Chapter 1627: All Means Used (Three More Chapters to Ask for Guaranteed Monthly Tickets)

Although the suction force from the cloud crown was strong, it could not immediately absorb the demon.

The huge head was leaning towards the cloud crown little by little, but it was still struggling desperately.

While struggling helplessly, the illusory demon made various promises.

From spiritual stones, magic weapons, to opportunities, Tao rhyme... As long as it was needed by the immortal cultivator, there was nothing it dared not promise.

In the end, the divine thoughts it sent out were no longer coherent, intermittent and extremely chaotic, and could not convey complete information.

And Qu Jianlei's face gradually turned pale - there was no way, this cloud crown consumed too much spiritual energy.

In fact, this was not a problem with the magic weapon. He had already finished refining the cloud crown. It was really that the demon struggled too violently.

And this was while it was experiencing attacks from other people at the same time.

Qu Jianlei even felt that this guy should not be in the Nascent Soul Stage - the cultivation level of the Out-of-Body Stage was just like this, right?

Combined with the combat power of his own side, it should not be difficult to defeat an Out-of-Body Stage cultivator, right?

No matter what, he had to try his best to hold on.

He took out a handful of capsules and stuffed them into his mouth, while issuing an order, "Flawless crystal, light talisman, and fishing girl... hurry!"

He counted all the young fire spirits into his combat power, it was really... really the critical moment.

The huge head was still approaching the cloud crown little by little.

Half an hour later, the original spiritual energy in Qu Jianlei's body was basically exhausted.

Now his body was filled with spiritual energy temporarily converted from the ten thousand year old stone milk, which was extremely weak and not much.

For a Yuanying cultivator, this situation was too rare.

The spiritual energy in the body of the Yuanying could not be said to be endless, but it was not uncommon for a battle to last for ten or eight years.

In just half an hour, his spiritual energy was consumed like this, which showed how fierce the output was.

Seeing that the demon was getting closer and closer to the cloud crown, he weighed the spiritual energy in his body and stuffed another handful of the ten thousand year old stone milk into his mouth.

"Spirit of the weapon, this thing... do you have anything else to replenish?"

"I am just the housekeeper of the cave, not omnipotent," the spirit of the weapon replied helplessly, "This treasure needs years of accumulation."

"But you work hard, you will succeed soon!"

However, at this moment, the huge head suddenly shouted, "In this case, let's die together, self-inflammation!"

Qu Jianlei didn't even blink, and continued to output spiritual energy-the words of the illusory demon, not even a punctuation mark can be believed!

He knew that the self-inflammation of the demon was very powerful, and Yi He and Jiao Daoren also mentioned this in the planning before the battle.

When the demon encounters a crisis, it is really possible for the demon to self-inflammation. They are cunning and treacherous, but they are not cowards.

After all, this is a very strange life form, born in nothingness, and there is no trace after it disappears.

Qu Jianlei did not suspect that the other party was threatening with false words-although this possibility objectively exists, he did not consider this factor.

He had already risked everything, and would rather take a hit from the demon than let go at the critical moment.

If he took a hit from the demon, he would definitely be seriously injured, and in extreme cases, his foundation might be seriously damaged.

But so what? The battle had reached this point, and he would rather fight to the point of both sides being injured than let go!

"You are... really crazy!" Countless eyes on the head stared at him fiercely.

"This is the last time I warn you, let go! Otherwise I will really get angry!"

Qu Jianlei's answer was to take out another handful of capsules and stuff them into his mouth, and he didn't even pay attention to the other party.

——The demon is best at taking advantage of the opportunity, and he won't give the other party any chance to turn the tables.

The next moment, there was another muffled "Duang" sound, simple and heavy and endless.

"You forced me to do this..." The huge head kept twisting, "Then let's die together."

Hearing such a threat, Jing Yuexin was extremely anxious, but in the end she didn't say a word.

At this moment, even if she felt sorry for the boss, she would not ask him to stop.

It was not that she did not value the boss, but in this world, fighting was fighting, and it had nothing to do with love.

Playing that kind of trick in the battle would not only hurt others and yourself, but the key was that it would not achieve the goal.

Qu Jianlei remained unmoved and tried his best to output spiritual energy, but his face became paler and paler.

However, this time, the illusory demon seemed to be serious, and his head suddenly swelled up.

"You retreat!" Qu Jianlei gave the order without hesitation, "Don't worry about me!"

Everyone retreated after hearing the words, and the rapidly swelled head began to shrink rapidly again.

"Don't get close!" The spirit of the weapon said decisively, "The power of the demon's self-rage is greater!"

Qu Jianlei looked at the head without changing his expression, but he was muttering in his heart.

The "half-good and half-bad" divination... Where is the good luck? Where did it go?

However, even if the good omen does not appear, he will not regret his choice.

This kind of horrible thing, once it appears in this world, is really too scary.

He does not have the awareness of "worrying about the world first", but if his ability allows, he also hopes to prevent the suffering of all living beings.

The head quickly expands, contracts, expands, contracts... each time more intense than the last.

Every time, Qu Jianlei felt that the other party might be angry, but he shrank back abruptly.

His intuition told him that this should be a way of accumulating power. The more times it expanded and contracted, the more powerful the self-fire storm would be.

However, so what? He raised his hand and slapped a defensive talisman on his body, and continued to output spiritual energy.

In fact, the defenses stacked on his body were enough.

Those teammates who retreated could not do much. Apart from long-range attacks, they just desperately blessed him with various states.

Especially Qing Hu, who did not participate in the battle from beginning to end, had already blessed him with eight layers of rock armor!

With such a caring teammate, Qu Jianlei did not think that Tianmo's self-fire storm could take him away.

I don't know how many times it expanded and contracted. This time, the speed of contraction was much faster than usual.

The next moment, the head expanded at a faster speed, and finally...

"Is it coming?" Qu Jianlei was as calm as water, just watching this scene indifferently.

At this moment, he even felt a little relieved-it was finally over.

This kind of torment cannot be felt by people who are not in it.

However, the head expanded rapidly, but the power of the explosion was far less, just "puff", like a deflated ball.

Then the head turned into a puff of green smoke and went into the cloud crown.

"That's it?" Qu Jianlei was a little confused for a moment. I was ready to be severely injured, but you are self-inflicted with such power?

"Isn't it another trick of the False Heavenly Demon?"

However, the next moment, the others looked up at the sky in astonishment, and Qu Jianlei also looked.

An illusory figure appeared in the space, very faint, and you couldn't see it without looking carefully.

This faint figure released an even fainter momentum, but although this momentum was inconspicuous, it had another charm in it.

The figure nodded slightly to Qu Jianlei, releasing a weak mental wave, "Thank you, young friend, I wonder whose son you are?"

Qu Jianlei didn't answer him at all, "Old Ben, give me a blow."

The next moment, a thunder spell exploded above his head - if you want to talk about the tacit understanding in cooperation, it has to be an old friend!

Qu Jianlei has too many defensive BUFFs stacked on his body, and this level of lightning strike can't cause much damage to him.

But his meridians were still numb for a while, and then he nodded slightly, "Sure enough... it's not an illusion."

"I still have ice here," Old Lady Jia raised her hand and pointed at him, and a strange coldness came over her face, "Boss, don't offend the senior!"

It's not that the old lady wants to disrespect him, it's really that everyone vaguely feels that this figure... can't be provoked.

The other party's breath is very, very faint, but this does not mean that his cultivation is low.

Qu Jianlei shuddered at the stimulation of the cold air, and then he was stunned again, guessing the deep meaning behind the old lady's words.

Then he raised his hand and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "A small cultivator from the mountains is not worth mentioning. I am honored to meet you, senior!"

"A small cultivator from the mountains..." The figure seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then a faint spiritual power swept over.

"Your group is quite interesting. I want to ask... Is this the Soul Control Technique? Why did you use it so messily?"

The big snake coiled there, not daring to move at all, "Senior, I am a disciple of the Beast Control Sect who has been stranded here."

When he saw Qu Jianlei and his group, he still called them "elders of the Beast Control Sect", but now he only dared to call them disciples.

The reason was very simple. The other party was obviously an existence above the Nascent Soul, and he didn't dare to put on airs at all.

"Stranded here... a place of absolute spirits?" The figure seemed to remember something, "Is this really... the passage closed?"

"Closed," Qu Jianlei said in a deep voice, "Senior, what state are you in?"

This was a bit rash, but he really didn't care - what exactly is going on between you and the demon, we haven't figured it out yet!

If something is really wrong, he doesn't mind fighting this "senior" as well.

After all, he can die in battle, but he can't be fooled to death by others!

Moreover, a truly powerful senior shouldn't mind this kind of offense, right?

"This is just a fragment of my soul," the figure answered casually, "it was originally dormant."

"But unknowingly, it was disturbed by the demon, and when I found out, it was a bit late."

"Thanks to you guys for discovering the demon, I was finally able to escape during your fight."

"Escape..." Xizhao asked inconspicuously, "Senior, can you guarantee that you are not possessed by the demon?"

"You elf..." The figure almost wanted to scold this guy-do you know who you are talking to?

"Senior," the spirit of the weapon also showed up, "Anyway, we helped the senior get rid of the suppression of the demon, right?"

"What kind of existence are you all!" The figure really couldn't keep calm.

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