Chapter 21: The Mysterious Old Man

Under the impact of extreme pain, Yi Tian's last trace of consciousness hung dead on his only consciousness, and the sharp pain and fear occupied his limbs, pulling him trembling, and his face beat hideously under the drive of gritting his teeth.

Yi Tian was held by Wei Teng's throat, his breathing was intermittent, his breath was dying, his face was red and his ears were red, the feeling of suffocation was extremely uncomfortable, and he struggled with his arms.

The sore arms finally climbed up to Wei Teng's raised right arm, wanting to insert ten fingers into the flesh and blood of Wei Teng's arm, when he desperately spared no effort, trying to stab Wei Teng and make him let go.

The next moment, he finally felt the strength of the third order of the king level, not only was his cultivation realm powerful and profound, but even his physical body had reached the strong defensive power of the same realm, so in this preliminary comparison, he briefly made an understanding of the strength of the body that he had always been proud of.

The strength of the physical body is probably below the third order, the first order is above, and the specific strength is difficult for him to judge for his shallow understanding of cultivation.

At least the king-level level is certain, and it is no wonder that Lan Yu and the others are helpless against themselves The gap between the strength of the ninth order of the spirit level and the king-level is not only the distance of the first order, between each great realm, there is a gap, the gap is not a star and a half, and if you can't cross it, you can only stagnate.

Once surpassed, it is a carp jumping over the dragon gate, which is completely different.

The knuckles rattled like thunder.

Yi Tian tried his best to control the ten sword fingers inserted, the breath of death became stronger and stronger, and the vitality was like a flood of breaking embankments, passing quickly!

But the most powerful fingers are difficult to move an inch, and Wei Teng's seemingly soft arms are as tough as an iron plate.

"Stinky boy, don't die and struggle, it's useless, someone wants you to die, you can't be left behind!" Wei Tengsen said.

Yi Tian struggled to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "I want to - I - life! - do - manage - come - take it." ”

Wei Teng looked at Yi Tian's hateful gaze and smiled evilly: "I have to admit that your kid's physique is really strong, it almost made me shake my intention to accept apprentices, but I can't change my mortal fate!"

"Old-dog!" Yi Tian scolded angrily.

Moo moo moo~

A big mountain moved rapidly, growing but not losing speed, the afterimage had not disappeared, the scorched black tiger stripes had reached Wei Teng's body, and the sharp corner cone was suddenly outside Wei Teng's flying robe, and it was difficult to advance for half a minute.

In the next moment, the indestructible Linggang erupted, and his body, which was more than ten times larger than Wei Teng, was shaken away, like a meteorite falling, and sank into the ground, the horns were dripping with blood, the flesh and blood melted, and it was hideous and terrifying, and even the muscles that were as thick as dark iron were not difficult to crack with twists and turns.

The tiger-striped bull demon struggled to get up, but fell under the huge pit again, and did not move again, his breathing was faint and dying.

"Small—cow!"

Yi Tian gave up the power of resistance, and roared with the last trace of strength, wanting to wake up the tiger striped bull demon, but as soon as he moved, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and his face was full of anxiety.

"Brute! I still want to kill the master! I am innocent of death!" Wei Teng's cold and angry eyes did not turn in the slightest, indifferently ignoring the life and death of the tiger striped bull demon, only the strength of his hand increased in vain, Yi Tian's limbs that swung and resisted hung down weakly, and at the last moment, the fierce eyes were cold, and then collapsed and fell......

Yi Tian's paralyzed body was thrown by Wei Teng casually, and his soft body made a circular movement in the air, startling the wind whirlwind, whistling and about to smash into the dirt pit where the tiger striped bull demon was.

"Cloud Piercing Finger!"

Wei Teng stood with his two fingers, standing upright like a sword, towards Yi Tian's falling body, the white light was like day, extremely scorching, and the spiritual power sent out turned into an incandescent sword, piercing through the clouds and fog, and in every move, it had already penetrated from Yi Tian's lower abdomen to the dantian.

Yi Tian, who was in a coma, subconsciously convulsed and contracted, and his strong defense was like tofu with one blow, and the dantian was completely shattered, and it was difficult to repair it in this life!

For monks, the dantian is the second life, once destroyed, it will be more life than death, and losing the dantian is to lose the qualification to pursue the great avenue of immortality, and in the cultivation world of the weak and the strong, they can only die quietly and spend the rest of their lives in torment.

The festering and broken lower abdomen was like a pile of mud, and the blood was eye-catching, and the blood flowed into the ruins......

"It's your turn!"

Wei Teng smiled with interest, looking cold, desolate and strange.

"Ten Thousand Beasts Grind!"

Wei Teng raised his vacated right arm upward, turned his palm into a lotus hand, and the aura was pervasive, gradually materializing, echoing with the left hand that was casting the demon ape's probing claw, as if turning into a small square world.

The originally imprisoned ghostly mist shrank under the squeeze in an instant, and flew into Wei Teng's claws to form a lotus, and the obscure screams and weird wails came out from the ghostly mist, which made people's scalps tingle and chill!

Wei Teng looked at the twisted and churning ghostly mist, and let out a cold devilish laugh from his mouth, looking cold and hairy, silent like a cicada, staring wolf-likely: "Rare heaven and earth spiritual creatures, when I refine you, I will definitely go to the next level!"

As soon as the tone stopped, the upper and lower lotus flowers rotated rapidly, and under the extremely fast rotation, a tornado that connected the heavens and the earth was formed, and the rampaging ghostly mist swayed in the hurricane, and the body line was pulled more and more slender, as if blending into the tornado.

Wei Teng looked forward to it with interest......

After a while, two small round seats grew in the lotus heart, and nine small holes were born on each of the round seats, and the tornado that connected the sky and the earth became even more violent, and the speed of rotation was terrifying.

Due to its incredible speed, the tornado seems to be illusory and cannot see its true face, as if it is in harmony with heaven and earth.

At this time, the edge of the original round seat gave birth to the phantom of ten thousand beasts, roaring and galloping, so not spectacular!

Driven by the galloping beast shadow, the round seat gradually rotated, faster and faster......

The roaring and wailing sounds of the spirits were dispelled by the shrill sound of the roars of the beasts and the howling of the whirlwind.

Under Wei Teng's expectant gaze, his arms slowly squeezed down, as if there was a combination, and the tornado, which seemed to be illusory and nothing, was pressed and swayed.

Then flames erupted from the nine small holes on the two round seats, enveloping in a whirlwind, forming a monstrous whirlwind of flames that refined the ghostly mist......

Truly!

Roar, roar, roar!

The flames were rushing, the beasts roared, and the blood-red spiritual power gradually appeared......

"Hahaha!" Wei Teng sneered wantonly, his greedy eyes shining!

"Junior......" An old and long, and powerful voice came!

The blood-red petals in Wei Teng's mouth burst out, and his body was swallowed into the misty jungle and disappeared......

A rickety old man appeared where Wei Teng was just now, seemingly slow but as if he had come out of space, and when he reappeared, a faint ghostly mist lay quietly in the palm of his hand......