I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

The dust has settled.

Countless shadows are circling in the gray sky. The vitality of the ninth-level demon is extremely tenacious. Even if the head is cut into two pieces, it still does not affect the survival of other parts.

The body without the control of the head is like a headless fly, frantically attacking everything it can sense around it. The claws, collisions, and new organs derived from the wriggling in the cross section are constantly biting and devouring.

The sky is tragic.

Dark green blood drips from the sky, and a terrible acid rain falls.

Huang Xuan raised his head with difficulty and looked at the tragic scene in the sky. For a moment, he forgot the pain in his body.

The previous fatal attack of the ninth-level demon was interrupted by Lu Changsheng with [Netherworld Karma Fire], and he wrapped Huang Xuan and the other two with pressure, so that they only endured the aftermath of the explosion.

Now the three of them only felt that their internal organs were surging, and their bodies were covered with fine scars, but at least they saved their lives.

"Brother...you..." Zhou Yi climbed up with difficulty, looking at Lu Changsheng in a daze, passing Huang Xuan.

Lu Changsheng stared at the air with full concentration, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

His clothes were already tattered, and his exposed skin was covered with crisscrossing wounds that were deep enough to see the bone. Each part seemed to have been cut repeatedly by a sharp blade, and the blood and flesh were blurred, which was horrible to look at.

Some of those blood holes were still oozing out black and red blood, mixed with unknown liquids, emitting a suffocating stench.

The edges of the wounds had begun to rot, and the green pus was intertwined with the blood. The new muscles were corroded by the strong toxicity as soon as they grew out, twisting and wriggling together, and could not be fixed for a long time.

Lu Changsheng's eyes were full of bloodshot, and his eyeballs seemed to burst out of his eye sockets at any time. The sticky black blood slid down the corners of his eyes, leaving no doubt that he would go blind on the spot in the next second.

Tears blurred Zhou Yi's eyes. She resisted the discomfort and stumbled towards Lu Changsheng.

"Don't come over..." Lu Changsheng waved his hand with some effort and said weakly, "It's poisonous."

"Brother!" Huang Xuan also reacted and rushed to Lu Changsheng's side in a hurry, saying helplessly, "You...I..."

"How can I help you?"

"Or do you have any last words?"

The corners of Lu Changsheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at Huang Xuan with the corner of his eyes, and said with some effort, "If you really don't know what to say, don't say it. I'm not going to die yet."

Lu Changsheng waved Huang Xuan and the other two away like a duck, and stood staggeringly in front of the three.

His injuries were too serious. It would probably take a long time to recover if he only relied on the recovery ability of the ancient dragon bloodline, but even so, he didn't plan to use [Infinite Health Bar].

Ever since Lu Changsheng started fighting with the ninth-level monster, he had a vague feeling that someone was controlling this huge monster from behind to fight him.

Whether it was the counterintuitive fighting methods or the highly targeted coping strategies, they did not seem like something that a monster that could go crazy at any time could do.

Now that Lu Changsheng and the ninth-level monster were both injured in the fight, if this was the purpose of the person behind the scenes, then he should jump out to make up the blow...

Then use [Infinite Health Bar] to max out the status, and directly open the big move to give that bastard a big surprise.

This was Lu Changsheng's plan.

"Are you still not coming out?"

"The duration of [Rage of Vengeance] is only less than 30 seconds at most. If you don't come out to make up the blow, I can only get rid of the negative effects first..."

"Is my injury not serious enough?"

Lu Changsheng shook his swollen right hand with some toothache. The poison of the ninth-level monster had already invaded the bone marrow. The white bones under the horrible wound had begun to turn black, seriously affecting Lu Changsheng's ability to move.

Seeing that the battle in the air was coming to an end, and only one in ten of the bodies in the sky remained, Lu Changsheng silently counted down in his heart.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Here it comes...

When the countdown reached three seconds, Lu Changsheng clearly felt that the air in front of him had irregular fluctuations, which looked very much like the state when he had just left [Xintianyou].

Without hesitation, Lu Changsheng directly activated [Infinite Health Bar], and the horrible scars all over his body were instantly repaired, which was completely different from the slow healing of the ancient dragon bloodline.

The recovery ability of [Infinite Health Bar] can be called abnormal. Almost in the blink of an eye, it reversed the state of the body and forcibly returned to its heyday.

Rather than saying that [Infinite Health Bar] is a recovery skill, it is better to say that it is a rollback that ignores damage. As long as Lu Changsheng does not die on the spot and can still have relevant thoughts, he can activate this ability and revive with full blood.

"It seems that you don't fully understand me..." Lu Changsheng's thoughts turned quickly in his mind, but his hands did not pause at all.

[Rage of Vengeance] and [Xin Tian You] were activated at the same time, almost teleporting to the location where the air fluctuations were generated.

The Ten Thousand Gods Sword, wrapped in deadly black flames, slashed out in the air.

The enemy obviously knew him very well.

So this time, Lu Changsheng did not choose to test it. He used the strongest attack at the beginning, aiming to kill with one blow and leaving no hidden dangers.

Ding!

The Ten Thousand Gods Sword stagnated in the air and could no longer move forward.

The person slowly condensed into shape from the irregular air fluctuations, as if he had crossed over from another dimension.

He was wearing a deep black robe with complex golden totems embroidered on it. These totems flickered in the weak light, revealing an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

He wore a wide hood with slender tassels hanging from the edge of the hood, which cleverly concealed his face, revealing only a small piece of skin under his chin, revealing his high nose bridge and thin lips.

Under the shadow of the hood, a pair of deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. Although blocked, the light from those eyes could not be ignored. They seemed to be two bottomless cold pools, cold and deep.

He was tall and was easily holding back the Ten Thousand Gods Sword that Lu Changsheng had slashed with all his strength with two fingers.

You know, Lu Changsheng still maintained the increase from the previous round of battle at this moment, and his full-strength attack was almost comparable to a nuclear explosion concentrated on one point.

But he was easily held back by the visitor with two fingers.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lu Changsheng's heart began to beat wildly, his scalp was numb, and all the nerves in his body were tense at this moment.

He saw the person clearly, a handsome man without any emotion.

He didn't see the person clearly, just like there was no life in front of him, no fluctuations.

This was not the first time that Lu Changsheng had this feeling.

He was very familiar with what kind of existence such an enemy would be...

[Demigod]!

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