Although the Sanskrit Holy Body is now released all over his body, when he rushes towards Wang Changrui with the Sanskrit Holy Palm in his hand, he can still clearly feel a sense of oppression.
Even though Wang Changrui was standing there completely motionless, the aura that was not deliberately revealed on his body still made Zhao Jiuge feel frightened.
The realm of transformation into gods and the realm of spiritual elixirs are completely separated by two realms. No matter how domineering the Sanskrit Holy Body is, it will not help in the face of this huge gap.
The closer he got to Wang Changrui, the slower Zhao Jiuge's pace suddenly slowed down, and it was obvious that the glazed golden light on his body was being squeezed and shrinking.
Zhao Jiuge stopped when he was only three steps away from Wang Changrui and looked at the master of the Blood Fiend Pavilion coldly.
Wang Changrui looked at Zhao Jiuge who was close at hand with disdain, smiled softly, his eyes were full of provocation, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why do you still have a character like you? With only a small level of cultivation in the Lingdan realm, you dare to kill demons." Are you using your name to deal with me, the Blood Demon Pavilion? I think you don’t take our Blood Demon Pavilion seriously.”
The disdain on his lips, the contempt on his face, and the harshness of his words all stimulated Zhao Jiuge's self-esteem, and the unhappiness aroused by Lin Banruo's words was completely ignited.
There was no rebuttal, no yelling, and no loss of reason. Zhao Jiuge's eyes glowed with cold light, and he was slightly hunched up, ready to attack. He looked like a beast that had discovered its prey and was about to deliver a fatal blow. The glazed golden light kept flashing around him, resisting the oppressive feeling emanating from Wang Changrui's body.
"I'm too lazy to kill someone like you." Wang Changrui looked at the somewhat angry Zhao Jiuge and continued to hit him. He enjoyed this feeling of soul torture, especially when killing people. Before killing, let him know The psychological fear of others can also give him an inexplicable pleasure.
While Wang Changrui was speaking, Zhao Jiuge moved crazily, completely unafraid of the pressure from the front. He raised his palms and curled up into a glazed golden light, intending to slap Wang Changrui's body.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities." After saying it in an understatement, Wang Changrui waved his hand, and a faint blood-colored light was released directly.
The impact of the blood-colored spiritual light made Zhao Jiuge stagger, take a step back, and at the same time let out a muffled groan, his face turned a little pale, but nothing could be seen under the cover of the glazed golden light. Under this collision, the glazed golden light on his body, It also became a lot darker.
Holding back the pain in his body, Zhao Jiuge took a breath, and his spiritual power began to circulate rapidly again. He exerted force and continued to take tiger steps in an attempt to get closer to Wang Changrui.
Wang Changrui brows were a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zhao Jiuge could withstand the spiritual power he released casually. This time it was his turn to be a little surprised. Zhao Jiuge, who looked a little crazy, continued to rush forward so arrogantly. The smile on Wang Changrui's face His mind gradually became colder, and his eyes burst out with fierce murderous intent. He lost patience with this kind of clown.
The moment Zhao Jiuge approached him, a burst of blood wrapped around Zhao Jiuge. The blood thread as thin as tobacco instantly touched the glaze golden light. As soon as the blood thread touched the glaze golden light, the entire halo of the glaze golden light suddenly changed rapidly. dim down.
"Chi chi chi..."
Densely dense, slight noises continued to emit, and the entire glazed golden light seemed to be corroded. Wherever it was touched by blood threads, the Sanskrit Holy Body was broken, leaving the surface layer of glazed golden light with pits.
"Ahhhh..."
Finally, Zhao Jiuge could no longer bear the pain all over his body, and a voice mixed with madness and pain rang out.
Zhao Jiuge didn't care about the pain like needle pricks on his body. He waved out a pair of palms and slapped Wang Changrui's chest hard with a pair of palms emitting bright golden light.
Wang Changrui never expected that a little cultivator in the spiritual elixir realm could withstand two of his attacks. Instead, he was hit in the chest by Zhao Jiuge's desperate attitude.
Wang Changrui took a step back. Although he was hit by Zhao Jiuge, he did not suffer any substantial damage. His eyes were also staring at the rich glazed golden light on Zhao Jiuge's body with some doubts, as if he could now see the extraordinary nature of this body refining technique.
On the other hand, in a short period of time, Zhao Jiuge's aura was extremely weak, and the aura he exuded was relatively bleak. He was already exhausted in the canyon, and now being beaten twice by a monk in the incarnation realm was even more overwhelming.
The strange thing is that the glazed golden light corroded by the blood thread has no sign of recovery at all, but is dyed with a faint red light. Looking from a distance, Zhao Jiuge seems to be shining with two kinds of spiritual light, but that layer of spiritual light Now it is riddled with holes.
The blow was successful and hit Wang Changrui in the chest. Although it did not cause any substantial damage to him, Zhao Jiuge was unyielding. At this moment, he gave up all defenses, regardless of the consequences. He let out a roar again, trying to use the power of his palms to entangle Wang Changrui in order to buy time for the three companions behind him.
However, how could Wang Changrui, who was now so angry and angry, give him a second chance to succeed? He stared at Zhao Jiuge with a fierce look on his face, and did not see any movement from him with his withered right hand. He just made a weak grab and let his thumb in the back burst out a little. The red aura pointed at Zhao Jiuge's abdomen. This time he wanted to kill Zhao Jiuge and directly smashed Zhao Jiuge's elixir.
The sudden scene made Lin Banruo and others behind Zhao Jiuge a little shocked, especially the little girl Song Rujing, whose beautiful eyes were a little red. Looking at Zhao Jiuge's desperate appearance, he felt a little sad, and at the same time he hated Lin Banruo even more. .
"Hurry up and watch, okay?" Song Rujing's hysterical roar woke up Song Yuansheng and Lin Banruo.
Zhao Jiuge did this simply because he wanted to use the power of his Sanskrit Holy Body to entangle Wang Changrui and gain opportunities for the three of them to deal with Wang Changrui. At this moment, the three of them started to move at the same time. Everyone's face was serious, and they had no spare power to deal with an evil cultivator in the spirit transformation realm, and when Zhao Jiuge's birthday was dying, they had no scruples.
Wang Changrui's red light shot directly towards Zhao Jiuge's abdomen. Zhao Jiuge's skin was covered with a chill, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. But the blood-red light that made him feel dangerous came to his abdomen in the blink of an eye. He already felt that his Sanskrit Holy Body could not resist it at all, but it was in vain, and he had no time to react. There was nothing in Zhao Jiuge's mind at this moment. This blow was a full-strength blow from a god-transformation state.
"boom,…"
There was only a loud noise, and Zhao Jiuge's whole body flew out and hit the edge of the blood pool. His body directly opened a gap on one side of the blood pool.
When the bloody aura hit Zhao Jiuge's abdomen, the glazed golden light around Zhao Jiuge's body shattered directly. He could not withstand such a violent attack and turned into dots of starlight. Zhao Jiuge was even worse, before the attack fell on him. , had already suffered a backlash, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
At this time, a burst of purple-blue electric light directly wrapped Zhao Jiuge's whole body, and his whole body was filled with a burst of Hunyuan lightning. At the critical moment, the spiritual weapon armor 'Purple Extreme Hybrid Thunder Armor' on Zhao Jiuge showed its effect.
The bloody red light bombarded the electric light curtain and was immediately dissipated with a smile. However, because of resisting the blow, the 'Purple Extreme Hybrid Thunder Armor' drained the spiritual energy from Zhao Jiuge and it was almost exhausted, so he left. Zhao Jiuge, who was lying on the ground, suddenly twitched several times, his face was so pale that there was no blood at all, and his breath was extremely weak.
The movements of the three people who were about to take action were somewhat stagnant at this moment, but they soon resumed their rhythm. Lin Banruo looked at Zhao Jiuge, who was lying on the ground with unknown life and death, and his beautiful cold eyes finally felt something strange.
Song Yuansheng's face was equally ugly, and his eyes looking at Wang Changrui were full of cruelty.
Perhaps Song Rujing was still young and she was a girl, so when she saw Zhao Jiuge, who was looking embarrassed and unresponsive after taking out a few times, her eye circles suddenly turned red, and she shouted in a sad voice, "I'm going to kill you. "
The little girl was kind-hearted. She met Zhao Jiuge in Wandaozong when she first started her apprenticeship. Although Zhao Jiuge was a little weaker, this was her first friend in her life besides her brother. Now she was taken by the man in front of her. How could she not be angry when the demon was beaten like this
It's just that a few people present, neither the Song brothers and sisters, Lin Banruo, nor Wang Changrui, noticed that when Zhao Jiuge fell to the ground and was knocked away, except for the "Purple Extreme Hybrid Thunder Armor" emanating from the surface of his body, In addition to the purple-blue halo, Zhao Jiuge's waist also emitted a black light. However, this light was not strong and was black, so they did not pay attention to it in this dark cave. .
If you look closely, the item emitting that faint light is the dark Pixiu jade pendant hanging on Zhao Jiuge's waist. There has been no major reaction to this jade pendant since it was worn on Zhao Jiuge, and Zhao Jiuge has been using it as an ordinary accessory and as a relic left to him by the old man. I never thought that when I was practicing, sometimes the remaining spiritual power would be absorbed by this jade pendant. Just now I sensed that Zhao Jiuge was in danger, and a black light was about to erupt from the surface of this jade pendant, but soon I sensed the spiritual power on my body again. The spiritual power emitted by the weapon armor fluctuated, and the black light that had just spurted out immediately retreated.
Wang Changrui was too lazy to take a serious look at the reckless Zhao Jiuge. He believed that even if the kid didn't die immediately, he would still be close to death. Besides, the four people in front of him today would all die, and none of them could escape. All his men Being wiped out without any survivors made him feel furious. Unless he killed all these people and absorbed all their essence and blood, it would be difficult to understand the hatred in his heart. As for the identities of these disciples, he didn't care. Who could find him back in the Southern Barbarian Forest with a hundred thousand mountains