The bronze giant was chasing, dividing dozens of transcendents and cultivators into a labyrinth of different sizes, the mandrill was also fleeing, his illusion had no effect on the monster, and although the bronze dagger was a divine weapon, the wounds it could cause were really minimal.

In front of the hundred-meter-high stalactite, the giant also looked short, someone hiding in a hidden corner, and was spotted by the mandrill, who followed him like a shadow, and the dagger swirled at his fingertips.

The next moment, a blade slashed through his knees, and the blood erupted first and stained the ground red, and only then did the hider who had lost his legs let out a scream, but the mandrill did not stop him, and threw him directly to the giant behind him, taking the opportunity to escape the pursuit himself.

Sneaking through the dim space, not far away, a hot woman was wielding a halberd to fight against a bronze man, and the blade of the halberd smashed on the copper arm, making a thunderous explosion.

Although the purpose of the mandrill to induce the ritual was to kill everyone here, he resisted the desire to attack the woman for the time being, because there was a better option waiting in a corner.

The mandrill twitched his nose and sniffed a certain smell in the air, in order to judge Jiang Ci's location, as a killer, tracking is also his housekeeping skill, especially on the premise of firmly remembering the other party's breath.

After distinguishing dozens of breaths, his eyes suddenly opened and lit up, and the thin figure reintegrated into the darkness, and when he reappeared, he had already come to Jiang Ci's vicinity.

The body that had been transformed into nothingness flickered slightly, which showed that the mandrill's qi was a little unstable, and he was still surprised to see the fist that was enough to crush an ordinary monk to death being resisted by Jiang Ci with his body.

But it doesn't matter, no matter how powerful the shield is, it can't stop the killer's spear.

The mandrill calmed his qi and adjusted his state to the best, and in a moment of effort, his whole person was like a piece of dead wood, and he was afraid that if he withdrew and sneaked, he would not be seen by ordinary people at all.

suffered a loss in front of Jiang Ci's perception, Shan Xiao did not make a rash move, but quietly watched his performance, patiently looking for the slightest flaw.

At the moment when Jiang Ci raised the black short sword and stabbed into the bronze statue, the mandrill made a move, and he seemed to be walking directly through the space, coming behind Jiang Ci in an instant.

When the bronze dagger was shot, a bloody killing intent also followed, spreading from the tip of the sword, enveloping Jiang Ci like a tide, and then devouring consciousness.

However, in Jiang Ci's mind, a tiger roared like thunder, and Gengjin's killing intent turned into a sharp spear, instantly piercing the tide of darkness.

The White Tiger broke out intently, and in front of the Western White Tiger who was the main killer, the method that the mandrill was proud of was nothing more than an axe.

His consciousness was not affected in the slightest, and the short sword in his hand also flipped abruptly at the moment of stabbing, as if he had expected it, and slashed directly at the glowing bronze dagger.

The expected collision did not appear, it turned out to be just an illusion, the blade and the figure were shattered together, Jiang Ci said badly, but it was too late.

He could sense the danger coming, but he couldn't tell the illusion between true and fake, and the real mandrill appeared in the other direction, this time even the killing intent was completely restrained, like a statue.

Only at the moment when the dagger is successfully stained with blood will he truly come back to life.

The perception was frantically warning Jiang Ci, like playing a life-threatening symphony in his body, but the distance was so close that he could even smell the foul poison smeared on the dagger.

In the Spirit Channeling Realm, he was able to achieve a perfect physique, and he avoided the vital point of his neck with incredible explosive power, and at the same time, he used his golden body technique with all his might, completely covering his upper body.

At this moment, Jiang Ci was like a statue of a god poured with gold juice, sacred and inviolable, but as a killer, the fatal blow of the mandrill was too sharp, and the dagger successfully pierced the golden light and pierced the shoulder.

The unknown toxin broke out at the first time, and the blue and black veins began to spread from the wound like a spider web, even if the vast qi and blood sealed the toxin in that flesh and blood meridian, the left arm was still inevitably affected, and even the pain of moving the fingers was unbearable.

Since becoming a transcendent, the mandrill's assassination has never missed, but this time there was an accident, different from the mistake of stealing the spirit sword, this carefully prepared sniping was once again predicted in advance, making him a little doubtful of his stealth ability.

However, after all, he drank the blood of the other party, and before the counterattack came, the mandrill withdrew without hesitation, he did not feel that his body was harder than the armor.

"This is the poison of a snake demon in the Purple Mansion Realm, although it was already dead when I found it, causing the toxicity to weaken, but your arm still doesn't want it, now that we are equal, the game has officially begun." He said in Jiang Ci's ear.

Bang!

Jiang Ci's right fist slammed into the mandrill's face, making a deafening sound, and the flesh and blood turned into a piece of bronze in front of his eyes, leaving a very obvious fist mark on it.

This is still just a phantom, and the true body of the mandrill quietly disappeared as soon as it was acquired.

Jiang Ci did not hesitate to squirm his muscles to squeeze out the poisonous blood, although the whole arm was still in a state of paralysis, but it was not as serious as the mandrill said, but the spiritual power in the meridians was very obscure, and it took time to recover.

The physique baptized with the power of the demon king is not to say that it is invasive, but the poison of the ordinary Purple Mansion Realm monster does not want to hurt him.

When cultivating in the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range, any monster can be eaten as soon as it is burned.

Jiang Ci stood in place with his left arm drooping, since he practiced the Golden Body Technique, in addition to the Qingxuan Demon Dao, this was still the first enemy to really break his Golden Body with his own strength.

Shanxiao should be the strongest opponent he has encountered in the Spirit Channeling Realm, and his strength is amazing.

His heart began to beat faster, but not fear, but excitement, excitement.

The malice gathered in all directions was not concealed at all, but Jiang Ci could still accurately find out the location of the mandrill.

But he couldn't be sure if it was an illusion, because it was not an ordinary illusion, it was mixed with the true breath of a mandrill, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Illusion, phantom.

Jiang Ci muttered in his mouth, he thought of the ginkgo demon tree, it should be one of the first monsters to break through the peak of the Spirit Attraction Realm, with the illusion technique, I don't know how many monsters it has attracted for it to devour.

If it weren't for Xiaobai, I'm afraid that cultivating the Demon Pill Zhengguo would only be a matter of course.

I was almost confused by illusion that day, and it was the dragon yuan in my body that filled my eyes that I saw through the illusion.

And after that, whether it was Qin Fanghai's five senses shielding or the spirit of the remnant bell, it was all like this that the situation was resolved.

Swish!

At this moment, the bronze dagger reappeared, and its own heavy and condensed meaning was transformed into an indestructible edge in the ghostly speed of the mandrill, driving layers of phantoms to pierce Jiang Ci's eyebrows.

Jiang Ci smashed out with a punch, like a heavy hammer, and the face that was so real that it couldn't be true anymore was torn apart just by touching it.

This is still just an illusion, a temptation of the mandrill, and it does not consume his spiritual power much, but for the target, it is definitely an extremely draining act of mind and energy.

After all, you don't know which attack is real, so you have to do it every time.

The feeling of flirting with his opponent fascinated Shanxiao, but Jiang Ci was indifferent, he didn't see any urgency or nervousness on his face, and he was still thinking about the flash of inspiration just now, as if he had just slapped a fly to death.

He began to try to use his consciousness to reach the Dragon Ball, to mobilize the power it contained, but this had to be done with great care.

Although the breakthrough of the realm made him not be blown out and unconscious in the first place when he contained Long Yuan, the best situation was just to become an unbeatable meat target like stopping the Qingxuan Demon Dao.

In the face of mandrills, it is obviously not a good choice to become a target that cannot be resisted, and as long as he waits patiently for a few minutes, he will not be able to bear the first step and cause serious injuries and let him be slaughtered.

Only by gathering Long Yuan's eyes and having the ability to see through the illusion is the best way to break the game, just like the previous times.

But that was the awakening of the moment of life and death crisis, and now that Dragon Ball is indifferent, he can't stick his neck out to gamble, so he can only rely on himself to test again and again.

This kind of behavior is even more depletion to the mind than dealing with the phantom of the mandrill, and if you are not careful, you may be distorted by the majestic dragon element.

In the process, the mandrill made two more attempts, one of which was a real attack, but after a short taste, the bronze giant sword wielded by Jiang Ci was cut off by a short dagger, and he was also shocked by the terrifying power and coughed.

After a short period of silence, the mandrill seemed to feel something, and in the face of the silent Jiang Ci, he no longer gave him a chance to breathe, and various means such as stealth, phantom, and real body appeared frequently.

It was a silent and thrilling battle, and as long as one judgment failed, Jiang Ci would stay here forever, and so did Shanman, whose fragile body could not stand a punch either.

It's just that from the perspective of time, the scales of victory are tilting towards the mandrill, and he has successfully cut a scar behind Jiang Ci.

Although the expected effect did not appear, which made him very strange, the snake venom that gathered near the spine still succeeded in slowing down Jiang Ci's speed.

It should be over.

Hiding in the shadows, Mandrill thought that his target's condition was sluggish enough, and his killer heart was nearing perfection in attack after attack.

It's the toughest opponent to play with, and it's the best time to make a move.

For some reason, Shan Xiao had an inexplicable self-confidence, as long as he killed him, he could find an opportunity to advance to the realm of the Purple Mansion.

His murderous intent and killing intent will also be sublimated at that moment.

At the moment when he saw Jiang Ci's breathing, the mandrill moved, he squirmed in the shadows, and directly turned into three identical selves, not only with the same breath, but also with one thought.

The previous phantom was just an illusion, and this was his true strength.

Sneaking in the void, it wasn't until he was ten meters away from Jiang Ci that the mandrill was discovered, a distance that was only half a step away for a monk at the pinnacle realm, and even more so for him.

Sure enough, he had run out of oil and the lamp had run out.