Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

"Then what do you think we should do?"

The good thing about Lu Wenwu is that he listens to advice.

Apart from the books he had read in Mutu before, his impressions of the world of immortal cultivation all came from online novels in his previous life.

Now that the local natives have put forward their own views, it is still necessary to refer to the following.

The Skyfire Demon God said quickly, "Why don't you use the same trick you used to kill the Blood Mark Ancestor before? You should first accompany the Blood Mark Ancestor, and then... take advantage of the opportunity to attack and kill one instantly! This way, you only need to catch one and beat him up, and there is a high probability that you can keep two souls."

Chapter 246: Which top demon lord won the resurrection match?

"Well, although it doesn't fit my usual style, what you said makes sense. I can give it a try." Lu Wenwu shrugged. "After all, since I'm here, I should try to integrate into the local customs and practices, otherwise I'll seem like a loner."

The spiritual exchange is a long process to describe, but in reality it only takes a moment.

The reaction speed of the soul is incomparable to that of the flesh and blood body, and a huge amount of information exchange can be completed in a moment.

Lu Wenwu adjusted his vocal cords, turned to look at the True Lord of Destiny, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Me? I am the Blood Mark Patriarch Jia Wulie, the Lord of Zhennan City. Who are you?"

He rarely told lies, so he was a little unskilled at this time.

However, with the murderous aura he released and the "life armor" transformed from the scarlet abyss, the credibility of these words suddenly increased.

It is consistent with the stereotype of the Jia people in the minds of the monks who enter.

The A people will not go to the extent of fighting and killing the human race as soon as they meet, but they will not have a good face towards them either.

They are extremely wary and cautious of humans, and seem ready to use their magic weapons to engage in a life-and-death battle at any time.

"I am one of the great elders of Tianji Tower, and my Taoist name is Mingli. May I ask fellow Daoist Xuewen, have you ever seen a demon in your world? This demon calls himself Tyrannosaurus, and has killed countless people in his life. His karma is boundless, and anyone can kill him. The three of us are here to guard him, and our actions will eliminate the harm in the world."

"Devil?"

Lu Wenwu calmly narrowed the distance between himself and the True Lord of Destiny, with an indescribable excitement faintly mixed in his voice.

"Are you talking about a tall, fire-using, and spirit-transforming cultivator who has a canine-like monster? Did he swallow the golden elixir and the Nascent Soul alive after defeating his opponent?"

The eyes of the True Master of Destiny lit up: "That's right! Have you seen it, fellow Taoist?"

"Yes, of course I have."

What responded to him was a sudden military killing punch after the disguise was removed.

Lu Wenwu returned to his original appearance with a grim smile, flames surging on his fist.

"It's you, Grandpa Tyrannosaurus!"

"bad!"

The True Lord of Destiny's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted in his heart. A round shield magic weapon suddenly appeared in front of him, shining brightly.

The heavy khaki color instantly turned into the shadow of a mountain, blocking the path of the military killing fist.

His Taoist name is Mingli. He is proficient in the art of divination and has amazing talent and perception in spiritual perception. Even the peak cultivator who is about to ascend to the immortal realm will not be stronger than him in spiritual perception.

When Lu Wenwu's military killing fist just started, the spiritual sense of the True Venerable of Destiny began to send out crazy warnings and his heart was beating wildly.

It was a great crisis as if he was about to perish in the next second, reminding him to use as many means of defense as possible, as it was completely too late to escape or attack.

"court death!"

"Beware!"

Shuoguang Sword Master and Molu Zhenzun, who had always been wary of Lu Wenwu, reacted at the same time.

They attacked together, and the sword light and three talismans flashed over in an instant.

The three talismans flashed rapidly in the air. The small teleportation talisman used for small-range space transfer flashed in the air and turned into ashes, sending the other two talismans away.

The first fifth-order iron talisman to arrive was directly attached to the phantom of the hill released by the True Lord of Destiny.

In an instant, the phantom turned into reality.

The hill looks like cast gold and iron, with a metallic luster in the black.

The third Divine Sword Talisman used for attack and the sword light released by the Shuoguang Sword Master blasted towards Lu Wenwu.

"Strong and powerful, strong and powerful!"

Lu Wenwu was not surprised but happy, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

Without any intention of dodging, he just charged straight towards the oncoming attack.

At this moment, the three Jindan monks were all stunned for a moment.

what! ?

He didn't even dodge!

During the long lives of the three gods, they had seen monks with such brutal fighting methods.

But in the vast majority of cases, such people die before reaching the Nascent Soul stage, and the rest do not live long enough to reach the Spiritual Transformation stage.

It’s hard to say about the divine beast.

But every single one of the Divine Transformation cultivators is basically a steady weirdo + a pervert.

Even a sword cultivator wouldn't have such a fierce fighting style.

The abilities of high-level monks are varied and strange, and basically no one dares to take the opponent's attack head-on and exchange injuries with the opponent.

Who knows what kind of difficult-to-remove tricks are hidden in the opponent's attack?

Besides, if an attack can be avoided, why waste defense and spiritual energy to resist it?

In the eyes of the Divine Transformation cultivators, such an exchange of blood and spiritual power is a great loss.

Being able to use the spiritual power tactics of a small unit to counter the opponent's large unit spiritual power tactics is already a win-win in itself, and there is no need to exchange blood for offensive rhythm.

It is very normal for a battle between high-level monks to last for three days and three nights.

Using one's own injuries to exchange for an uninterrupted rhythm of attack is a loss and can easily lay the groundwork for failure in the battle.

Since the fifth-level Divine Sword Talisman was directly transmitted by the Small Teleport Talisman, it had the fastest speed and was directly imprinted on Lu Wenwu's forehead.

"boom!"

The divine sword talisman that looked like a silver drill seemed to hit a mountain, stirring up countless silver-white rays.

The bloody dragon scales on Lu Wenwu's forehead shattered, and one could almost see the jade-like skull inside the bloody and mangled area between his eyebrows.

"boom!"

The military killing fist instantly blew up the earth-attributed defensive magic weapon that was strengthened by the fifth-level iron protection talisman, and the phantom of the hill turned into a real one, along with the round shield behind it, which was smashed to pieces by Lu Wenwu's punch.

The true meaning of martial arts condensed into a magic knife and chopped towards the head of the True Lord of Destiny.

The three Jindan monks worked together to dissolve the terrifying force released by Lu Wenwu, but were unable to block the remaining intent of the punch.

If the fist intent is not dissipated, the weak body of the True Lord of Destiny will explode into a bloody rain in an instant.

"laugh!"

When Lu Wenwu smashed the defensive magic weapon of Mingli Zhenzun, the sword of Shuoguang Jianzun also pierced his chest at the same time.

The blood dragon scales were unable to completely block the extremely sharp sword intent. A trace of sword light still pierced through Lu Wenwu's left chest, shot through the front of his heart, and left a sword mark half the width of a fingernail.

Blood with a faint golden glow spurted out under the pressure, looking extremely miserable.

The power of the forged god body and the true dragon fighting body was fully demonstrated at this time.

Without any defense, Lu Wenwu was attacked by the sword cultivator at close range, and only suffered some superficial injuries.

Yes, this is just a skin injury.

To Lu Wenwu, this wasn't even an injury.

In just one breath, the wounds on his chest and forehead were repaired, and they looked as intact as before the battle.

"This time the opponent is very alert and reacts quickly. He has something special." Lu Wenwu gave a very pertinent evaluation.

It's not like he hadn't done this before, when he got close to the opponent and then suddenly attacked.

But the only one who could truly foresee and make effective defenses so far was the True Lord of Destiny.

Ranked second in defending against Lu Wenwu's sudden attack and injury was the evil old Taoist priest whose grave grass had grown several meters high.

He tried to defend and counterattack, but he lost his soul just after releasing half of his move and was killed instantly by Lu Wenwu's punch.

"You evil demon, why don't you surrender immediately and confess your crime!"

Mo Lu Zhenzun waved a small flag in his left hand, and stacks of talismans kept appearing in his right hand.

These long talismans seemed to have their own life. They continuously released light and flew into the air, then quickly burned out in the air, releasing strange waves one after another.

"Congeal!"

Along with a low shout from Mo Lu Zhenzun, the surrounding formation flags shone brightly at the same time.

Lu Wenwu, who was preparing to pursue the victory, felt his body suddenly stagnate, as if he was stuck in a quagmire. His whole body suddenly became slow, and even his body became a little heavy.

Several bodies used to carry the runes were shattered, leaving only thousands of colorful characters condensed in the air.

Under the guidance and control of Mo Lu Zhenzun, those colorful lines were like ballistic missiles that could lock onto targets, bombarding Lu Wenwu continuously.

Every time a rune mark explodes on Lu Wenwu's body, a unique force will begin to erode Lu Wenwu's body.

Freeze, burn, corrode, curse, slow down, and cause mental confusion.

In this kind of battle where he only had to face one person, Mo Lu Zhenzun, who had prepared sufficient talismans, had enough advantages and almost completely controlled Lu Wenwu on the spot, constantly giving him various negative buffs all the time.

"Devil, suffer death!"

The three-foot green sword of the Shuoguang Sword Master was completely unsheathed. The flying sword was flashing with a light golden glow and shining with cold light, emitting bursts of coldness.

A sword was thrust out, its extreme sharpness seemed to split the space apart.

Unparalleled sword energy crisscrossed, and even the eyes of the Shuoguang Sword Master were flashing with powerful sword intent, as if the whole person had become a sword, a sword that traversed the world.

This seemingly invincible sword once again chopped towards Lu Wenwu's head.

On the other hand, even if only the fist intention was left of the Military Killing Fist, it was not something that the True Lord of Destiny could easily take on.

Even without the blessing provided by the sea of ​​blood, this incomplete fist intent is still powerful.

Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators would die if they were touched by it or if they were wiped by it!