The bone-white wound on Gong Renchou's back healed quickly, and the red blood that rolled outwards shrank back, leaving only a shallow scar. The dark evil energy lingering around it suddenly increased and became thicker.
His dark face lit up with patches of dark red, like cooling volcanic lava.
Gong Renchou swiped the three-foot iron whip in his hand, and the black dragon-like hurricane rushed towards the nearest Marken.
"The ancestor's skills are the dreams of younger generations."
"You owe me a lot. You take more skills and treasures. You really don't look like your predecessors!" Xue Tong was dissatisfied, but his face looked happy.
"My ancestor promised to reward you. This Barbarian Divine Art is similar to the Nightmare Bone True Demon Art. If you use it for reference and seal, my ancestor will not owe you anything." Ma Ken said.
"Well, the old ghost escaped, but if he wants to endanger my ancestor, it will take three hundred years."
"Senior has the final say. I am very satisfied that this junior can help my ancestor take revenge." Xue Tongtong.
"The old guy is too greedy. Two of my top-quality shields were damaged and I got a useless magic weapon... That's all. Gongsun Kui's storage bracelet has a lot of stuff after all, and it eliminates the big worry." Xue Tong muttered in his heart.
"The old ghost's magic dragon whip is useless. This golden spear is an ordinary magic weapon. Old Ancestor takes it away. You can take the whip away." Ma Ken said.
Xue Tong should not be unhappy with Ma Ken, flatter him with words, and dare not be greedy when sharing war profits.
"Thanks to the senior's magical power and medicine, I destroyed Old Ghost Gong. I feel that the old ghost's storage bracelet belongs to the senior, and Gongsun Kui's relics and this golden spear belong to me."
"Come on, share the victory." Ma Ken said.
"Huh, I'll find out later."
"No way, the monster may be a divine beast." Xue Tong thought of strange dreams and immortals in the upper world.
"Exclusively for orcs. Your main bloodline is indeed an animal. I don't know what kind of monster you were in your previous life."
"It took our ancestor seventy years to prepare two bottles of golden blood potion. There are five kinds of beast blood at the master level of Guangzong, and three kinds of six-thousand-year-old elixirs."
If not, the pile of top-quality magic weapons he threw away would not pose a threat to Gong Renchou.
This was his biggest concern. The animal blood stimulated his deeper bloodline, which was much more advanced than the Explosive Blood Pill.
"What is senior's animal blood?" Xue Tong asked.
The warriors of Jinluan Trading Company had fled without a trace moments after Gong Renchou was defeated.
Xue Tong slapped the mastiff to death, his boiling blood still burning. He glared angrily, and the people on the wall immediately dispersed.
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"I don't want to live long, so I'll ask these two demon kings!"
"How the hell do I know this? Why don't you ask?"
"I don't know what I drank in the end, otherwise Marken will lose!"
"Where did the man named Xue come from? The leader of the cult and the high priest both died in his hands."
"Of course, his soul is gone. The big hole in his stomach was stabbed by Xue with a divine spear."
"It's true that Gongsun Kui is dead, right?"
"Destroyed. Even if Gong Renchou has great knowledge and soul power, it will take at least more than a hundred years to become a master."
"Really? It was raining, and the sword light and shadow blocked my view. I couldn't see clearly."
"Not necessarily. I seem to have seen Gong Renchou's spirit escape."
"Wow! The ancestor of the divine sect is dead!" The warriors outside the courtyard wall screamed in shock.
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The black smoke around Marken dissipated at the same time, and he held his head and gasped for air.
Gong Renchou was proficient in the art of divine souls, and the escape speed of divine souls was several times faster than that of ordinary masters.
The black light disappeared so quickly that by the time Xue Tong reacted, he was sure that Gong Renchou's escaped spirit had disappeared.
Gong Renchou's gun exploded into a ball of blood and debris under the combined attack of Xue Ma and Er Rao.
Bang!
Blinking and disappearing into the gray rain and fog
Gong Renchou's eyes suddenly turned black, lifeless, and a black light shot up from his spirit cap.
Xue Tong roared like a beast.
"die!"
His Dark Saint Fist and Shield are exhausted, and the Demonic Dragon Whip is unable to withstand it!
Gong Renchou's way out has been tightly sealed.
His body lost its balance, and the sharply turning sword formation, Xue Tong's Qingming Ju, and Marken's Beast King Sword were attacking again.
Gong Renchou jumped out like lightning and was brought back a little by the sword array and the Beast King Sword.
Xue Tongzhou's Gangmo evil spirit burned like a flame and charged fiercely following the sword array.
Ma Ken shivered in excitement, regained consciousness a little, and rolled his sword towards Gong Renchou's legs.
Xue Tong roared in shock, "Work together to kill the old ghost!"
Xue Tong grabbed the Four Elephant Formation Disk. His meridians had expanded several times, filling up the array's mana in just an instant. Then he activated the sword formula, and the Dragon Killing Sword Formation bombarded Gong Renchou.
Gong Renchou evaded, and the pressure on Ma Ken dropped sharply.
Xue Tong waved his sleeves and shot out purple sleeve arrows, obsidian daggers and red flying knives. The power and speed were as terrifying as Marken's oxlight poisonous needles. Amidst the sharp roars that penetrated the void, a bunch of top-quality magic weapons flew towards Gong Renchou.
Xue Tong's blood was boiling, and the breath he exhaled from his mouth even had a burnt smell. The blood lines on his bones were bright, and the strength accumulated in his muscles was almost tearing apart.
The moment you enter, you feel like you've swallowed a ball of fire.
Xue Tong sucked up all the animal blood in Xumi's bag in one gulp. He didn't care whether it was poisonous or harmful.
A gray bag flew out of Xue Tong's storage bracelet and fished it out towards the blood mist. When it flew back to his mouth, it had shrunk into the size of a spiritual stone bag.
The thick dark red liquid in the porcelain bottle suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist.
The light beam shot by Gong Renchou was exploded in mid-air.
Ma Ken waved his hand, and a black jade porcelain bottle flew towards Xue Tong.
The situation has become clear, either use the treasure whip or escape now. When Xue Tong is faced with a difficult decision and his mind is spinning, Marken's animal blood allows him to see a life-saving straw.
"I'll have a bottle too!" Xue Tong had a flash of inspiration and shouted.
The strength of the two men increased again, but the magnitude was basically the same. Marken's disadvantage gradually increased, and he looked like a loser!
Seeing the situation, Gong Renchou also took a green pill.
Marken drank a bottle of animal blood!
He kept chanting and waving his magic whip, making Jiang Ma Kende more and more confused.
Gong Renchou no longer cared about the life or death of his spiritual pet, he only wanted to kill Ma Ken first.
The Mastiff howled and rolled out. After getting up, it no longer dared to attack Xue Tong and instead pounced on the Dark Bear.
Xue Tong punched with lightning, and the ghost fist hit the mastiff's face hard.
The mastiff's flexibility was beyond imagination. He twisted his body and bit Xue Tong's flank with his bloody mouth.
"Well done!"
The mastiff roared, rolled several times, and pounced towards Xue Tong.
The Demonic Mastiff turned its head and bit, Xue Tong retracted his palm, and the Dark Bear's giant palm had already hit the Evil Mastiff on the shoulder.
Xue Tong grabbed it and scratched five bloody wounds on the mastiff's back.
Gong Renchou flawlessly paid attention to Xue Tong and recited the magic formula faster and faster. As long as Ma Ken's mind was a little smoother, his force would not be able to withstand the heavy blow of his magic dragon whip.
His shadowy figure with bare claws hovered above the bear mastiff, waiting for the opportunity.
"If you can't kill Gong Renchou, killing the evil mastiff shouldn't be a problem."
Xue Tong glanced at the situation around him. Ten managers from Jinluan Trading Company were hiding in the house to watch, and a group of onlookers were lying on the wall, attracted by the big movement in the yard.
The bear mastiffs fought together and formed a group.
There was a sharp look in Gong Renchou's eyes, and a mastiff of the same level flew out of the spiritual pet bag.
A huge ghost bear with a height of one and a half feet at the shoulders.
His spiritual pet was the same as Gong Renchou decades ago. At the current advanced stage of martial arts, it is of little use when the master is fighting. However, the battle situation is tight, so he will use it again.
Marken summoned his spiritual pet.
Xue Tong took away his spiritual pet, picked up the Qingming Iron Ju, and approached the two people fighting fiercely on the field.
"Ma Ken is nothing but a loser. He can't defeat the old ghost at all!"
Xue Tong's pain gradually subsided, and the effects of his magic power, bone art, and Jiangzhu Pills restored 90% of his physical strength. If he didn't take action, it would most likely be too late.
The Beast King's Blade Soul Talisman was extinguished, and Marken's sea of consciousness became slightly chaotic.
The level of his Dark Saint Fist Shield was comparable to that of a magic weapon, and the two dominoes that saved his life were exhausted.
The second domino in front of Gong Renchong exploded, and he punched out his giant fist. The large mass of black light that looked like a substance exploded under the attack of a canopy of poisonous needles, scattering the ox-light needles.
Knives and whips intersect.
Boom!
The recoil caused Marken's huge body to retreat sharply, weakening the critical strike of the Demonic Dragon Whip.
The double power of the explosion and the spring machine's expansion drives the poisonous needle to shoot out at a speed and force ten times faster than that of a sleeve arrow.
The fire flashed, and more than a thousand poisonous needles as thin as ox awns emerged.
Marken's bracelet turned, and a strange device appeared in his hand, a masterpiece of orc mechanics, a flame needle.
The black smoke in his sea of consciousness was gathering more and more.
Looking back at Marken, the soul talisman on the Beast King's sword flickered on and off, and its power continued to decline.
The magic whip soul talisman lights up, indicating that Gong Renchou has exerted the power of the magic weapon to its maximum. The shadow of the magic whip rises to nine feet, like a magic dragon, sweeping towards Marken fiercely.
And erasing the soul imprint of the magic weapon is ten times more difficult than erasing the memory of the old owner of the spiritual pet.
Di Zhu's snake staff was like a low-grade staff to Xue Tong.
Unless the integrated soul is erased and the natal magic weapon is treated like an ordinary magic weapon, it will be of no use.
Refining the magic weapon and improving the soul power are the two main methods to enhance the power of the natal magic weapon.
If the monk is determined not to change the type of weapon, he can try to refine the natal magic weapon. During refining, he needs to integrate a ray of soul into the magic weapon. As the soul power increases, the power of the magic weapon can be enhanced even without refining and upgrading.
Gong Renchou's black magic whip lit up a soul talisman, which was a sign of the power of his magic weapon. The natal magic weapon was connected to the soul and was more powerful than ordinary magic weapons.
Xue Tong was shocked, suppressed his wounds with his magic power, and stood up.
"It's going to be bad!"
Marken's sea of consciousness tightened, and his fighting spirit and anger were immediately suppressed. No matter whether he swung a sword or punched, his force was not as strong as before.
A black light suddenly hit Gongsun Kui's soul, and there was a faint scream. The soul light ball exploded, and the smoke floating around Gong Renchou suddenly increased sharply.
Gong Renchou originally used Taoism to preserve Gongsun Kui's soul, and then sought help to seize his body. Now that the war situation is tense, he has made a new decision.
"Disciple, I can't keep your dead soul as a master, so I have to use it!"
At this time, Gongsun Kui's soul floated out from the corpse.
The Beast King's sword struck the iron whip with great force. Gong Renchou's arm went numb and he frowned.
The sword light he wielded was thick and solid, and a storm blew up in the sea of consciousness, violently sweeping out the intruding smoke.
Markenman's magic has broken through to the tenth level. Although he is still far from transformation, he can already change his body.
He roared like thunder, all his bones crackled and crackled, the earthworms on his skin turned blood red, and his whole body grew twice in size, turning into a giant barbarian two feet tall!
"The old ghost's Taoist skills have really improved greatly!" Marken felt dizzy.
Bone Puppet and White Tiger were afraid of the huge aura on the field and had quietly slipped back to Xue Tong.
Xue Tong's Four Elephant Formation Disks were too far apart, but the golden ray and other swords that flew back to the bracelet were still there. He quickly filled the four swords with mana, and then sucked back the Jiuyou and Zhanma swords that fell not far away.
Xue Tong was thirty feet away and was not affected, but he was startled by the familiar black smoke. Gong Renchou's spirit and Taoist skills were comparable to Gao Di's, and the black smoke did not need to gather into ghosts to exert its power.
As Gong Renchou approached, the strange black smoke gradually spread.
Marken's Beast King Sword slashed hard at the Black Dragon Hurricane.
Marken roared like a beast, his thick hair stood up, and his exposed arms seemed to be covered with earthworms. This was due to his practice of the Barbarian God Body Refining Technique.
Xue Tong flew into the air and flew ten feet again. His throat was sweet and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood. Several more ribs were broken.
With a spear and a shield, a huge force hit Xue Tonggang's demonic aura shield.
The golden spear pierced the two shields and stabbed the top-grade turtle shield again.
"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"
Two of Xue Tong's ribs were broken. Fang swallowed a sixth-grade Jiangzhu pill. He saw a sudden golden light and three shields fired in succession from his sleeve pocket.
This spear was originally used to kill Ma Ken, but Xue Tong stabbed Gongsun Kui to death. How could Gong Renchou tolerate it?
There was a flash of golden light in his sleeve, and a golden magic weapon-level short spear was pointed at Xue Tong.
At that moment, everyone put away their storage bracelets. Ma Ken picked up the golden spear and circled the battlefield, sucking back most of the oxlight needles. He handed Xue Tong a roll of animal skin and said: "The ancestor's wish has been fulfilled, you can do it for yourself." If you want to see me, you can go to any barbarian tribe with the white bone beast sculpture and ask them for help."
Xue Tong breathed a sigh of relief and sent the moody Ma Ken away. His animal blood was still boiling. He was not afraid of Ma Ken's attack, but he was worried about a stalemate.
It would be very wrong to get rid of the Plague God of the Xuangu Divine Religion and get into new trouble.
