boom!
Zhou Yu and the disciple jumped up and left the deep pit. Six figures on the top of the mountain had already started a fierce battle, causing the earth to shake.
The blood-red magic submerged everything, making it impossible to see clearly what was happening inside, but there were also other spiritual powers that were vibrating and fighting against it.
He glanced at the sky. The fight between Lu Qing and Lin Chutian had not yet been decided. There was still a scene of flames burning the sky and waves of blood. It seemed that the two sides were evenly matched and inseparable.
"It's just that they don't seem to have the upper hand."
If Zhou Yu didn't use his full strength, he would not be able to fight against it.
If that happens, there might be a risk of exposing one's identity.
What's more, the black-robed monk had already injured him with one blow, and his combat power was reduced. Even if he exerted his full strength, he would not be able to break through the layer of blood-colored armor on the outside.
Bang!
Two figures were knocked out by the bloody big hand one after another. Zhou Yu and another disciple jumped out and caught the two.
The moment he fell to the ground, the terrifying force made Zhou Yu and the others step back more than ten steps before they stopped retreating.
"Hold on, brother!"
Zhou Yu hugged the disciple and felt warmth in his hands. He looked down and quickly used his spiritual power to help him stop the bleeding.
It turned out that his chest had been torn by the black-robed monk, and blood was constantly flowing out, staining his clothes and his hands red.
Zhou Yu wanted to take out some medicine to help him heal his wounds, but he didn't know where his bag was, and the medicine was in it.
"I have medicine..."
There was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He pointed weakly at a bag around his waist with one hand and said very weakly.
Zhou Yu quickly reached out and took the bag off. There were some pills in it. They seemed to be medicines that helped the circulation of spiritual energy and promoted the recovery of blood. He didn't care if there were too many and fed him every one.
He also used his own spiritual power to transfer it over to help him heal his wounds and refine the medicine.
"Purple Light Pavilion, nothing special!"
On the top of the mountain, there was the arrogant laughter of a black-robed monk, followed by an even more terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power. A huge explosion with a "bang" made the mountain shake continuously.
The three deacons were forced back and fell down one after another. Each of them was in a very miserable state, with many wounds on their bodies and blood all over their bodies.
The black-robed monk stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at the few people. He was wearing blood-red armor, and five blood-red hands behind him transformed into swords, spears, and halberds. He looked like a demon god slowly coming into the world!
He glanced at everyone and then set his eyes on Zhou Yu.
This made Zhou Yu confused and puzzled. Why was this man so determined to kill him
Could it be that the other party knew him
"Boy, no one can save you today!"
The black-robed monk smiled sinisterly and walked towards him step by step. The aura of a half-step tribulation was slowly pressing down on him.
"You bug from the Wu Palace, it's too early for you to be happy!"
The deacon named Yang snorted coldly, and stood in front again with the other two deacons.
Hearing this, Zhou Yu's expression froze. Martial Palace
What kind of force is that
Why hadn't he heard of it
Since he had never heard of it, why would the other party want to kill him
This made Zhou Yu feel a little depressed.
Do you really think he is a soft persimmon
"Can you stop me?"
The black-robed monk did not take the three people seriously. The five blood-red hands behind him instantly changed into the shapes of five sharp spears.
"Qi and blood are burning!"
The three deacons performed the secret technique at the same time, and the Qi and blood in their bodies were burned and tempered through a special technique.
In exchange for a brief moment of greater power, even their own spiritual energy was stained with blood.
In an instant, the aura increased dramatically. Although it was not as good as that of the black-robed monk, it was also a significant improvement!
“What a nuisance!”
The black-robed monk’s expression could not be seen clearly, but his tone was very dissatisfied.
The five bloody hands transformed into sharp spears, like five bloody snakes, choosing their prey and stabbing continuously, trying to pierce the three people!
boom!
The three deacons were not easy to deal with either. After using their secret method to increase their combat power, they joined forces to fight the enemy and actually held back the black-robed monk.
Although no strange visions appeared, their spiritual powers were different. Some emitted a faint glow, some gave off a murderous aura, and some had a thick and suppressive aura.
"Three deacons, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold them back for long!"
Zhou Yu had a solemn expression on his face. While helping the disciple refine the medicinal power, he was thinking about ways to break the impasse.
Although the secret method of burning blood and qi can help cultivators improve their strength for a short period of time, once the duration is over, the loss of blood and qi will cause the cultivator's strength to drop rapidly.
At that time, the black-robed monk might be able to kill all the people present!
"Deacon Lu..."
Zhou Yu glanced at the sky out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know when the scene in the sky had changed.
The originally evenly matched flames in the sky have gradually suppressed the surging blood-red tide. Not only has the blood-red tide diminished a lot, but its color has also become much lighter.
Obviously, although Lin Chutian has reached the middle stage of the Spirit Control Realm, he can even rival Lu Qing.
However, compared to Lu Qing, who had been in this state for a long time, he still had many shortcomings, and after a long time, he began to feel weak.
"But distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on until Deacon Lu is free."
Zhou Yu withdrew his gaze and looked at the three deacons and the black-robed monk. He didn't know how long the situation, which was barely holding on, could last.
Perhaps the black-robed monk also noticed that Lin Chutian was gradually losing the upper hand against Lu Qing, so his attacks became more fierce.
Especially the five changing sharp spears, which stabbed out continuously and hit the mountain peaks, causing waves of violent sensations!
It seemed as if the mountain would be completely destroyed in the next moment, burying everyone in it.
Bang!
The black-robed monk seized the opportunity, and when the three deacons dodged the attack and scattered, five sharp blood-red spears fell down and hit one of the deacons.
"Old Yang!"
When the two deacons saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed and they jumped up.
The spiritual energy in his body surged and turned into sword energy and knife energy, attacking the black-robed monk, trying to attack Wei to save Zhao.
"Got you!"
When the black-robed monk saw the two deacons rushing forward, he did not panic but laughed instead, as if his conspiracy had succeeded.
Whoosh!
The five sharp spears that were originally attacking Deacon Yang suddenly turned like spirit snakes and stabbed at the two deacons one after another!
Bang!
The knife energy and sword energy exploded one after another, but only three of the five sharp blood-red spears were shaken away, and the remaining two blood-red spears still stabbed at the two deacons.
"Mountain Seal, suppress!"
The deacon named Yang suddenly jumped up and roared angrily.