I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

"Well, although it doesn't fit my usual style, what you said makes sense. Let's give it a try." Lu Wenwu shrugged, "After all, since I'm here, I should try to integrate into the local customs and practices, otherwise I'll seem like I'm not sociable."

Spiritual communication is a lot to describe, but in fact it only takes a moment.

The reaction speed of the soul is definitely not comparable to that of the flesh and blood body, and a huge amount of information can be exchanged in a moment.

Lu Wenwu adjusted his vocal cords, turned his head to look at the True Lord of Life, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Me? I am the Blood Pattern Ancestor Jia Wulie, the Lord of Zhennan City, who are you?"

He didn't lie much at ordinary times, so he was a little unskilled at this time.

However, with the glimmer of killing energy he released, plus the "Life Armor" transformed from the scarlet abyss, the credibility of this statement suddenly increased.

It fits the stereotype of the Jia people in the minds of the cultivators who entered.

The Jia people will not shout and kill the human race as soon as they meet, but they will not have a good face either.

They are extremely wary and cautious of humans, and seem to be ready to use magic weapons to fight a life-and-death battle at any time.

"I am one of the great elders of Tianji Tower, and my Taoist name is Mingli. May I ask Daoist Xuewen, have you ever seen a demon in your world? This demon calls himself Tyrannosaurus, and has killed countless people in his life. His karma is boundless, and everyone can kill him. The three of us are here to guard him and will do our best to eliminate harm from the world."

"Demon?"

Lu Wenwu calmly closed the distance between him and Mingli Zhenzun, and his voice was faintly mixed with an indescribable excitement.

"Are you talking about a tall, fire-using, and canine-like demon monk who swallows the golden elixir and the primordial infant alive after defeating his opponent?"

Mingli Zhenzun's eyes lit up: "That's right! Daoist, have you seen it?"

"Yes, of course."

What responded to him was the military killing fist that suddenly blasted out after removing the disguise.

Lu Wenwu smiled grimly and returned to his original appearance, with flames surging on his fist.

"It's you, Grandpa Tyrannosaurus!"

"Bad!"

Mingli Zhenzun's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted in his heart. A round shield magic weapon suddenly appeared in front of him, shining brightly.

The heavy earth-yellow color instantly turned into a phantom of a mountain, blocking the path of the military killing fist.

His Taoist name is Mingli. He is proficient in the art of fortune-telling and has amazing talent and perception in spiritual perception. Even the peak cultivators who are about to ascend to the sky will not be stronger than him in spiritual perception.

When Lu Wenwu's military killing fist just started, Mingli Zhenzun's spiritual perception was frantically warning, and his heart was beating wildly.

It was a great crisis that seemed to fall in the next second, reminding him to use as many means as possible to defend himself. It was too late to escape or attack at this time.

"Looking for death!"

"Be careful!"

Shuoguang Jianzun and Molu Zhenzun, who had been wary of Lu Wenwu, reacted at the same time.

When they attacked together, the sword light and three talismans flashed in an instant.

The three talismans flashed rapidly in the air. The small teleportation talisman used for small-scale space transfer flashed in the air and turned into ashes, sending the other two talismans out.

The first fifth-level iron imperial talisman to arrive was directly attached to the shadow of the hill released by the True Master of Destiny.

In an instant, the shadow became real.

The hill was like a cast of gold and iron, with a metallic luster in the black.

The third divine sword talisman used for attack and the sword light released by the Sword Master of Light blasted towards Lu Wenwu.

"Strong and powerful, strong and powerful!"

Lu Wenwu was not surprised but happy, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

Without any intention of dodging, he rushed straight towards the attack.

At this moment, the three gods were stunned at the same time.

What! ?

He didn't dodge!

In the long lives of the three gods, they had seen such a brutal monk in fighting style.

But in most cases, such people die before reaching the Nascent Soul stage, and the rest do not live to reach the God Transformation stage.

It is hard to say about the God Transformation monsters.

But every God Transformation cultivator is basically a steady monster + a cunning old man.

Even sword cultivators do not have such a fierce fighting style.

The abilities of high-level cultivators are all kinds of strange, and basically no one dares to take the opponent's attack and exchange injuries with the opponent.

Who knows what difficult things are hidden in the opponent's attack?

Besides, why waste defense means and spiritual power to resist attacks that can be avoided?

In the cognition of the God Transformation cultivator, such a blood volume and spiritual power exchange is a loss.

It is already a blood profit to use a small unit of spiritual power to exchange the opponent's large unit of spiritual power. There is no need to use blood to exchange for the rhythm of attack.

It is normal for a battle between high-level cultivators to last for three days and three nights.

It is a loss to use one's own injuries to exchange for the rhythm of an attack, and it is very easy to lay the groundwork for the failure of the battle.

The fifth-level Divine Sword Talisman was directly transmitted by the Small Teleport Talisman, so it was the fastest and was directly printed on Lu Wenwu's forehead.

"Bang!"

The Divine Sword Talisman, which was like a silver drill, seemed to hit a mountain, stirring up countless silver and white.

The blood dragon scales on Lu Wenwu's forehead shattered, and the jade-like skull in the bloody and blurred forehead area could almost be seen.

"Boom!"

The military killing fist instantly blew up the earth-attributed defensive magic weapon strengthened by the fifth-level iron protection talisman, and turned into a real phantom of a small mountain, and the round shield behind it was smashed by Lu Wenwu with one punch.

The true meaning of martial arts condensed into a magic knife, slashing towards the head of the True Lord of Destiny.

The three Divine Transformation monks worked together to resolve the terrifying force of Lu Wenwu's punch, but they failed to stop the remaining fist intent of this punch.

If the fist intent did not dissipate, the weak body of the True Lord of Destiny would explode into a bloody rain in an instant.

"Swish!"

When Lu Wenwu smashed the defensive magic weapon of the True Lord of Destiny, the sword light of the Sword Lord of Light also pierced his chest at the same time.

The blood dragon scales failed to completely block the extremely sharp sword intent, and there was still a trace of sword light piercing through Lu Wenwu's left chest, shooting through the front of his heart, and splitting out a sword mark half the width of a fingernail.

Blood with a faint golden glow spurted out under the pressure, looking extremely miserable.

The power of the God-casting Body and the True Dragon Battle Body was fully demonstrated at this time.

Without any defense, Lu Wenwu was hit by the sword cultivator in the face, and only suffered some superficial injuries.

Yes, this is superficial injuries.

For Lu Wenwu, this is not even an injury.

In one breath, the wounds on the chest and forehead were repaired, and it looked as if there was no battle.

"This time the opponent is very alert, the reaction speed is a bit fast, there is something." Lu Wenwu gave a very pertinent evaluation.

It's not that he hasn't done this kind of thing before, and suddenly attacked after getting close.

But so far, only the True Master of Destiny can really predict and make effective defenses.

The second place in the defense against Lu Wenwu's sudden attack is the evil old Taoist whose grave grass has been several meters high.

He tried to defend and counterattack, but his soul flew away just after he released half of his move, and was killed by Lu Wenwu's punch.

"Evil demon, why don't you surrender quickly and confess your crime!"

Mo Lu Zhenzun waved a small flag in his left hand, and stacks of talismans continued to appear in his right hand.

These long talismans seemed to have their own lives, constantly releasing light and flying into the air, and then quickly burned out in the air, releasing one strange wave after another.

"Condensate!"

Accompanied by Mo Lu Zhenzun's low shout, the surrounding formation flags shone brightly at the same time.

Lu Wenwu, who was about to take advantage of the victory, felt his body suddenly stagnate, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and his whole body suddenly became slow, and even his body became a little heavy.

Several main bodies used to carry the runes themselves collapsed, and only the characters condensed in the air were auspicious thousands of colors.

Under the guidance and control of the Mo Lu Zhenzun, those colorful lines were like ballistic missiles that could lock onto targets, bombarding Lu Wenwu one after another.

Every time a rune print exploded on Lu Wenwu, a unique force would begin to erode Lu Wenwu's body.

Freezing, burning, corrosion, curse, slowness, mental confusion.

In this kind of battle where only one person had to face, the Mo Lu Zhenzun, who had prepared sufficient talismans, had a great advantage and almost completely controlled Lu Wenwu in place, constantly giving him various negative buffs every moment.

"Devil, die!"

The three-foot blue blade of the Shuoguang Sword Master was completely unsheathed, and the flying sword flashing with a light golden glow was cold and shining, bursting with coldness.

A sword was handed out, and the extreme sharpness seemed to split the space.

Unparalleled sword energy crisscrossed, and even the eyes of the Sword Master of Light flashed with powerful sword intent, as if the whole person had become a sword, a sword that traversed the world.

This seemingly invincible long sword once again chopped towards Lu Wenwu's head.

On the other side, even if only the military killing fist with fist intent was left, it was not something that the True Master of Fate could easily take.

Even without the blessing provided by the sea of ​​blood, this incomplete fist intent was still powerful.

Ordinary Yuanying cultivators would die if they touched it or rubbed it!

The powerful spiritual perception reminded him and made him predict the upcoming crisis.

But many times, just knowing the future is useless.

You have to be able to do something to change or reverse it.

Obviously, the True Master of Fate who can cultivate to the level of transformation of the spirit has something, but not much.

After all, he was born in the Tianji Tower, and he did not follow the path of competing with others. Naturally, his means of fighting were inferior, and he could only barely be called mediocre.

After Lu Wenwu blew up his defensive magic weapon and only managed to defend against half of the attack, True Master Mingli felt that his whole body was about to break apart.

The attacking fist made his scalp numb, and the pulsation of his spiritual sense almost broke through his sea of ​​consciousness and shattered his spiritual platform.

What made him even more sad was that Master Shuoguang Jianzun and True Master Molu had no intention of helping the good guys to the end, and they directly used it as a timing to launch a rush attack on Tyrannosaurus Demon Master.

That's right.

The other party had no friendship with him, and no deal, so why would he give up this excellent attack opportunity to save himself?

Their mission was to kill Tyrannosaurus Demon Master here, so as to prevent the demonic forces from growing again and causing trouble in the heart of the Immortal Alliance, causing excessive suffering to the peaceful and peaceful mortals.

If they didn't seize the opportunity to attack fiercely and let the other party escape, then the three of them would be sinners for all eternity.

That's all.

Mingli Zhenzun took out a pill and swallowed it at the fastest speed in his life, and then activated eleven life-saving talismans in succession, while maximizing the defensive magic array effect of his robe.

He originally tried to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to weaken the fist intent, but it seemed to be useless.

It was an attack with a strong spiritual imprint released after a certain will reached its extreme.

Separated from heaven and earth and spiritual energy, the power of heaven and earth had a very poor effect on weakening the fist intent.

"Bang bang bang bang bang"

A crisp shattering sound appeared in the sky.

The defensive means activated by Mingli Zhenzun were broken one after another, and the talismans turned into burning powder in an instant.

When the damaged fist intent of the Jundao Killing Fist once again smashed the defensive light shield of the protective robe, it was imprinted on the chest of Mingli Zhenzun.

"Crack!"

"Puff!"

His chest collapsed in an instant, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face was as pale as gold paper in an instant.

The pill swallowed by Mingli Zhenzun before turned into a warm current in the shape of chalcedony in his heart, spreading in all directions, and quickly repaired the body that was damaged by the fist!

The most core medicinal power protected the heart meridian, and Mingli Zhenzun was lucky enough to survive!

If he knew about Lu Wenwu's past achievements, he should feel proud and excited.

With only one realm higher than Lu Wenwu, he was only seriously injured by his sudden punch, which was full of gold content!

Mingli Zhenzun barely saved his life, and even had enough breath to return to the battle after recuperating for a while.

The two people who fought with Lu Wenwu only felt extremely difficult at this time.

At first, the money-capable player Mo Lu Zhenzun scattered a lot of talismans and assisted with the trap formation, and the two fought with ease.

There was a back and forth with Lu Wenwu, but it was a bit uncomfortable to be countered by the opponent's anti-armor.

But since Lu Wenwu had accumulated enough blood rage and entered the dragon form without hesitation, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse and became a stalemate.

And this stalemate was about to be broken.

Lu Wenwu was never afraid of dragging out the battle, let alone exchanging blood with the opponent.

But these two incarnation monks were afraid.

Facing a monster that seemed to be invincible and powerful to a terrifying degree, even the shining sword master who was not happy with things or sad with himself felt a little scared.

The endless sea of ​​blood descended at the same time as the dragon form, and the rolling demonic energy and blood evil energy even polluted the surrounding spiritual power.

The two incarnation monks needed to spend more time to obtain less spiritual power replenishment than before.

After a certain number of superpositions, the quantitative change finally caused a qualitative change.

The destruction of the small world was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Even if the blood sea today is still just a phenomenon that spontaneously condensed because of Lu Wenwu's excessive killing, without any human control, the impact on the battle situation is still immeasurable.

Mo Lu Zhenzun even felt a little fear about Lu Wenwu's existence.

This was far beyond the terrifying blood sea of ​​the Blood River Patriarch!

This was far beyond the bloody evil spirit of any demon lord!

Could it be that a former peak demon lord was reincarnated and resurrected?