Chapter 38: Foundation Building Battle
Wei Zhong did not reply, but stared at the bloody figure with a solemn expression.
It is twice as tall as an ordinary person, with slender limbs, and the central head can barely make out the facial features of the Taoist Zhu.
There is no skin covering the top and bottom of the body, and the blood-red muscles are exposed on the surface. The smell of blood is simply disgusting.
This is the monster formed by the combination of Taoist Zhu and the bloody clone, and the momentum it exudes reaches the middle stage of foundation building.
Wei Zhong was tense, and there was a vague tingling sensation between his eyebrows, as if a poisonous snake was spying on him, and would bite him if he relaxed even a little.
Just as Wei Zhong was pinching another small black ball, the tingling sensation between his eyebrows suddenly worsened, and Wei Zhong fled backwards without thinking.
It turned out that the blood that had fallen from the spiritual rain just now was controlled by some kind of spell cast by Master Zhu. It turned into blood lines and rushed toward him. The tips of the blood lines were cracked, and there seemed to be sharp teeth in them.
‘No, Soaring Cloud Technique cannot withstand so many attacks. ’
Wei Zhong immediately activated the second-level robe on his body, and golden runes suddenly appeared on the cyan robe. The runes were connected by gold threads. They were stacked layer by layer on the surface of the robe, instantly rendering the cyan robe into gold.
To an outsider, it looked like Wei Zhong's whole body flashed with golden light, then he connected all the blood lines, and then escaped safely from the blood network.
Wei Zhong had just escaped from danger and before he could be surprised, a tall figure had already come to him. It turned out to be the Taoist Zhu who used his escape method to come to Wei Zhong while Wei Zhong was resisting this move.
The tall body, which was more than one foot tall, bowed slightly and almost enveloped Wei Zhong. He held a huge stone scissor and smashed it towards Wei Zhong from top to bottom.
A wide and black magic sword instantly appeared in Wei Zhong's hand, lying horizontally above his head. The spiritual power all over his body was running wildly, causing a layer of light to appear on the dark sword body.
The two devices are connected,
Just listen to a loud "boom".
Wei Zhong's ears roared, and he was bent down by a huge force, and his legs were halfway into the rock.
The surrounding rocky ground instantly turned into debris under the transmission of huge force. This was Wei Zhongshui's unique force-relieving method.
Without this technique, Wei Zhong might have been seriously injured by this blow.
Just as Master Zhu was about to use his magic weapon to cut off Wei Zhong's magic sword, he suddenly felt a warning sign in his heart, and a spiritual light shot straight at him.
It was the second black ball thrown by Wei Zhongfei. Although it was only triggered in a hurry, it was still terrifyingly powerful at such a close distance.
‘Close, too close. ’
The Taoist Zhu watched helplessly as the spiritual light headed straight for his head. He could only slightly move the stone scissors in his hand to try to change the trajectory of the attack, and at the same time tried to tilt his head to avoid damage.
However, he still underestimated the power of the flying throwing technique. The black ball just brushed against the stone scissors, and the huge force transmitted by it almost made him unable to hold the weapon in his hand, and his arms and the stone scissors were lifted upwards by the shock.
Although the trajectory of the black ball changed slightly after hitting the stone scissors, it still cut off half of the Zhu Taoist's head, and the arm that was lifting it was also blown off from the middle.
Naturally, Wei Zhong would not let go of such a great opportunity. The giant sword in his hand shifted from defense to attack, and he slashed forward, intending to cut off his head and two arms.
However, the Taoist Zhu who was hit hard didn't show any lag in his movements. He jumped back with the stone scissors in one hand, dodged Wei Zhong's slash, and immediately took several steps back to widen the distance between him and Wei Zhong.
Wei Zhong missed the target and retracted his sword to defend himself. The blood from the stumps turned into lines of blood and hit the magic sword.
Wei Zhong defended himself while staring at Taoist Zhu in the distance with a puzzled expression.
Even the Taoist Zhuji should have died under this blow long ago. The monster transformed by the Taoist Zhu was still able to move freely even after losing half of his head.
In the distance, the remaining half of Taoist Zhu's mouth could be seen grinning ferociously. The muscles and blood on his arm moved towards the end, and in the blink of an eye, a new arm was built. Even his head gradually returned to its original state under the blood-colored wrapper.
After being attacked by such a powerful spell twice in a row, he had already thought about retreating, but a red light flashed in his eyes, and violent emotions rushed into his heart instantly.
‘Kill, kill, kill, cut this thief who has destroyed my legal body into pieces, extract the bones and marrow...’
Wei Zhong was completely unaware of this change and just squinted his eyes in thought.
Such a fatal injury disappeared in the blink of an eye, and what happened before his eyes was beyond the understanding he had practiced for many years.
Wei Zhong knew that he could no longer treat the monster in front of him as an ordinary foundation-building spiritual cultivator.
Ordinary spiritual fighting techniques are mostly flying sword techniques and long-range fighting. If you can't get close, don't get close. There is no such thing as Zhu Taoist who can just come up and chop.
Moreover, it has the power of foundation-building spiritual cultivation, and its strength seems to be no weaker than that of foundation-building physical cultivation, and it also has such weird healing methods.
Wei Zhong sighed. The first enemy he encountered when he was promoted to Foundation Establishment was a tough one.
There is no way, Wei Zhong has always been unwilling to fight with the weak against the strong.
【The Way of Time】,
open!
Once, during the middle stage of foundation building, surging spiritual power emerged from Wei Zhong's body. The light black spiritual power became darker, and its heavy meaning became more obvious.
But this is not enough. Now it is barely on the same level as Zhu Taoist's spiritual power, and it is even better than my physical strength.
Then, the second time, [The Way of Time].
Spiritual power several times thicker was produced again. At this moment, the spiritual power in Wei Zhong's body was almost as black as ink.
Wei Zhong was immediately promoted from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building. Seeing this change, Zhu Taoist had a moment of rationality and wanted to escape from the cave.
How could Wei Zhong give him this opportunity? With a flick of his sleeve, the spiritual energy in the spiritual land was instantly attracted by Wei Zhong.
Dark clouds formed at the top of the cave, and there was a snap, not thunder, but the collision of Wei Zhong's fingertips.
As if the start button was pressed, drops of black raindrops fell, like bullets pouring down on the head of Zhu Daoren.
Zhu Daoren stopped and urged the giant scissors in his hand to protect his head. Under the effect of his spiritual power, the surface of the black stone scissors seemed to flow with red and black magma.
The black raindrops fell like hitting the hot stone slabs, making a hissing sound.
But how could a giant scissors defend all the rain from above? The raindrops falling from the weak defense penetrated its body like a sharp blade, leaving countless hideous wounds in the blink of an eye.
"Ha!"
Zhu Daoren saw that it was not good, and a red stone was taken out by him, and then it was crushed into powder by his spiritual power and sprinkled on the stone scissors.
As if adding a great fuel to a flame, the magma on the stone shears began to spread continuously, and finally the whole stone shears turned red, like a fiery red iron, and a red halo was built from the inside out, like a handleless umbrella covering all the rain.
The high temperature emitted by it could not even withstand the hands of Zhu Daoren who raised the stone shears, and it emitted bursts of burning smell.
The mixed bloody smell made people feel uncomfortable.
‘It’s poisonous? ’
Wei Zhong flicked his sleeves, and a layer of ink-colored water drove away all the poisonous gas. At the same time, the spiritual power rolled up the black balls scattered around and wanted to perform the flying throwing technique to end the fight.
Zhu Daoren in the distance had just resisted the invasion of the spiritual rain, and before he could get out of its coverage, he suddenly felt a warning in his heart. He looked down and saw that damned technique again.
With a roar, he didn’t even care about the spiritual raindrops above his head, and put down the red giant sword raised high in front of him.