The moment the day's punishment appeared, Wu Tian was in high spirits, but it soon turned into disappointment.
The blood evil thunder appears along with the blood evil. Although the Heavenly Punishment in front of me is bright red in color, like oozing blood, it is obviously not the blood evil thunder.
He originally wanted to leave, but he wanted to think that the power of the heavenly tribulations was stronger than the last, and he might appear later.
Cuo Laomo in the distance was absorbing the blood energy below. When he saw Wu Tian still standing there stupidly, his face lit up with joy.
He was really afraid that the other party would run away while he was going through the tribulation.
In the next few minutes, one catastrophe occurred one after another, and Cuo Laomo suffered more and more injuries. When he finished resisting the last catastrophe, there was only a thin layer of blood left in the pool below, but now he Shi laughed proudly.
As long as he resists the next heavenly punishment, he can break through to the ninth level.
Judging from the power of the catastrophe just now, he has no problem at all.
At this moment, Heavenly Punishment appeared, but bursts of blood-colored evil mist poured out from the entrance of the cave. Cuo Laomo didn't pay attention, but he didn't see the excitement in Wu Tian's eyes in the distance.
"Come on, let me see how strong you are."
Cuo Lao Mo yelled wildly, but the next second when he saw a figure rising into the sky and rushing straight towards the entrance of the cave, his unscrupulousness turned into panic.
"Stop, stop, damn, do you hear me?"
"Let me help you."
"help you,,,"
Cuo Laomo, who was yelling loudly, wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.
At this time, Bloody Heavenly Punishment had just rushed out of the cave entrance. He paused after sensing that there was one more person, and the wind was howling above the small border town, as if he was furious.
At this time, Wu Tian had already flown nearby, surrounded by blood demons. He did not stop, and directly raised his hand, and the swarm of thunder-hidden mosquitoes that he had moved out of Qingtian Lei Mansion poured out from the beast ring at his wrist.
As early as in the beast ring, they had already sensed the aura of blood-thunder, and at the same time they became extremely violent. Now they rushed forward after coming out.
In the blink of an eye, the huge blood-thundering thunder was covered by more than 500 Thunder Hidden Mosquitoes. Amidst the continuous crackling sounds, each Thunder Hidden Mosquito was shaken out, but they quickly rushed back as if nothing happened.
"This, this,,,"
Cuo Laomo, who didn't know what had happened, was confused. However, when he felt a terrifying thunder and lightning condensing and preparing to strike, his face instantly turned pale.
If he still had the confidence to face the punishment from heaven before, now that it has been doubled due to the intervention of outsiders, all he can do now is pray.
All of this was caused by that guy.
"Zombie, I swear I will cut off your flesh and blood bit by bit, so that you can't live or die."
Wu Tian doesn't have this guy's abuse, let's wait until you survive first.
At this time, he was staring at the hole. After rushing in, he would also have to bear the punishment from heaven.
This heavenly punishment depends on the realm of the intruder. He is currently in the middle stage of returning to the void, which means that the power of the heavenly punishment will be comparable to the full blow of a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
Sure enough, in the next second, a bloody thunderbolt fell, which was much smaller in size than Cuo Laomo's.
This time, Wu Tian did not use his three heads and six arms, but directly held a black stick and faced him.
Boom, as the thunder and lightning were scattered with a stick, Wu Tian was also shaken by the electricity.
After finally regaining their balance, the swarm of Thunder Hidden Mosquitoes on the other side also swallowed up all the Blood Demons. Now they are all flying around in the air, as if they were drunk.
Wu Tian finally put them away, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face, as if he had noticed something incredible.
At this moment, an earth-shaking loud noise came.
He turned around, just in time to see the scarred old devil Cuo Laomo lying in a huge pothole. At this time, there was no good flesh and blood on his body, and even his left hand was missing. However, he raised his head and let out a wanton cry. laughter.
"I survived, ahem, I survived."
These injuries are nothing to him. As long as he kills a hundred or so people, he can recover quickly with the help of their blood.
Just when he was getting carried away, a black stick smashed down with the force of a mountain and river.
After reacting, Cuo Lao Mo raised his intact right hand to block his head.
boom,
There was a sound of metal and metal, and Cuo Laomo took a few steps back. He shook his hand and smiled ferociously at Wu Tian, who was attacking him: "You must be tired of living, little bastard. Even if I haven't recovered now, I don't care if I want to deal with you." Down."
He was indeed right. Wu Tian originally planned to leave, but after seeing his miserable appearance and depressed aura, he decided to give it a try.
There is no other reason than for the power of merit.
This guy's sins far exceed those of the previous demon, and he must have no less merit.
"oh?"
Wu Tian raised his eyebrows and displayed three heads and six arms.
"what about now?"
Just now, he just used his own strength to smash it out, and the power was not too great. Now he directly used the three heads and six arms to suddenly increase his momentum, which was comparable to that of a mid-eighth-level demon slayer.
"Not enough." Cuo Lao Mo shook his head.
"What about this?" Wu Tian clenched his fists, and magic patterns appeared on the surface of his body.
Boom, the late eighth level is still at its peak.
Wu Tian felt regretful for a while. He originally thought that after the magic pattern breakthrough, his physical body should also be able to improve, but it seems that it is still a little behind.
Cuo Laomo's eyes narrowed, but he breathed a sigh of relief.
"not enough."
"That's enough for you."
The next second, he rushed over with six black sticks in his hand. Before today, the old devil with injuries on his body and unstable breath might have been able to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.
But at this time, he didn't want to be so cowardly. After all, he had just broken through, and being forced to flee without a fight by an eighth-level demon was a shame for the proud man.
Soon, the two sides started fighting in the cave.
If the team of monks were present a few days ago, they would be shocked to find that the battle at this time is not on the same level as the previous one.
Before, Wu Tian only relied on his own strength to fight against the so-called Master Wan Sha. In the end, he only used his three heads and six arms when the opponent used his killing move.
Now he is facing the battle with the strongest posture. The bonus of three heads, six arms and magic patterns alone allows him to reach the peak of the late eighth level. In addition, he holds six magic weapons in his hand. It can be said that any eighth level demon is here. At that time, he could not survive a hundred rounds.
However, his enemy today is a ninth-level demon. Even though he has just broken through, his realm is not yet stable, and his combat power is far superior to that of an ordinary eighth-level demon.
As the roaring and loud noises continued to be heard, the underground stone pillars were continuously smashed. The two sides fought hundreds of times in just two minutes, with an average of more than three blows per second. The scene seemed evenly matched, but the old devil Cuo was More and more frightened.
He never expected that a mere early eighth-level demon slayer could cross a huge realm and tie him with him with a series of weird secret skills.
As he smashed a black stick away, Cuo Lao Mo let out a muffled groan. The original injury from Dujie, which he had just suppressed by force, began to relapse under this fierce battle.
Feeling the pain in his internal organs that was like being bitten by countless ants, Cuo Laomo roared: "Go to hell."
The next second, a large number of magic lines appeared on the surface of his body, ninety in total, just a few missing, covering his whole body.
At the same time, a terrifying power filled the surroundings. It was obvious that this guy was preparing some killer move.
Little did he know that Wu Tian, who was standing not far away, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although his current combat power was strong enough to rival the ninth-level demon who had just broken through, he had a fatal flaw.
Can't last.
The weight of this set of Qianjun magic weapons is too terrifying. The six pieces add up to more than 60,000 kilograms. Even if his magic power is restored, he can only last for about ten minutes at most.
Fortunately, the other party couldn't bear it anymore.
Seeing that the opponent's killing move was about to take shape, Wu Tian no longer hesitated.
The next moment, the six-armed Shura in the sea of consciousness raised his head and roared, and at the same time punched in the direction of the old demon.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and then Cuo Laomo covered his head and let out howls of extreme pain, and rushed straight over as if he was going crazy.
Wu Tian dodged and then saw him hit the cliff not far behind him, causing countless rocks to fall.
At this time, Cuo Lao Mo had a ferocious face, bleeding from all his orifices, the recurrence of injuries during the tribulation, the spiritual attack, and the backlash after his killing move was broken. The combined pain of the three almost prevented him from ascending to heaven.
Wu Tian in mid-air watched the other person keep hitting the wall, trying to relieve the pain. He didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so big.
I have to say that Wu Tian’s timing was excellent. Of course, there was also luck involved.
A few minutes later, after the old devil had stabilized slightly, his entire aura had become sluggish, and his combat power was less than 30% of what he was at his peak.
"Damn it, damn it,"
The cursing Cuo Laomo no longer had the courage to continue fighting. He wanted to escape, but at this moment, a figure blocked him.
Even without the magic weapon Qianjun, Wu Tian still had the peak combat power of the late eighth level at this time, and he was still crushing the seriously injured Cuo Lao Mo.
After a fight, Cuo Laomo, who had suffered several wounds, saw that he was no match, so he lowered his face and wanted to beg for mercy, but Wu Tian ignored him at all, and the movements in his hands became more fierce.
"Okay, okay, you forced me."
Forced into a corner, Cuo Laomo, knowing that there was no hope of escape, looked at Wu Tian with red eyes, and finally exploded himself.
The power of a ninth-level demon's self-destruction is so powerful that even if the old demon has suffered severe damage, it is still enough to shatter the weak Nascent Soul monks to pieces, even some early Mahayana monks who are relatively close.
In an instant, the huge underground cave collapsed, and countless falling rocks buried the place.
At this time, standing above the small border town, dozens of monks came over after hearing the news. The strongest were only in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
Forced by the power of the demon, they did not dare to rush in. Even if there were many people, they could not hide their fear of the demon.
When Cuo Lao Mo blew himself up, the land and mountains within a radius of dozens of miles trembled.
Just when they were puzzled, they saw the entire town collapse in.
