In mid-air, the big movement made by Zhu Tiancanopy, how could the ancient demon monks on the ground not notice it?

When everyone's eyes looked at Zhu Tiancang, they suddenly caused endless exclamations: "My God, what kind of power is this!"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, this Emperor Venerable Buddha is a person from the Western Sect, even if he wasn't before, he is also the marshal of the Heavenly Court, and even the first disciple of the Xuanmen Taoist Lao Tzu clone, how can he absorb the ancient demonic qi!"

"It's not just absorption, you see, there is actually a supreme ancient demon pattern of our ancient demon clan on his body, it seems that it is still strengthening his physical body, how is this possible!"

“......”

I saw that within the whirlpool of ancient demonic qi, all the clothes on Zhu Tiancang's body were scattered, revealing his bronzed skin and muscular body.

Not only that, as time passed, one by one the magic patterns containing the ancient aura emerged, occupying every inch of Zhu Tiancang's skin, and even continuously strengthening his physical strength.

The Zhangliu Golden Body that he cultivated by himself didn't know when it had been shattered, but what replaced it was an endless eternal aura.

Under this breath, even the powerhouses of the Quasi-Saint Great Perfection felt a burst of suffocation, which was not the power of cultivation, but the power of the physical body.

Even this power is not inferior to that of a false saint, and if there has ever been such a power in this world, there is no doubt that it is the Twelve Ancestors of the Lich Era.

However, Zhu Tiancang was not an ancestral witch, and he didn't even have a little witch blood in his body, but his current physical body actually produced such a terrifying effect under the joint transformation of the ancient demonic qi and the eighteen-rank Qinglian.

Above the Heavenly Dome of the Ancient Demon Forbidden Land, Gu Feiyang fought against ten pseudo-saints.

The two sides fought fiercely for a long time, but there was no winner.

Gu Feiyang was powerful, but in the face of the siege of the ten pseudo-saint powerhouses, he was not comfortable.

At this moment, feeling the breath coming from below, Gu Feiyang subconsciously looked down.

In the next second, Gu Feiyang's eyes were split, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn boy, I'm going to kill you." ”

At this glance, Gu Feiyang found that all the monks under his command had been killed.

Even his most important disciple, Gu Yan, had already died, and all this seemed to have something to do with Zhu Tiancang, who was increasing his strength, how could he tolerate it?

Almost instantly, Gu Feiyang floated and prepared to go down to kill Zhu Tiancang and kill Gu Chen and the others.

How could Gu Feiyang's reflection escape the gaze of the ten pseudo-saint powerhouses?

Almost at the moment of Gu Feiyang's action, the man led by the ten people shouted: "Emperor Venerable's plan has succeeded, go all out, you must kill Gu Feiyang!"

As soon as these words came out, the other nine pseudo-saint powerhouses suddenly came back to their senses.

Although they didn't know what Zhu Tiancang's current situation was, and they didn't even understand why the latter was able to master the power of the magic pattern that the Ancient Demon King might not be able to grasp, one thing they knew was that they had only one purpose now: to kill Gu Feiyang!

Almost instantly, ten figures blocked in front of Gu Feiyang, and without saying a word, they launched a deadly attack, at this moment, the ten pseudo-saint powerhouses did not hide even the slightest.

Everyone knows that the lion fights the rabbit needs to go all out, not to mention that the opponent itself is a more powerful existence than them, if you don't use all your strength, when the latter recovers his senses, then the danger is himself and others.

The body was blocked, and even because of the temporary loss of consciousness, he was severely injured by the ten pseudo-saints, Gu Feiyang was covered in blood at the moment, his cloak was scattered, and the murderous intent was revealed in a pair of eyes, his gaze swept over the ten pseudo-saints, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You bastards, colluding with outsiders, you are the sinners of the ancient demon clan!"

"I, Gu Feiyang, am going to clean up the portal for my ancient demon ancestor today, and you scum will die for me!"

As he spoke, Gu Feiyang's purple brilliance shone brightly.

When the Ziling Secret Technique was activated, an armor, a cloak, a helmet, and a long sword appeared on its body.

Amazingly, Gu Feiyang's Ziling Secret Technique had reached an unfathomable level, and it had condensed a four-piece set.

With the appearance of the Ziling four-piece suit, Gu Feiyang's momentum around him reached an unparalleled level, and for a while, the ten pseudo-saints changed color, and shouted in a lost voice: "It's not good, this Gu Feiyang has actually cultivated the Ziling secret technique to such a point, everyone, we must kill him, otherwise we will all die today!"

In the next second, a series of low cheers rang out.

The ten major pseudo-saints used the Ziling Secret Technique at the same time, but compared to Gu Feiyang's four-piece set, they could only condense three pieces, and there was a qualitative gap between them.

However, ants bite elephants to death, this principle is applicable to any occasion, not to mention that Gu Feiyang is still a seriously injured body, even if the cultivation of the Ziling Secret Art realm surpasses them, but it can't defeat the joint efforts of ten people.

For a while, the eleven figures were fighting fiercely in mid-air, whether it was Gu Feiyang or the ten pseudo-saints, they were all going all out, and no one dared to stay at this time, which meant that they were likely to die.

In mid-air, all the tumbling ancient demonic qi was sucked into Zhu Tiancang's body, and the ancient demonic qi within a radius of 100,000 miles was gone.

At the same time, Zhu Tiancang's open pores closed all over his body, and endless ancient demonic qi was inhaled into the eighteen-rank green lotus, and at the same time, the cyan aura power within the eighteen-rank green lotus began to gush out from under the lotus platform, connecting Zhu Tiancang's eight veins of the strange meridians, and began to surge in his body.

Click-

I don't know how long it took, but a shattering sound attracted the minds of all the ancient demon monks on the ground.

Under the gaze of Gu Chen and other ancient demon cultivators, Zhu Tiancang in mid-air still had his eyes closed, but his body slowly stood up.

With more and more cracking sounds, you can clearly see that the ancient magic lines that almost occupied Zhu Tiancano's skin began to crumble, like a hard lump under his skin, revealing the white skin that even the female monks were jealous of.

I don't know how long it took, so the magic pattern was broken and scratched off, and the skin around Zhu Tiancang's body glowed like jade.

Not only that, as time passed, cyan lines quietly appeared, but they did not spread to Zhu Tiancang's whole body, but all converged on his back.

Under the gaze of countless ancient demon cultivators, above Zhu Tiancang's sturdy back, a lifelike eighteen-rank green lotus emerged, and the endless vitality that emerged in it was comparable to the innate spiritual root.

Before everyone could come back to their senses, a surging aura rushed out of Zhu Tiancang's body, and at the same time, Zhu Tiancang's cultivation increased at a speed visible to the naked eye: Quasi-Saint Late Stage - Quasi-Saint Small Perfection - Quasi-Saint Perfection!

(End of chapter)