Thousands of feet high in the sky, the two of them were already in the middle of thick dark clouds. When they saw a ball of purple light hitting the door in front of them, Wei Zhongran opened their eyes fiercely.
"If you want to kill Wei, you have to see how much stronger you are than Teng Wuji?"
He also raised his hands fiercely, and two black lights suddenly appeared in his hands, blocking him in front of him instantly.
Just hearing a loud sound of "Cang!", Wei Zhongran's entire body flew backwards. After taking four steps back, he stood in the air again.
And with this loud noise, the surging dark clouds in the sky seemed to have heard the order, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.
Suddenly, fog rose within a hundred miles, and it rained heavily. The monks from both sides fighting below also put up their spiritual shields.
But just for a moment, those Foundation Establishment monks already felt that something was not good. The rain contained a bone-numbing force, as if they were struck by lightning.
And just when something felt wrong, screams started to sound one after another, making people feel numb all over.
Many Foundation Establishment monks fell into coma after just counting their breaths, or even died one after another while convulsing all over their bodies.
This situation not only happened to monk Fengliang Mountain Foundation Establishment, but also to monks from Nanhai. There was no difference.
Even those Golden Core Realm monks felt something bad after only holding on for a few breaths. Every drop of rainwater hitting their spiritual shield would sparkle with a flash of purple light.
Seeing this, the Golden Core Realm monks on both sides didn't dare to stay here. After they stopped, they swept up their own disciples and hurriedly flew hundreds of miles away under the heavy rain.
The old demon cultivator simply turned a deaf ear to everything that happened below. He stared at Wei Zhongran opposite with a pair of blue eyes with a smile.
For those Nanhai monks, if they were dead, they were dead. If they caught some more, he would not have any scruples.
If he hadn't considered that there were still demons and pawns below, he would have struck harder. Just a drop of rain could kill those Foundation Establishment monks. If Golden Core Realm monks were too slow to hide, they would still die in large numbers, instead of being able to leave alive like they are now.
The old demon cultivator stared at the fat young man opposite him. He was not surprised that his attack was blocked just now. Before that, they had already had a quick fight for about ten breaths, and they had some understanding of each other's strength.
At this moment, the fat young man was holding a black gold sledge hammer in each hand. Each hammer head looked very terrifying, the size of three or four adult heads.
A long spike protruded from the top of Wujin's hammer head, which was constantly emitting a dark golden light. The sledgehammer looked so uncoordinated in the hand of the fat young man.
This weapon was supposed to be as tall as a giant of their demon cultivator clan, and it only looked domineering when held in their hands, but it was held in the hands of a fat young man who was not too tall, like a simple and honest Confucian scholar, with an uncoordinated hand holding a sharp blade.
Wei Zhongran Wearing a dark green robe, he originally looked very gentle and elegant. At this moment, with a pair of sledgehammers behind his hands, a strong and iron-blooded spirit burst out from his body.
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Just now, these two black-gold sledge hammers collided with each other, and they caught the purple electric small cauldron in a swift collision.
The old demon cultivator who called himself Leian Dao saw that Wei Zhongran was not saying a word and his aura was getting stronger. He raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, and the purple flames suspended on the small purple electric cauldron in mid-air expanded with a "pop" sound.
In the heavy rain with dark clouds, it looked like a purple ghost with only its head left. The surrounding rainwater suddenly gathered with the purple flames, and it quickly gathered towards Xiaoding.
Then Lei An's knife intertwined his hands, and the void was violently rubbed. The small purple electric cauldron quickly spun, and the small cauldron rose higher and higher in the rapid rotation, rising to the top of Wei Zhongran's head in the blink of an eye.
The raindrops that had just gathered in the cauldron seemed to be thrown out from the bottom of the small cauldron during the rapid rotation of the purple electric cauldron. The raindrops with purple flames covered Wei Zhongran below.
Wei Zhongran's eyes became even darker. He raised his hand and threw it, and a black gold sledgehammer came out.
As soon as the sledgehammer reached his head, it circled like a gust of wind, forming a hoop-like loop that firmly protected Wei Zhongran below.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-dang..."
A series of dense sounds suddenly sounded, as if someone was frantically knocking on a piece of metal.
After each drop of raindrops with purple flames disperses, it hits the hoop-shaped loop, becoming denser and denser, and the purple flames on the raindrops become more and more strange.
There were elongated white-faced evil spirits in the flames, biting viciously at the black light on the hoop-shaped loop, as if trying to bite out a gap.
Wei Zhongran's face below him became more and more solemn, and his free hand was constantly changing the magic formula.
Gradually, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but his expression remained the same, neither happy nor sad. A little golden light slowly appeared in the center of the pupil between his dark eyes.
In the wind and rain, the small purple electric cauldron continued to collect large amounts of rainwater from all sides while rotating. The next moment, it was thrown out from the bottom of the small cauldron, as if it was endless and never-ending.
Wei Zhongran More and more blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth, but he seemed to be unaware of it, letting the blood flow to his chest and clothes, slowly dyeing the dark green clothes deeper.
"No wonder my unlucky junior brother Fei Yihe, who is your enemy, lost his voice so quickly. The depth of Daoist Brother Wei's magic power is far beyond the peak of those fake babies I have seen.
What kind of realm is this? To say that a fake baby is not a fake baby, to say that Nascent Soul is not Nascent Soul is really surprising. There is such a realm between the two that has never been heard of. "
At this time, Lei An Dao's hands were like raindrops, constantly pointing towards the small purple electric cauldron rotating in the air.
Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but his mouth remained calm as usual.
He said this calmly, like two old friends chatting, but he was actually extremely surprised. He had never seen such a weird state between the fake baby and Nascent Soul.
This level should be able to crush all Golden Core Realm, but it is slightly lower than the real Nascent Soul Early Stage, but if Nascent Soul Early Stage wants to beat him, he may have to pay a high price.
Now he is in this situation, and it is a bit difficult to deal with the person in front of him. Teng Wuji is in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. As Teng Wuji's senior brother, he has only been a demon general for thirteen years.
Thirteen years are very rare for a large realm to be stable, especially at their level of cultivation. After the news of this trip to the Desolate Moon Continent reached Lei An Dao's sect, he immediately chose to leave seclusion.
Both he and Teng Wuji chose to be the first monks to fight in this cross-border war. Lei Andao wanted to sharpen his realm through this kind of war.
Teng Wuji also had the same idea. He was only a few inches away from the late stage of the Golden Core Realm, but more than two hundred years had passed. No matter how he practiced, except for the fact that his magic power was more solidified.
The realm is like a big mountain, firmly stuck at the mid-term peak of the Golden Core Realm, and the bottleneck is not loose at all. The fact is just as they expected, after reaching Desolate Moon Continent, he has indeed received a lot of benefits.
But more than a month ago, after Teng Wuji left, there was no news. After getting the news, Lei Andao went to the valley to check for a long time. Finally, he obtained the information of monk Fengliang Mountain, and then targeted Wei Zhongran.
This time to attack and kill Wei Zhongran, Lei An Dao must come.
The way he is fighting now seems to be taking advantage, and it looks very relaxed on the surface, but in fact it is not the case. The opponent's defense is tougher than imagined.
The mana of Leian's knife was also being consumed rapidly. In just this moment, about 30% of the mana was consumed.
And all he got was blood overflowing from the corner of Wei Zhongran's mouth, his body still as stable as a rock, standing motionless on the spot, and his breath seemed to be longer than him. How could this not shock him?
"How can a barbaric immortal cultivator like you who lives in a corner be able to understand my Desolate Moon Continent's skills?"
Just when Lei An's sword was attacking and he was chatting in a relaxed manner, what surprised him was that Wei Zhongran could also speak at this moment, but the speed of his words was only slightly slowed down, and it was not so stressful that he had no time to care.
Just as Wei Zhongran was speaking, without any warning, the giant hammer in his other hand suddenly acted like a hidden weapon. Just like that, a flash of black light shot out from the rain curtain in front of him.
The sledgehammer went straight to Lei Andao's abdomen, smashing countless rain screens along the way, like sharp arrows breaking through the waves. Looking at the dull sound of wind amidst the whistling of the sledgehammer, Lei Andao was surprised and puzzled.
The other party was clearly struggling against the small purple electric cauldron above.
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Even with internal injuries, he was very surprised to be able to speak. How could he still have the energy to attack him?
"Pretending to be hurt!"
As soon as this thought flashed, Lei Andao felt that something was wrong and it made no sense at all.
Wei Zhongran's attack at this moment was not a sneak attack when he thought the overall situation was settled, but an open and honest attack on himself while confronting the purple electric cauldron above. Everything happened under his nose.
He couldn't understand Wei Zhongran more and more, but he still couldn't understand it. The movement of Lei An's knife was not slow. He freed up a hand and drew it in front of his chest. He bent his wrist inward and then drew it outward. A strong force came forward from the palm of his hand.
The heavy downpour in front of him turned into a big blue hand, half a person's height. The big hand was surrounded by blue and purple lightning, making a harsh sound of "ZZZZZZ...".
The giant palm faced the giant hammer and struck it.
With a sound of "Bang!", the two sides collided.
The collision caused heavy rain to fly in all directions, forming a rainless blank area in front of Leian's sword.
Immediately afterwards, Leian Dao's expression also changed, and his figure quickly flashed towards him. A long and pointed thorn suddenly passed through Youlan's big hand and hit his lower abdomen.
The big hand that Lei An Dao gathered just now was actually unstoppable. That palm condensed 30% of his mana, and also borrowed the power of thunder and lightning from heaven and earth.
With 30% of the mana of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, even if it is lightly tapped on a giant mountain, it will suddenly turn into a pile of rubble.
What stabbed his lower abdomen was the sharp spike at the front of the Wei Zhongran sledgehammer. It was as fast as a poisonous dragon coming out of its hole, and it only took a moment to penetrate the blue hand.
When something unexpected happened, Lei Andao was just startled, but he also reacted quickly. If Lei Andao hadn't felt that Wei Zhongran was in a weird realm, he was always on guard and did not underestimate the enemy. In just this moment, he would have been seriously injured even if he was not dead.
The Lei'an knife held the chest and abdomen, exchanging distance for space. When the abdomen was contracted, the body turned sharply to the right. With a "chi" sound, the long and sharp thorn penetrated a series of raindrops, but also missed the point.
Due to this hasty dodge of Lei An's knife, the magic technique in his hand was also delayed, and the small purple cauldron spinning in the air was stagnant for a moment.
The golden spots in the eyes of Wei Zhongran on the opposite side suddenly lit up, and a strong smell of blood hit his face. This made Lei Andao feel a little horrified. It seemed that a battlefield appeared in front of him, with a sea of blood and mountains of corpses on the battlefield.
But he had extraordinary cultivation. He snorted coldly, and the illusion in front of him disappeared. He also grabbed the sharp thorn in front of his lower abdomen.
Wei Zhongran on the opposite side suddenly moved. He jumped up suddenly, grabbed the other sledgehammer flying above his head, and slammed it into the small purple cauldron in the air.
With the sound of "Boom!", the whole dark world was focused on the two fighting, and a strong wind blew up. The layers of dark clouds in the sky were torn apart in an instant, and a big hole was torn, and a ray of sunlight fell down.