Dongfang Yi, the middle-aged Fengshan, and the man wearing the golden mask all have extraordinary methods. While Lu Xiaotian uses illusion magic to delay time, he is also secretly observing the situation. After all, this demonic shadow has not yet reached the Mahayana realm. The strength is not enough to kill three Dongfang Yi. What's more, Lu Xiaotian has to be held back outside.
Dongfang Yi and the other three were fighting fiercely with the seven blood demon shadows. Lu Xiaotian probably also saw that the demon shadows were sharp, but more importantly, relying on their management here, they almost killed seven demon clans with noble blood. A large amount of demon blood passed through his blood refining method. The foundation is extremely strong.
In short, the Demon Shadow's ability to deal with the four late-stage combined powerhouses at the same time relies not only on its own strength, but also on its huge accumulation here.
At this time, Lu Xiaotian's heart began to become heavy. The demonic shadow killed seven demon tribes and gathered countless blood energy through the blood refining method. If he could not solve this threat, even if he and Dongfang Yi joined forces, they might not be able to It's more expensive than the magic shadow.
But now that we have realized the power of the demon shadow, we might as well take targeted action.
After all, it would not be easy for the demon shadow to hold down the four of them at the same time.
The formless mysterious fire raged, and wherever it passed, the red magic tank and the blood that filled the air were evaporated. The huge demonic shadow covering the void gnashed its teeth for a while, and could only be seen muttering in its mouth, while a huge demonic claw waved in the air in an extremely strange way. Kaka....
Suddenly the mountains shook, the earth cracked, and an extremely thick blood mist rose from it. The plasma surged and gathered into blood wheels several feet high. The edges of the blood wheels had clear teeth, like blades. The blade carried the screams of countless dead souls, crushing towards the layers of phantoms of Lu Xiaotian in the void.
Dozens of blood wheels took shape one after another, running through the void, forming bloody tracks. The crushed phantoms were difficult to re-coagulate in a short period of time.
Crack... The phantom mirror domain laid out by Lu Xiaotian now has cracks like a mirror.
Lu Xiaotian's body was forced out of the air by dozens of extremely sharp blood wheels.
"Back off! I will inform you when I need you to take action." Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand to stop Madara Qianji's counterattack. With the attack that Moying was unleashing, Madara Qianji couldn't cope with it. If he was injured at this time, It will become a burden later on, and he will have to devote his energy to taking care of it even if he is unable to do so.
Lu Xiaotian reached out and made a move, and twelve huge pillars of mysterious fire rose up in the raging fire. These pillars of mysterious fire continued to twist at a speed that was fast and slow. After practicing to the current level, Lu Xiaotian's understanding of the mysterious formation of mysterious fire has also reached a new level. At the same level, the mysterious fire pillar formed by the gathering of phaseless mysterious fire is a bit tougher than before.
The pillars of flame formed into a wall, booming... dozens of blood wheels crushed on the wall of flames, constantly breaking through the blockade of the wall of flames, splashing countless flames.
It's just that during the movement of the mysterious fire pillar, the flame wall that was broken through returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
"Ouch!" From the crack, another big monster with two horns on its head, giant saber-toothed eyes, and a blood-colored bone chain hanging on its body rushed out. It grabbed the bone chain with its strong hands and jerked it hard. , actually broke through the blockade of the flame wall and attacked directly towards Lu Xiaotian's body.
Lu Xiaotian frowned. This demonic figure was indeed the incarnation of Demon Lord Tongtian back then. Even without the support of the deity, its methods were extraordinary and could not be compared to those of the old monsters in the late stages of the fusion.
Lu Xiaotian was hesitating that this demonic shadow was difficult to deal with. Although the Wuxiang Xuanhuo was quite powerful at the moment, it was still not enough to deal with the demonic shadow using this method alone. In the midst of hesitation. I saw the three Dongfang Yi being besieged by the seven blood demon shadows. The man with the phoenix fan stretched out his palm and slapped it, and a brocade bag appeared. When the brocade bag was opened, the opening seemed to be an endless abyss.
The huge suction force pulled the golden masked man out of the underground tunnel and sucked a large amount of plasma directly into the brocade bag.
The brocade bag looks only a few feet in diameter, but it is like a giant beast that can never be fed. Endless plasma is extracted from the ground, causing subtle fluctuations in the blood energy that fills the void. This is what Lu Xiaotian has learned from these ten From the almost imperceptible changes in several blood wheels and the bloody monster, it can be seen that this demonic figure must have been greatly affected.
As expected of the Fengxue Sacred Sect, several late-stage fusion powerhouses had already prepared for the arrival. Without Dongfang Yi and the others, Lu Xiaotian would have had no choice but to escape this time. It seemed that the Snow Wind Holy Sect had already anticipated Mo Ying's methods this time.
This demonic figure was also obsessed with it, and actually chose to attack the forces of the Snow Wind Holy Sect. If it were Tongtian Demon Lord or Bingyu Qingluan, he probably wouldn't be so short-sighted.
Dongfang Yi said that this demonic figure had become self-reliant, and was unwilling to be reduced to a mere demonic figure of the Tongtian Demon Lord. He was eager for success, so he probably took such a risk, but he did not expect the revenge of the Fengxue Holy Sect. So fast, so hard.
"Wind Beard Bag!" The demonic shadow couldn't hide the anger in his voice when he saw the brocade bag swallowing up mountains and rivers.
"Isn't it just a demon shadow that wants to keep the Holy Son with us?"
I thought that the middle-aged Feng Fan was the weakest among the three, but I was mistaken. Lu Xiaotian's heart was filled with fear. Taking advantage of the moment when the demonic shadow's attack momentum slowed down, the twelve mysterious fire pillars moved like phantoms, directly surrounding two of the blood chakras in the middle, making a crackling sound, and turned into a dazzling light with a bang. The bloody ulcers spread out.
"What can the Holy Son of the Snow Wind Sect do? If he ruins this demon's great cause, I will destroy all of you physically and mentally!" The demon shadow in the void and the seven blood demon shadows shouted in unison.
"What a shameless statement! If you don't have the demon blood refined through the blood refining technique, your strength will only reach the late stage of integration." Middle-aged Feng Shan said with a smile.
"Really?" These demonic figures responded at the same time.
Even though the Phoenix Fan Man's wind beard bag continued to absorb a large amount of plasma that exuded a demonic aura. But it cannot be completely cracked for a while. The remnant souls in the plasma kept flying out of the plasma, and the demonic shadows in the void of the body whizzed away. Every time it absorbed a bit more remnant souls, the demonic shadows would become a little more solid.
"This demonic shadow has begun to forcibly condense its true body. Although we have taken away a lot of demonic blood, its true body's strength will inevitably fail to reach the level expected. But even if it is a semi-disabled body, I am afraid it will still have the power of the Mahayana stage. This demon must be stopped as much as possible!"
Dongfang Yi scolded, holding his palms slightly, a few pieces of unyielding holy snow flew in the air, scattering countless fine flying snow, forming a snow field in the blink of an eye, adding a bit of quietness and coldness to Dongfang Yi Ping. Unique temperament.
As the snowflakes fell, the countless remaining souls flying out of the plasma seemed to be frozen, solidifying in the void.
