Invincible System: World Rescue

To say that the Six Nine Demon Swallowing Skill, the reason why it is called the Demon Skill, naturally has its own reasons. In addition to its great power, the damage to oneself is also not bad.

It's a bit like the Qishang Quan in the TV series, it hurts a few people.

Just because it is a self-mutilation technique, its power is naturally a bit outrageous.

In Zizhujian's imagination, it took only a moment for him to be defeated by himself with one sword and the Zitan Beast.

However, the painful lesson taught him, never underestimate a person who has lived twice as long as you.

Zizhu Sword has some reservations, so does Old Demon.

The moment he got close, the old devil grinned ferociously, sprayed a pink mist from his hand, and went straight to Zizhujian's face.

This mist has the same goal as the mist on the Mount of Greed, but the effect is thousands or ten thousand times stronger than it.

This kind of mist has a strong aphrodisiac effect, and it is usually an auxiliary technique used by disciples for double cultivation.

However, when used in the hands of this old devil, the effect is quite different.

The effect has been multiplied dozens of times. Under this kind of mist, even cultivators in the middle stage of Yuanying can hardly hold up half a stick of incense, and cultivators in the early stage of Yuanying are even more unbearable. As long as they inhale too much, they will soon fall into lust. Edge, to be a beast that produces nothing but primal impulses.

It was precisely because of the peculiar effect of this technique that the old devil was able to grow the Greedy Sect freely and freely after being kicked out of Xuanguan City.

The reason why some people practice heresy methods is that they have special characteristics that cannot be achieved by ordinary methods.

Knowing that the mist was not to be touched, Zi Zhujian didn't care about dealing with the old devil and hurriedly retreated. He quickly held his breath and gathered all the spiritual power in his body.

Even so, he also inhaled a trace.

After inhaling this mist, Zi Zhujian instantly understood what was going on, and quickly mobilized his spiritual power to try to expel this mist from his body.

This is what the old devil wanted. Most people would do this after inhaling, mobilizing their spiritual power to try to stay awake, but in this way, their own spiritual power would not be enough, and they would already be at a disadvantage against the enemy.

"Evil desires the world!"

The old devil roared again, and he tapped the mist in front of him with his finger to turn into air bombs, suspended in the air like raindrops.

With a wave of his palm, the air bullet shot towards the Zizhu sword like a bullet.

While forcing Zizhujian to defend passively, he tried to deal with the Zitan Beast in front of him, and he seemed to be able to handle it with ease.

cut--

Knowing how powerful the Qi bomb is, Zi Zhujian slashed at the Qi bomb with a backhand, regardless of the mist in his body.

The purple sword energy flew out in the air, and bounced off all the air bullets.

The mist in the body began to rage because of the short-term slack, and Zizhujian felt dizzy for a while.

Going on like this is not an option after all, Zi Zhujian decided to make a quick decision.

Putting his finger in his mouth, Zi Hanzhu bit down hard, blood oozing from his finger.

Writing and drawing on the sword with bloody fingers, the spirit sword suddenly made a buzzing sound.

"Use my blood to feed the spirit of the sword, and the sword spirit will come out and cut the world..."

Along with the Zizhu sword whispering, a graceful figure emerged from the sword. This woman is not a human being, but a sword spirit that has been fed for decades in his Zizhu sword.

The sword spirit, the spiritual thing in the sword, cannot be cultivated by those without great perseverance and wisdom. Not to mention ordinary sword cultivators, even the head of the Tianshu Sword Sect failed to cultivate the sword spirit.

The existence of the sword spirit, on the one hand, represents the strength of the sword cultivator, and on the other hand, it represents the enthusiasm of the sword holder for the portable spirit sword.

After decades of feeding, Zizhujian summoned the sword spirit for the first time today.

The sword spirit appeared, took the Zizhu sword from Zihanzhu, and flew into the sky like Chang'e flying to the moon.

When her figure flew to the top of the Nine Heavens, then fell rapidly, with the long sword at the bottom and the fairy at the top.

"Flying Immortal--"

A melodious voice like a silver bell uttered from the woman's mouth, and then stabbed at the old devil with an indomitable momentum.

Patriarch Xieyu was startled at this moment, staring at the figure in the sky with a stiff face.

"This is impossible, this is impossible, you have only cultivated for 100 years, there is no reason to be able to cultivate a sword spirit!"

The old devil roared hysterically, feeling the inequality between people.

"Hehe, whoever told you that you have been cultivating for a long time is going to be stronger than others?"

After Zizhujian said these words, he closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged, and began to try to destroy the mist in his body without looking at Laomo again.

For Zizhujian, this strike can be regarded as his strongest strike, if this old devil is not good enough, then his life should not be ended.

The fairy held the sword, and a burst of fire suddenly rose from the tip of the sword, and finally a raging fire ignited.

"Secret technique, fall into the demon realm forever!"

At the time of life and death, the old devil didn't care too much, and directly used the secret technique that he had never dared to use.

Eternally falling into the Demon Realm, at the cost of sacrificing all spiritual power, fell into the ranks of the demonic way, and fell into the boundless darkness from then on, except for killing, no longer have any independent thoughts.

When this kind of magic skill is displayed, the person involved can be said to be living rather than dying.

He doesn't care about how tragic the consequences are. At this moment, he just wants to live for a while, even if he becomes a lunatic, he still wants to stay in this world for as long as possible.

Clouds of black demonic energy surged out of his body crazily. Under the cover of the black energy, scales began to grow on his limbs, his canine teeth swelled wildly, and his face turned emerald green. His ferocious appearance looked extremely scary.

Zizhu sword still didn't move, he sneered in his heart and said a word of stubborn resistance.

The flaming spirit sword stabbed straight down from above, trying to pierce the old devil's body.

The blue-faced and long-toothed old devil had already lost consciousness, and instinctively raised a pair of big hands that could no longer be called hands above his head, trying to grab the spirit sword in his hands.

puff--

A faint sound came out, and the purple bamboo sword had been inserted along the old devil's Tianling cover, leaving only the hilt.

The old devil's expression was fixed at the last moment before he died, and he could still vaguely see the color of unwillingness.

The head of the Greedy Desire Sect, the old devil known as the Patriarch of Evil Desires, just died here.

The sword spirit completed its mission, bowed slightly towards the Zizhu sword, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated into the spirit sword.

The battle is over.

Zi Zhujian let go of the pressure and began to concentrate on eliminating the toxins in his body.

However, although his place is over, the situation on the other side has reached the most dangerous peak.

Even the purple bamboo sword couldn't defend against the pink mist just now, let alone no foundation building, just two mortals who were simply transformed by the system.

The moment the old devil died, the restriction in charge of isolating Shu Xuewei disappeared, and Qin Xiaodong and Shu Xuewei both absorbed the fog in their stomachs.

In just three seconds, the gazes of the two had already become extremely hot, and very little of their reason had dissipated.