Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

Chapter 404 True Dragon Body
The huge body of the Thousand-Armed Centipede weighs thousands or even tens of thousands of tons, not to mention the Thousand-Armed Centipede's own enormous power.

But such a poisonous insect was pushed away by Wei Ji in such a way that it shocked everyone around.

Zizi!

The Thousand-Armed Centipede hissed, opened its mouth, and spewed a cloud of death curse towards Wei Ji who was nearby.

The two sides were very close to each other, and Wei Ji was sprayed on the head, and the horrible aging curse spread throughout his body.

"Little tricks."

Wei Ji's face darkened, and as the curse got closer, layers of dragon-like patterns appeared on his body.

These dragon patterns are blue jade in color. The powerful curse power cannot penetrate into them and can only flow on the surface. Often, just as one layer disappears, a new dragon pattern will appear in the blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Thousand-Armed Centipede approached, and countless pale corpse hands entangled Wei Ji, wrapping him tightly into a ball.

Like the deathly coils of a python, the Thousand-Armed Centipede's coils were even worse, with countless dead hands exerting pressure and beating.

There was no joy on Su Jie's face. He just stared at the corpse handball that was constantly squirming in the void. Su Jie felt a unique breath on it, like the rising sun, and like a surging vast torrent.

Above the sky, clouds were rolling and a huge blue dragon shadow was hovering in the air.

Its body undulates like the waves, its dragon whiskers are like swords, and every swing seems to be able to cut through the wind and clouds, and its pupils are like two bright stars, revealing its boundless divine power.

Su Jie raised his head and looked at the phantom of the blue dragon. The invisible dragon power spread to dozens of kilometers, as if announcing that this was the realm of real dragons.

"Who is this guy? Did he inherit dragon blood?"

Su Jie murmured to himself, snake body, deer antlers, eagle claws, this image fits Su Jie's impression of a real dragon.

In the Tianyuan world, dragons are extremely powerful and terrifying top-level spiritual beasts. Their numbers are rare, and the strength of each true dragon is far above the Daotai realm, but few people have ever seen a true dragon.

"They are just insects, nothing more than evil demons."

The corpse hand ball exploded, and the Thousand-Handed Centipede's body was shaken apart.

Wei Ji appeared again, his image had changed completely. Thick blue jade dragon scales appeared on his body, as if he was wearing a set of close-fitting scale armor, and his eyes had turned into dragon-like vertical pupils.

When Su Jie saw Wei Ji's image, a rumor suddenly came to his mind.

Legend has it that after someone bathes in dragon blood, most people can gain a stronger physique, but only a very small number of people can inherit the bloodline of a true dragon and become a walking human-shaped dragon.

Su Jie was not the only one who was surprised. Everyone around him, whether they were righteous or evil, thought of this rumor.

"This is the body of a true dragon."

Yuwen Jing took a deep breath and saw the source of Wei Ji's change. As the largest sect in Qingzhou, Guanchao Pavilion had collected a lot of information on various secrets and physical conditions.

"I heard from Senior Brother Wei that he once teamed up with others to go to Dongji Lake, where a real dragon with a lifespan of thousands of years lived."

Mo Shiyao narrated the story slowly. Apparently, Wei Ji had an adventure in Dongji Lake and acquired the physique of a true dragon.

"Now the battle really begins."

After moving his wrist, Wei Ji's body was like light, and he instantly appeared in front of the Thousand-Armed Centipede, and collided with the Thousand-Armed Centipede's solid head with one punch.

Bang!
The Thousand-Armed Centipede's upper body leaned back, and its thick tail swept over and hit Wei Ji.

Wei Ji took a few steps back, somewhat surprised.

"In front of my dragon might, you can still be so ferocious."

Roar!
The Thousand-Armed Centipede spewed out poisonous clouds, purple light rays burst, and the storm howled, responding to Wei Ji's words with practical actions.

Ordinary spirit beasts would tremble in fear before the might of a dragon, but due to the nature of poisonous insects, they have no fear of their enemies.

The Thousand-Armed Centipede, which has been cultivated step by step by Su Jie, is even more ferocious. Not to mention Wei Ji, even if a real dragon is in front of it, the Thousand-Armed Centipede dares to take a bite.

Wei Ji frowned and saw the ferocious Thousand-Armed Centipede. He then stepped forward again and chose to engage in a brutal hand-to-hand fight with the Thousand-Armed Centipede.

His arms possess tremendous power, and his body is as indestructible as a real dragon. Every punch and kick he throws will emit thousands of rays of light, like stars falling to the earth.

Roar!
The Thousand-Armed Centipede was like an ancient ferocious beast. Wei Ji's fighting style aroused its inherent ferocity, and it also fought with Wei Ji in close combat.

The battle between the two sides caused the nearby ground to shake, the clouds in the sky were torn apart, and huge cracks appeared on the ground.

The man and the insect were hit from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the crater of Gaoli Mountain, causing the volcano to erupt prematurely, and high-temperature magma covered the entire Gaoli Mountain.

"This...is this a battle in the Secret Treasure Realm?"

Xiao Guanglian swallowed his saliva and watched the battle between the man and the insect. Even the nearby terrain changed.

If it were him who went up there, he doubted he would last more than ten seconds.

"No, ordinary secret treasure realms cannot reach this level."

Yuwen Jing shook his head bitterly. Seeing the battle ahead, his confidence was shaken.

He himself was also in the Secret Treasure Realm, but in front of these two monsters, Su Jie and Wei Ji, he felt that his past title of genius had become a joke.

Not to mention anything else, he was no match for Su Jie, a mid-grade six-refined poisonous insect.

"Trust Brother Wei."

Mo Shiyao clasped her hands together under her chin and prayed for Wei Ji in her heart.

On the battlefield, the confrontation between Wei Ji and the Thousand-Handed Centipede reached a climax.

The Thousand-Armed Centipede had its entire body strengthened by Su Jie, and it had almost no weaknesses. Facing such a ferocious creature, Wei Ji was able to suppress one of the Thousand-Armed Centipede.

Fortunately, the Thousand-Armed Centipede's huge size means it has a very high tolerance rate.

Even if it is injured and bleeding, the Thousand-Armed Centipede can quickly recover its combat effectiveness by relying on its splitting and self-healing abilities.

Wei Ji was very experienced in combat. He had injured the Thousand-Armed Centipede many times. However, for the Thousand-Armed Centipede, if he could not kill it, then it could not be called injured. In terms of real consumption, the Thousand-Armed Centipede's huge body was not just for show.

On the other hand, Wei Ji's dragon transformation state obviously has a time limit. After all, he is not a real dragon, but has inherited a part of the bloodline.

"What a vicious insect."

When Wei Ji saw this, two forked dragon horns grew on his forehead and his aura surged again.

It was visible to the naked eye that his strength and speed also increased dramatically.

Once again in a confrontation with the Thousand-armed Centipede, just one punch landed on the huge insect body. The shock wave from the Thousand-armed Centipede's body was like a blockbuster bomb that broke the insect shell and flesh, and the spreading air wave could spread hundreds of meters away.

"Is this the second stage of the BOSS?" Su Jie felt like he had seen this scene before.

Just when Wei Ji was about to continue his attack, suddenly a bolt of lightning fell and landed right on Wei Ji.

The purple sky thunder triggered by Su Jie directly caused Wei Ji's body to stiffen.

The Thousand-Armed Centipede roared at Wei Ji on the opposite side, and taking advantage of the moment when Wei Ji was stiff, it opened its bloody mouth and was about to swallow Wei Ji into its stomach in one gulp.

Wei Ji remained calm in the face of danger. The injuries in the Thousand-Handed Centipede's body had not yet recovered. He exhaled a breath of sword energy, which was like frost and cracked the wound, slowing down its speed by a beat.

Taking this opportunity, Wei Ji escaped from the tiger's mouth and chuckled, "Magic power, interesting, really interesting, it seems that you, the so-called immortal seedling, still have some ability."

As he spoke, Wei Ji's eyes flashed, and he dodged the attack of the Thousand-Armed Centipede by moving sideways, then suddenly moved closer to Su Jie.

Wei Ji originally wanted to deal with the Thousand-Handed Centipede in a cool way and attack Su Jie, but after seeing that the Thousand-Handed Centipede was difficult to take down, he chose to attack Su Jie, the controller.

Based on his understanding of Gu Masters, their actual combat power is weak.

As long as Su Jie can be killed, the Thousand-Handed Centipede will not be a concern.

Seeing Wei Ji approaching like a god, Su Jie did not show any panic on his face. He just shouted two words: "My wife."

As Wei Ji's fist approached, a red wedding dress appeared in front of Su Jie.

"What do you want to do with my husband?"

Han Ruyan stared at Wei Ji with dead eyes. A strange power permeated the air. Yellow paper money floated in the sky. Wei Ji's clothes changed from a white robe to white mourning clothes.

The fist swinging motion became stiff, and Wei Ji was inexplicably shocked: "A sixth-grade evil ghost, and it's not an ordinary sixth-grade evil ghost."

"Paper money for funeral."

Han Ruyan didn't waste any words and waved her jade hand gently.

She was wearing a festive wedding dress, while Wei Ji was wearing mourning clothes. The two contrasted with each other, and Wei Ji felt alert.

Great Palm of the Universe.

Wei Ji chose to take the initiative and slapped Han Ruyan with his palm. His palm kept changing, covering thousands of square meters. It was the same move that had just killed the multi-legged millipede.

Han Ruyan's body passed through the giant palm silently like a phantom.

The next moment, Wei Ji's limbs began to twist violently, as if he had difficulty controlling his limbs.

The paper money falling from the sky was becoming more and more dense. Each piece of falling paper money had a simple portrait of Wei Ji imprinted on it, as if the paper money was burned just for him.

As the paper money fell, a blood moon appeared in the sky. It was still broad daylight, but the blood moon appeared so abruptly, hanging high in the sky, only more than 3,000 meters above the ground.

Han Ruyan's figure appeared on the blood moon. The huge blood moon was reflected deep in Wei Ji's pupils, pulling his spiritual will into it.

Wei Ji's face was covered with densely packed paper money, which soon wrapped his entire face, limbs and torso. The paper money was burning, as if it was going to ignite his flesh and blood. A grave mound appeared on the ground, with Wei Ji's tombstone engraved on it, intending to bury Wei Ji.

"This strange power, you female ghost..."

Wei Ji's exposed eyes suddenly became fiery, and the muscles all over his body tensed up suddenly. He took a step forward, and his spiritual power was highly compressed, creating a terrifying sonic boom cloud.

He was like an angry lion, his eyes were red and bloodshot. In order to resist the erosion of the strange power, an illusory soul emerged, which was Wei Ji's soul.

And his soul is only a head shorter than his own, and is almost at the great perfection stage. Su Jie's soul was at this level before he entered the Great River of the Dao.

As soon as Wei Ji's soul was forced out, the paper money stuck on his body instantly turned into ashes and could no longer have any effect on him.

"You chose the wrong target. A little bit of strange power is in vain in front of my soul."

Wei Ji's eyes were like fire. He suddenly swung his fist again, and countless dragon scales flew before his eyes. He used his own dragon scales as a guide to unleash the power of a real dragon to exorcise evil spirits and suppress evil spirits.

At the same time, a ball of red flame appeared in the palm of Wei Ji's soul and attached to the dragon scales, instantly detonating the dragon scales, turning them into a hundred-meter-high flaming flower that blasted towards the blood moon.

Han Ruyan frowned slightly, and her body sank under the blood moon. Thousands of tiny blood moons flew out, like blood-red cherry blossoms blown away by the breeze, and collided violently with the flower of fire.

The blood moon continued to evaporate under the flames, and the evil and strange power turned into blue smoke and air, and was consumed in the raging fire.

"You are not the only one who has magical powers. My Burning Heaven Pure Fire magical power will burn you, a ghost, to ashes today."

Wei Ji spoke confidently. The golden flame was the magical power bred by his primordial spirit. It could not only kill the body, but also the soul.

Facing Wei Ji's cold and arrogant words, Han Ruyan held a lantern in her left hand and a dragon and phoenix mirror in her right hand.

The big Chinese character "囍" on the lantern was turned upside down. A bloody line appeared on Wei Ji's neck. His neck was torn and his exposed trachea could be vaguely seen.

The Dragon and Phoenix Mirror began to absorb the Burning Heaven Pure Fire that was covering it, devouring it completely.

The Lantern Ghost and the Woman in the Mirror, two fifth-grade evil ghosts, are completely no match for Wei Ji, but under Han Ruyan's personal control, they can display extraordinary power.

Wei Ji's true dragon body couldn't withstand it, and he was injured and bleeding for the first time.

Azure dragon blood gushed out, and every drop of dragon blood that fell on the ground could create a two-meter-deep hole.

Click.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, thunder illuminated the sky, and accompanied by thunder roars, one after another purple sky thunder bombarded Wei Ji.

Wei Ji attempted to use the Burning Heaven Pure Fire to fight back, but the gap between the two souls was reflected in the power of their magical powers. Su Jie's Purple Sky Thunder penetrated and extinguished the Burning Heaven Pure Fire. Among the ten thunders, four or five were able to hit Wei Ji, causing his skin to be torn and more dragon-like blood to flow out.

Roar!
At the same time, the Thousand-Armed Centipede cooperated with Su Jie and tightly entangled Wei Ji. Its pale corpse hands covered him and restricted his movements.

"Baby please turn around."

Su Jie slapped the sword-raising gourd on his waist, and two rays of light, one white and one red, emerged from the gourd's mouth, piercing through the clouds and breaking through the air, crossing and slashing like flying scissors at a dragon. The White Bone Sword and the Red Snake Sword, these two top-grade magic weapons cooperated with each other to take off Wei Ji's head.

Following closely, there was a jade pendant hanging on Wei Ji's waist. The figure of the woman in the mirror quietly emerged from the jade pendant and stood behind Wei Ji. Her palm was half-illusory, and she used a simple Black Tiger Heart-Picking Technique to dig out Wei Ji's heart.

These killing moves almost sentenced Wei Ji to death.

But Wei Ji, the immortal seedling, was not a man who got his reputation for nothing. He was the number one among the younger generation in Qingzhou. Even at the moment of death, he could still smile.

When multiple attacks were about to hit him, a purple jade wind umbrella rose from the surface of Wei Ji's body, deflecting the flying swords, pushing away the thousand-armed centipede, and blasting the woman in the mirror away.

"Do you really think you can kill me?"

Wei Ji's voice was flat, the dragon scales and horns on his body kept fading away, his body was washed by spiritual light, and the originally stained white clothes became spotless, clean and pure. His three thousand black hairs cascaded down like a waterfall, and his obsidian pupils were like a deep pool, deep and bottomless. An invisible murderous aura emanated from his brows.

(End of this chapter)