Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 1271
Mo Changsheng's figure kept flickering in the air, and every time he flickered, Ji Wutian would be kicked away by him like a rubber ball.

"Is this Yuanying Zhenjun?" Izumoko stared dumbfounded at the scene in the magic weapon in the mirror, completely bewildered.

Even Yushuang and Bian Hong were the same, they all looked at Ji Wutian who was being kicked away in a daze, and suspected that the Nascent Soul Zhenjun they knew before was a fake.

"Could it be because he hasn't passed the catastrophe yet, so he can't be regarded as the real Yuanying Zhenjun?" Lian Yushuang seemed to be talking to herself, her voice was very low.

However, no matter how quiet the voice was, it was impossible to escape the ears of Izumoko and the others.

"It should be like this!" Izumoko seemed to be cheering herself up: "If the real Yuanying Zhenjun, he would definitely not be abused like this by beings of the same level!"

"How about the Heavenly Sword Master?" Bian Hong asked puzzledly: "Could it be that he has survived the catastrophe? But according to the inference of the ancestors of the sect, it is impossible for anyone to survive the catastrophe at this time. Otherwise, each of us The Nascent Soul elders of the family have already come out."

Izumoko and Lian Yushuang froze at the same time, unable to speak anymore.

boom!
Accompanied by a dull loud noise, Ji Wutian hit the ground face first again. The reason why the sound was dull was that the place he smashed into was exactly the big hole he smashed out before.

Mo Changsheng slowly fell to the ground, and stood in front of the big hole Ji Wutian made, with a calm face and cold eyes.

"come out."

He is very measured in his actions, he will only seriously injure Ji Wutian, and will never kill him, because he is not prepared to let him go so easily.

"Ahem!" In the big pit, Ji Wutian struggled to turn over.

Due to the impact and friction, Ji Wutian's face turned over in several places, the eyeball of his left eye protruded slightly, and the inside was already filled with blood and turned red.

This is the injury on the face. As for the body, every place Mo Changsheng kicked has been injected with two strange energies, one is hot and fierce, and the other is cold and domineering. conflicts, and every conflict would make Ji Wutian feel pain.

"Why? Why is this happening?" Ji Wutian didn't seem to see Mo Changsheng on the edge of the pit, and murmured in a distraught voice: "I am the True Lord Yuanying! I am the invincible True Lord Yuanying! I shouldn't be defeated!" ! I can't lose!"

He is the Heavenly Sword Daoist of Chengjianmen, the supreme arrogance who has never been defeated in battle, how could he be defeated by a casual cultivator who was born in a wild way?
Ji Wutian couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept it at all, in the depths of his pupils, the faint black air had gradually turned into substance, and his bloodshot left eye was glowing with a strange red light .

"Heh, is this about to be enchanted?" Mo Changsheng didn't notice Ji Wutian's abnormality at first, but when Ji Wutian's left eye started to glow red, it was impossible for him not to notice it.

"A person with a demonic nature, just now categorically declared that the famous fairy mountain is a demonic way, hehe, I don't know if this is a kind of irony?"

Mo Changsheng looked at Li Qing and other sword cultivators of Chengjianmen with a sneer on his face: "If you haven't practiced the magic way, how could the dignified Yuanying show his demonic nature so easily? You still have the face to deny that he caught him?" Gone with my two sisters?"

The faces of Li Qing and others all became extremely ugly, the facts speak louder than words, Ji Wutian's behavior at this moment is almost a tacit acquiescence to what he did.

Of course, this was because Mo Changsheng showed overwhelming strength, otherwise, they wouldn't have this expression.

Mo Changsheng was not in a hurry. After seeing Ji Wutian showing signs of being possessed, he simply waited patiently. In fact, when he ravaged Ji Wutian just now, he didn't even show half of his strength. Bewitched, even if Ji Wutian gets a level or two of cultivation after becoming a demon, he can still kill him easily.

Of course, the main reason is that he needs to give Chengjianmen some more time. Only in this way can everyone know the inviolability of Xianming Mountain.

In the big pit, Ji Wutian's injuries are slowly and strangely recovering, not to mention the skin trauma, even Zhu Rong's true power and Tiantian Jianyuan, which were penetrated into his body by Mo Changsheng, are being slowly slowed down by a deep demonic energy. infestation.

In terms of quality, whether it is Zhu Rong's true power or the cracking sword, they are far from being comparable to Ji Wutian's devilish energy, but the first two are water without a source after all, and it is only Mo Changsheng who beat Ji Wutian to punish Ji Wutian. The number of those who entered was very small, so it didn't take long for them to be eroded by the devilish energy.

After Zhu Rong's true power and Tiantian Jianyuan completely dissipated, the speed of Ji Wutian's demonization accelerated significantly, and it didn't take long for him to become completely demonized.

Ji Wutian slowly flew out of the big pit, and all the damaged parts on his body turned into extremely ugly dark brown horny skin, especially his face, which was divided into east and west, extremely creepy.

Obviously, the possessed Ji Wutian doesn't care about his own image. At this moment, he is already obsessed with his crazy rising power.

"Jie Jie! This is real power!"

Feeling the surging power in his body, Ji Wutian spread his hands intoxicated, his scarlet eyes stared cruelly at Mo Changsheng, and said with a grinning smile: "I have to thank you, you made me so powerful, as a thank you , I will tell you mercifully."

"Those two little girls are hiding in my cave, but I have swallowed up all the Yimu anger in them. Even if you find them, you will only get two living dead who are not far from death!"

"How? Are you very angry? Do you really want to kill me? Haha, unfortunately, you have no chance!"

Ji Wutian looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "You once had a chance. As long as you gave me that sword just now, I would be dead, but you didn't. Now, you can never defeat me again!"

With Ji Wutian's wild laughter, endless devilish energy surged out of him, and the deep devilish energy centered on Ji Wutian, spread crazily towards the surroundings, and enveloped all the cultivators of Chengjian Sect in a short while , but behind Mo Changsheng was a vacuum zone, and all the devilish energy that invaded in this direction was blocked by him.

Ji Wutian laughed wildly and glanced at Mo Changsheng, then turned to look at Chengjian Sect cultivators, and said with a sneer: "I feel it, you are fearful, resentful, and angry, you hate me, but you are also afraid of me! Jie Jie, it doesn't matter anymore, let's all turn into my power!"

Suddenly, shrill screams rang out from the pitch-black demonic energy. At the beginning, these screams were full of anger, but soon, the screams weakened.

(End of this chapter)