killed by the sword array just now. It seems that my [-]% strength is really not enough to kill you."

As soon as the gun head was turned, Zhang Wuyou looked directly at Wang Jinglong, and the spiritual power on his body suddenly became stronger several times.

Feeling the surge of spiritual pressure on Zhang Wuyou's body, Wang Jinglong understood that the other party obviously wanted to go all out.

"Split Mountain Nine Guns!"

The spiritual power in Zhang Wuyou's body permeated out, and the long spear waved, instantly forming nine spear shadows, which dazzled Wang Jinglong.

In the next moment, the nine spears merged into one, and with mighty spiritual pressure, they directly aimed at Wang Jinglong's life gate, and there was a tendency to tear him apart.

"Nine-turn Holy Spirit Jue, first turn!"

Without the slightest stagnation, Wang Jinglong directly performed the first round of the Nine-Turn Holy Spirit Art, and then swung Zhang Changjian to block the spear.

Bang!
Under Zhang Wuyou's fierce attack, Wang Jinglong's body swayed, and he stepped back.

"cough!"

Wang Jinglong felt as if his chest had been hit by a big mountain, and there was a dullness in his chest.

The tiger's mouth was already split open, and a few traces of bright red blood flowed out, and the long sword in his hand was trembling slightly.

"With the strength of the early stage of the fifth level of the spiritual vein, you survived the attack of my nine spears, you are the first!"

Zhang Wuyou also had a little more surprise on his face. He knew very well the power of the Nine Spears of Splitting Mountains. As his special skill, killing a cultivator with only the initial stage of the fifth level of spiritual veins should be easy to catch.

But he didn't expect that Wang Jinglong only suffered some minor injuries under his swift and fierce blow.

Being able to resist Zhang Wuyou's Nine Spears of Splitting Mountains is obviously mainly due to the credit of "Nine Turns of the Holy Spirit".

"Since that's the case, then take another trick from me!"

With violent footsteps, Zhang Wuyou didn't give Wang Jinglong too much time to recover, and swung his long spear to attack again.

The spear is like a dragon, and the moves are swift and fierce, which looks a bit thunderous.

boom!
The spiritual power within ten meters in front of the ruined temple seemed to be pulled away by Zhang Wuyou and gathered on his long spear, turning into a sharp spear, hitting Wang Jinglong.

"Sword Sacrifice!"

The long sword in his hand was broken and evolved into several waves of swords, exuding a super strong sword energy, and met the long spear in Zhang Wuyou's hand.

The Jinglong Wujue Sword is a set of swordsmanship created by Wang Jinglong 300 years ago, and it is also one of the wonderful methods he uses to protect himself as a low-level practitioner.

Out of self-preservation this time, Wang Jinglong had no choice but to perform it again.

Dark blue spiritual power enveloped Wang Jinglong's entire body, faint traces of killing patterns appeared on his forehead, and the phantom of the ice mysterious python roared angrily behind him.

Bang!
Wang Jinglong flew upside down again, propping himself on the ground with one hand, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his left arm was injured by Zhang Wuyou's spear, his skin was torn apart.

Drops of blood overflowed from the slender opening, revealing bright red flesh; a trace of paleness also appeared on Wang Jinglong's face.

"The cultivators in the late stage of the seventh level of spiritual veins are indeed very strong!"

After struggling many times, Wang Jinglong stood up tremblingly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not decrease by half.

Running with the little spiritual power left, Wang Jinglong stopped the bleeding wound, scanned the surroundings, and prepared to escape from this place.

"Want to escape? I'm afraid it's too late!"

Although he was a little shocked that the young man in front of him had exploded with such astonishing strength at the fifth level of the spiritual vein, Zhang Wuyou did not let up in the slightest.

"It seems that there is only a fight to the death!"

A trace of unwillingness appeared on Wang Jinglong's face, he still had the only trump card left, Holy Spirit World.

It's just that Wang Jinglong won't use this power until he is doomed, after all, this power is too tyrannical and too weird.

After pouring two bottles of spiritual liquid into his mouth, Wang Jinglong's spiritual power began to recover at an extremely fast speed.

The pale complexion also began to return to ruddy, and even the wound on the arm began to scab at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After taking two bottles of psychic liquid one after another, Wang Jinglong felt that his whole body was full of strength, ready to burst forth.

"what!"

Roaring up to the sky, Wang Jinglong's eyes were bloodshot, and the spiritual power surged all over his body, causing his clothes to flap.

With Wang Jinglong as the center, a slight frost appeared within five meters, and the coldness hit people, and the ice mysterious python behind him turned into a ten-meter-thick ice dragon at this moment, hovering above Wang Jinglong's head.

The aura emitted by the ice dragon, with an invincible aura, went straight to attack Zhang Wuyou.

"Break it for me!"

Zhang Wuyou at this time was also shocked by the power Wang Jinglong displayed at this moment, he continuously poured the spiritual power in his body into the spear, bursting out bursts of brilliance, extremely dazzling.

Bang!
The long spear held the ice dragon at the moment, and continuously eliminated the power contained in the ice dragon, but it still failed to completely eliminate the power of Wang Jinglong.

After taking two bottles of psychic liquid, Wang Jinglong had a source of spiritual power that was constantly being consumed, but his internal organs began to be damaged under such a huge amount of spiritual power, and the blood at the corner of Wang Jinglong's mouth gradually became brighter. .

However, just when Binglong was about to break through Zhang Wuyou's spear, the spiritual power in Wang Jinglong's body was no longer under his control, and frantically flocked to the holy spirit world in the spiritual sea.

Click!

The remaining power of the long spear smashed Wang Jinglong's ice dragon that had lost its spiritual support, leaving a piece of broken ice, and then the ice dragon roared and turned into the original ice python, floating above Wang Jinglong's head dimly.

"Damn it! It's just a little short."

Wang Jinglong, who was falling rapidly in the air, looked at Zhang Wuyou who was forced to retreat at the same time, with a look of unwillingness.

He didn't understand why the holy spirit heaven and earth would absorb so much spiritual power in his body uncharacteristically at this time, causing his attack to fail.

Suddenly, the heaven and earth of the Holy Spirit, which had absorbed so much spiritual power, began to vibrate, and Wang Jinglong's body also twitched involuntarily.

Zhang Wuyou looked at Wang Jinglong's strange behavior and didn't act rashly, obviously the blow just now made him fearful.

The next moment, a small elephant the size of a palm suddenly appeared on Wang Jinglong's shoulder, with a small trunk facing Wang Jinglong, and said slightly mockingly, "Boy, it looks like you need help very much!"

(End of this chapter)