Chapter 8 Millennium Dao Fruit "Boy, now obediently come out to die, I can consider leaving you a whole corpse!" The middle-aged monk's tone was arrogant, his narrow eyes were full of contempt, and the fairy sword was held in his hand, and the cold light was shining.

He already has the intention of killing Wuheng!

"The tone is not small, then just try it!" Wu Heng knew that he couldn't dodge, so he didn't hesitate, and his whole body burst out of golden divine power in vain, rising from the snow. His whole body was covered in snow, and the tiger's body was shaken, and the snow turned into snowflakes and fell on the ground, like fireworks blooming.

"Hmph, it's just a mortal monk, give me a death hand!" The fairy sword in his hand burst out with dazzling brilliance, and the middle-aged monk took the lead, and in the next second, it had already slashed into Wu Heng's neck.

Wu Heng's pupil strength is exquisite, he has already noticed it, and hurriedly jumped back dozens of meters, this person's cultivation is a big realm higher than Wu Heng, it is very tricky for him to retreat with his whole body, and his heart is in turmoil at this time.

The middle-aged monk slashed into the void with a sword, bringing up a hunting wind that blew the surrounding leaves crookedly. Seeing that Wu Heng was able to react, he was quite surprised in his heart, and said, "Yes, you are still the first mortal monk who can dodge my mortal blow!"

No longer verbose, the middle-aged monk's whole body essence urged to the extreme, the brilliance flowed, dazzling, he controlled the divine thought and threw the fairy sword in the void, the fairy sword was murderous, it seemed to be able to cut off all things, and turned into a streamer and rushed towards Wuheng.

The middle-aged monk smiled and shouted, "Look where you are hiding this time!"

"It's just a mortal immortal sword, why should I dodge!" Wu Heng did not back down, in the face of the immortal sword that was controlled by Shen Nian, he just met it with a fist, as a god body, his fist was the most powerful divine weapon!

"Buzz!"

The sword collided with Wu Heng's fist and made a piercing sound, and before the person retreated, the fairy sword was shocked by Wu Heng's punch, and the brilliance was completely scattered, and it suddenly turned into an ordinary iron sword and fell to the ground.

"You, you dare to destroy my fairy sword...... The middle-aged monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes burst out with monstrous killing intent, the fairy sword was refined by his Yuan Shen and Jing Yuan, and if the fairy sword was destroyed, he would also be seriously injured by his vitality.

But the middle-aged monk was also obviously shocked by Wu Heng, a mortal double heaven cultivator actually used his body to beat his immortal sword into scrap iron, this kind of physical strength is too incredible.

This also made him dare not despise Wu Heng's strength in Xiao.

Wu Heng was obviously no better than there, relying on the strength of his physical body to fight the magic weapon of an acquired double realm monk, which greatly injured his primordial spirit, the tiger's mouth was shocked and bleeding, his face was as pale as snow, and his body trembled and he couldn't stand on his feet.

"Poof"

Suddenly, Wu Heng's throat was hot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and melted into the snow. He secretly said that it was not good, and showing weakness in front of the enemy at this time was obviously to increase the morale of others.

"Hmph, I thought you were a demon, and you can still be safe and sound if you destroy my fairy sword with your body, and now you are dead!" The middle-aged monk's face was pale, but seeing that Wu Heng was already at the end of his crossbow, his blood-stained teeth were particularly hideous.

"Damn it!" The middle-aged monk's whole body burst out with terrifying essence in vain, the murderous aura boiled, the wind raged, and he slapped Wu Heng with an earth-shattering palm.

Wu Heng laughed miserably, and did his best to burst out his divine power, shaking the middle-aged monk's murderous palm.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, emitting endless heaven and earth essences, causing the surrounding flowers and trees to tilt towards it.

After all, the middle-aged monk was a big realm higher than Wu Heng, and the palm he slapped with all his strength directly knocked him out, coughing up a mouthful of blood again, Wu Heng stood up with difficulty, and his eyes shot a terrifying cold glow like a poisonous snake.

Terrifying as a beast on the brink of extinction!

Both of them fought to the death, the middle-aged monk was aggressive, and slapped Wu Heng's chest with a palm again, and the exhausted Wu Heng had no countermeasures to deal with it, and the god body caught the blow hard.

"Squeak. ”

Wu Heng only felt that his chest had been shattered, his whole body was weak, his qi and blood were churning, he had no resistance in the face of the middle-aged monk, a sense of powerlessness poured into his heart, at this moment he remembered the importance of strength, without enough strength to protect himself, he could only be trampled under his feet forever, pinched and raged in his hands.

"Let you destroy my fairy sword, this is the price!" The middle-aged monk burst out, his robe was windless, and Jing Yuan condensed in his palm, bringing a violent wind, and the third palm slapped towards Wu Heng again.

"Boom!" Wu Heng was blasted out like a scarecrow, crashing under an ancient pine tree, and a mouthful of golden blood spurted out, this is the essence blood of the monk's body, so much essence blood gushing away has shown that Wu Heng has no power to resist, he only feels that his body is scattered in all directions, and there is no trace of essence in the sea of qi.

Wu Heng was not beaten to death, but the middle-aged monk's palm was already numb, his face was full of shock, a mortal two-heaven monk could actually use his body to hard-catch the three palms he hit with all his strength, it was simply a demon!

Looking at Wu Heng's murderous eyes, the middle-aged monk's heart trembled, and a cold air inexplicably poured out of his heart, making his hands and feet tremble, and he couldn't move, and he was horrified in his heart, what was going on?

"Alas, poor little fellow, being beaten like this by a waste monk is really insulting to the ancient name of the Xuanbing Divine Body!" Xuehua appeared in Wu Heng's mind with a mocking voice.

"Hmph, I'm just talking about the wind and cold now, why didn't you make a move earlier?" Wu Heng was furious in his heart, if the Ice Spirit Cold Flame made a late move, it was estimated that he would have been killed by that monk.

But now Wuheng, even if he doesn't die, is crippled......

"Giggles, I'm weak, and it's on other people's heads, if you don't have a good experience of you, a waste material with no ambitions, how can you work hard to cultivate the Tao in the future?"

"Hmph!" Wu Heng's heart was furious, and he was no longer the usual sixteen-year-old boy who could only smile hippie.

"Okay, silly boy, don't be angry with me, go and drink the blood of that iceberg snow bear, it will be very good for you, and with my current strength, it will only be enough to help you control that monk for half a minute. ”

The middle-aged monk was frightened at this moment, his whole body was frozen in ice, only two eyeballs could move, he saw Wu Heng standing up like an emotionless beast, his body was rickety, he walked crookedly, and his white robe was already stained red with blood.

The most terrifying thing is Wu Heng's cold eyes, as long as they look at each other, the whole person is like falling into an ice cave, and the cold breath penetrates people's hearts, this is murderous, very terrifying murderous aura...... He couldn't imagine that such a young boy could shoot such a demonic look in his eyes.

However, what made the middle-aged monk feel strange was that Wu Heng swept directly past him, as if ignoring his existence, and walked directly towards the cumbersome corpse of the iceberg snow bear.

Like a beast, Wu Heng directly tore apart the fur of the huge iceberg snow bear, plunged into the belly of the snow bear, and gulped the snow bear's whole body blood.

Sure enough, the heaven and earth elixir had not completely dissolved in the snow bear's body, and a fragrant medicinal fragrance came to the nose, overflowing with aura, refreshing people's hearts, making people feel refreshed for a while, and even the surrounding plants and trees couldn't help but suck in the overflowing aura.

The Ice Spirit Cold Flame had already seen that the Iceberg Snow Bear must have swallowed the elixir of heaven and earth, so its strength had increased greatly, and what it had devoured was the extremely rare thousand-year-old Dao Fruit in the world, this kind of elixir was very useful for monks, especially for monks who had not awakened their Dao souls.

"It seems that this kid has a great creation, he has just been born, and he can meet the Heaven and Earth Treasure Spirit!" Ice Spirit Cold Flame whispered to himself in his heart.

Wu Heng was already furious, ignoring his image, drinking blood and hair, and drank most of the blood of the iceberg snow bear in one breath, and his terrifying actions made the middle-aged monk who was frozen in ice stunned and nauseated. He found that he seemed to have provoked a monster with a low cultivation level, but he was very wicked.

"Bang. ”

The sealing time passed, and the ice that had frozen the middle-aged monk cracked in vain and turned into shattered ice. Wu Heng didn't realize it, sucking the blood of the snow bear, if you look closely, you will find that Wu Heng's eyes are extremely wrong at the moment, and his dark eyes have gradually become blood red......

Wu Heng turned his back to himself, this is a great opportunity to kill him!

The middle-aged monk was overjoyed, he had already begun to fear this young man who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he had to deal with this demonic figure as soon as possible.

A small golden doll floated above the middle-aged monk's head, but the size of a fist, it seemed to be a reduced version of his body dozens of times, this is the natal primordial god of martial arts, once the primordial god is dispersed, then he will be doomed.

Now he can't take care of it, he has already seen the mystery in it, if Wu Heng sucks up the essence blood of the iceberg snow bear, then this demonic young man will definitely have a great momentum, and it will be extremely difficult to deal with.

After the middle-aged monk squeezed out the primordial god, the golden doll skyrocketed in size, and directly turned into a giant more than three meters tall, and pounced on Wu Heng with his back to it like a ghost.

"Be careful!" the Ice Spirit Cold Flame admonished in Wu Heng's mind.

"Hmph!" Wu Heng, whose eyes were blood-red, was not afraid, turned around, stretched out his big hand and grabbed the neck of the golden puppet, the golden puppet more than three meters tall was shocked and wanted to retreat immediately, but it found that its whole body was condensed by cold ice and could not move.

Wu Heng directly grabbed the golden puppet's neck like a devil, as if to crush it.

"This, how is this possible?" The middle-aged monk standing dozens of meters away looked panicked, and Wu Heng felt like he was about to suffocate as if he had grabbed his neck.

Something even weirder happened.

Wu Heng's eyes were red, and he opened his mouth directly, as if he wanted to swallow the golden puppet that couldn't move.

"You, what do you want to do?" the middle-aged monk cried out with horror in his eyes.

But Wu Heng's expression was indifferent, completely ignoring his shouts, he swallowed the huge golden doll directly into his stomach, and a thick essence instantly poured into his sea of qi, and the essence was abundant.

"No, don't ......" the middle-aged monk shouted hysterically, his whole body was stunned, he had never seen such a strange thing in his life, a martial cultivator actually swallowed his primordial spirit into his stomach!!

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