Chapter 38: Foundation Building Battle
Chapter 38: Foundation Building Battle
Wei Zhong did not reply, but stared at the bloody figure with a serious expression.
It is twice the height of an ordinary person, with long and thin limbs. The head in the center can barely make out the facial features of Zhu Daoren.
There was no skin covering the upper and lower parts of the body, with blood-red muscles exposed on the surface, and the bloody smell emanating from it was simply disgusting.
This is the monster formed by the combination of Taoist Zhu and his blood-colored clone. The aura it exudes is even at the middle stage of foundation building.
Wei Zhong was in a state of tension, with a faint tingling sensation between his brows, 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 black ball, the tingling sensation between his eyebrows suddenly intensified, and Wei Zhong retreated without thinking.
It turned out to be the blood from the spiritual rain just now. It was controlled by some kind of magic cast by Taoist Zhu, and turned into blood lines rushing towards him. The tips of the blood lines were cracked, and there seemed to be sharp teeth in them.
'No, the Cloud Soaring Technique cannot withstand so many attacks.'
Wei Zhong immediately activated the second-level robe on his body, and golden runes suddenly appeared on the azure robe. The runes were connected by golden threads and stacked layer by layer on the surface of the robe, instantly turning the azure robe into gold.
To outsiders, it seemed as if Wei Zhong's whole body was flashing with golden light, and he took on all the blood lines, and then safely escaped from the blood net.
Wei Zhong had just escaped from danger and before he could be surprised, a tall figure appeared in front of him. It turned out to be the Taoist Zhu who took advantage of the time when Wei Zhong was resisting this move and used his escape technique to come to Wei Zhong's side.
The tall figure, more than ten feet tall, bent slightly and almost wrapped Wei Zhong, holding a huge pair of stone shears and smashing towards Wei Zhong from top to bottom.
A large and black magic sword instantly appeared in Wei Zhong's hand and was placed across his head. The spiritual power in his body was running wildly, causing a layer of light to emerge on the dark sword body.
The two devices are connected.
Just listen to a loud "boom".
Wei Zhong's ears buzzed and he was forced to bend down by a huge force, with half of his legs stuck in the rocks.
The surrounding rocky ground instantly turned into debris under the transmission of the huge force. This is a unique way of unloading force of Wei Zhongshui's spiritual power.
If it weren't for this technique, Wei Zhong would probably have been seriously injured by this attack.
Just as Taoist Zhu was about to activate his magic weapon to cut off Wei Zhong's magic sword, he suddenly felt a warning sign and a ray of light rushed towards him.
It was the second black ball thrown by Wei Zhongfei. Although it was only fired in a hurry, its power was still terrifying at such a close distance.
'Close, too close.'
Taoist Zhu watched helplessly as the spiritual light came straight towards his head. He could only slightly move the rock shears in his hand to try to change the trajectory of the attack, while trying to turn his head to avoid damage.
However, he still underestimated the power of the throwing technique. The black ball only brushed against the rock shears, and the huge force transmitted to it almost made him unable to hold the weapon in his hands. His arms and the rock shears were lifted up due to the shock.
Although the trajectory of the black ball changed slightly after hitting the stone scissors, it still cut off half of Zhu Daoren's head and broke his raised arm in the middle.
Wei Zhong would naturally not miss such a great opportunity. He switched from defense to offense with the giant sword in his hand and slashed forward, intending to cut off his head and both arms.
However, despite being hit hard, Taoist Zhu did not hesitate at all. He jumped back with the rock shears in one hand, dodged Wei Zhong's slash, and then took several steps back to distance himself from Wei Zhong.
Wei Zhong missed the target with his strike, so he drew back his sword and defended himself. The blood from the broken limbs turned into streaks of blood and hit the magic sword.
Wei Zhong defended himself and stared at Taoist Zhu in the distance with a puzzled look on his face.
Even a Taoist who had established his foundation should have died from this blow long ago. However, the monster transformed by Taoist Zhu was still able to move freely even after losing half of his head.
In the distance, the remaining half of Zhu Taoist's mouth let out a hideous grin, and the muscles and blood on his arm moved toward the end. In the blink of an eye, a new arm was constructed. Even his head was gradually restored to its original state under the blood-covered state.
After being attacked by such powerful spells twice in a row, he had begun to consider retreating, but a red light flashed in his eyes and violent emotions instantly rushed to his heart.
"Kill, kill, kill. Cut this thief who destroyed my body into pieces, extract his bones and marrow..." Wei Zhong was completely unaware of this change and just narrowed his eyes in thought.
Such a fatal injury disappeared in the blink of an eye. What happened was beyond his understanding after years of practice.
Wei Zhong understood that he could no longer treat the monster in front of him as an ordinary foundation-building spiritual practitioner.
Most of the ordinary spiritual fighting methods are flying sword techniques and long-range combat. They avoid close combat if possible. No one will just come up and chop like Master Zhu.
Moreover, he possesses the magical power of foundation-building spiritual cultivation, and his strength seems to be no weaker than that of foundation-building physical cultivation. He also has such a strange way of healing.
Wei Zhong sighed. The first enemy he encountered right after he was promoted to the foundation-building stage was a tough one.
There is no way. Wei Zhong has always been unwilling to fight the strong with the weak.
【Time and space】
open!
Once, in the middle stage of foundation building, surging spiritual power emerged from Wei Zhong's body. The light black spiritual power became darker and heavier.
But this is not enough. Now I am just barely at the same level as Master Zhu in spiritual power, and he is one level stronger than me in physique.
Then, the second time, [Taoism of Time].
The spiritual power that was several times heavier was generated again. At this moment, the spiritual power in Wei Zhong's body was almost pure black as ink.
Wei Zhong was instantly promoted from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building. When Taoist Zhu saw this change, his rationality returned for a moment and he wanted to escape from the cave.
But how could Wei Zhong give him this opportunity? He lightly waved his sleeves, and 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 snapping sound, not thunder, but the collision of Wei Zhong's fingertips.
As if a start button was pressed, drops of ink-black rain fell, like bullets pouring down on Zhu Daoren's head.
Taoist Zhu stopped in his tracks 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 be flowing with red and black magma.
The black raindrops fell like hitting a hot stone slab, making a hissing sound.
But how could a pair of giant scissors block all the rain falling from above? The raindrops that fell from the weak points of defense pierced through its body like sharp blades, leaving countless hideous wounds in the blink of an eye.
"what!"
Seeing that things were not going well, Taoist Zhu took out a red stone, and then used his spiritual power to crush it into powder and sprinkled it on the stone scissors.
As if adding an incredible combustible material to a flame, the magma on the stone shears began to spread continuously, and finally the entire stone shears turned red, like a fiery red iron, building up a red halo from the inside out, like a large handleless umbrella blocking all the rain.
The high temperature it emitted was so intense that even the Taoist Candle's hands, which were holding up the stone shears, could not withstand it, and a burning smell was emitted.
The mixed smell of blood makes people feel uncomfortable.
"It's poisonous?"
Wei Zhong waved his sleeves, and a layer of inky water drove away all the poisonous gas. At the same time, his spiritual power rolled up the black balls scattered around and was about to use the flying throwing technique to end the fight.
Zhu Daoren, who was far away, had just resisted the invasion of the spiritual rain and had not yet escaped from its coverage when he suddenly felt a sense of alarm. He looked down and saw that it was that damn magic again.
With a roar, he didn't even care about the raindrops of spiritual energy above his head, and lowered the huge red sword that he had raised high to stand in front of him.
(End of this chapter)