Male god dominates the world [Quick Transmigration]

Abundant fairy power poured into the dry meridians, and the extreme comfort made Zhong Louyu almost sigh. He held his breath and put his hands on the middle-aged monk's dantian. The virtual meridian just established was running non-stop. Plundering the cultivation of middle-aged monks.

The new technique is more effective than any technique that Zhong Louyu has seen before. In almost a moment, the absorbed spiritual power was completely transformed into his own power. He did not have the trouble of upgrading, and almost immediately hit Zhu Only when the base is perfect can one gain a foothold in this realm of comprehension.

The young monk was still drunk and tried to undress in front of Fantasia, but he tried hard for a long time but failed, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch it forward.

This is the simplest way to cover up the eyes, there is no entity at all, the young monk suddenly felt empty, the brain blinded by alcohol was still a little bit unable to recover, he frowned, and said vaguely in his mouth: "what happened?"

His question echoed in the cave, and the young monk didn't get a response for a long time. He frowned and looked back, cursing: "I brought you here to enjoy yourself, why are you like a log... ..."

The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat. In his blurred vision, he could only see the middle-aged monk with a huge slit in his throat, lying limply on the ground. place, as if tinkering with something.

"You...you are..." As if a bucket of ice water was poured on his head, the young monk suddenly felt much more awake.

Zhong Louyu let out a heavy breath, withdrew his left hand, stood up and moved around a few times, smiled and looked at the young monk: "Thanks to your friend's generosity, I finally regained some vitality."

Suddenly there was a slight gust of wind in the cave, and the middle-aged monk's body collapsed into fine powder, and soon only the neatly dressed clothes were left on the ground.

The young monk suddenly turned his head, looked at the rough blindfold in the middle, and then looked at Zhong Louyu. A lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The legend about this person hit his mind almost instantly, and he was terrified. Occupies every corner of the body.

Zhong Louyu looked down at the things left by the middle-aged monk, and picked up the opponent's saber. It was a very ordinary Fantie sword, but it was enough for him.Randomly erasing the mark left by the previous master, he waved it twice in the air, and he quickly regained his sense of touch. His dark pupils were firmly fixed on the young monk.

Bloodthirsty murderous intent rushed towards his face, the young cultivator hastily pulled out his long sword and pointed at Zhong Louyu: "Don't think that bluffing can fool me! You were still alive yesterday! How could you recover today! I know! It’s a trick of the eye, right! It’s a trick of the eye again!” He said hastily, and the more he said, the more certain he was, and he almost deceived himself.

But Zhong Louyu didn't have any interest in playing with him, and he used his spiritual power to gather on Fan Tiejian, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

With a muffled "bang", the young man immediately flew to one side, the air around him rippled like water patterns, and a water drop-shaped defensive spiritual weapon appeared in midair, and the protective shield blocked this attack.

But before the young man could rest assured, he heard a click, and the spiritual weapon suddenly shattered, and the person inside was nakedly placed in front of the killer.

The young man broke out in a cold sweat. He turned over in the air and landed firmly on the ground. He drew out a long sword in one hand, took out a high-level charm from his pocket, and stuck it on it. The blade of the sword burst into flames.

Zhong Louyu was not in a hurry to kill directly, he wandered around the youth like a cat, his long sword could always change the trajectory when the opponent tried to resist, and used all kinds of weird arcs to leave wounds on people, like The master is conducting some kind of experiment.

The young man was already overwhelmed. After being attacked, he counterattacked belatedly. Zhong Louyu launched the next attack long ago.If it weren't for the support of the cultivation base of the Jindan stage, this defensive spirit weapon would have been broken due to exhaustion of power.

After all, there is still a huge gap between the Golden Core Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage, and it is this gap that allows the youth to persevere until now, but this is already the limit, and the defensive spirit weapon cannot withstand Zhong Louyu's successive attacks, and continues to provide spiritual power to Defense against spiritual weapons is a heavy burden for a young man, and before he knew it, he had been cornered by Zhong Louyu.

"Go to hell!" The fear of death enveloped the whole body of the young cultivator. With a stern look on his face, he sacrificed the flaming long sword into the air. The spiritual power around him was violent, and a large amount was drawn by the flames.Afterwards, the long sword became one into two, two into three, and three into infinity. In an instant, the whole cave was filled with heat waves, and bright flames blazed around the sharp blade, pointing directly at Zhong Louyu.

"Ming Xinzong's secret technique." Zhong Louyu raised his eyebrows.

Mingxin Sect is known as the first sect of Dharma cultivation. Its secret technique is extremely exquisite. Even if the user is a waste, it can always exert some strength, and the strength of Jindan Stage is far beyond that of Foundation Establishment Stage.

Of course, this is only generally speaking. When the opponent is Zhong Louyu, the young monk's back blow is just a joke.

"go with!"

The flaming sword fell down in an instant, and the continuous fire burned into one piece. The powerful power was really staggering, and even Zhong Louyu's figure was quietly engulfed by the sea of ​​swords and sea of ​​fire.

Apart from the heavy panting of the young monk and the crackling of the flames, there was no other movement in the cave.

Is Zhong Louyu dead?

The young man approached the flame tremblingly, the scorching temperature burned everything in the cave, and the sweat almost fell like a waterfall. The young man felt something wrong in his heart and his body moved slightly.

A cold light almost brushed against his body.

"A magic spell with nothing to show for it." The man's voice sounded in the flames, and the blue clothes suddenly appeared in the burning color. Under the light, it is dyed a layer of light red.The crimson flames were like layers of blooming hell flowers, trying to wrap him around, but they didn't dare to get close. They only formed a small circle around him. There was no sword or fire in the circle. Everything was intact, only the man seemed to be The evildoer who came out of hell, even the most simple and embarrassing attire can't hide his demeanor.

Zhong Louyu raised his hand.

Before the young man could react, there was another flash of sword light beside him, and the long sword returned to Zhong Louyu's side again, stopping in mid-air.

"A boring game." In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the same place, and the young man looked around in a panic, and the next second, a magnetic voice rang softly in his ears, "But what should I do?" It's time to get paid."

The young man's heart turned cold, he hurriedly pulled out a talisman, threw it at the source of the voice, and said ruthlessly, "Pretending to be a ghost! In fact, you are no longer able to do it! You idiot! You are still struggling after being defeated!"

The talisman that sealed the spell of the Nascent Soul powerhouse burned, but the sealed spell in the talisman did not fall on the person he imagined, but hit the wall of the cave, causing the entire cave to tremble.

"Have you finished talking? I'm going to start."

The young man quickly turned around. Behind him, the man in disheveled clothes raised his head slightly, with a slight disgust in his eyes, and pointed at him with his long and slender fingers, with countless palm-sized phantoms attached to his fingertips .

"go."

Countless phantoms suddenly solidified, shaped like small swords, viciously piercing through the protective shield that had consumed a lot of energy, and ruthlessly inserted into the limbs of the person in front of him.They continuously split into smaller existences, running along the meridian all the way through the young man's body, the sharp blades mercilessly cut through everything encountered on the road, tossing the inside of the young man's body into a mess.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! on the ground.

As expected, the young cultivator's meridians have been severed, his spiritual roots have been destroyed, his golden core has been shattered, and his whole body is filled with irremovable sword energy.

Zhong Louyu flipped his palm over and clenched it into a fist. It was like a signal. Hundreds of millions of needle-sized sword blades broke out from the young man's body and gathered together continuously, finally forming the ordinary-looking apron. sword.

Bai Yu took the long sword with his fingers, and played with the sword flower casually. Zhong Louyu looked down with a little laziness between his brows and eyes, and his red lips curled up, showing a little threatening charm: "People who are stronger than you should be ruthless!" Excuse me, you don’t have the ability yet.” He raised his long sword and slashed it down heavily, the tip of the sword rubbing against the young monk’s face and poking it into the ground: “Okay, I’ve already beaten it, now let’s Let's discuss business."

"Where is Yu Qin?"

The young monk only felt a pain in his cheek, and the warm blood mixed with the cold sword edge looked extremely terrifying.Even though his body was in extreme pain, he didn't dare to move, for fear that the evil spirit on his body would chop off his head.

"He'll be here soon!"

His voice was terrifyingly piercing, his eyes were full of pain, and he looked like he wouldn't lie, but this was not a good time to get in touch with that person, Zhong Louyu asked again: "When will you come?"

"I don't know, I don't know! Help me! It hurts so much!!"

Zhong Louyu stood up, drew out his long sword, and looked at the young man indifferently: "You won't be in pain soon."

After saying that, he raised the knife and dropped it, the iron sword smashed into the young man's dantian, quickly locked onto the golden core that was trying to escape, and crushed it fiercely, the young man's face turned pale, his body twitched unconsciously, and he was already out of breath.

The spiritual power in the golden core quickly spread to the entire cave, Zhong Louyu raised the long sword, and gently shook off the blood on it.

The system looked at his actions with a bit of heartache: "These spiritual powers can help you directly advance to the golden core stage, it's too wasteful."

"Don't waste it." Zhong Louyu looked at the blood flowing out of the young monk's abdomen, his eyes were obscure, "On the contrary, we now have the blood essence of a golden core monk, and we can set up a phantom formation."

"As for the golden core period, I have a hunch that it will not be so easy to pass."