Lord of Time: From a Five Elements Cultivator to a Master of All Daos

Chapter 227: Powerful Demon Suppression, Redbeard Appears

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Wei has already broken through to the middle Nascent Soul stage. This gives us a greater chance of defeating this demon," Bu Wenzhi said happily.

He felt very familiar with Wei Zhong's act of hiding his cultivation. Once upon a time, he also tried to be safe and always kept a layer of concealment on top of his cultivation.

But as he entered the Nascent Soul stage, his progress in cultivation became slower and slower, making it inconvenient to hide.

Wang Qianxi was also a little surprised that this casual cultivator with mediocre aptitude could actually make some progress after entering the Nascent Soul stage.

"Could it be that he used the Five Elements Spiritual Cultivation Method?"

There was no time to think too much, because Wei Zhong in front of him had already leaped out and headed straight for the blood demon.

"My two fellow Taoists, you should be surprised again after you defeat this blood demon."

Before he could finish his words, Wei Zhong's figure turned into a streak of silver lightning and disappeared on the spot, leaving only an afterimage.

Seeing that Wei Zhong dared to attack, the blood demon quickly waved the blood bell in his hand.

Wei Zhong's lightning flashed and changed direction.

However, this evasive gesture did not successfully get rid of the influence of the ringing sound.

The blood demon had learned his lesson and did not take the initiative to attack Wei Zhong again. Instead, he waved his hand and a rain of blood covered Wei Zhong's entire body.

The raindrops fell, but did not hit the ground. Instead, they paused and floated in the air, gradually turning into a blood-red water ball that wrapped Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong shuddered suddenly and woke up.

The golden and silver thunders in his hands flashed and kept colliding with the blood rain around him, making a hissing sound and producing a pungent stench.

When he broke free from the blood ball, he found that the blood demon was heading straight towards Wang Qianxi and Bu Wenzhi.

Bu Wenzhi looked quite mature and was not someone to be trifled with. The Blood Demon had set his sights on Wang Qianxi from the beginning.

The ringtone rang again, and the two fell into a brief daze.

The bloody claws flew straight to Wang Qianxi's back, and this time the blood demon tried to be safe.

To his delight, the female cultivator did not have the keen spiritual perception of the male cultivator, and she only woke up when her claws pierced her skin.

Moreover, he had no physical training, so his resistance was not that fierce.

When Wang Qianxi was in a daze, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back and realized that she had been tricked by the demons.

The spiritual power was running at high speed, and a river map rose from the robe. On it was a picture of a spiritual river, with a small boat floating in the river. The boatman at the stern was holding a bamboo paddle in his hand and sliding the boat forward.

When Wang Qianxi injected spiritual power into it, the river map suddenly came alive.

The boatman looked up, as if his vision penetrated the outside world. He raised the oar in his hand and slapped the blood demon's claws.

A green spiritual bamboo suddenly extended out from the picture.

"Snapped!"

It was like a bamboo stick hitting his palm, and the Blood Demon retreated in pain.

Wang Qianxi turned around and held a green bamboo stick in her hand, with even some green leaves left on it.

Ignoring the injury on his back, he continued to move his hands and waved the bamboo stick.

"Crack, crack..."

The sound kept ringing.

Wei Zhong looked at this scene in surprise.

Obviously the bamboo stick was not very thick, and Wang Qianxi did not have any strength when she swung it, but every time the blood demon was hit, it looked as if it was in great pain and could hardly control itself.

In a short period of time, he was whipped seven or eight times.

Then he roared unwillingly, and with demonic energy spreading out, he retreated a hundred feet.

"Spiritual instrument?"

As the blood demon retreated, Wang Qianxi stopped and mobilized all her spiritual power behind her. However, this spiritual power at the middle Nascent Soul stage had little effect on the black and red demonic blood remaining behind her.

There was no time to help him heal his injuries. The moment Wang Qianxi's counterattack ended, Bu Wenzhi had already woken up and rushed to the location of the evil shadow with Wei Zhong.

He waved his hand and threw out a formation plate, which instantly connected the upper and lower heaven and earth. A powerful suppressive force emerged here, causing the Blood Demon to stop moving, with a look of pain on his face, as if he was crushed by endless power.

A golden light flashed in Wei Zhong's hand, and the Golden Thunder Sword soared into the sky, then fell from the sky again with the golden divine thunder, passing through the body of the blood demon.

The latter felt pain and roared, then turned into a ball of blood and energy and dissipated in all directions, before condensing into a solid form again a hundred feet away.

Compared with before, his aura was weaker, and he looked even more embarrassed than when he had just passed through the space channel to this place.

With hatred in his eyes, he looked at Wei Zhong and the fifth-level magic formation that stretched for dozens of miles behind him.

Originally, he had the soul-capturing blood bell, so escaping from here should have been a sure thing.

People like Wang Qianxi and Bu Wenzhi had no means to stop him.

But Wei Zhong happened to appear, a person who was both an attacker and a defender and whose spiritual perception was extremely sharp, and the blood bell had almost no effect on him.

In addition, due to the obstruction of the magic array from the outside world, it did not have enough time to break the array, and could only stay near the Demon Abyss, fighting with the three people in flying magic.

'It's really unlucky!'

……

Wei Zhong didn't care how much he was thinking, as Wang Qianxi had already approached him.

Bu Wenzhi turned around and asked:

"Xixi, do you need some time to rest?"

The latter shook his head slowly, as if he was determined to take down the demon despite his injuries.

Pain appeared on his face from time to time. This devil blood was more troublesome than Wang Qianxi had imagined.

Recalling Wei Zhong's easy response at the beginning, he slightly regretted not practicing the family's body-building method.

"Go all out and take down this demon!"

After Wei Zhongyan said this, he took out a colorful golden bamboo umbrella. Dazzling evil-repelling divine thunder flashed from the treasure fan and spread outwards for several miles.

At the same time, with a wave of his left hand, endless black flames filled the lightning space.

The "Thunder and Fire Barrier" opened again with the support of Wei Zhong's strong spiritual power.

The rapidly spreading lightning and flames enveloped the two people around him and also swept up the demonic shadow not far away.

He wanted to cast a spell to escape, but the endless flames and lightning were like a countercurrent that kept pushing him towards the core where the three people were.

Bu Wenzhi caught a glimpse of the precious umbrella in Wei Zhong's hand and the black flames emerging from the air, and exclaimed:
"No wonder Fellow Daoist Wei was able to defeat Yu Si. The power of this barrier is such that it would be difficult for even this old man to break free."

Wang Qianxi's heart also tightened, and she was secretly frightened by the golden thunder and black fire floating in the air.

Wei Zhong smiled lightly without saying much. He raised his right hand and slowly clenched it. Then a huge hand of thunder and fire formed in the barrier and grabbed directly towards the blood demon.

The blood demon was busy dealing with the thunder and fire around him and did not notice the approaching hand of thunder and fire at all.

By the time the Blood Demon stood out from the many suspended golden thunders and black fires, it was already too late.

He was captured directly in his palm, and dense lightning and flames intertwined and poured into the blood demon's body, as if to cleanse his bloody demonic energy.

The latter uttered a cry of extreme pain and struggled hard but to little avail.

The demonic energy had lost most of its power under the cover of thunder and fire, and could not stir up much wind and waves. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Wei Zhong and the other two, with various magical instruments in his hands and dazzling spiritual light emerging from above, the Blood Demon understood that the other party wanted to defeat him directly with a powerful blow.

He looked down at the blood bell in his hand, a trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

But then, as if he had made up his mind, he bit his tongue and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the blood bell, making its already blood-red surface even more crimson.

A blood bell rose from his hand, like a blood-colored magic lamp, emitting a captivating blood light.

Wu Sheng uttered a word:
"burst!"

"Not good," Wei Zhong's face changed drastically when he saw this action, and he quickly gathered the lightning and fire around him to defend himself.

But it was useless. The blood bell exploded, not because of the surge of demonic energy, but because of the explosion and spread of endless spiritual power.

It was as if a divine consciousness bomb had been dropped into this barrier.

Wei Zhong and the other two stopped their movements after being hit. Bu Wenzhi and Wang Qianxi's moves, which were just about to begin, collapsed.

But it had already been injected with powerful spiritual energy, so that this small collapse carried endless power.

The two people's magic weapons flew out of their hands, and their figures were thrown into the air. Blood flowed from their mouths, staining their clothes...

In comparison, Wei Zhong was in much better condition. He was not in a difficult position like the other two who were ready to strike.

However, the colorful golden bamboo umbrella in his hand had already fallen out of his hand, and the thunder and fire barrier flickered for a few seconds before rapidly collapsing.

Wei Zhong felt a slight pain in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ever since the "Record of Time" appeared to suppress his sea of ​​consciousness, Wei Zhong has rarely been injured by this kind of spiritual attack.

Looking up at the blood demon, he found that he had not suffered any good consequences from his self-destruction.

His body was broken and he covered his forehead as he fled out of the magic circle.

Wei Zhong used the Golden Thunder Sword, but found that the sword did not respond. After probing, he found that the marks on the sword had been wiped out by almost half by this round of self-explosion.

"It needs to be refined once more before it can be used. That's all!"

A small black ball appeared in Wei Zhong's hand, and the throwing technique flew out of his hand. Two black lights rushed towards the blood demon one after another.

A stinging feeling of being threatened rose in his mind, but Wu Sheng had no intention of looking back or even dodging, and flew straight towards the outer magic circle.

When he got close to the formation and the light was only ten feet away, Wu Sheng could almost see the panicked faces of the human cultivators under the formation.

An ugly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, the black ball behind also arrived.

"Snapped!"

Without any surprise, the black balls came one after another and smashed the blood demon's body directly. It shattered into pieces and turned into a large ball of black and red blood that smeared on the aura of the formation.

The monks in the formation were so frightened that they retreated one after another, and the voices of discussion rang out: "Is it over?"

Wei Zhong did not relax at all. With lightning flashing under his feet, he approached the magic circle.

Suddenly, from the pool of blood, a two-foot-long blood-red Nascent Soul emerged, with two horns on its head and a bright red body.

Wei Zhong was surprised:

"Demon Yuanying?"

This was the first time that Wei Zhong saw the existence of a demon Yuanying. He was so surprised that he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The lightning around him did not stop, and his attacks and escapes continued. A beam of lightning was chasing after his Nascent Soul.

The latter turned around and looked at Wei Zhong with a hint of resentment, and then showed a look of sarcasm. He moved slightly and escaped from the lightning.

The speed of the Nascent Soul cannot be caught up with by ordinary attacks. Even if a cultivator's physical body is traveling, it is far less fast than the Nascent Soul.

Wu Sheng turned his head, and his Nascent Soul became illusory and directly entered the spiritual light of the formation.

The monks below were in a panic when they saw this.

But Wu Sheng ignored everyone and directly escaped from the magic circle.

Ling Ziwei's grip on the bamboo tube tightened and loosened, and suddenly Wei Zhong's voice sounded in her ears, so she picked it up again.

He raised his hand and sacrificed it to the Blood Demon's Nascent Soul.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared suddenly out of nowhere, and a piece of golden bamboo tube floated high up. Dazzling golden lightning shot out from it and headed straight for Wu Sheng's Nascent Soul.

It was so fast that it was even faster than the sky-breaking divine thunder that Wei Zhong had casually thrown.

This thing was made by Wei Zhong from a stump of a ten-thousand-year-old golden thunder bamboo. After refining it, he placed it in the golden thunder bamboo forest in the cave to foster and grow.

It absorbed a lot of the power of lightning flashing in the bamboo forest, and its power was quite good, much stronger than the ordinary fourth-grade low-grade talismans.

This is one of Ling Ziwei's life-saving methods.

Moreover, it carries divine thunder that can ward off evil spirits, which is most effective against demons, and even has enough killing power to harm the demon's Nascent Soul.

As expected, after this attack, the demon's Nascent Soul had to turn back to defend itself. The demonic energy around it surged and turned into a thick demonic energy shield, barely blocking the thunder attack.

He lowered his head and looked at the group of Jindan cultivators, searching for the person who attacked him.

The Jindan cultivators below immediately panicked upon seeing this, and less than half of them raised their magic weapons to try to fight back.

Being stared at by the Nascent Soul Demon, Ling Ziwei's heart tightened, but then Wei Zhong's voice sounded in her ears:
"Good job!"

Then something was stuffed into his hand. It was a piece of bamboo tube that was very similar to the one just now.

As for the previous one, it quickly shattered into ashes after the lightning strike.

Silver lightning flashed, and Wei Zhong was quickly approaching Wu Sheng's area.

A colorful golden bamboo umbrella appeared in his hand, with a mark of obstruction on it. Wei Zhong directly communicated with the Thunder Dragon in the "Treasure Record of Time" and forcibly controlled this treasure.

Even more terrifying lightning flashed, enveloping Wu Shengji and an area of ​​ten miles around him, forming a golden prison of lightning in mid-air.

When Wu Sheng's Yuanying saw this even more terrifying prison of thunder and lightning, he immediately showed despair on his face.

In just a few breaths, the lightning barrier quickly dissipated, and Wei Zhong's figure emerged from it.

There was a sudden cheer from below. Wei Zhong was half standing in the air, but there was not much joy on his face.

"It's a pity that we were unable to capture this Blood Demon's Nascent Soul."

The other party knew that he could not escape the disaster, so he chose to self-destruct, leaving Wei Zhong with no benefit at all.

Not far away, Bu Wenzhi and Wang Qianxi finally arrived and heard what Wei Zhong said. Bu Wenzhi stroked his long beard and said slowly:
"Fellow Daoist Wei, you have already demonstrated your prowess in killing this demon. Capturing a Nascent Soul cannot be forced."

Wei Zhong nodded, thinking whether to use his merit points to exchange for a fourth-level demon-suppressing tower. This magic weapon not only targets the demon's physical body, but also has a suppressing effect on its Nascent Soul.

Things would be much easier if I had a Demon-Suppressing Tower.

While I was thinking, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears:
"Not bad!"

Wei Zhong turned around and saluted quickly:
"Greetings, Senior Hongxu."

In front of him was a half-grown boy in red clothes, who was scratching his non-existent beard and staring at Wei Zhong and others with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)