Chapter 199 Battle! Cut off the clone! I killed you twice in a row, but I still can’t kill you? (Please subscribe)
In the golden drum battlefield, in the void, the streams of light collided, and a sudden change occurred.
Everyone watching the battle has not yet recovered from the shock of Lu Tiandu killing Yunlu Old Demon in the mid-stage Nascent Soul within a few moves. The three great monks Hehuan Old Demon, Zhiyang Master and Nangong Ping almost The moment when he struck out fiercely from afar, everyone felt like they were falling into an ice cave.
“No, let’s retreat quickly!”
Some monks in the early and middle stages of Nascent Soul who came back to their senses in an instant, without saying a word, released magic weapons or protective rays of light. It quickly wrapped around the disciples and shot them backwards instantly.
In the blink of an eye, the people watching the battle more than ten miles away from Lu Tiandu turned into various colors of light and dispersed in all directions.
Although most of them took a few breaths and retreated to a safe area thirty or forty miles away from the center of the battlefield, some monks still did not retreat. They released their protective shields and observed the center of the battlefield solemnly.
Most of these monks are mainly mid-Yuan Ying monks, and a small number are early Yuan Yuan monks who have good self-sufficiency in combat or have trump cards.
North of the battlefield.
With Nangong Ping disappearing from the Heavenly Moon Shenzhou of the Hiding Moon Sect, the remaining five Nascent Soul monks of the Hiding Moon Sect are mainly Leng Qingqiu, with the surname of Wu, Middle Age (Note 1), Qiong Laoguai, Nangong Wan and Nishang's figures flashed, stepped out of the Shenzhou, stood east and west, and when they each released protective light shields, their spiritual consciousness had already locked on the people of the positive and evil path who had not withdrawn from the battlefield like them.
A hundred feet away to the west of Leng Qingqiu, Linghu and Hongfu also had solemn expressions on their faces, their consciousness locked on the righteous person.
A hundred feet away on the east side, Long Han and Feng Bing of Luan Ming Sect were observing the situation in the center of the battlefield while locking eyes on the people of the Six Demonic Sects who were still sticking to their original positions.
The two frowned slightly at this moment, with hidden murderous intent in their eyes.
It was indeed beyond their expectations that Lu Tiandu killed Old Demon Yunlu so quickly, but the unabashed sneak attack by Old Demon Hehuan and Master Zhiyang made their hearts sink.
Needless to say, the hatred between the Tiandao Alliance and the Righteous and Demonic Paths, but in the past decades, although the three parties have been wary of each other, they have not started large-scale battles.
Of course, there is no need to talk about private battles or contests.
The cause of this battle is clear to everyone. It can be said to be a fair battle to resolve personal grievances.
Both sides agreed to a life-and-death showdown, but when Lu Tiandu won, the old devil Hehuan made a sneak attack, and the old devil Zhiyang also made a move at the same time. It was obvious that the two had already reached a consensus.
This move must be to kill Lu Tiandu, a man with unlimited potential and outstanding combat power, in one fell swoop.
As long as Lu Tiandu dies, and with the combined efforts of the people of Zhengmo Dao, even if the Tiandao Alliance refuses to accept it, I am afraid that the matter will be settled in the end.
After all, not everyone is willing to fight to the death with the Zhengmo Dao over the death of Lu Tiandu, unless they have a blood feud with the Zhengmo Dao.
They are the couple. If the war situation expands, they will at most stop one of Hehuan or Zhiyang.
And wanting to kill a Yuanhou monk was not something the couple dared to think about.
However, the moment Hehuan and Zhiyang took action before, Nangong Ping stopped them from appearing. Could it be that Lu Tiandu could still stop the Yuanhou monks?
The two looked at each other, puzzled.
Not far away from Long Han and Feng Bing, seven or eight middle-stage Nascent Soul monks, including the old man surnamed Kuang from Ni Hangcai, Jin Wuhuan from the Ancient Sword Sect, and the Chihuo Ancestor from the Red Fire Sect, were all on guard with solemn expressions.
More than ten miles behind them, a group of early Nascent Soul monks from the Tiandao Alliance quietly released their spiritual consciousness to observe the battlefield.
At this moment, everyone understands that whether the battle will develop in an unpredictable direction depends on the four people at the center of the battle.
A loud "boom" sound came from the sky again.
A golden sword of dozens of feet in size and a green spear of the same size struck together again. The golden and green light exploded, and the clouds thousands of feet high in the sky scattered in all directions.
Feeling the buzzing sound coming from the golden sword, Master Zhiyang frowned slightly at this moment.
His golden sword is a top-level ancient treasure. It has been more than six hundred years since he obtained this golden sword in the early stage of Yuanying. Along the way, he has relied on this pure Yang golden sword to I don’t know how many monks of the same level have been subdued.
At this moment, after fighting against the ancient wind treasure spear in Nangong Ping's hand for several rounds, he felt faintly invincible.
Especially the speed of this ancient treasure was beyond his expectation.
“Okay, I didn’t expect that my Taoist friend would have such strength just a few decades after entering the Yuan Dynasty. It’s really beyond my expectation. I’m just about to ask for advice!”
Zhiyang looked at Nangong Ping, who had a frosty face across from him. He didn't seem to think there was anything shameful about being stopped from sneak attacks on Lu Tian before. He showed a smile and said loudly.
"There is no need to ask for advice. Since Zhiyang, you dare to take action here today and offend my face. If you don't leave something behind today, wouldn't it mean that the world will look down on me?"< br>
Nangong Ping stood tall in the sky, with his clothes fluttering. At this moment, he smiled coldly, and his pair of phoenix eyes still had the charm of the past, staring at Zhiyang full of evil spirit.
“I didn’t expect fellow Taoist to be so loud. In this case, I would like to see what you can do!”
Listening to Nangong Ping’s tone, Zhiyang also had a look on his face. Leng, with a flick of his sleeves, the yellow bell, which was about a foot in size, spun around, instantly became several feet in size, and in a blink of an eye, it moved towards Nangong Ping, who was thousands of feet away.
"I hope you won't regret your move today!"
Nangong Ping smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and a three-inch mini mountain peak appeared in his hand. Extremely cute.
Looking at the ancient treasure Huang Zhong shooting towards him, Nangong Pingsu flicked his hand, and the natal magic weapon Red Flame Peak instantly turned into a small mountain peak and at the same time turned into a stream of red light and hit the Huang Zhong.
Between the breaths, the yellow bell and the red mountain peaks collided with each other with a large glow.
With a "bang", the void trembled, and a muffled hum came from the place where the two collided.
In everyone's ears, the chaotic bells were mixed with a muffled hum, spreading in all directions.
"How is it possible?"
A subtle cracking sound passed into Zhiyang's ears. Feeling the endless force Huang Zhong endured, Master Zhiyang's expression suddenly changed.
Just when he reached out to touch the storage bag, Nangong Ping, who was thousands of feet away, stretched his hand towards the Red Flame Peak, opened his red lips lightly, and faintly uttered one word:
"Suppress!"< br>
The Crimson Flame Peak in the void, which had distanced itself after the collision with Huang Zhong, more than doubled in size in an instant with Nangong Ping. In a flash, there was an endless whistling sound and a "boom" sound. While shattering the giant yellow bell, it pressed towards Master Zhiyang.
Looking at the astonishingly powerful mountain of red flames, Master Zhiyang dared not confront him head-on. The figure flashed and he dodged away in an instant...
......
Just when Nangong Ping stopped Master Zhiyang, the two were fighting.
In the middle of the battlefield, Lu Tiandu looked indifferently at the tall man He Huan Lao Mo with a murderous look and a ferocious face in the distance.
In the sky between the two of them, a huge black ax the size of a hundred feet was entangled with two black dragons that were a hundred feet long.
This black giant ax looks amazingly powerful. Above the ax blade, the bottomless black light flashes continuously. Every time it cuts down, the two black dragon spears turn into a hundred-foot black dragon roaring and angry. Dragon roars continued to be heard, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot of trauma.
"Humph, Lu Tiandu, use whatever means you have, otherwise you may not have a chance! I will kill you today!"
Feel what Lu Tiandu has released The two black spears were suppressed by his own ancient treasure. The Albizia Old Demon, who was hidden in the black clouds, put away his frustration that he had made a surprise attack before, but was blocked by Lu Tiandu, and snorted coldly.
Just before counting the breaths, he came in an instant. He originally wanted to use the magical power of "Five Demonic Yuanshou" to capture the colorful sleeve magic weapon released by Lu Tiandu to see if he could Whether he could rescue Yunlu, he was shocked by the magic weapon and instantly turned into nothingness, which made him feel shocked.
As a result, he watched Lu Tiandu retract his colorful sleeves, and even the swords and orders released by Yun Lu were taken back by Lu Tiandu, which made him feel ashamed.
So, without saying a word, the old devil Hehuan took action with his most powerful ancient treasure - the mountain axe.
Sure enough, in just a few breaths, the two black spears released by Lu Tiandu were suppressed by the mountain axe.
“Don’t you think that being suppressed by two ancient treasures can do anything to me?”
Lu Tiandu looked at the Acacia Old Demon indifferently, “As I said before, During my life-and-death battle, anyone who dared to participate was my life-and-death enemy. You and Zhiyang Chuanyin worked together to plot against me. You didn’t think that no one knew about it, did you? You and Zhiyang will be punished for both crimes. Whether you can get out of here today depends on your strength.”
After Lu Tiandu said this, he didn't look at the surprised and uncertain old devil Hehuan. His shoulders shook, and suddenly a huge colorful picture exuding amazing spiritual power appeared in the void.
The colorful giant picture roared, and in the blink of an eye, it became ten miles in size, covering the battlefield between him and Hehuan in an instant.
“What a powerful magic weapon!”
The spectators from all directions who were still staying more than ten miles away looked at the huge picture magic weapon that Lu Tiandu suddenly released. Their expressions changed and they immediately stepped back a few times. inside.
This giant picture was in seven colors, with the same golden-purple vortex in the middle. Everyone immediately thought of the colorful sleeves that appeared when Yunlu was killed.
Those colorful sleeves are probably one of the ways to use this giant picture magic weapon, right?
Moreover, not many people have seen a magic weapon that is more than a thousand feet long when displayed. I am afraid that the power is not simple. Thinking about it, who is willing to get close to this treasure?
At this moment, feeling the giant colorful picture above his head and the inexplicable golden-purple vortex in the middle, the old devil Hehuan looked solemn.
After all, not long ago, the beam of light ejected from the purple-gold vortex in the colorful sleeves shattered Yunlu's magic weapon in an instant.
With a slap on the storage bag, the old devil Hehuan released a gray-white ancient shield to protect the clouds. At the same time, he raised his foot and shook, and the gray-black cold evil energy surged out instantly and injected into his whole body. In the protective black cloud that is dozens of feet in size.
This cloud is an ancient protective treasure that combines defense and flight. He has discovered many wonderful uses in this cloud over the years.
It is several points stronger than the exquisite ancient treasure shield above the head.
At this moment, with the injection of demonic energy, the originally pitch-black clouds began to tumble and change, becoming increasingly dark and strange, and even the surrounding light seemed to be absorbed into it.
While activating the clouds and the ancient shield with all his strength, the old devil of Albizia opened his mouth and sprayed, and three golden skulls about an inch in size rotated, and in a flash, they emerged from the clouds. , suddenly grew in size and shot towards Lu Tiandu.
“It’s just a waste of effort!”
Looking at the movements of the Hehuan Old Demon, Lu Tiandu sneered. With a casual move, the huge golden-purple vortex in the sky shook violently. With a "boom", hundreds of golden-purple light pillars as thick as buckets shot out in unison. It blasted towards the head of the old devil Hehuan.
At the same time, Lu Tiandu glanced at the three golden skulls carrying sinister aura. With a thought in his mind, dozens of golden and purple light pillars suddenly separated from the prison of wind and thunder above his head. In a flash, it blasted towards the skull.
"Rumble..." Continuous explosions sounded, and hundreds of light beams turned into the true power of wind and thunder hit the huge gray-white ancient shield in the blink of an eye.
With a "click", this exquisite ancient shield was instantly bombarded into pieces without any surprise.
In an instant, the golden-purple light beam that shattered the shield did not stop and landed on the black cloud again.
"Crackling..."
The moment Feng Lei Zhenli came into contact with the black clouds, it was like pouring a ladle of water into a hot oil pan, rolling and steaming violently.
"So strong! What kind of magic weapon is this?"
Feeling that the clouds became dim after being hit by the unbridled beam of light, the expression of the old devil Hehuan changed greatly, and at the same time, he continued to inject gloom. Evil spirit.
Before, he thought that Yunlu's magic weapon was too weak. Now, after being bombarded by hundreds of golden and purple light beams, he realized how terrifying it was.
“Not good.”
Suddenly remembering the natal magic weapon he had released, the old devil Hehuan used the magic formula to recall the three golden skulls, but unfortunately it was already too late.
In the void, a golden-purple light beam bombarded down. Just over a hundred feet away from the land and sky, three golden skulls could not withstand a single breath before turning into powder. The evil spirit was instantly turned into nothingness by the power of thunder and lightning in the light pillar.
The old devil Hehuan turned pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. This was because his mind was damaged in an instant after the magic weapon of his life was destroyed.
"Okay! Okay! Lu Tiandu, I want you to die!"
A gloomy and extremely spiteful voice came from the slightly dim black cloud.
Feeling the golden-purple light beam that was about to fall again, the Albizia Old Demon in the cloud slammed the storage bag on his waist and threw four or five ancient defensive treasures to meet the golden-purple light beam. His right fist hit his heart, and with a "boom" sound, the old devil's heart trembled violently. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a blood arrow with an inch-long crystal figure wrapped in it.
Looking at the blood-colored crystal figure suspended in front of his eyes, the eyes of the old devil Hehuan flashed with pain.
He has been refining the blood spirit clone for hundreds of years, but unfortunately it has not yet reached its completion. If after the completion, the original body and the blood spirit clone merge into one, he may still have a chance to break through to the mysterious power of god transformation. Who else in Tiannan will be his opponent?
It's a pity that the lockdown will be lifted early.
But even without Dacheng, with the weirdness of the blood spirit clone, killing Lu Tian should not be a problem.
Unfortunately, this time I have to expose my trump card.
These thoughts flashed by, and the old devil of Hehuan flipped his fingers, moved his lips slightly, and fired a series of strange magic spells into the little crystal man in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, after absorbing the heart essence and blood of the old devil around him, this little crystal man transformed into a normal human size. His appearance is very similar to that of the old devil Hehuan, with crystal-like skin. It is covered with bloody mysterious lines, which looks weird and abnormal.
The blood-patterned crystal man suddenly opened a pair of indifferent blood-colored eyes, glanced at the Acacia Old Demon, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
On the other side, Lu Tian, who had used all his strength to activate the Wind and Thunder Prison Suppression Map several times since the war, did not know when a blue jade bottle appeared in his hand. After raising his head and swallowing a drop of ten thousand years of spiritual milk in the bottle, Feeling the gradually recovering true energy, Lu Tiandu felt very satisfied.
Needless to say, the power of this wind and thunder prison map is probably weaker than the two imitation spiritual treasures in his hands, whether they were the several Nascent Soul cultivators from the Chaotic Star Sea that he killed before, or the ones that died before. Yunlu, under the middle stage of Nascent Soul, is basically a one-hit kill.
At that time, he had not noticed the problem of real energy consumption. After all, he basically defeated the enemy within a few moves, and the consumption of real energy was negligible.
Now when I meet the old demon Hehuan from the Yuan Dynasty, even though he usually prides himself on his deep real energy, he has fought continuously and activated the wind and thunder to suppress the prison map several times, and the real energy in his body has been consumed by 50 to 60%. , there may be a big war later, and he cannot be allowed to be careless.
At this moment, Lu Tiandu's expression became condensed.
Within his consciousness, a bloody thread shot towards him at an astonishing speed.
"Clone or external incarnation? Blood escape technique? Do you think you can hurt me if you can suppress me in speed?"
Looking at the increasingly illusory Yun Tuan and Zai Yun The figure of the Acacia Old Demon loomed out of the group, and Lu Tian reached out a little, and more than ten golden and purple light pillars suddenly shot out from the prison of wind and thunder towards the blood-colored escape light.
“Hey, interesting, this speed is indeed extraordinary!”
Lu Tiandu sighed as he looked at the bloody figure who disappeared in an instant and then condensed into shape more than ten feet away, escaping the bombardment of the wind and thunder pillars.
The speed of this blood-patterned crystal figure is no weaker than Nangong Ping's Wind and Fire Escape. If he uses Wind Escape or Thunder Escape alone, it is still unknown who can beat him in terms of speed.
"Today you have the honor to see my blood spirit clone, you can go and die!"
The blood-patterned crystal clone of the old devil Hehuan, who was more than a hundred feet away, looked at Lu Tian expressionlessly. Du, with his fingers spread out, a bloody sharp object about a foot long stretched out, and the aura revealed on it gave people a frightening feeling.
“How is it possible? The old devil Hehuan actually made the blood spirit son from my sect’s Wanling Mantra?”
Outside the battlefield, Broken Soul and the old man surnamed Zhong, who had been watching the battle between Hehuan and Lu Tiandu, looked at the sudden appearance of the blood-colored crystal figure and looked at each other. Their expressions changed drastically while showing a hint of fear.
How could they not know how difficult and bloody the Blood Spirit Son Sacrifice is? If we want to achieve the perfection of the Blood Spirit Son, how many high-level monks must be sacrificed by blood and how many high-level monks’ blood essence must be collected?
But it seems that the Blood Spirit Son of the Acacia Old Demon has not yet achieved great success. But even if there is no great achievement, it is not something that ordinary monks can withstand.
After all, Xue Lingzi is said to be immortal. As long as there is still a trace of blood essence in his body, he can recover instantly.
As long as Lu Tiandu is close to this blood spirit son, I am afraid that all his blood essence will be sucked dry in an instant.
The two looked at each other and knew that the war would soon be over.
“What a weird clone!”
Feeling the changes in the blood-patterned crystal man opposite him, Lu Tiandu’s expression condensed and he stopped looking down on him.
This clone may not only be able to perform blood escape at will.
Before the Acacia clone on the opposite side could make any move, Lu Tiandu stretched out his right hand like lightning and struck several times in the air.
Following Lu Tiandu's movements, several rays of purple lightning appeared out of thin air in the sky. Thunder suddenly burst out, and purple light flashed, instantly falling in several directions around the blood-patterned crystal man.
After hearing a "crackling" burst of purple lightning, the blood-striped crystal man who had moved his position instantly still suffered two real thunders.
The Acacia clone that recovered in the blink of an eye appeared again and looked at Lu Tiandu with an indifferent expression:
"Although your thunder method is very powerful, it is unfortunately useless to me. Now, You can die!"
"Really? It seems that your resilience is really ridiculous!"
At this moment, some of the depths of Hehuan's clone had been tested through the Xuanming True Thunder. Lu Tiandu smiled coldly, and at the same time a strange long stick appeared in his hand, it disappeared instantly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Two faint shadows, one blood and one white, collided several times in an instant. At the moment of another collision, Lu Tiandu used his golden muscles with all his strength. In the fourth round of the Jade Bone Skill, his right arm shook, and with a huge force of hundreds of thousands of kilograms, there was a "bang", and the extremely hard blood spirit clone of the Hehuan Old Demon exploded instantly in the void.
The sky was filled with blood splashing, and just when the blood flowers were about to gather, Lu Tiandu raised his dragon-patterned black gold stick in his hand and disappeared in a flash.
After the sky full of stick shadows, what other blood-patterned crystal man is there?
Seeing that the only dim soul remaining in the sky was about to flee, Lu Tiandu slashed with his hand, a flash of purple light, and a Xuanming True Thunder, and He Huan's soul was instantly destroyed.
"Impossible!"
In the dim black clouds, the old Albizia demon who was recovering suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The look on his extremely pale and ugly face suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly changed. I couldn't hide the panic in my heart, and I no longer had the confidence of the past.
At this moment, many of his magic weapons were destroyed, his clones were killed inexplicably, and almost all of his trump cards were revealed. Are you going to die here today?
Outside the field, the three people from the Ghost Spirit Sect watched as Lu Tiandu took out a weird black gold stick and beat them to death after barely taking a few breaths. Even Xue Lingzi's immortal body was lost. The Acacia clone that was displayed disappeared without a trace, with a look of stunned disbelief on his face.
For a moment, looking at the white-clothed figure in the distance, the three of them felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.
“Okay, let’s end it here!”
After using the strange blood-sucking function of the dragon pattern black gold stick to completely kill He Huan’s clone, Lu Tiandu suddenly used all his strength to activate the wind and thunder to suppress the prison. In the picture, in the colorful sky, there is a huge earthquake in the prison of wind and thunder, as if something shocking is about to be released.
A golden-purple light flashed, and thousands of golden-purple light pillars covered the extremely dim clouds like an overwhelming sky.
A shrill scream resounded through Jinguyuan, and the golden and purple light dissipated. Just when the onlookers thought that Hehuan had fallen, a ghostly protective light mask appeared, with disheveled hair exuding vitality. The seriously injured Acacia appeared again.
"The great method of resolving calamity!"
Looking at the old demon Hehuan who was missing an arm but still alive, Lu Tiandu understood instantly.
At this moment, the old demon of Hehuan, who was seriously injured, glanced at Lu Tiandu resentfully, opened his mouth and spat out, and a ball of blood essence instantly turned into a blood mist to wrap around himself, and he was about to use a secret technique to escape.
“Still want to escape?”
Looking at Hehuan who was about to escape, Lu Tiandu had a thought in his mind, Quanli urged, the Fenglei Prison Map trembled suddenly, and hundreds of golden and purple light beams In the blink of an eye, he fell into the ghostly fog again.
"Ah!!"
A shrill scream came out from the black mist again. Just when everyone thought that the old devil of Hehuan would die this time, the old devil of Hehuan, with no arms and covered in blood, unexpectedly Still alive and well.
It’s incredible!
How many parts of this person's body were refined into a stand-in puppet using the calamity-resolving method?
This is the doubt in the minds of everyone watching the battle...
However, everyone knew that even if the old demon could escape this time, he would probably fall into a state of decline due to his severe loss of vitality.
But in the face of Lu Tiandu’s vicious murderous tactics, can the old devil Hehuan still escape?
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