Chapter 1774

God Zhaoyou adopted this fighting style with a very obvious intention: he wasn't greedy for merit, he just wanted to drag Elder Liu and the others here. Once time passed, whether the Tiangong sent reinforcements or True Person Jieshui trapped under the mine tunnel escaped, as long as help arrived, he would immediately change from defense to offense.

Dong Rui watched from the side and cursed in a low voice: "They say immortals are timid, but I think Heavenly Demons are no different."

Zhu Xiuer's voice sounded in their ears: "Although these Heavenly Demons occupy the skins of immortals, the process of divine descent consumes a massive amount of nightmare energy; even if the skin can withstand more power infusion, they are far from reaching the strength of their peak period. Therefore, they tend to be conservative in their fighting style and won't risk their lives with immortals at every turn."

As expected of the spider demon who loved fighting most in ancient times, she analyzed the opponent's weaknesses so quickly.

So both sides still had reservations; this was not the situation He Lingchuan wanted to see.

His eyes moved slightly: "Then let's add some firewood for them."

God Zhaoyou couldn't help it either; he forced Elder Liu back with one move, then swung his arms horizontally, but he wasn't sweeping at Elder Liu, but at He Lingchuan in another direction.

Because these few guys were chasing and killing his subordinates all over the field, how could he sit idly by?

This time it was still the "Seeing the Big from the Small" divine ability, so the virtual image of the fist wind sweeping to He Lingchuan's waist was already as big as two door panels, brushing against the ground with a loud "whoosh," which was hair-raising.

He Lingchuan's most rational choice was to jump and dodge; God Zhaoyou had several follow-up moves waiting for him.

Who knew that He Lingchuan had no intention of dodging at all; he crouched in a half-step, changed to holding the blade with both hands, and slashed diagonally against the wind fist.

He had used this horse-stance slash many times on the Panlong battlefield; enemies with shields had their shields flown away, and those without shields were cut at the waist, rarely having a third outcome.

Now, however, it was used by him to deal with an immortal's wind fist.

Even Elder Liu felt that this kid was too arrogant, fearing he would be swept off the cliff. The event happened suddenly, and he was several zhang away from He Lingchuan, unable to rescue him in time.

However, the result surprised everyone greatly; the cold light of the Floating Life Blade swept past, and this palm wind was actually cut open!

The violent wind split neatly into two from the middle, rushing past He Lingchuan's side, lifting his sleeves, but not kicking him away like a ball.

Even the Ghost Ape not far away was tilted by it, showing that the power of this punch was actually fierce.

One slash to cut the wind, it actually succeeded.

Over there, God Zhaoyou let out a low roar and retracted his fist.

Dong Rui had sharp eyes and discovered that his fist was dripping with red-gold blood, drop by drop:

"Oh my, you hit him!"

And judging from the wound, God Zhaoyou's metacarpal bone was likely cut off in one go! How did this kid do it? He Lingchuan turned his wrist, and the red-gold blood on the blade tip was not shaken off, but was instead quickly absorbed by the blade body.

Immortal blood was not common, and the Floating Life Blade also wanted to taste what it was like.

It had always had a characteristic: it could slash "the formless and the bodiless." Previously, most of the things He Lingchuan had slashed using this characteristic were ghosts, water, or fire spirits; however, as his understanding of battle became more refined, he found that he was still narrow-minded: why couldn't "divine abilities" be slashed?

Were the many simulated divine abilities and techniques not also formless? Why couldn't they be slashed open, why couldn't they be intercepted?

And after eating a sufficient amount of Emperor Flowing Plasma, the Floating Life Blade also gained a new characteristic called "Tracing the Source."

If He Lingchuan used the characteristic of "slashing the formless" to completely destroy the divine ability or clone simulated by the opponent, then this damage might be traced directly back to the opponent.

God Zhaoyou's "Seeing the Big from the Small" divine ability, to put it bluntly, was nothing more than remote damage; whether it hit or not, the opponent couldn't hurt him.

It had damage and could be careful and stable.

But the Floating Life Blade firmly returned this damage to him, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

Although the probability of this characteristic taking effect was again "sometimes" and "possibly," He Lingchuan had already determined it was a divine skill.

God Zhaoyou was so unexpectedly in pain that he revealed a small flaw, and his speed slowed by half a beat.

Just half a beat.

Elder Liu captured this opportunity, but didn't strike with the pestle, because he saw a black shadow swinging down from above! Several large trees above the mine tunnel grew diagonally on the cliff, in an exceptionally arrogant posture.

At this time, something jumped down from the treetop like an arrow from a bow, jumping directly onto God Zhaoyou's back, its eight legs locking tight like springs, and a pair of poisonous fangs clicked, biting a large chunk out of God Zhaoyou's back neck fiercely!

The Turtle Armor naturally floated up again, but this pair of poisonous fangs instantly punched two holes in the virtual armor, injecting a full tube of toxin into the Spirit Urn Immortal's neck!

If this toxin had been injected into the leg or arm, God Zhaoyou would have severed the limb to survive without hesitation, but there was truly no way when injected into the neck. He had just wanted to use true qi to seal the toxin so it couldn't spread throughout his body, but who knew that this ghost thing met true qi like oil meeting fire, hissing and burning even more fiercely! Only then did he see clearly that the one sneaking up on him was a black scorpion as big as a calf.

This was the spider-scorpion that had appeared in the fake mine tunnel just now; what mine-guarding spiritual beast, it was clearly an enemy ambush! Had he and True Person Jieshui been blinded by lard just now? They couldn't even see such an obvious trap!

But strangely, the sneak attack on God Zhaoyou just now didn't use the poison hook on the tail, but its fangs.

Didn't scorpions usually use their tail hooks to poison prey? Also, although scorpions had eight legs, how could they be so flexible when jumping? Of course, God Zhaoyou had no time to think about it now; he smashed two heavy punches onto the ground like pile driving, directly collapsing the open space outside this mine tunnel.

This protruding platform had already borne too much, and now it could no longer support it. Everyone felt their feet lighten and their bodies fall.

And God Zhaoyou turned into the Turtle Armor again, taking advantage of the chaos to take off and head toward the sky.

He saw it; the two on the opposite side were both at the immortal level, and there was another person who could inexplicably cut his main body; he was fighting one against three and was seriously injured, so there was no point in staying. Moreover, his Tiangong subordinates had already been cleaned up by He Lingchuan, the Ghost Ape, and the bat demon puppet.

Being here, he was truly isolated and helpless.

The only plan now was to rush to Banqiu to join the Tiangong companions, heal his wounds first, and then come back to seize the mine.

He had just started flying when he felt his meridians swell, his whole body burning, and some dizziness.

The toxicity was so strong! Many demon beasts' ability to enter the Dao and become immortals was to refine their own deadly poison until even immortals could not resist it.

His luck was truly bad; he could encounter a poison immortal here.

This level of deadly poison dripping onto the stone platform just now would have corroded a deep hole, and if injected into an ordinary practitioner, within twenty breaths, the latter would turn into a pool of pus, with bones, skin, and fur dissolved without a trace.

He hurriedly stuffed a pill into his mouth.