As he spoke, Lu Bei ignored the onlookers and locked his eyes on the purple-robed monk.
She Xuan had the chance to obtain the blood of the snake god, and her abilities had greatly improved. With supernatural powers at her disposal, let alone these half-dead cripples, even if he himself came on the field, he might not be able to defeat her without taking off his clothes.
Without thinking too much, only the purple-robed monk has this ability.
She Xuan stood aside, not waiting for sweet words, because she didn't care, she said with a little dissatisfaction: "He is the successor of the 'Corpse Sewing Dao', his magic skills are strange and unpredictable, he is good at imprisoning the soul and sewing corpses for his own use. The ones behind are flesh puppets he refined, be careful, don't fall for his tricks."
I have heard of the Demonic Corpse Dao and the Monster Corpse Dao, but what is the Stitching Corpse Dao? Is it a school in the old version
Lu Bei frowned and suddenly realized, "So it's the Corpse Sewing Sect. No wonder it's so difficult. It looks like a strong enemy."
I guess you don’t know at all!
She Xuan rolled her eyes. Out of consideration for the man's face, she didn't say it directly, and continued to transmit: "His realm is above the Xiantian realm. I haven't found out the details yet. It will be safer for us to join forces later."
"No rush. I have learned a few new tricks recently. This is a rare opportunity. I'll practice on him first. If my skill is average, I'll add one more from you." Lu Bei was eager to try out the Immortal Sword Intent after acquiring it.
She Xuan said nothing after hearing this. She rubbed the gold bracelet with her fingertips and slowly stepped back, giving Lu Bei room to get beaten.
The man has been a little bit carried away lately, so a good beating won't hurt.
Seeing She Xuan retreat, the eldest sister and others looked at each other, tentatively retreated a few steps, and when they saw that the purple-robed monk did not object, they quickened their pace and retreated a distance.
"You are very good. You have cultivated a strong physique in the innate realm that is rare even among the gods. You can become my disciple." The purple-robed monk said lightly. Others who entered the secret realm regarded the treasures of heaven and earth as opportunities, but he was different. He came here to purchase goods.
Currently on the shopping list, She Xuan's bloodline and Lu Bei's body are firmly at the top two, both of which make him salivate.
"You're not bad, your little mouth looks like it's been smeared with manure, but you can't be a manure boy in my goose sect."
Lu Bei snorted disdainfully, his eyes swept across the purple-robed monk's body, and instantly saw through his biggest weakness.
Face.
boom!!
The grass and mud flew everywhere, and the remaining shadow on the spot froze.
Lu Bei raised his fist to clear the way. In the air flow explosion that was like a raging storm, the tip of his fist raged with sound waves, rubbing against the blood-red air column, breaking through layer by layer, and blasting out with the roar of tigers and dragons.
The punch mark is terrifying and the power is terrifying.
The purple-robed monk was overjoyed when he saw this. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and slowly raised his right arm to block the way the fist would pass.
Crash-
The purple-robed monk's clothes rustled as he took the punch, only to find that he had underestimated the power of the punch.
The moment the fist connected, the sound of bells ringing exploded in his ears, and an indescribable terrifying force spread from the palm of his hand and vented to every tiny part of his body.
In an instant, all the muscles, bones, flesh, and even internal organs in his body were shaking violently under this terrifying force.
The skin turned from white to black, and wisps of blood escaped. It was hit by the violent fist wind and turned into mist and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
BANG!!
All the force of the fist exploded in his body, and the purple-robed monk retreated seven or eight steps in succession. With each step, a hole in his robe would burst open. When he stopped, his right arm that had received the fist was exposed to the air.
Dense scales cover its strong arms, and the outline of its muscles is clearly visible. It looks like both a human and a monster, and it is unknown what species it is.
"I underestimated you..."
The purple-robed monk shook his right arm, waved his hand to tear off the sleeve of his left arm, and put his fists in front of his body to clash with metal. He was overjoyed and said, "Daoist, I have been in Wu Zhou for ten years. This is the first time I have encountered a physical cultivator who can hurt my flesh. I want to see what you have!"
Like most of his opponents, the purple-robed cultivator also mistook Lu Bei for a demon cultivator. To be more precise, he thought Lu Bei was a demon in disguise.
Lu Bei did not reply, but stared at the torn clothes of the purple-robed monk. The dark blue arms and torso were extremely out of proportion, there were stitches on many parts of the body, and the skin color was also different...
It turns out to be a stitched monster.
After finding out the background of the purple-robed monk, his expression suddenly became strange.
The so-called stitched monsters are how bold people are and how productive they are. The indigenous NPCs are limited by information channels and have a serious lack of imagination. If the players learn the magic skill of stitching corpses, the style of the world of immortal cultivation will change every year, even more frequently than the version updates.
This year demons are everywhere, next year tentacles are everywhere, and the year after that the streets will be full of minotaurs...
Not to mention what’s far away, just the few puppets over there, if controlled by players, would look like lifelike figures.
He sold it for money and became rich enough to rival a country in three months. He bought Fox Er as a maid.
It's a pity that it is against the will of heaven and it is not a business done by carbon-based life. Otherwise, Lu Bei would never let go of this business. A gentleman loves money but gets it in a proper way, so it is more suitable for him to cut leeks.
"Besides, that punch just now was probably not your full strength. If you perform well, I will let you go and let you become a part of my body."
The purple-robed monk raised his fist, and a phantom appeared, with countless blood-red arrows stabbing at Lu Bei. The latter raised his fist, blasting the air, shattering the blood-red light into pieces, and the broken arrows were ejected all over the ground.
Lu Bei took a deep breath and activated his skill "Sword Body". Amidst the sound of air explosions like a string of cannonballs, he took three steps at a time and slammed in front of the purple-robed monk.
He raised his five fingers together and chopped down the hurricane with his hand knife, like a giant axe splitting a mountain, and the momentum was several times higher than before.
Under the violent airflow, the bronze mask on the purple-robed monk's face shattered at the edges, and the faintly visible black eyes suddenly burned.
boom!
Boom—
A series of thunderbolts exploded, and Lu Bei's fists and palms moved forward together. His attack was like a violent storm, which easily tore through the blood and light column and blasted it all towards the purple-robed monk's stitched body.
The purple-robed monk wanted to test Lu Bei's limit. He didn't dodge or evade. He raised his fists and took Lu Bei's attack head-on, fighting him back and forth.
Where the two men fought, mud and grass debris were swept into the sky, and the sky was three feet high within dozens of feet. Every time there was a collision, a strong wind would hit and clean the surroundings, forcing the onlookers to retreat again and again.
"Big sister, the one who fought with Master has extraordinary innate abilities. She is simply a monster. It is not a good idea for us to just watch. If Master investigates, we will be punished."
One person whispered, "Why not take this opportunity to join forces to capture that Xiantian lover? He will be afraid of the consequences, and Master will surely win."
"That's right."
"Me too!"
"What bullshit are you talking about!"
The pretty female cultivator's face darkened, and she glared at her useless fellow disciples. Then she said slowly, "Master has unparalleled magic power, why does he need our help? Just watch carefully, that Xiantian will definitely not last long."
As she spoke, the beautiful female cultivator clenched her fists, fixed her gaze on the center of the battlefield, and silently cheered for Lu Bei.
Three years ago, she was seeking for an opportunity and met a purple-robed monk, who beat her to death on the spot and turned her into a half-dead flesh puppet. Since then, she has been serving the purple-robed monk with a living dead body, her soul imprisoned, unable to control her body, and unable to even ask for a quick death.
Because she had the highest cultivation level, she became the eldest sister among the puppets. The other puppets were in a daze, muddling along under the power of the purple-robed monk. Only she was different, she had not given up struggling, and was unwilling to give up any chance to die.
On the other side, She Xuan secretly guarded against the puppets' sneak attacks, stayed away from the center of the battle, and calmed the restless golden-scaled snake.
"It's useless. The body of the Corpse Seamer is made of dead things. Your venom can't hurt him."
She Xuan's face flashed with a hint of dissatisfaction: "On the contrary, it's the other dead man. I don't know what kind of magic he has practiced recently. He has become more and more powerful. It's really annoying. Doesn't he have a bottleneck?"
Boom! Boom! Boom—
Amid the sound of fists hitting flesh, Lu Bei's punching speed became faster and faster, and the Taoist in purple robe gradually found it difficult to keep up. As a stream of air passed by, the bronze mask could not bear the weight and the broken fragments peeled off and scattered.
Under the mask is an extremely charming face, with fair skin, bright eyes and white teeth, and a little bit of powder and rouge embellishment, reflecting her charming and beautiful temperament.
Poor head, I wonder which fairy has suffered this misfortune.
Lu Bei turned a blind eye, and with his arm he blocked the long fist that was coming straight at his face. He sneered and raised his palm, and stabbed the purple-robed Taoist's chest like a sword.
The fingertips emitted a scorching white cold light, as fast as a ghost.
The skill 'Immortal Sword Intent·Remnant' is mixed with a little 'Innate Qi', and adjusted with the energy storage + critical strike of 'Dark Tide', the lethality is close to 100,000.
Oops!
The moment the sword was close to his body, the Taoist in purple robe realized that something was wrong. His body flashed and he seemed to be about to jump away.
It's too late.
The sword finger was as powerful as a bamboo that could break through anything. It easily penetrated the hard skin that the purple-robed Taoist had stitched on his chest, breaking through the muscles, sternum, heart... layer by layer.
Lu Bei's arm penetrated the purple-robed Taoist's chest and went through his back. Just as he was about to finish him off, a shadow flashed in front of him. He turned around and saw that the purple-robed Taoist had instantly moved dozens of meters away.
"What a good sword, what a good sword intention! He deliberately concealed his weakness just for this fatal blow, what a good plan!"
The purple-robed Taoist had a big hole in his chest. He sat facing south and was well ventilated. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his broken heart, saying coldly, "You destroyed the devil's heart that I have treasured for many years. Today, I will fight you to death and I will definitely chop off your head and take your sword heart!"
"You have such a bad vision. What's the use of having a heart? It's obvious that the most powerful thing about Ding is his mouth. Everyone says it's good after using it." Lu Bei chuckled.
She Xuan: “…”
It's a well-founded argument and she can hardly refute it.
The purple-robed Taoist lost his magic heart, and his powerful magic power dropped greatly, from the vagueness before, to the early stage of the transformation of the spirit. Because his magic heart was damaged, he lost the ability to flash and teleport, and regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.
Obviously, his strength was much higher than Lu Bei's, but he let down a little to test the quality of the goods...
Thinking of this, the Taoist in purple robe didn't dare to be careless anymore, and he roared like a tiger, which blew away all his clothes.
I saw a colorful body covered with traces of stitches and needles. The Taoist practice was a beautiful woman's face, the demon practice was flesh and blood, the devil practice was the internal organs, and the Buddhist practice was the spine and bones. It can be said that it has combined the strengths of each school into one.
It doesn't even have wings, it's just an ordinary piece of stuff.
Glancing at the long scaly tail swinging behind the old devil, Lu Beiwang secretly despised it, thinking that his imagination was too poor. If it were a player, the tail would definitely grow in the front.