Win Wuya was chased and killed by the demon cultivators of the half-step Jindan Realm?

A fine light flashed in Zhang Li's eyes.

Win without boundlessness and add the power of the Buddha fruit relics, even the Jindan realm can also fight.

It's just that this Tang Sanji is the descendant elite of the Blue Demon Sect, and he is one of the strongest leaders in this exploration of Wangzhou.

The Blue Demon Sect is the top powerful force in the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, including at least three Earth Immortal Demon Cultivators in the Yuan Infant Realm, as well as several powerhouses in the middle and late stages of the Jindan Realm.

Tang Sanji was the inheritor of a certain Earth Immortal Realm Demon Cultivator, and he had a spiritual weapon-level magic treasure in his hand.

Zhang Li had the Yunze Bagua Mirror in his hand, and he understood what kind of combat power such a treasure could be activated by the power of such a treasure.

A half-step Jindan realm powerhouse, with the help of spiritual weapons, can directly engage with the powerhouse of the third layer of Jindan and be undefeated.

Zhang Li saw from the memory of Peng Teng, the Fog Hidden Gate devoured by the Instrument Spirit, that Tang Sanji had used that spirit weapon to fight with a Jindan third-layer overhaul, and finally drew the game.

"I heard Senior Brother Peng Teng say that Win Wuya seems to be extremely powerful, and he almost didn't come back." Zhang Li whispered, with a hint of indifference in his words.

"This guy is powerful, but Tang Sanji is not alone, and there are Rakshasa Daoists of the Sanming Demon Gate hidden behind."

A look of envy flashed on the face of the demon cultivator who spoke.

Although the Fog Hidden Sect is valued by the various sects in the Ten Thousand Demon Prefecture, in the end, it only looks at the means and can be driven.

It's not like the Blue Demon Sect and the Sanming Demon Sect, because the two sides are equal in strength and have a strong alliance.

In front of these big sects, the people of the Fog Hidden Sect had no chance to be looked at at all.

The Rakshasa Taoist of the Sanming Demon Gate, the veteran demon cultivator of the Jindan Realm.

The Sanming Demon Sect is also a major sect of the Ten Thousand Demon Prefecture, and its strength is not much inferior to that of the Blue Demon Sect.

Also, without this kind of strength, it is impossible to directly explore Wangzhou.

"......I see," Zhang Li whispered softly, then let go of these things, and slowly poked out his hand.

"Look at the bones and bones here."

The two demon cultivators didn't doubt it and stretched out their hands.

At this moment, two blue gray demon qi suddenly locked the bodies of the two people, and then, a cyan sword qi flashed away.

The eyes of the two widened, and the aura on their bodies continued to decline, but they couldn't even make a sound.

Two demon cultivators, one building the foundation realm and one half-step building the foundation, were directly killed by a sword!

The power of the spirit doppelganger is imprisoned, the sharpness of the sword weapon transformed by the magic weapon Yunze Bagua Mirror, and the martial arts powerhouse, the sword cultivation method, and the close blow.

This instantaneous sword shows Zhang Li's exquisite mastery and the power of the treasure.

Whether it is a talisman treasure or a means of protecting the road, even on Yunlan Mountain, few people can have it.

Unconsciously, Zhang Li already had the combat power to surpass the vast majority of the elders in the Yunlan Dao Sect.

The two demon cultivators were directly killed with a sword, and the spirit clone turned into a thick mist and wrapped all three bodies.

By the time the fog cleared, there were only three magic weapons left in front of him, as well as some broken spirit stones and pills.

At this time, the Demon Swinging Bell Spirit Clone that had devoured the bodies and souls of the three Demon Dao cultivators had already condensed its body.

If the spirit clone now returns to the Demon Swinging Bell body and stimulates the power of the Demon Bell, it can directly suppress all cultivators below the fifth level of the Golden Pill.

It's just that if you break away from the main body, the power of the machine spirit is poor, and you can only suppress the enemy who is about five times the foundation building.

Of course, there is no life or death in the body of the machine spirit, and it will only quietly dissipate when the devouring power in it is exhausted, otherwise, it can keep fighting.

The biggest means of the Demon Swinging Bell Weapon Spirit is actually not fighting, but after continuous devouring, the cultivation strength of suppression will become stronger and stronger.

If it can devour the Jindan Realm, it will have the strength of the Jindan Realm, and if it devours the Yuanying Realm, it will naturally be able to suppress the Yuanying.

Or through continuous accumulation, eventually have enough strength.

This is how the original Demon Clock accumulated great power.

It's a pity that all the accumulation in the Demon Bell was finally taken away by the Demon Huan Dazun.

However, if the accumulation of the Demon Bell Weapon Spirit is not taken away, I am afraid that Zhang Li will not have the ability to accept it.

Putting away the magic treasures and pills scattered in front of him, Zhang Li got up and left.

The people of the Fog Hidden Gate here have all been killed, and there is no point in staying here.

Walking slowly, Zhang Li's heart was shaken.

If these Fog Hidden Sect Demon Cultivators killed today are head-to-head, it will not be difficult to defeat, but it is impossible to kill them all.

With the housekeeping skills of the fog hidden door, it is easy to abscond.

Now, with the help of the Demon Bell, he quietly killed these people from the Fog Hidden Sect.

Moreover, devouring these demon cultivators' souls and demonic qi can improve the strength of the spirit clones, and they can slowly turn out the memories in them.

The Demon Dao method, as long as it is used properly, is not a method of protecting the Dao.

Looking at the world in front of him, Zhang Li only felt that his heart was transparent.

Cultivation shouldn't have too many fetters.

The heart must be firm.

After walking out of the cliff for a while, the black tiger who was resting not far away hurriedly stood up and trotted over.

According to the direction of the two disciples of the Fog Hidden Sect, Zhang Li guided the black tiger to run away.

In this immortal realm, Zhang Li didn't dare to spread out his divine soul power and probe the surrounding parties.

If the strength of the soul is stronger than his own, he can not only directly remember his own soul breath, but also follow the mark left quietly and continue to chase and kill.

Most cultivators, in a strange place, would not rashly use the power of their divine souls to investigate.

The black tiger walked forward, crossing a hill, and there was a sound of shouting and roaring in front of him.

Standing on the hill, Zhang Li saw more than a dozen demon cultivators besieging and killing a golden shining figure.

There is no limit to winning.

At this time, the winning boundless has already stimulated the power of the Buddha's fruit relics, full of Buddha light staggered, standing in the circle of people, with a punch and a blow have the power to collapse the mountain.

Those demon cultivators didn't dare to approach at all, so they could only keep harassing around.

Zhang Li, who was standing in the distance, could see clearly that beyond the three zhang of Win Wuyan's body, there was a layer of hazy magic light.

This is Tang Sanji's magic weapon, which directly obscures the soul sense of Win Boundless.

Win Boundless has the Buddha Fruit Relic in his body, and the power of his physical body is so strong that those demon cultivators around him dare not come closer.

But his divine soul power was much inferior to the strength of his physical body.

At this time, it was obvious that he had been suppressed by the power of the magic weapon, and he couldn't sense the person in front of him at all.

There is power in the air, and it cannot hurt anyone.

On the contrary, those scattered demon cultivators struck from time to time, and a single blow stirred up layers of golden light on Win Wuya's body.

Without the power of the Buddha Fruit Relic to protect oneself, I am afraid that the endless victory would have fallen long ago.

"Kill—"

Win Wuya roared and threw a punch into the empty space in front of him.

The shadow of the fist turned into a golden dragon, stirring in the space of ten zhang in front of him.

Win is not stupid, knowing that he has been shrouded in magic weapons, and the inductions in front of him are all illusory, so making a move with huge consumption and huge power is a move.

Those demon cultivators didn't dare to come closer.

The battle was scorching for a while.

But it is obvious that such a loss of winning is not sustainable.

The aura on Zhang Li's body was restrained, and there was a faint trace of demonic energy exposed, which was clearly the appearance of a person from the Fog Hidden Sect.

Even if the demon cultivator over there sensed him, he didn't care.

The people of the Fog Hidden Gate had met them before, and then left.

The people of the Fog Hidden Sect, in the eyes of the Demon Cultivator, are all that kind of cowards, and they don't dare to make a head-on attack at all.

Of course, people are also useful, and what the Demon Cultivation Sect values is the timidity and prudence of the Fog Hidden Sect.

Zhang Li stood on the hill and saw that among those demon cultivators who surrounded and won endlessly, there were two who were obviously profound.

One was a young man wearing a pale black half-length armor, holding a long knife in his hand, and his eyes were bloody.

The other is a Taoist with white hair and a blue robe and a gray banner in his hand.

On the long banner in the hand of the Taoist, there was a magic light gathering, condensing into long claws, and grabbing towards the boundless victory.

Every grasp of that blood-colored long claw could stir up the turbulence of golden light on Win Wuya's body, causing him to retreat.

The demon cultivators around him are not afraid to win the siege of Wuyan, this kind of blood claw attack is the strong enemy that can really shake his defense.

Obviously, if you are hit a few more times, you may not be able to bear it.

Sanming Demon Gate Jindan overhaul Rakshasa Taoist.

There are two strong repressors here today.

A Jindan realm, at least a double realm.

A half-step golden pill, but with a magic weapon to excite, it will be trapped by the boundless win.

The other demon cultivators are at least half-step foundations.

This siege has obviously been planned for a long time.

The demon cultivators gathered here were already only slightly worse than the gathering of all the forces of the Jingyue Temple.

No wonder these people dare to have a fearless siege and win endlessly.

Even if the monks of Jingyue Temple knew, they didn't dare to rush to the rescue.

"Boom-"

The blood claw slammed into Win Wuya's body, the golden light vibrate, and cracks appeared.

His face turned pale, and he staggered backwards.

Seizing this opportunity, several demon cultivators shot together, and the magic light and weapons collided with Win Wuya, knocking him out a few feet away.

The black-armored young man holding the long knife revealed killing intent on his face, his steps were illusory, and he quietly approached Win Wuyi, with black flames of light on the long knife in his hand.

This is the elite of the Blue Demon Sect, Tang Sanji of the half-step Jindan Realm.

"Brother Win, I'm Zhang Li."

Win Wuya, who was scattered, trembled slightly, and looked around.

"You're trapped in a magic weapon right now, and you can't see me."

"Now you listen to me."

Zhang Li's voice sounded again.

It's not difficult to transmit the soul.

But if you want to hide from others, you need the power of the divine soul to be stronger than everyone else.

It just so happened that Zhang Li's Divine Soul Cultivation was stronger than everyone here.

Win Wuya's eyes scanned the four directions, and nodded imperceptibly.

"Seven feet away on the left, a half-step golden pill demon cultivator is ready to make a move."

"One zhang away from the back, the talisman in the hand of the third-layer demon cultivator has been activated."

……

Zhang Li's words kept coming.

Win Wuya is the first person in the martial arts in the mortal world, and now he is the sixth realm of the great martial arts master.

He fought and killed countless people throughout his life.

Now that there are rules and regulations, I have my own decisions in an instant.

"Boom-"

The demonic flame behind him fell, and he didn't seem to sense it at all, and he staggered and fell forward by the flames.

The moment he fell, the long knife on his left side slashed off his head.

Now is the time!

The original pounce on Win Wuyan suddenly turned over.

His right hand reached out and slammed his fist into the long knife, shattering the sword light directly.

His left hand grabbed the black-armored young man's armor horizontally.

Martial arts have the advantages of martial arts.

After getting close, the martial arts can be crushed.

Kendo can be said to be invincible, martial arts, one step square, is its own world.

The black-armored young man didn't know why Win Wuya could see through his desperate blow, and he had been pulled by his body before he could react.

"Bang-"

Win Wuya smashed his fist and hit the young man in the chest.

A cloud of blood slammed into the black armor, shattering it, and then crashing into the young man's chest, causing him to tremble and a mouthful of blood spurting out.

The Dao Demon Shadow burst out from the young man's body, and the light and shadow that had been shrouded around him dissipated, and the illusion shattered, turning into a blue-gray long umbrella, flying towards the top of the young man's head.

The long umbrella plunged straight into the young man's back, and blood gushed out.

Monster Retaliation!

This magic weapon was not refined by Tang Sanji, but was only driven by him.

At this time, Tang Sanji was injured and immediately reversed.

This scene made Zhang Li's heart move.

The machine spirit clone he currently controls is also extremely well-behaved.

But that doesn't mean that the magic clock won't fight back.

It seems that it is still necessary to refine the entire Demon Swing Bell to ensure that there will be no danger of backlash.

Win Wuya smashed Tang Sanji, who was counterattacked by the magic weapon, on the bluestone in front of him, and then his body moved, and he rushed towards the other besieging Foundation Realm Demon Cultivators.

His combat power is not at all able to block the foundation realm with the help of the power of the Buddha Fruit Relic.

If it weren't for the suppression by means of magic weapons, today it would be Tang Sanji and the Rakshasa Dao people who joined forces, and they would not be afraid to win.

Now, the magic weapon is backfired, and he naturally shoots directly and kills the Quartet.

The long banner in the hands of the Rakshasa Daoist standing not far away danced, and the Dao Dao Blood Shadow grabbed it with his big hand.

But the martial arts master of the sixfold realm won the endless with the power of the Buddha fruit relics, and his body came and went within ten zhang, and no one could stop him, and the blood shadow couldn't catch up.

One demon cultivator was killed by a single punch.

Fighting head-to-head, the foundation building realm can't stop the winning endless punch.

"Boom-"

The long claws of the blood shadow of the Rakshasa Daoist slammed into the fist shadow of the Winning Boundless, and the roar and the blood shadow dispersed.

There were a number of demon cultivator corpses scattered around, and with arrogance on his face, Ying Wuya let out a long laugh and rushed towards the Rakshasa Daoist.

The long banner in the hand of the Rakshasa Daoist moved lightly, and dozens of blood shadows rushed towards Win Wuyi.

This blood shadow revealed a palpitating magic light, and the light and shadow whistled, attracting the wind.

Every blood shadow has the power of building a foundation sevenfold!

This kind of means, without a cultivator of the third layer of the Jindan Realm, is not an opponent at all.

Surrounded by this blood shadow, Jindan could only flee below the third floor.

There is no end to winning, there is no escape.

He is not the third layer of the Jindan Realm.

The Buddha fruit relics in his hands are gathered by the Buddha cultivation of the half-step Yuan Infant Realm.

Jin Dan Ninth Layer, Half-Step Yuan Infant, with such strength, how could he be afraid of this blood shadow method?

What's more, the power of the Buddha's fruit relics is the method of extremely restraining the demonic path.

With a loud shout, his figure rushed out, shattering the blood shadow in front of him with a single punch.

One punch, one punch, one blow, one shadow.

By the time the Rakshasa Daoist was in front of him, all the blood shadows had already shattered.

"It's just brute force." The Rakshasa Daoist sneered, and all the scattered blood shadows converged and condensed into a blood cocoon, enveloping Win Wuyan.

Although the long banner in his hand was not a spiritual weapon-level magic treasure, it was also a pinnacle magic weapon.

He also saw that Win Wuya's body was strong and his soul was not enough, and besieging Win Wuya's blood cocoon at this time was the combination of his soul and demonic energy.

Win Wuya was wrapped in it, and sure enough, he was lost and stood still.

The Rakshasa Daoist sneered, walked a few steps quickly, and came to Tang Sanji's side.

"Tang Gongzi, are you okay?"

At this time, the long umbrella behind Tang Sanji's back was already covered with blood.

The shadow of blood flowed, and the long blue-gray umbrella was dyed blood.

"Help me suppress the power of the Phantom Umbrella."

Tang Sanji gritted his teeth and roared.

With a chuckle on his face, the Rakshasa Daoist reached out to grab the umbrella, and then pressed his palm down.

"Poof—"

The long umbrella directly penetrated Tang Sanji's body!

Tang Sanji's eyes widened, blood gushing out of his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

"Tang Gongzi, wouldn't it be nice to borrow your body of qi and blood demonic qi to help me refine this magic treasure?"

The Rakshasa Daoist, holding the long umbrella, let it continue to turbulent, extracting Tang Sanji's body qi, blood, and demonic energy.

"When I take the relics in that guy's hand again, I can become a big man when I return to the Sanming Demon Gate."

"Everyone here today is dead, and who else knows that my Rakshasa is—"

His words paused.

At some point, a black-robed figure walked up to him.

Fog Hidden Gate, Qi Yang Dao people.

Rakshasa held a long umbrella in his hand, and his expression changed.

"Ahem, Rakshasa seniors rest assured." Zhang Li, who incarnated as a Qiyang Dao person, walked slowly forward with a smile on his face.

"I will never tell anyone that Tang Sanji was killed by you."

(End of chapter)