Chapter 573: The First Battle of Liuhe 2

In the blink of an eye, it turned into long swords all over the sky, floating behind Zhang Deming. Each long sword has its own unique aura, and the owner has his own way.

As the breath of the long sword intersected, Zhang Deming's spiritual power surged all over his body, his long hair fluttered slightly, and a powerful aura also rose from him.

Development of Yujian: Vine Sword, Ten Thousand Swords of Split Dao returns to the clan!

Countless long swords, under the control of Zhang Deming, rushed towards the evil dragon that had turned into a huge pillar of flesh in the sky.

"Pfft..."

The densely packed long swords rushed towards Nielong, but Nielong didn't make any moves, and didn't have any defense at all.

The long sword was continuously inserted into the flesh column transformed by the evil dragon, making the bloody flesh on the surface of its body very rotten, but that was all. Can't penetrate, can't do any significant damage.

Zhang Deming even found that as the technique continued, a strange aura was born in the rotten pieces of meat. Zhang Deming's technique seemed to promote the further strangeness of these pieces of meat, almost like cancerous flesh and blood.

A moment later, after Zhang Deming's technique was completed, the evil dragon's flesh pillars that had stopped expanding all shook together, as if all the cells had come to life, and all of them were rapidly increasing in value with their own consciousness.

At this moment, the meat blanket on the ground also began to thicken at a visible speed. At this speed, the entire hemispherical space would have to be filled in less than half an hour.

Zhang Deming's complexion changed drastically, and his spiritual power surged out again.

Yin-Yang Chess Way: Dilemma!

A huge chessboard floated in the entire hemispherical space. On the chessboard, a yin-yang fish rotated, and the whole space stood still for an instant.

After learning this technique, Zhang Deming never imagined that one day he would use this technique so easily and be forced to compare himself to a wooden man.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm really going to run away!" Zhang Deming stiffened his body, and said to Lan Fuyao who was not far away.

"No, it's only half an hour, not enough time at all! And your current technique...is a limit technique involving space, I can't continue to purify..." Lan Fuyao replied like this road.

Zhang Deming: "..."

This Yin-Yang Chess Dao is really a cheating technique, if you use it without thinking, it is a useless technique...

"Then how about Nielong's current technique, can you do it?" Zhang Deming said.

"This is an ancient great art, belonging to the eighth-level Curse of the Sea of ​​Blood series in the classics, and it cannot be solved by non-professional purification methods!

In his current state, it is completely impossible with our cultivation to forcefully break this technique from the outside by external force. You hurry up and leave me alone. "Lan Fuyao said like this.

"You...wait a minute, what did you say?" Zhang Deming was stunned, and suddenly said.

"On..."

At this time, the still space began to shake rapidly.

Lan Fuyao paused, and asked in doubt: "An ancient art, an eighth-order curse technique?"

"Not this!" Zhang Deming replied.

"Our cultivation base cannot be broken from the outside by external force?" Lan Fuyao said.

"That's right, why do you have to come from outside! Although it's not Sun Monkey, it doesn't have to be from the mouth!" Zhang Deming said with a flash of light in his eyes.

Lan Fuyao was slightly stunned, a little confused, probably did not understand the meaning of some of Zhang Deming's words, but still understood the general idea.

She smiled bitterly: "Impossible, in this state of the art, you can't go past countless flesh and blood and directly attack the evil dragon inside the flesh and blood!"

"Who said I'm going to attack the evil dragon inside the flesh and blood?" Zhang Deming replied.

Lan Fuyao looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Then what do you mean?"

Zhang Deming didn't answer, and stopped the huge transmission of spiritual power. The yin-yang fish chessboard under his feet shattered in an instant. Zhang Deming flipped his hands over and took out half of a purple gourd.

"This is... the incarnation of the old man who fought the dragon with me last time. Did it appear because of you?" Looking at the familiar half gourd, Lan Fuyao asked with flickering eyes.

Zhang Deming still didn't answer the other party, he threw the gourd to Lan Fuyao, and said: "Put this thing in for me to purify together!"

Lan Fuyao heard that, although she didn't understand what Zhang Deming was going to do, she didn't hesitate in her movements, and quickly pressed the half of the gourd that she caught into the depression of the light ball, purifying it together with her pendant.

Following this movement, the rapidly proliferating flesh and blood trembled violently, as if they were in great pain.

Nielong originally thought that there was only one Lan Fuyao, but now both of them were former enemies.

"It turns out that it was also because of you last time. It just so happens that the old and new grudges are counted together!" In the pillar of flesh in the sky, a vague dragon face emerged, looking at the two people below and said.

As it emerged, the trembling flesh and blood stopped trembling and began to proliferate again. Although the speed was much slower, it would be a matter of time before they were buried.

Zhang Deming looked at Lan Fuyao and said: "You are optimistic about my fleshy body, and try your best to delay the growth rate of these fleshy flesh."

"What are you going to do?" Lan Fuyao asked in confusion.

Zhang Deming didn't answer, the spiritual power surged all over his body, his face was pale, countless spiritual seeds spewed out, and an incarnation completely condensed by the spiritual seeds emerged.

The avatar glanced at Lan Fuyao, and disappeared in place while the purple gourd flickered below. At this time, Zhang Deming's body also sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and floated beside Lan Fuyao.

This change made Lan Fuyao pause for a moment, and looked at the purple gourd on the ball of light, his eyes flickering.

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Zhang Deming was in a trance, and when he came back to his senses again, he had already arrived in the calabash space.

In front of him is a familiar ancient gate, which is the entrance to the Inheritance Underground Palace. Not far behind, the location of the entrance corridor, without the corridor, is a constantly fluctuating silver space.

At this moment, countless white rays of light containing purifying breath poured into the space from the surroundings with the ultimate purifying power.

After the light flooded into the space, a lot of power rushed to the other side through the silver space. Let the silver-white space fluctuate very unstable.

Looking at this scene, the corners of Zhang Deming's mouth slightly raised, and he whispered: "Hehe, that's what the so-called karma is like.

Before, you passed through the gap in the spirit treasure's space and tried to pollute my side, which made me dare not take it out of the spirit cultivation space to study it carefully. Now... I will also go to your side for a walk! "

While whispering, Zhang Deming took a deep breath and plunged into the silver-white space.

In other words, this space is a kind of dragon cave, right?

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten what he said several times before, and he never took the initiative to drill any dragon holes in his life?

Sure enough, there are some things that only have zero or countless times, and once you break your virginity, you will become addicted!

As Zhang Deming entered the space gate, a familiar feeling struck in an instant.

He seemed to be wrapped in something slippery, viscous, and disgusting. In his perception, he was being pulled by countless small suction cups, which squirmed and sucked him forward.

"Pfft..."

"Paji..."

"vomit·······"

After a while, Zhang Deming was spit out by the wriggling channel, or ejaculated, with some viscous liquid. He only had time to stabilize his figure, and then retched uncontrollably.

It took a long time before Zhang Deming stopped.

"Damn it, after this time, no matter how good the relationship is, I will never go into a dragon's hole just to help others. This feeling is so sour!"

In the words, he seemed to have forgotten that he made up his mind to stay after seeing the leaves of the laurel tree!

After swearing, it seemed that he completely vomited out the uncontrollable nausea, and then he began to look around.

The eyes are full of blood red, and a huge blood-colored sky in the sky covers the entire space. Below is a tumbling, extremely viscous blood-colored pool, in which there is a lot of blood-like liquid that is tumbling.

Behind it is a blood-colored flesh wall. There are many closed eye-like valves on the flesh wall. One of the valves is slowly closing, and a little blood-colored liquid flows out. It is obvious that Zhang Deming was sprayed out of it just now.

In the extreme distance ahead is a huge blood-red heart standing in the center of the blood pool. The bottom of the heart is supported by countless blood vessels like a tree pocket, and several giant pillars like cardiovascular vessels above connect the entire blood-colored sky.

In the very center above the heart, there is a golden ball of light, which provides illumination for the entire space.

"Is this... Life Creation Pond?"

That's right, Zhang Deming once again entered the assessment site of the Cyanwood Yanglei Sect --- the Life Creation Pond.

Of course, this is also inevitable, after all, his half of the gourd owns the Palace of Inheritance of the Underground Palace, and what is closely connected with it happens to be the Pond of Creation.

However, there have been a lot of changes in the life pool today. For example, the magma-like liquid below has turned into blood plasma. Although it is a little hot, it is not scorching hot anymore.

In the air, there was no longer that strange force of retrospect controlling his cultivation. It can be seen that the entire space has been infected to a certain extent, and it may not be far from the space in the belly of the evil dragon.

Zhang Deming just looked at it for a moment, and then looked at the huge heart in the distance. If I understand correctly, this thing is the heart of the evil dragon!

Although for the Liuhe boss, the death of the body will not disappear. But for the big demon, without a physical body, the influence of strength is still huge.

No matter how bad it is... it can also achieve a certain effect of delaying time!

While thinking, Zhang Deming turned into a streamer, came to the heart, waved a huge emerald long sword, and raised it above his head.

"Intuitive!"

With a sharp roar, Zhang Deming slashed down with a sword.

The long sword cut on the heart, but it was not broken directly. He felt like a blunt knife cut on the leather, which was still very elastic leather.

The heart sank visible to the naked eye, and then flicked his long sword away.

"Puff.....Puff..."

Although the heart was not split open, the surrounding flesh and blood contracted and shook for a while. Obviously it was not without effect, and Zhang Deming heard a strange voice. It was very similar to the sound he had just been ejected from.

When he looked back, he was stunned. At this moment, several balls of light were slowly rising upwards. On the wall, several opened valves were slowly closing, and there was still a little bloody liquid at the opening. Slow down.

This is... the various inheritance balls from the trials at this stage?

Zhang Deming should not be too familiar with these light balls. He went through this whole stage and climbed to the top of the light ball pyramid!

So the control center here has been completely refined into a heart, has it entered a semi-disabled state?

Stress squirting?

Like a muscle contraction?

While thinking, Zhang Deming turned his head with burning eyes, and the surrounding vines weaved quickly, but no long sword emerged, but huge fists condensed out one by one.

He is running out of time now, the heart is obviously very defensive against sharp weapons, but... what about blunt weapons?

hey-hey!

Zhang Deming showed a rather wretched smile, and with a slight movement of his mind, the giant fist woven with vines behind his back began to hammer alternately like a violent storm.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Puff.....Puff..."

With Zhang Deming's rapid impact, the entire fleshy wall of the dome began to shake.

While the blood-colored flesh wall was shaking, it spit out light balls one after another like a convulsion, just like the opening of the assessment, but it changed from automatic spit to manual under stress stimulation.

Watching the ball of light spit out continuously from the bottom flap of the flesh wall, slowly reaching the middle, and then to the top, Zhang Deming became more and more excited, and the more he hit, the more intense the light in his eyes became.

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In the outside world, after Zhang Deming's spirit-seed avatar disappeared, Lan Fuyao began to play a hasty qin tune while his whole body's spiritual power was surging.

Let the slowly proliferating flesh become a bit slower, but it is still growing rapidly. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before the two of them are buried in flesh and blood.

But within a short while, the lump of flesh in the entire hemispherical space suddenly twitched for a moment, and after a short pause, it twitched again.

At this time, the pillar of meat that the evil dragon in the sky had turned into was already very thick, and it could be said to be half a wall of flesh. With the violent twitching of the flesh, the pillar of flesh began to struggle and bounce like a loach coming ashore.

"hold head high········"

Nielong let out a terrifying roar, hissing and roaring with extreme pain. And because of this reaction, the surrounding growths of flesh stopped.

Lan Fuyao's eyes flashed, and he changed the piano music very decisively. The strong dreamy light surged, like a sharp sword, and went straight to the heart of the evil dragon in the flesh column.

"Um········"

The madly struggling Nielong let out a muffled groan, but after the groan, he didn't fight back immediately, instead he only left a small part of his mind to deal with Lan Fuyao's attack.

And most of the mind quickly pulled out, restrained and entered the body, rushing towards Zhang Deming who was tossing in his body.

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