Chapter 38 Foundation Building Fight
Wei Zhong did not reply, but stared at the bloody figure with a solemn expression.
It is twice as tall as an ordinary person, with slender limbs, and the central head can barely make out the facial features of Taoist Zhu.
There is no skin covering the top and bottom of the body, and the blood-red muscles are exposed on the surface. The smell of blood is simply disgusting.
This is the monster formed by the combination of the Zhu Taoist and the bloody clone, and the momentum it exudes reaches the middle stage of foundation building.
Wei Zhong was tense and felt a faint tingling sensation between his eyebrows, as if a poisonous snake was spying on him and would bite him if he relaxed even a little.
Just as Wei Zhong was pinching another small black ball, the tingling sensation between his eyebrows suddenly worsened, and Wei Zhong fled backwards without thinking.
It turned out to be the blood that fell from the spiritual rain just now. It was controlled by some kind of spell cast by the Taoist Zhu. It turned into blood lines and rushed toward him. The tips of the blood lines were cracked, and there seemed to be sharp teeth in them. .
‘No, Soaring Cloud Technique cannot withstand so many attacks. '
Wei Zhong immediately activated the second-level robe on his body. Golden runes suddenly appeared on the cyan robe. The runes were connected by gold threads. They were stacked layer by layer on the surface of the robe. The robe instantly turned into gold.
To an outsider, it looked like Wei Zhong's whole body flashed with golden light, then he connected all the blood lines, and then escaped safely from the blood network.
Wei Zhong had just escaped from danger and before he could be surprised, a tall figure had already come to him. It turned out to be the Taoist Zhu who took advantage of Wei Zhong to resist this move and used his escape method to come to Wei Zhong. .
The tall body, which was more than one foot tall, bowed slightly and almost enveloped Wei Zhong. He held a huge stone scissor and smashed it towards Wei Zhong from top to bottom.
A wide and dark magic sword instantly appeared in Wei Zhong's hand, lying horizontally above his head. The spiritual power all over his body was running wildly, causing a layer of light to appear on the dark sword body.
The two devices are connected,
Just listen to a loud "boom".
Wei Zhong's ears roared, and he was bent down by a huge force, and his legs were halfway into the rock.
The surrounding rocky ground instantly turned into debris under the transmission of huge force. This is Wei Zhongshui's unique force-relieving method.
Without this technique, Wei Zhong might have been seriously injured by this blow.
Ren Zhu was just about to use his magic weapon to cut off Wei Zhong's magic sword, when he suddenly felt a warning sign and a spiritual light shot straight at him.
It was the second black ball thrown by Wei Zhongfei. Although it was only triggered in a hurry, it was still terrifyingly powerful at such a close distance.
‘Close, too close. ’
Taoist Zhu watched helplessly as the spiritual light headed straight for his head. He could only slightly move the stone scissors in his hand to try to change the trajectory of the attack, and at the same time tried to tilt his head to avoid damage.
But he still underestimated the power of the flying throwing technique. The black ball just brushed against the stone scissors, and the huge force transmitted by it almost made him unable to hold the weapon in his hand, and his arms and the stone scissors were shaken upward. Lift.
Although the trajectory of the black ball changed slightly after hitting the stone scissors, it still cut off half of the Zhu Taoist's head, and the arm he lifted was also blown off from the middle.
Naturally, Wei Zhong would not let go of such a great opportunity. The giant sword in his hand shifted from defense to attack, and he slashed forward, intending to cut off his head and two arms.
However, the Taoist Zhu who was hit hard did not show any lag in his movements. He jumped back with the stone scissors in one hand, dodged Wei Zhong's chop, and immediately took a few steps back to get away from Wei Zhong. distance.
Wei Zhong missed his cut and retracted his sword to defend himself. The blood from the stumps turned into lines of blood and hit the magic sword.
Wei Zhong defended himself while staring at Taoist Zhu in the distance with a puzzled expression.
Even Taoist Establishment should have died under this blow long ago. The monster transformed by Taoist Zhu was still able to move freely even after losing half of his head.
In the distance, the remaining half of Taoist Zhu's mouth could be seen grinning ferociously. The muscles and blood on his arm moved towards the end, and in the blink of an eye, a new arm was built. Even his head gradually returned to its original state under the blood-colored wrapper.
After being attacked by such a powerful spell twice in a row, he already thought about retreating, but a red light flashed in his eyes, and violent emotions rushed into his heart instantly.
‘Kill, kill, kill, cut this thief who destroyed my legal body into pieces, extract the bones and marrow...’ Wei Zhong was completely unaware of this change and just squinted his eyes in thought.
Such a fatal injury disappeared in the blink of an eye, and what happened before his eyes was beyond the knowledge he had practiced for many years.
Wei Zhong knew that he could no longer treat the monster in front of him as an ordinary foundation-building spiritual cultivator.
Ordinary spiritual fighting techniques are mostly flying sword techniques and long-range fighting. If you can't get close, you can't get close. How can there be someone like Taoist Zhu who just comes up and cuts.
And it has the power of foundation-building spiritual cultivation, and its strength seems to be no weaker than that of foundation-building physical cultivation, and it also has such weird healing methods.
Wei Zhong sighed, the first enemy he encountered when he was promoted to Foundation Establishment was a tough one.
There is no way, Wei Zhong has always been unwilling to fight with the weak against the strong.
【Times Taoism】,
Open!
Once, during the middle stage of foundation building, surging spiritual power emerged from Wei Zhong's body. The light black spiritual power became darker, and its heavy meaning became more obvious.
But this is not enough. Now it is barely at the same level as Zhu Daoist’s spiritual power, and it is even better than my physical strength.
Then, the second time, [The Way of Time].
Spiritual power several times thicker was produced again. At this moment, the spiritual power in Wei Zhong's body was almost as black as ink.
Wei Zhong was suddenly promoted from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building. Seeing this change, Taoist Zhu changed his mind for a moment and wanted to escape from the cave.
But how could Wei Zhong give him this opportunity? He gently waved his sleeves, and the spiritual energy in the spiritual land was instantly activated by Wei Zhong.
Dark clouds formed at the top of the cave, and there was only a snap, not thunder, but the collision of Wei Zhong's fingertips.
As if a start button was pressed, raindrops as black as ink fell down, like bullets pouring on the head of the candleman.
The candleman was stopped in his tracks and urged the giant scissors in his hand to protect his head. Under the influence of his spiritual power, the surface of the black stone scissors seemed to be flowing with red-black magma.
The black raindrops dripped down like hitting the hot stone slabs, making a gurgling sound.
But how can a pair of giant shears defend against all the rain falling from above? The raindrops falling from the weak points of defense penetrate its body like sharp blades, leaving countless traces in the blink of an eye. of hideous wounds.
“Ha!”
Taoist Zhu saw that something was not good, he took out a red stone, and then crushed it into powder with his spiritual power and sprinkled it on the stone scissors.
As if adding a great fuel to a fire, the magma on the stone scissors began to spread continuously. Eventually, the entire stone scissors turned red, like a fiery red soldering iron, creating a red halo from the inside out, like a handleless handle. The big umbrella covered all the rain.
The high temperature emitted by it can’t even be resisted by the Zhu Taoist’s hands holding up the stone scissors, and it emits bursts of burning smell.
The smell of blood mixed with it makes people feel uncomfortable.
‘It’s actually poisonous? ’
Wei Zhong flicked his sleeves, and a layer of ink-colored water drove away all the incoming poisonous gas. At the same time, his spiritual power rolled up the black balls scattered around, and he tried to use the throwing technique to end the fight.
The candle Taoist in the distance had just resisted the invasion of the spiritual rain, but before he could escape from its envelope, he suddenly felt a warning sign. When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw that damned technique again.
With a roar, he didn't even care about the raindrops of spiritual energy above his head. He lowered the red giant sword raised high and stood in front of him.
(End of this chapter)