Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 78

The enchanting white bones turned into a knife, and the town of Xuanshi is hundreds of miles away.

The white spine keel was slowly withdrawn from the body of the Nine Furnace Corpse Demon. The corpse surged and turned into sharp edges, and a terrifying ferocious aura surged up.

"That's... a demon soldier!?"

Lin Xian'er's face paled. She once heard from the experts in the clan that among the demons and ghosts, there are those with advanced cultivation, who can refine their bodies and transform them into weapons. They can almost be called the strongest killers.

"This corpse monster is so difficult to deal with."

Xiao Chaoyuan's pale complexion became even uglier. Even if he hadn't been seriously injured, it would be very difficult for him to face such a monster.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at Li Mo worriedly.

"Humans, despair."

The Nine Furnace Corpse Demon whispered softly, turning the White Tiger Yin Saber lightly in its hand, its edge trembling, and the birds chirping.

The black knife light burst out, and the ground ten feet away suddenly exploded, causing smoke and dust to fill the sky.

Li Mo's figure was instantly devoured, and at almost the same moment, Jiulu Corpse Demon charged into the wind and dust with a white bone knife, without giving Li Mo any chance to breathe.

hum...

At this moment, a ray of black light surged out from the pervasive smoke and dust, and the metallic coldness reflected a ferocious intent.

Jiulu Corpse Demon's complexion changed suddenly, he instinctively turned his arms, and the white bone knife was in front of him.

The sound of metal and stone colliding suddenly fell down, followed by a long howl that shook the sky, like a dragon screaming, and the terrifying power instantly scattered the surrounding smoke and dust.

At this moment, everyone realized that there was an extra spear in Li Mo's hand. It was dark and mysterious, exuding a cold breath, and the limp gun body gradually became firmer.

"Rune Weapon!?" Nine Furnace Corpse Demon roared in a low voice.

hum...

Li Mo held the long spear, the black dragon rose up, the tip of the spear was like a drill, and the terrifying inner breath wrapped around the surroundings, stabbing at the Jiulu demon corpse with a destructive force.

In an instant, the white bone knife followed like a shadow, and the strong corpse aura crazily ate away the inner breath entwined on the black dragon gun like maggots attached to the bones.

"Capture the Dragon Spear!"

Li Mo laughed wildly, turned his fist into a spear, and the artistic conception of capturing the dragon's hand rolled over and merged into the black dragon spear.

In an instant, the long spear roared, sharp as a claw, sharply condensed, and stabbed out angrily while falling backward.

The bones and knives were staggered, and the aura of the corpse was torn apart by the spear.

The Black Dragon Spear turned into an afterimage, and the terrifying inner aura condensed on the tip of the spear, instantly piercing two black holes in the body of the Nine Furnace Corpse Demon.

The aura of corpse suddenly leaked out.

At this moment, everyone's expressions changed.

The Black Dragon Spear was domineering and ferocious, and with a little concentration of Wanjun's strength, it finally broke through the corpse demon's body.

At this time, the icy eyes of Jiulu Corpse Demon finally revealed a look of horror. After fighting until now, he took his first step backwards.

However, Li Mo couldn't do what he wanted.

"Dragon and Snake Alternate!"

Suddenly, Li Mo's right hand vibrated violently, two streaks of blood intertwined, like a dragon and a snake, intersecting and changing, terrifying power surged in his palm.

He gripped the Black Dragon Spear tightly, and suddenly turned and threw it with the alternating force of dragon and snake.

The force of breaking the wind extinguished the demonic energy, and the black dragon spear almost turned into a black line, like a thunderous strike, spinning sharply, and it actually directly penetrated the head of Jiulu demon corpse.

Two shots to the body and one shot to the head, King Hades shook his head when he saw it.

Roar……

The Jiulu demon corpse roared wildly, and the strong corpse aura could no longer be suppressed, and escaped from his body.

He has practiced hard for a hundred years, and he has swallowed up so many evil spirits to cultivate such corpse energy and achieve the current Taoism.

However, in the face of the Black Dragon Spear that is alternately blessed by dragons and snakes, even the Nine Furnace Demon Corpse can't resist it. The piercing of the head will cause irreversible damage to any life.

"Humanity……"

The Nine Furnace Corpse Demon let out an angry roar, and the Bone Yin Knife penetrated into his body like a worm, unable to hold on any longer.

"As expected of a corpse demon, how could he not die after being so severely injured?"

Li Mo's thoughts suddenly rose, and his inner breath was so powerful that it surged like a frenzy. Not far away, the ancient bronze sword inserted horizontally in the leather shell suddenly flew over, spinning at high speed in the air, and directly bypassed the neck of Jiulu Corpse Demon.

There was only a muffled slash, and the gloomy head flew high, and the black corpse aura soared into the sky to win the championship, like a dark cloud sweeping across, covering the sky.

Finally, the Nine Furnace Corpse Demon stopped moving and fell down with a plop.

"Dead...dead..."

The night wind howled, the wild grass bowed its head, everything returned to calm, and even the sound of insects could be heard in the distance.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the cemetery that had already been turned into ruins, their horrified eyes finally fell on the body of Jiulu Corpse Demon.

With his body and head in a different place, the demonic aura dissipated... The big Jiulu demon finally fell... and fell into the hands of the evildoer in front of him.

"Too...too strong...in the ninth level of the Inner Breathing Realm...the strength is so terrifying."

"My mother, he's really a teenager? Isn't some old monster rejuvenated?"

"I don't believe that someone can have such strength at this age... Fuck... Jiulu ghosts are all killed... This..."

The disciples of the Lin family were all moved, and they looked at Li Mo with eyes full of awe.

At this moment, in their eyes, Li Mo is more terrifying, more mysterious, and more incredible than Jiulu Demon Ghost.

They dare not, and are unwilling to believe, that there will be someone among their peers who can reach such a state.

Such a gap is beyond their lifetime.

"In this world...there are still such people!?"

Lin Xian'er stared blankly at Li Mo, her mind was full of his invincible figure in the battle just now, and an unprecedented strange color gradually covered that quiet and beautiful face.

"He... it's him again... Didn't it mean that we will never meet again!?"

At this moment, Lin Yunfei hid behind the crowd, trembling in his heart, his feeling was stronger than anyone else's.

What happened to Yunzhongfang has long been his lingering demon, and his arm is still aching.

I thought it was just a joke of fate, an accident of fleeting years...

Who would have thought that fate would make them meet again.

This time, the shock Lin Yunfei received was much stronger than last time, and the Nine Furnace Demon Ghost became a dead soul under the gun in an instant.

This man is much stronger than he thinks.

"Finally dead!"

At this moment, Li Mo let out a long breath, his body heaved and his sweat transpired, turning into bursts of white smoke.

For Li Mo, this battle was extremely exhausting. Whether it was physical strength or internal energy, it was almost a waste of money.

Since he had achieved success in cultivation, he had never fought such a hearty battle.

"Cool!"

Li Mo grinned, showing a long-lost smile, and his fiery eyes fell on the body of Jiulu Corpse Demon.

After returning, he can let the Daomai Linggen give birth to a third section, and his cultivation will go a step further.

With this in mind, Li Mo took back the Black Dragon Spear, wrapped it around his waist, and then walked to the side of Jiulu Corpse Demon, the terrifying inner breath scattered the scattered corpse energy.

He picked up the corpse demon in one hand and the bronze sword in the other, and turned around to leave.

"Wait...wait a minute..."

At this moment, Xiao Chaoyuan cried weakly, staring eagerly at Li Mo.

Twice Houshan epiphany, one life-saving grace, and even the last breakthrough was because of dreaming about the other party.

Xiao Chaoyuan knew that the young man in front of him was probably his chance, the greatest chance in this life.

"let's go."

Li Mo didn't realize it, carrying the Nine Furnace Demon Corpse on his back, carrying Shen Xu, jumped up deep, and disappeared into the vast night.

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