Thousands of feet high in the sky, the two were already in the thick dark clouds. Seeing a ball of purple light coming towards their faces, Wei Chongran's eyes suddenly widened.
"If you want to kill Wei, then you have to see how much stronger you are than Teng Wuji?"
He raised his hands suddenly, and two balls of black light suddenly appeared in his hands, instantly blocking the way in front of him.
With a loud "clang" sound, Wei Chongran's whole body floated backwards rapidly. After retreating four steps, he stood in the air again.
Following this loud noise, the inky black clouds in the sky seemed to have heard a command, and in an instant, raindrops as big as beans poured down.
Suddenly, fog rose within a hundred miles, and heavy rain fell. The monks from both sides fighting below also put up spiritual power shields.
But after only a moment, those foundation-building monks felt something was wrong. The rain contained a force that made people's bones and muscles numb, as if they were struck by lightning.
Just when I felt something was wrong, screams came one after another, making my whole body numb.
Many foundation-building cultivators fell into coma after just a few breaths, and some even died one after another while convulsing all over.
This situation not only occurs in the foundation-building cultivators of Fengliang Mountain, but also in the cultivators of the South China Sea, with no difference.
Even those Jindan cultivators felt something was wrong after only holding on for a few breaths. Every drop of rain that hit their spiritual power shield would splash out a flash of purple light.
Seeing this, the Jindan cultivators on both sides dared not stay here any longer. They stopped their attacks, took their disciples with them, and hurriedly flew towards the place hundreds of miles away covered by heavy rain.
The old demon cultivator turned a deaf ear to everything that was happening below. He stared at Wei Chongran opposite him with a smile in his pale eyes.
As for those monks from the South China Sea, if they died, they were dead. He could just capture some more and he would not have any scruples.
If he had not considered the existence of demons and demon soldiers below, he would have attacked more severely. Just a drop of rain would be enough to take the lives of those foundation-building cultivators. If the Jindan cultivators were not slow to dodge, they would also die in large numbers, and would not be able to escape alive like they are now.
The old demon cultivator stared at the slightly plump young man opposite him. He was not surprised that his attack was blocked. Before this, they had already fought quickly for about ten breaths and had some understanding of each other's strength.
At this moment, the slightly plump young man held a black gold hammer in each hand. Each hammer head looked very scary, about the size of three or four adult heads.
A long spike extended from the top of the black gold hammer, which was constantly emitting dark golden light. The hammer looked so out of proportion in the hands of the slightly plump young man.
This weapon is a weapon that only looks powerful when held in the hands of a giant like the one used by their demon cultivator clan. However, it was held in the hands of a fat young man who was not too tall. It was as uncoordinated as a simple and honest Confucian scholar holding a sharp blade.
Wei Chongran was dressed in a dark green robe, which made him look extremely gentle and elegant. But now, with a pair of sledgehammers in his hands, a fierce and iron-blooded spirit was bursting out of his body.
Just now, the two black gold hammers collided with each other, clamping the purple lightning cauldron and causing a swift impact.
The old demon cultivator who called himself Lei Andao saw that Wei Chongran didn't say a word, and his aura was about to burst out. He raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, and the purple flame on the purple electric cauldron suspended in the air suddenly expanded with a "puff" sound.
In the heavy rain with dark clouds rolling, it was as eerie as a purple ghost with only its head left. The surrounding rain quickly gathered towards the small tripod as the purple flames expanded.
Then Lei Andao crossed his hands and rubbed them in the air. The small purple lightning tripod began to spin rapidly. The small tripod rose higher and higher as it spun rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it rose above Wei Chongran's head.
The raindrops that had just gathered in the cauldron were thrown out from the bottom of the cauldron as it spun rapidly. Raindrops with purple flames covered Wei Chongran below.
Wei Chongran's eyes became even darker. He raised one hand and threw a black gold hammer out of his hand.
As soon as the sledgehammer reached his head, it swirled like a storm, forming a hoop-like loop, firmly protecting Wei Chongran below.
"Ding ding dang dang..."
A series of dense sounds suddenly rang out, as if someone was madly hitting a piece of metal.
Every drop of rain with purple flames hit the hoop-shaped loop after it fell, becoming more and more dense, and the purple flames on the raindrops became more and more weird.
In the flames, there were elongated white-faced evil ghosts, biting fiercely at the black light on the hoop-shaped loop, as if trying to bite a gap in it.
Wei Chongran's expression below became more and more solemn, and his free hand was constantly changing the spells.
Gradually, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but his expression remained the same, neither happy nor sad. In the center of his dark eyes, a little golden light slowly emerged.
In the wind and rain, the small purple lightning tripod kept gathering bean-sized raindrops from all around while rotating, and the next moment it was thrown out from the bottom of the tripod, as if it was endless and never-ending.
More and more blood oozed from the corners of Wei Chongran's mouth, but he seemed unaware of it and let the blood flow to his chest, slowly dyeing the dark green clothes darker.
"No wonder my disappointing junior brother was no match for you and lost his voice so quickly. Fellow Daoist Wei's magical power is far beyond the peak level of those fake infants I have seen.
What kind of realm is this? It is neither a fake infant nor a Yuanying. It is really surprising that there is such a realm between the two that I have never heard of."
Lei Andao's hands were like raindrops, constantly tapping the rotating purple lightning cauldron in the air, and his forehead was already oozing big beads of sweat, but his mouth was calm as usual. He said this calmly, as if two old friends were chatting, but in fact he was extremely shocked in his heart, he had never seen such a strange realm between the false infant and the original infant.
This realm should be able to crush all Golden Cores, but it is slightly lower than the real early Nascent Soul stage. However, if a person in the early Nascent Soul stage wants to defeat him, he may have to pay a considerable price.
He is in this situation now, and he feels a bit struggling to deal with the person in front of him. Teng Wuji is in the middle stage of the Golden Core. As Teng Wuji's senior brother, he has only been a demon general for about thirteen years.
Thirteen years is not enough time for a realm to be stabilized, especially for people of their level of cultivation. After the news of setting foot on the Desolate Moon Continent reached Lei Andao’s sect, he immediately chose to come out of seclusion.
Both he and Teng Wuji chose to become the first monks to fight in this cross-border war. Lei Andao wanted to hone his own realm through this kind of war.
Teng Wuji also held the same idea. He was only an inch away from the late stage of the Golden Core, but more than two hundred years had passed. No matter how he practiced, his magic power became more solidified.
The realm was like a mountain, which stuck him firmly at the peak of the middle stage of the Golden Core. The bottleneck did not loosen at all. The fact was just as they expected. After arriving in the Desolate Moon Continent, they did gain a lot of benefits.
But more than a month ago, there was no news after Teng Wuji left. After receiving the news, Lei Andao went to the valley in person and investigated for a long time. Finally, he got the information of the monks from Fengliang Mountain and locked his target on Wei Chongran.
In this attack to kill Wei Chongran, Lei Andao had to come.
The way he is fighting now seems to have the upper hand and appears to be very relaxed on the surface, but in fact, it is not the case. The opponent's defense is stronger than imagined.
The magic power of Lei An Dao was also being consumed rapidly. In just this short moment, about 30% of the magic power was consumed.
But what he got was just blood oozing from the corner of Wei Chongran's mouth, his body still as steady as a rock, standing there motionless, and his breath seemed to be even longer than his. How could he not be shocked
"The cultivation methods of my Desolate Moon Continent are not something that a barbaric cultivator like you who lives in a remote corner can comprehend."
Just as Lei An was attacking with his knife and chatting casually, he was surprised that Wei Chongran was also able to speak at this moment, but his speech speed was slightly slowed down, and it was not so oppressive that he had no time to pay attention.
While Wei Chongran was speaking, without any warning, the huge hammer in his other hand suddenly came out from the rain in front of him like a hidden weapon, with a streak of black light.
The sledgehammer went straight to Lei Andao's abdomen, smashing countless rain curtains along the way, like a sharp arrow breaking through the waves. Looking at the sledgehammer whistling with a dull sound of wind, Lei Andao was surprised and puzzled.
The opponent was clearly struggling to fight against the Purple Lightning Cauldron above, and even suffered internal injuries. He was very surprised that he could still speak. How could he still have the energy left to attack him
"Pretending to be injured!"
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Lei Andao felt that something was wrong. This was completely meaningless.
Wei Chongran's attack at this moment was not a sneak attack when he thought the situation was settled, but he was openly fighting against the Purple Lightning Cauldron above while attacking himself. Everything happened under his nose.
He was becoming more and more confused about Wei Chongran, but no matter how confused he was, Lei Andao's movements were not slow. He freed one hand, drew a line in front of his chest, bent his wrist inward, and then drew it outward, and a great force was emitted from his palm forward.
The heavy rain in front of him turned into a huge blue hand, half a person's height. The hand was surrounded by blue and purple electric light, making a sharp "sizzling..." sound.
The giant palm slapped towards the giant hammer.
With a "bang", the two sides collided with each other.
The collision caused heavy rain to fly everywhere, forming a rainless blank area in front of Lei An's sword.
Immediately afterwards, Lei Andao's face also changed, and his figure quickly flashed forward. A long and sharp thorn suddenly pierced through the blue hand and attacked his lower abdomen.
The big hand that Lei Andao had just condensed was actually unstoppable. That palm condensed 30% of his magic power, and also borrowed the power of thunder and lightning from heaven and earth.
Even if 30% of the magic power of a Nascent Soul cultivator is lightly applied on a giant peak, it will turn into a pile of rubble.
What pierced his lower abdomen was the sharp spike on the front of Wei Chongran's sledgehammer. It was as fast as a poisonous dragon emerging from a cave, and it pierced through the dark blue hand in a flash.
The incident happened unexpectedly and Lei Andao was only stunned for a moment, but he also reacted quickly. If Lei Andao had not felt that Wei Chongran's realm was strange and he had not been on guard at all times and did not underestimate the enemy, he would have been seriously injured if not killed by this blow.
Lei Andao held his chest and abdomen in, exchanging distance for space. While doing so, his body quickly turned to the right. With a "swish", the long and sharp spike pierced through a series of raindrops, but missed.
Because of Lei Andao's hasty dodge, the magic spell in his hand was delayed, and the purple tripod spinning in the air was frozen for a moment.
The golden spots in Wei Chongran's eyes on the opposite side suddenly lit up, and a strong smell of blood came from his body, which made Lei Andao a little horrified. He seemed to see a battlefield in front of him, with a sea of blood and mountains of corpses.
But he had extraordinary skills. With a cold snort, the illusion before his eyes disappeared, and he reached for the sharp spike in front of his lower abdomen.
Wei Chongran on the opposite side suddenly moved. He jumped up suddenly, grabbed the other sledgehammer flying above his head, and smashed it hard at the purple tripod in the air.
With a sound of "boom", the whole dark world was centered on the battle between the two people. A strong gale was blown up, and the layers of dark clouds covering the sky were torn into a big hole in an instant, and a ray of sunlight poured down.