Chapter 343.
The skull that the black-robed cultivator had just crushed was a special spirit weapon that he had refined with his own blood.
It was also known as a blood weapon.
This blood weapon had a Silent Blood Mango sealed inside it, which had extremely strong offensive and destructive capabilities, and could cut through a Purple Mansion cultivator’s protective spells or artifacts.
Once one’s body was chopped by the Silent Blood Mantle, then it would produce the effect of burning blood to ignite one’s body.
Using his blood as fuel, he would be burned alive into ashes!
This was one of the black-robed cultivator’s strongest killer mace, and if he hadn’t almost been crushed by Wang Chen’s Vajra Fist, he wouldn’t have easily used this card.
After all, it was a disposable spiritual weapon.
But the black-robed cultivator never expected that his killer mace would actually fail on Wang Chen.
“Heavenly Dragon Vajra Orthodoxy!”
The black-robed cultivator squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, the resentment in his eyes almost turning into substance.
He was extremely experienced, and with a glance, he could tell that Wang Chen had practiced the Heavenly Dragon Vajra Orthodox Technique of the Heavenly Dragon Temple in the Western Region, and had cultivated this body refining technique to a very high level.
Otherwise, it was impossible to resist his Silent Blood Mantle!
District junior ……
The black-robed cultivator also saw that Wang Chuan’s true cultivation was only at the beginning stage of the Purple Mansion, and at his peak in the past, he dealt with this level of cultivators with ease, and did not need to exert much effort at all.
But now there is some helplessness!
Seeing that the situation is very bad, the black-robed cultivator gritted his teeth and raised his right palm to slap down.
However, at this time, a snowy sword light instantly came into view.
Flying sword!
The black-robed cultivator couldn’t help but let out a strange cry, his body’s mana bulging, the robe he wore bulging steeply, a blood tentacle the thickness of a child’s arm emerging out of thin air from his back.
Intertwined, they met the Wind and Thunder Sword that Wang Chen had just sent out!
Swoosh! Shoo! Shoo!
The sword qi streaked across, chopping down a section of blood tentacles, and dots of tainted blood splattered and rained down.
Although the Wind and Thunder Sword was sharp, the blood tentacles spawned by the black-robed cultivator seemed to be endless, chopping off one and spawning two more, protecting himself tightly.
Wang Chen was secretly shocked.
He could now be 100% certain that this black-robed cultivator was a devil cultivator.
Devil cultivators were like street rats in the Immortal Cultivation World, an existence that was hated by everyone, more so than evil cultivators.
Because the devil cultivator likes to take other cultivator’s flesh and soul to cultivate spells, or refine magic weapons, pills, etc. Most importantly, the devil cultivator doesn’t like to take other cultivator’s flesh and soul to cultivate spells.
The most important thing is that the devil cultivator is not as easy to identify as the evil cultivator, they also have seven feelings and six desires, as long as their own mana breath will be hidden or camouflaged, can easily mix into the immortal city or even the sects.
Once a demonic cultivator is in rebellion, there are often corpses all over the place, and examples of a city being destroyed abound!
Because of the great harm, as long as they encountered demonic cultivators, Yuan Ying True Immortals didn’t mind taking action against Qi Practitioner juniors.
They would never jeopardize their reputation because of this.
Therefore, very few demonic cultivators will reveal their real bodies, and the sects of demonic cultivators are all hidden from the world, and their movements are even more bizarre.
Wang Chen didn’t know why this devil cultivator was hiding underground in the mine, and what kind of involvement he had with the Gray Wolf Pirates, but he knew very well that continuing the stalemate would be detrimental to him.
Because the other party was undoubtedly the strongest opponent he had encountered so far!
With a flash of his mind, Wang Chen violently waved out his hands and struck out a dozen Meteorite Fire Talismans in one breath!
These talismans had previously flown out a dozen steps before abruptly bursting apart, turning into a hot ball of fire that blasted towards the black-robed cultivator on the altar in unison.
But Wang Chen didn’t expect the first-order talismans to hurt a profoundly cultivated demonic cultivator, and the moment he struck the Meteorite Fire Talisman, his body swept out towards the altar like an arrow out of a string.
With two consecutive Shrinking Inches, Wang Chen appeared in front of the black-robed cultivator.
At this time, the black-robed cultivator had just blocked a dozen or so Meteorite Fireballs, and suddenly Wang Chuan killed in front of him, although he was shocked, he immediately probed his hand and grabbed Wang Chuan’s vitals.
His right hand in an instant manifested a blood claw, shaped like an eagle’s claw hook sharp!
The black-robed cultivator was extremely fast, and Wang Chuan’s Vajra Fist came even faster.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the claws and fists of the two men clashed together.
Boom!
The black-robed cultivator’s blood claw instantly shattered, his right arm snapped on the spot with a click, and his protective blood shield fluctuated violently, on the verge of annihilation.
“Ha!”
He immediately opened his mouth and sprayed a dark red blood mist towards Wang Chen.
This blood mist was extremely Yin and extremely poisonous, and it had a strong corrosive effect on magic weapons, as long as it was contaminated with a little bit of it, it would be eroded and corrupted, and it was almost impossible to dissolve it.
If it is inhaled by the cultivator, it will turn into pus within three breaths!
This mouthful of corrosive poisonous gas blood sprayed out, the black-robed cultivator’s cultivation immediately fell by 30%, and his complexion withered a lot.
If he hadn’t been forced into a desperate situation, he wouldn’t have spewed out this mouthful of life-crossing vital blood.
And the moment the black-robed cultivator spewed out the blood mist, Wang Chen instantly had a creepy feeling.
The sweaty hairs on his entire body stood up, and his intuition was frantically signaling an alarm!
But at this moment, Wang Chen could not retreat.
He didn’t want to retreat either, and immediately exhaled, “Drink!”
A streak of light suddenly erupted, instantly piercing through the dark red blood mist and stabbing into the black-robed cultivator’s brow.
It was precisely the sword pill that Wang Dust had sealed inside his body.
The sword pill’s unfurling blade was corroded for most of its sharpness in the process of penetrating the blood mist, but it still pierced through the black-robed cultivator’s skull, destroying his sea of consciousness.
While Wang Chen spat out the sword pellet, his body steeply swept backward.
He managed to avoid the oncoming blood mist.
The dark red blood mist continued to fly out ten or so paces away without the black-robed cultivator’s control, and then it turned into dots of tainted blood and fell onto the altar, surprisingly corroding out a deep hole.
Bang!
The black-robed cultivator fell backwards, his arms and legs twitching for a few moments before he stopped moving.
Eh?
Wang Chen thought that the other party was dead, but he didn’t see the hint of obtaining Heavenly Merit.
He immediately urged the Wind and Thunder Sword suspended in the air and prepared to behead this demonic cultivator.
Even if the other party’s life force was extremely tenacious, it would be impossible for him to survive with his body and head separated.
However, just as the flying sword was about to hit the black-robed cultivator’s neck, Wang Chen stopped moving.
He thought for a moment and took out a dark golden rope from his storage bag and threw it out.
This rope was like a snake, quickly wrapped the black-robed cultivator on the ground and tied him up tightly.
But this was obviously not enough, Wang Chen went on to seal the other party’s qi dantian and zenith aperture.
During this process, the black-robed cultivator never reacted.
He had entered some kind of fake death state!
Immediately afterward, Wang Chen took out a silver shuttle from his storage bag.
When he injected mana, this silver shuttle immediately emitted a buzzing sound, and immediately flew away from his hand.
In an instant, it turned into a stream of light upwards penetrating the thick rocks and disappearing.
Wang Chen sat down unhurriedly and guarded the black-robed cultivator on the ground, moving his luck while waiting silently.
He was waiting for the arrival of a person!