Chapter 145: Fighting the Thousand-Faced Demon King Alone
The moon is bright and the stars are scarce.
The bright moonlight illuminated the sect of the Phantom Sect, and also illuminated the two figures in the night sky clearly.
The Thousand-Faced Demon King used the Peerless Thousand Transformations Phantom Technique, allowing Dongfang Long to shatter the created phantom with one palm, and his true body had already fled to the sky outside, ready to escape.
However, the Thousand-Faced Demon King thought that he was fast enough to escape from the Phantom Sect. It's a pity that he doesn't know Dongfang Dragon, if he knows that Dongfang Dragon's magic footwork is extremely fast, the Thousand-Faced Demon King will not reveal his identity no matter what, causing Dongfang Dragon to intercept and kill.
"The Thousand-Faced Demon King, I have no grievances with you, but your disciple Wan Bao went out of the mountain without permission and attacked my cousin. You should bear the main responsibility!" Dongfang Long's clothes fluttered, and he accused the Thousand-Faced Demon King in strict terms.
"And you have come to sow discord again, trying to provoke a fight between me and other monks, and your heart can be punished!
The Thousand-Faced Demon King was taken aback by Dongfang Dragon's sudden appearance, and seeing that he couldn't run, he summoned a poisonous sword that was as black as ink and flew around twice in front of him, leaving behind a pitch-black track.
"You and I have long been at odds with each other, my eldest disciple was killed by your curse technique, and now my sect has been wiped out because of you. Therefore, only by crushing your bones and scattering ashes can I relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Brush!
The black light flashed, and the poisonous sword was like a poisonous snake that suddenly attacked, and it stabbed Dongfang Long's heart at once, and the cold blade even touched Dongfang Long's skin.
Dongfang Dragon's body flung backwards, and he flew out backwards violently, and the poisonous sword was tightly pressed against his chest, not even a minute away.
"Cunning old thing, I didn't expect to be so ruthless!" Dongfang Long scolded secretly in his heart.
The Thousand-Faced Demon King did not underestimate Dongfang Long, and his shot was the maggot of the tarsal bone of the Sword, and the tip of the poisonous sword was tightly attached to Dongfang Long's chest, so that Dongfang Long could not get rid of it, and wanted to kill Dongfang Dragon in one fell swoop.
There are many masters watching the battle below, and many of them are monks who participated in the siege of the poisonous gas swamp, they have deeply offended the Thousand-Faced Demon King, and they will not let the Thousand-Faced Demon King leave freely.
The Thousand-Faced Demon King also knew it for a long time, so he wanted to kill the Eastern Dragon as quickly as possible, and then cast the Myriad Transformation Phantom Technique to escape from the Phantom Sect, and then deal with those monks who killed them one by one in the future.
Dongfang Long can get the inheritance of the top gods from the god realm, how can he be killed by the Thousand-Faced Demon King. The mystical footwork unfolded, and the body that was retreating in the air suddenly turned around and turned to the back of the poisonous sword.
Stretching out his finger and lightly, the poisonous sword was like a bullet shooting out of the chamber, and with a thud, it pierced deeply into the distant mountain peak.
The Thousand-Faced Demon King was stunned for a moment, and then saw Dongfang Long's body bow, jumping up violently like a cheetah, and hitting the Thousand Faced Demon King's chin with a downpercut.
Click!
The crisp sound of bone cracking came out, and the head of the Thousand-Faced Demon King was raised back fiercely, looking very weird, making people's hearts tremble. How can a man's head be bent back at such an angle?
The Thousand-Faced Demon King was beaten, and there was a buzz in his head, and his thinking stopped in an instant, and he didn't have time to make a timely counterattack or defense.
Dongfang Long stepped forward, struck while the iron was hot, raised his elbow high, and smashed heavily on the chest of the Thousand-Faced Demon King, making a bang, and the monks below were stunned.
It turned out that these monks didn't know much about Dongfang Dragon, thinking that Dongfang Long was just an alchemy master, and only at the instigation of the Thousand-Faced Demon King had the idea of wanting to seize Dongfang Dragon's alchemy.
Now seeing that Dongfang Long was so violent, repairing the notorious Thousand-Faced Demon King so badly, those monks with evil intentions couldn't help but secretly rejoice that they didn't make a move, otherwise it would really be a luxury to die.
The sharp pain in his chest made the confused Thousand-Faced Demon King wake up, but what caught his eye was a big foot, like a 10,000-pound hammer, kicking on the lower abdomen of the Thousand-Faced Demon King.
Rumble!
A puff of dust and smoke came out, and a large humanoid hole appeared on the ground, and the Thousand-Faced Demon King fell to the bottom of the deep pit.
Dongfang Dragon turned his body in a dashing manner, and fell to the ground lightly, seeing that the snow was fragrant and his eyes were full of small stars.
A gust of night wind blew, and the ancient trees in the valley shook and made a rustling sound, which added a bit of weirdness to this silent square.
Thousands of people looked at the big hole in the ground in horror at this time, and there was a chill down their backs, as if the cold blade was gently scraping.
"Ahem, cough, cough!" The Thousand-Faced Demon King, who had regained his original appearance, kept bleeding blood from the corners of his mouth, and crawled out of the pit with his cloak scattered.
Fang Cai was distracted for a while, and was seized by Dongfang Long, and a series of attacks came to him, and the Thousand-Faced Demon King did not have the slightest power to fight back. What injured the Thousand-Faced Demon King the most was Dongfang Long's last kick, which kicked the Thousand-Faced Demon King's Yuan Ying so that he couldn't get out from below!
Raising his heavy hand, the Thousand-Faced Demon King waved into the distance, and with a flash of black light, the poisonous sword shot out from the mountain peak and appeared in front of the Thousand-Faced Demon King.
"Little cub, you are really ruthless, if it weren't for the Dao Master, I would have cultivated profoundly, and I would have explained it here today!
After the Thousand-Faced Demon King finished speaking viciously, he grabbed the little finger of his left hand and pulled it fiercely, and with a "click", he ripped the little finger off alive.
"Take my blood as a sacrifice, calligraphy and painting ancient totems, cover the sky and the earth, and seal the true body with blood!" After reciting this incantation, the Thousand-Faced Demon King pointed at the Eastern Dragon with his hand, "Seal!"
Syllable!
The severed finger of the Thousand-Faced Demon King instantly burst out into a cloud of blood mist, and it enveloped the Eastern Dragon in an instant.
"Huh?"
The Dongfang Dragon was wrapped in blood mist, as if he had come to another dimension, and all the familiar scenes around him disappeared, and the same thing that greeted him was blood red.
And what surprised Dongfang Long was that in this blood-colored world, there was no aura of heaven and earth, which was not a good sign. If there is a battle, the spiritual power will be depleted, and there will be no chance to replenish it at all.
I was really afraid of something, Dongfang Long's thoughts just rose, and I saw a figure appear more than ten meters in front of him.
"Little cub, this is my world, I'm the master, look at how I play you to death!"
The grim gaze of the Thousand-Faced Demon King made him want to kill Dongfang Long at once, but he wanted to torture Dongfang Dragon well.
"I don't know who is the deer dead?" What are you happy about, watch the fight!" Dongfang Long shouted, grabbed the first shot, and rushed forward.
According to Dongfang Long's estimate, he will rush in front of the Thousand-Faced Demon King at this moment, and then he can attack at will.
However, Dongfang Long's straight punch suddenly missed, and the reason was that he only rushed out about five meters, and he was still about ten meters away from the Thousand-Faced Demon King.
The sudden appearance of gravity made the unprepared Dongfang Dragon almost fall down, and he hurriedly used his spiritual power to stabilize his body, but this attack was also lost halfway.
"This is just the beginning!" The Thousand-Faced Demon King stood high in the air, like an ancient emperor, majestic and domineering!
As soon as Dongfang Long stood firm, he felt a strong force lifting him up, floating crookedly in the air, and countless blood-colored ropes quickly wrapped around his body several times, tightly fixed in the air.
"Wasn't you arrogant before, now you're arrogant and show me!" As the Thousand-Faced Demon King raised his hand, countless blood blades swirled and slashed towards the Eastern Dragon with a chilling wind.
Click!
A series of metal collisions sounded, and countless sparks erupted around Dongfang Dragon's body, which were sparks from the collision of the blood blade cutting its body and being hindered.
After a round of bloody blade attacks, the jaw of the Thousand-Faced Demon King almost fell, and the Dongfang Dragon, who should have been covered in blood, did not even have a single white spot on his body except for his clothes being broken and becoming strips.
The Thousand-Faced Demon King didn't know that Dongfang Long's cultivation was the supreme treasure of the divine realm, and it was also the supreme divine canon of the entire universe. His physical strength was already equivalent to the physical strength of a master in the Tribulation Period at this time, how could it be something that a small Out-of-Body Stage cultivator could hurt.
"Is that all you have the ability to?" After a ** blow, Dongfang Long was unscathed, and he had a bottom in his heart, on the one hand, he was constantly exploring how to break free from the shackles, and on the other hand, he was unforgiving and ridiculed the Thousand-Faced Demon King.
The Thousand-Faced Demon King was also puzzled, the people who were usually trapped in the Blood Prison were all cut to pieces by the Blood Blade, and there were no corpses to die. But today, this cultivator named Dongfang Long, except for the loss of clothes that were not luxurious all his life, it seems that he has not even been injured at all.
How can this make the Thousand-Faced Demon King embarrassed!
"The sea of blood is endless, and the demon Lang is monstrous!"
The Thousand-Faced Demon King quickly pinched a few handprints and hit the feet of the Dongfang Dragon, and with a bang, the boundless sea of blood immediately appeared.
Immediately after that, one after another, the terrifying waves rushed in, spurting into the air of the Oriental Dragon, and the blood and water kept washing the Oriental Dragon's body.
"It's weird!" Dongfang Long felt that there were bursts of pain coming out of his body, as if there were countless maggots biting fiercely.
It turned out that the seawater of the sea of blood formed by this was a strong corrosive ability, and it was constantly invading the cells of the Eastern Dragon's body, and constantly destroying it.
Although Dongfang Dragon's body has been continuously transformed and has reached the physical strength of a cultivator in the Tribulation Period, it can't withstand the corrosion of this sea of blood and blood, and if it goes through some more washing, I'm afraid it will be scarred.
This blood is too domineering!
"Haha, little rabbit cub, this blood water is a kind of ten thousand poisonous water that I have smelted with countless poisons for so many years, even if you are a master of the Tribulation Period, as long as you get a little bit of it, I am afraid that you will be immediately dragged into the Infernal Hell, and suffer the torture of life is worse than death. ”
The Thousand-Faced Demon King smiled proudly, he clearly saw the twitching of Dongfang Long's face, which was an expression of extreme pain.