Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

As Tong Hou finished speaking, Wang Fu was alert to the other party's movements while he was fully practicing his skills to refine the elixir to restore his spiritual power and repair his injuries.

He stared over.

He saw Tong Hou's palms close together, and a blood cloud spread out, covering his entire body. The blood cloud kept rolling, looking weird and evil, but it seemed that because Tong Hou was preparing a powerful skill, he had no time to defend. The huge blood wheel split into two, floating on both sides of the blood cloud, rotating and guarding.

Wang Fu saw this, his eyes turned, looking at the blood cloud but had a bad premonition, always feeling frightened, and a kind of instinctive fear.

He knew that this was because the skill that Tong Hou was about to perform was extremely powerful, which brought about an illusion.

Wang Fu looked at the ancient teleportation array in the distance, where the spiritual patterns were getting closer and closer and the silver light was constantly flowing. He immediately called out in his heart with some urgency:

"Ao Yu, how long will it take?"

"Half an incense stick, master, it will take half an incense stick of time." In the ancient teleportation array, an illusory white jade dragon flashed by, and then Wang Fu heard Ao Yu's urgent voice in his mind.

"Okay! Next, I will use the Qingfu Sword. You be careful alone. Once the teleportation array is fully activated, don't hesitate, just turn on the teleportation power, and I will come." Wang Fu sent the message in a deep voice.

Ao Yu did not respond. This woman knew that the situation was urgent. She hid in the sky full of spiritual stones suspended in the ancient teleportation array, while manipulating the spiritual stones to transform into spiritual power and pouring it into the array. She could not exert her full strength. After all, Tong Hou was in the sky. If she was discovered, all her efforts would be wasted.

With this person's murderous intention towards Wang Fu, once he saw that things were impossible, he would probably destroy the ancient teleportation array and would not let Wang Fu leave.

Therefore, it is necessary to grasp the measure and make the operation of the teleportation array look natural and unharmed. If the master and servant fail, I am afraid that this valley will be their burial place.

Although she is a spirit of the weapon, she cannot escape the risk of being re-refined or even wiping out her mind.

Wang Fu retracted his gaze, and then sat cross-legged directly. He did not take the opportunity to sneak attack Tong Hou who was performing the technique. With the blood wheel of the top-grade magic weapon, he could not hurt Tong Hou at all, not to mention that the blood cloud was not a simple thing.

Instead of wasting energy, it is better to recover spiritual power as soon as possible. Moreover, the [Xuan Lei Sword Sutra] he practiced is a legendary technique. Although his realm is not enough to exert most of the power of the technique, if it is combined with the natal flying sword that has reached the top-grade magic weapon and the "Yin Demon Banner", it may not be able to hold on for half an incense stick.

After a few breaths, Wang Fu suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at the blood cloud in the sky.

Just as he looked up, a strange roar came from the blood cloud, resounding throughout the valley, and the rolling blood cloud suddenly disappeared completely.

Revealing the figure of Tong Hou.

Wang Fu's eyes tightened, as if he was facing a great enemy.

I saw that Tong Hou's appearance had changed greatly. Not only did his body grow several inches taller, but there were also strange blood-colored lines on his face, as if he was a living thing and kept wriggling. The sun was surrounded by a faint blood-colored black light, and the breath became cold and violent. And behind him, there was an extremely tall phantom.

This phantom was blood-colored all over, shaped like a human, but nearly thirty feet tall, with a single horn on his head, covered with scales, and looked ferocious and terrifying. Especially with the long blood-colored hair on his head, plus the fangs in his mouth, the murderous aura around him was like a demon descending.

"What kind of demon is this?" Wang Fu looked at the tall blood-colored phantom, his mind was shaken, and his face was gloomy and he murmured subconsciously. He suddenly understood that only the Nascent Soul Realm can exert the true power of the top-level skills.

"Demon? Haha... This is the 'Sacred Blood Demon Lord'. You, a casual cultivator, naturally don't know him. This Marquis also broke through the Nascent Soul Realm and practiced the strongest skill inherited by the Blood Son [Sacred Blood True Demon Art] to perfection, so that he could summon the Demon Lord's phantom. Although you are very strong, the strongest Jindan Realm cultivator I have ever seen, this Marquis is not as good as you when he reached the Great Perfection of the Jindan Realm, but since this Marquis has already sacrificed the 'Sacred Blood Demon Lord', you will have no chance of survival." Tong Hou sneered, he glanced at the phantom with closed eyes behind him, looking like he had won.

Then he looked at Wang Fu, who was also like an ant.

He subconsciously looked at the ancient teleportation array, but saw that the array was about to be fully activated, and he was a little surprised. Although there were a lot of spirit stones, the speed at which the array could operate on its own should not be so fast.

But before Tong Hou could take a closer look, a huge green light pulled his eyes back.

It was a huge ancient green sword that was tens of feet long that broke through the clouds and fell from the sky.

But Wang Fu saw Tong Hou's gaze and was worried that Ao Yu would be exposed, so he had to take the initiative for the first time. He stepped into the void, raised one hand, and fell on Tong Hou's head without thinking.

The Qingfu Sword, which gathered 246 sword lights, flashed and slashed directly at Tong Hou.

"Huh? Top-grade magic flying sword? It seems that this is your natal flying sword, but unfortunately, with your cultivation, you can't exert the full power of the magic weapon at all, and you are still like an ant trying to shake a tree!" Tong Hou exclaimed lightly, then sneered, and then stretched out his hand to grasp the huge sword that fell from the sky.

The blood-colored Demon Lord behind him finally opened his eyes. At the same time as two blood lights shot straight ten feet, the entire huge demon body also flew up in an instant, just like Tong Hou's action, stretching his arm and grasping it like lightning.

He actually directly grasped the Qingfu Sword in his hand.

The Qingfu Sword paused, and its speed dropped drastically. However, the Demon Lord's phantom seemed to roar, and the other hand followed closely, firmly grasping the Qingfu Sword, as if to crush it.

Seeing this, Wang Fu quickly formed a spell with his hands, and the Qingfu Sword suddenly glowed green, struggling desperately.

The Demon Lord's phantom's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to spit out the magic fire to burn. Wang Fu saw this and secretly said in his heart that it was not good. He immediately gritted his teeth and changed the spells of his hands. At the moment when the bloody magic fire was about to wrap the Qingfu Sword, countless three-color divine thunders burst out from the sword body. After a "booming" sound, it finally broke free.

It turned into a ray of green light and fell into Wang Fu's hand.

Looking at the Qingfu Sword that was still trembling, Wang Fu sighed in his heart. It was because of his inferior cultivation that the power of this sword was shackled. If he faced a Jindan cultivator, he would be able to crush him, but now the enemy is a Yuanying realm who has cultivated the top-level skills to perfection, and he is stretched to the limit.

"Huh?" Tong Hou showed a look of surprise when he saw this. He frowned and looked at the Demon Lord's phantom's arms, which showed signs of being burned by thunder.

"Thunder is the mighty power of heaven and earth, and it has a restraining effect on both demonic arts and ghost ways. So that's how it is." Wang Fu also saw this scene, and he couldn't help but feel in a good mood.

At least, he had a way to deal with the phantom of the Demon Lord summoned by Tong Hou.

Thinking of this, Wang Fu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time hurriedly stuffed the remaining pills into his mouth.

After several full-strength attacks, his spiritual power had already consumed most of it.

If it weren't for the strangeness of the skills, coupled with the improvement of the quality of his spiritual roots, the speed of refining pills would have been much faster, I'm afraid that the sword just now would have consumed all the remaining spiritual power.

At this moment, Tong Hou shouted angrily, but he no longer hesitated to control the phantom of the Demon Lord and kill Wang Fu with all his strength.

The speed was so fast that it made a series of sharp whistling sounds.

Wang Fu didn't dare to neglect it. He loosened his palm and let the Qingfu Sword float beside him. While urging the Xuanlei Escape Technique to stay away from the Demon Lord phantom full of murderous blood and fire, he quickly pinched the seal with both hands. Thunder flashed in front of him, three-color light surged continuously, the purple gold elixir in his dantian spun rapidly, and spiritual power surged wildly.

Then, just as the shadow of the demon lord caught up with him and a palm fell, Wang Fu's figure flashed and split into two.

They fled in different directions.