At this point, Naratu Demonic Phase could no longer suppress him with its divine power, but it was still very difficult for Wang Zheng to break this method.
As soon as he turned back, two white blades rushed up from his side. In an instant, he changed his direction and went straight to kill the devil's head. Many of the Dharmakaya True Infants had already manifested in Zifu. Now, if he looked at the devil's head with concentration, he could see Seeing that the energy around his body was so strong that it would be difficult to break through from the outside, and the converging spirit of his two heads and four eyes was obviously the key to the devil's appearance, Wang Zheng made a prompt decision, but he seized on this key weakness and wanted to make a big move. Breaking Xin Moro's demonic form.
The two white blades came straight towards the door, making Xin Moluo's heart tighten. He leaned back and lowered his two big hands, trying to crush Wang Zheng's tricks. .
Latu's demonic figure is huge and majestic, and two white blades are in his hands, like a few rice beads, held firmly in the palm of his hand. Xin Moruo clenched his fists, pouring mana into them, and suddenly there was a rumble and muffled sound around him. He saw the red light flowing in the demonic hand, like blood flowing through it, gradually covering up the little white light in the palm.
While others were marveling at the power of this demonic form, Xin Moruo inside Latu's demonic form couldn't help but frown, and the murderous intention in his heart became even stronger.
As soon as those two white blades came into his hands, he noticed something was wrong. Wang Zheng wanted to use this method to break his demonic appearance, but the white blade itself was not sharp at all. Instead, it was as heavy as a stone, and he couldn't help but fall down.
Xin Moluo had never fought against Wang Zheng, so he didn't know the uniqueness of the "Sutra of Immortality and Virtue". However, after he had achieved some achievements in the magic power, he immediately took Feng Jian to try his hand. Considering that this Fengyun Conference has been a hundred and twenty years since the last one, it is reasonable for Wang Zheng to take the lead and slightly surpass Feng Jian in terms of strength. Unexpectedly, Wang Zheng's ability to condense and master the true essence was even higher than what he had originally expected!
Wang Zheng's slightly thin face still had a calm expression. Since the beginning of his entry into the school, he has been rated as stable by his elders. Now, even though he is facing a strong enemy, he is not at all panicked or ugly.
The two white blades were condensed by his true essence, and now they were driven by him at will. After entering the palm of Latu Demon, Wang Zheng pinched it with two fingers and shouted "Get up!", invisible to others. In the palm of his hand, two white blades suddenly folded inward, condensing into a ball of white light. If there was a tendency to fall before, now they hit upwards with a huge force, shaking both the demon phase's arms. Get up!
Wang Zheng's true energy is extremely thick, and these two groups of white light seem to contain thousands of mountains and seas. It is definitely not something that ordinary people can pinch down. Holding such a heavy object in his palm, Xin Moro also felt his hands go numb, and a force of escape suddenly climbed from his palms to his upper arms, causing his body to shake violently.
It's just that this thing is so powerful, how can he let it go?
Xin Moruo shouted sharply, and a force of energy sank into his Dantian. He immediately stabilized the body of the devil. Then he raised his fists, but he opened a toothless and tongueless mouth in the palm of his hand and swallowed two drops of blood. Spit out!
As soon as the blood bead was sacrificed, it turned into a scarlet smoke and enveloped Wang Zheng's white light. Unfortunately, Wang Zheng's true energy was as solid as a rock. Seeing that Xin Moluo could not move with the blood, he felt the same in his heart. Very unhappy, Mo Xiang couldn't help but tighten his fists even tighter.
The Demon Sect monks follow their own hearts and practice all seven emotions and six desires. Xin Moluo's joy and anger are all expressed in color, which is very different from Wang Zheng's calmness and calmness.
The orthodox Taoist sect pays attention to patience and patience. Wang Zheng's calm and calm demeanor made Zhaoyan disciples feel at ease, secretly thinking that Xin Moruo should not be able to defeat senior brother Wang.
Wang Zheng didn't show it on his face, but he was filled with solemnity in his heart. He didn't dare to look down on his opponent. Every move he made was to think first and then act. Now he put two fingers together to trace the incantation, and then opened the spiritual gate of his Dantian, urging him to A wave of true energy surged upwards, making the white light in the hands of the Demonic Master become more solid and heavier. Finally, it broke the big hand and slammed into the faces of the two heads!
This was not the end, Wang Zheng swung the fly whisk horizontally, and nine half-foot-long iron nails appeared in front of him. The upper end of this object was slightly thicker, and the end was sharp. The whole body was simple and dull, but after looking at it, he screamed People's hearts are filled with fear, and they feel that the cold air on the iron nails is definitely not an ordinary and vulgar thing!
There are few disciples in the sect who are poor, especially a monk with a strong background like Wang Zheng, who will not lag behind others in terms of magic weapons and external objects.
His magical weapon is called the Black Iron Soul Locking Nail. It is made from the Black Iron Crystal Essence under the Dragon Abyss. It was forged with strange fire by a spiritual elder in the cave. It only relied on the methods of the True Infant cultivator, but how could it be achieved? It can't be damaged at all. A set of nine soul-locking nails can block each other's spiritual thoughts. Once the opponent's soul is locked, the opponent's soul can be split apart instantly, thereby defeating the enemy and winning without any disadvantage!
When facing Feng Jian earlier, Wang Zheng had never had such a set of magical weapons in his hand to defeat the enemy, otherwise he would not have been defeated by the opponent by just one move, and ended up ranking thirteenth on the most popular list.
Now that he has this thing in hand, he has more confidence to face Xin Moruo. He had already refined the nine soul-locking nails to the point where he was very handy. Now when someone urged him, he immediately raised the sharp end and drove it into the devil's head with a roar.
First, the true energy broke through the face, and then he had the powerful threat of the soul-locking nail. Wang Zheng's excitement gradually calmed down, and his eyes lit up slightly.
At this time, Xin Moruo laughed loudly, and then roared angrily. He lifted up his entire demonic body, causing the nine soul-locking nails to penetrate his chest and abdomen one after another. With a hint of sullenness, he said: "If you can force me out of this endless river of blood, you will not lose unjustly!"
Bang! Bang——
Everyone was shocked when they realized that this was the sound of the Soul Locking Nail falling to the ground.
Xin Moruo pulled up the two heads, but his body turned into a vast river of blood. In the blink of an eye, it surged to the entire fighting platform, swallowing Wang Zheng and the others inside!
The two heads of the Latu demonic image were shaking up and down, grinning and glaring with anger.
Wang Zheng was trapped in a river of blood and wanted to find a way to pull himself out. However, the blood in it was extremely viscous, as if there were thousands of big hands trying to drag him down. If there was a good strategy at this time, it would be to cut off the surrounding blood river water neatly and escape. Unfortunately, Wang Zheng's strength was too blunt and heavy. The two forces were entangled with each other, which made his limbs sink. The rolling blood fell down with a wave.
With Xin Moluo's temperament, of course he wanted to get rid of him quickly now, but although Wang Zheng sank into the river of blood, his body was still like a mountain and could not be shaken at will.
Xin Moluo secretly cursed "hard stone", but his men did not relax even half an inch. He only drove Wang Zheng into despair. He knew that his skills were indeed inferior to others today. If he continues to fight with the opponent in this situation, he must go first. Not to mention defeat, it is easy to leave some injuries, or use it as a life-saving means, which is not worth the gain.
He felt a little pity in his heart, but he was also a man who knew the trade-offs. Now he thought about it carefully and said, "My fellow Taoist has won this battle, and I am convinced."
(End of chapter)
