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Between the rolling demonic energy, there is a ghost spirit, and there are Sanskrit sounds singing, prompting this land to completely turn into a human purgatory, but fortunately, no mortal warriors came to watch.

The miserable battle of the dry spirit sub is undoubtedly the craziest, although there is a demonic aura between the moves, but it also stirs up a strange ghostly aura, coupled with that terrifying recovery ability, under the joint efforts of Wu Chang, it is comparable to Wu Changsheng.

Wu Chang was constantly suffering heavy losses.

This is the battlefield of the foundation building monks, and even the foundation building monks do not dare to mix without permission in such a situation, after all, both are peak cultivators, and their strength surpasses the foundation building ...... has completely stepped into the half-step golden pill ranks.

Therefore, even if he was a mere Qi Refining Cultivator, even if he was an existence at the peak of the Sixth Heaven, and even if he was to expand the means, he could completely sweep through the Qi Refining Realm, but he ...... It's still not a foundation.

That's not going to be able to cross a big realm at all.

Unless it is to use magic weapons, or its own background is amazing, but Wu Chang does not have these two points, but the ghost bead in his hand is indeed very magical.

If it weren't for it, Wu Chang would have died under Wu Changsheng's demon fist, and he would not have been like this, cooperating with the Dry Spirit Son, forming a fatal threat to Wu Changsheng.

"Iron Demon Fist!"

Wu Changsheng's image is also very embarrassing, after all, the current dry spirit son, although he is not his opponent, but not being able to fight is enough to give him a headache, and in a fit of rage, he directly sacrificed a killing move.

I saw that in his right arm, the demonic energy gushing out seemed to have spiritual wisdom.

It seemed to turn into long snakes between the swimmings, which was accompanied by a hoarse chirping, and at the moment when it converged to the fist, it was directly ordered that Wu Changsheng's entire fist looked like it had turned into a piece of Luo Tie.

The right fist is the same, and the left fist is no exception.

At the moment when the fist slammed down, the ferocity of the outbreak surpassed any time he was fighting, directly breaking apart the withered spirit that ushered in him, and even if Wu Chang hadn't successfully cast a bloody body with the help of the ghost bead at a critical time, maybe he would have died in an instant.

Iron Fist.

It is not a particularly conspicuous exercise in the demon vein.

Even its power is not among the ranks of the demon veins.

However, no matter how unpopular it is, it still has a certain lethality, not to mention the current Wu Changsheng's performance, which can definitely be said to be the most terrifying fist technique in the foundation building.

After all, he is now an existence in the half-step golden pill, coupled with the fact that he has been practicing the Iron Demon Fist for many years, he has already thoroughly comprehended its essence, and his talent, even if it is placed in the spirit world, is a top existence, and the boxing method he is now casting, maybe even the boxer did not expect that there would be such a terrifying ferocity.

The intent of lore permeated the surroundings.

Among them, in the billowing demonic aura, he could clearly smell the smell of iron slaughter that could only be smelled on the battlefield.

Coupled with Wu Changsheng's identity as the emperor of the world, such a fist has obviously been baptized by countless corpses, and such a situation can only be completely realized by the endless battlefield.

The current Wu Changsheng is a complete demon, he maintains his madness, but he will not lose his mind like the withered spirit son, the eyes with black eyes and gold edges, and even if he stares at it for a long time, he will have a thought of being robbed of his heart.

Wu Chang stood up from the earth again.

At this time he staggered, as if a slightly stronger wind was blowing, and he would have to fall again.

In a staggering moment, he came to the place where the dry spirit son fell, and at that moment, he directly took out the healing pill from the cuff.

After all, the dry spirit son's recovery ability is strong, but it does not mean that he is immortal, not to mention that every rapid recovery consumes his great physical energy.

Now that he was dying, although there was a fierce light in his eyes, it began to gradually dim, but after Wu Chang fed a healing pill, he suddenly stood up, and the extinguished demonic qi boiled again.

When Wu Changsheng saw this scene, he immediately snorted coldly: "I underestimated your identity as a spiritual realm cultivator!"

After the words were finished, he didn't stay, the Iron Demon Fist erupted again, Wu Chang understood the meaning of his words, after all, even if it was a healing pill, it was not something that could be possessed in the world, so he chose to ignore Wu Changsheng's cold snort directly.

This is his advantage, although there are very few pills brought out, and in the eyes of the monks, they are just chicken ribs, but when it comes to the critical moment, don't say that it is an elixir, even if the spirit grass is used to it.

Especially at times like these.

Wu Chang didn't step forward, he stayed in place, he had not recovered from his injuries, he could be said to have no combat ability at this moment, at this time Wu Chang raised his head slightly, the coldness in his eyes became thicker, and then it turned complicated, when he looked at the teleportation point again, he suddenly gritted his teeth and used all his strength to climb to the top of the mountain again.

He chose to open the teleportation point anyway.

In this way, it can be completely guaranteed, although there is also a guess in his heart that Wu Changsheng's state will not last long, but Wu Chang does not dare to gamble, so the first thing he did when he appeared on the top of the mountain was to make the handprints he formed faster.

Wu Changsheng naturally saw it very clearly.

But at this moment, he didn't care at all.

After all, according to the previous trend, as long as he interrupted the handprint at a critical time, then he could prevent Wu Chang's return.

Therefore, the original anxiety was a little relaxed at this moment, but the difficulty of the dry spirit also made his face more and more ugly.

The Iron Demon Fist he practiced was indeed powerful, and even broke the shackles it should have, but the withered spirit in front of him, who was trapped in his inner demon and couldn't extricate himself, had a sense of grievance that he couldn't beat him no matter how he fought.

It wasn't until a long time later, when he interrupted Wu Chang's teleportation handprint again, that Wu Changsheng's glance back finally noticed the abnormality on the withered spirit son's body, and sneered at that moment: "I see, as long as the head is not broken, then you can reorganize yourself infinitely, in this case, it is not very difficult to solve!"

As if he had been alerted, at the moment when Wu Changsheng's sneering words came out, the fierce light in the eyes of the withered spirit was completely extinguished for a moment, so that there was a complication in it, but it was only a moment, but when he attacked again, it was no longer the kind of lifeless fighting, but it was surrounded by Wu Chang.

As if he had a spirit in his heart, whenever the withered spirit son approached, Wu Chang would instantly throw out the elixir, and then continued to pinch his handprints, but when Wu Changsheng didn't see it, there was a glint in his eyes, and then his hands were pressed under the sleeve robe, and there was a faint light flowing in it.