Chapter 102 Vulnerable, Invincible Posture!

Hearing Fang Wang's words, the purple-clothed man smiled at him and said, "Young man, some things are not what you want to see."

He raised his right hand, and a small black tower condensed in his palm, which quickly grew larger. There were nine floors in total, and each floor had four different statues standing on it. They were vivid and lifelike, and people felt psychedelic at a glance.

Lu Yuanjun also offered a black gourd, and three ghosts emerged. His black clothes fluttered in the air like a ghost, and he and the purple-clothed man surrounded Fang Wang from front to back.

Just then!

Strong auras swept from the horizon in all directions. Some of them made Fang Wang feel familiar. They should be the peak masters of Taiyuanmen.

Another support has arrived.

Just like in the story, they always come late.

But now it is Fang Wang's home court, and no one can cover up his prestige!

Fang Wang slowly turned around, and a golden-scaled white feathered robe appeared on his body. Golden dragon energy surrounded him, and dragon roars rose and fell. When this treasure appeared, the purple-clothed man's eyes changed slightly, and the faces of the people in the Chimo Sect changed drastically.

This robe is extraordinary at first glance!

At least it is a top-grade magic weapon!

Fang Wang looked at Lu Yuanjun coldly, and he said coldly: "Let's settle the cause and effect. Today, even if the king of heaven comes, you must die!"

Hearing this, Lu Yuanjun's heart was pounding.

"He must have recognized your identity!"

Zhao Zhen's voice sounded in Lu Yuanjun's ears, with a crazy tone.

When Lu Yuanjun heard it, he immediately said: "I didn't expect you and I to come to this point."

Before this, they met and talked, and they were all smiling. Now there is murderous intent in each other's eyes.

Fang Wang asked expressionlessly: "Really didn't expect it?"

He took a step forward and walked towards Lu Yuanjun in the air. The Samsara Bell floated behind him and followed closely.

Lu Yuanjun activated the Yin-Yang Xuanming True Art, and a wisp of black air surrounded his body, and his momentum rose steadily.

He had actually reached the state of concentration!

But the corners of his mouth began to bleed, and it was obvious that he was injured.

Lu Yuanjun was about to answer, and Fang Wang suddenly rushed towards him.

Boom——

A strange roar came from behind Fang Wang, causing his body to stagnate. In a flash, the Samsara Bell suddenly trembled, and a louder bell sounded, covering the strange roar behind, shaking the earth.

As the bell sounded, Fang Wang's speed suddenly increased.

The purple-clothed man far behind frowned, his eyes locked on the Samsara Bell, his eyes were full of surprise.

Seeing Fang Wang coming to kill him, Lu Yuanjun did not dodge, and immediately raised his palm and waved it, and the surging spiritual power rushed towards Fang Wang with an overwhelming force.

Suddenly!

Fang Wang condensed a dragon of air around him, which turned into a long gas dragon and forcefully dispersed his spiritual power. Seeing this, Lu Yuanjun retracted his palm and pushed it out again. A strange rune appeared in his palm.

Fang Wang retracted the sword with his right hand and struck with his left hand.

The two of them quickly collided with each other and hit each other with their palms.

Lu Yuanjun's face showed an ecstatic smile, and his smile became ferocious, but the next second, his expression became terrified, and even showed an unbelievable look.

"Impossible...you..."

Lu Yuanjun screamed, he wanted to pull his hand away, but his right palm seemed to have been welded to Fang Wang's left palm and could not move.

The three ghosts and gods behind him were like encountering natural enemies, holding their heads and howling, and did not dare to attack Fang Wang at all.

Yin Yang Xuanming True Skill!

Fang Wang felt a strong force coming from behind, and his left palm pushed forward suddenly.

With a bang!

Lu Yuanjun's body was blown up and turned into blood mist. Almost instantly, Fang Wang turned around and stabbed with a sword. The sword intent of heaven and earth suddenly burst out, forming a sword energy shining with bright light.

A huge black claw slapped Fang Wang, like a mountain, unstoppable.

The two spiritual powers collided, and the sword intent of heaven and earth penetrated the black claws, but the strong wind still shook Fang Wang back. It was the purple-clothed man who made the move. His left hand was still facing Fang Wang. He looked shocked. Obviously, he didn't expect Fang Wang's sword intent of heaven and earth to be so powerful, far exceeding the sword energy Fang Wang showed when he fought the white-haired man before.

While retreating, Fang Wang raised his hand and took Lu Yuanjun's black gourd into his hand. He quickly put several sealing methods into the black gourd and threw it into the storage bag.

"You dare!"

A hoarse roar came, and Chen Anshi killed Fang Wang like crazy.

Fang Wang secretly wondered what the relationship between Lu Yuanjun and him was, how could he fight so hard?

He noticed a white light next to him, and wanted to escape, so he immediately used the Samsara Bell to collect it.

After that, he let go of the Tianhong Sword and grabbed the Samsara Bell, which disappeared out of thin air, as if he had put it into his storage bag. This series of actions was so fast that Chen Anshi had not even rushed to him.

Looking at the attacking Chen Anshi, Fang Wang's right hand reached for the storage bag, and when he raised his hand, the Tiangong Halberd appeared in his hand. His left hand reached under his right armpit and grabbed the Tianhong Sword, and the two natal treasures opened in an interlaced manner.

One hand held a long halberd, and the other hand held a white light long sword!

The golden scales and white feathers fluttered, and the strong wind pulled his long hair back, and his face was full of contemptuous smiles.

Xiao Zi and the black giant python flew into the sky together, like two dragons fighting in the sky, which was so spectacular that many monks in the distance looked up.

Chen Anshi swung his sword at Fang Wang. This sword contained extreme anger, and his spiritual power turned into sword energy, and thunder and fire intertwined, like the wrath of heaven.

Fang Wang rushed towards the thunder and fire sword energy, and in an instant, he turned into a huge black dragon head, violently dispersing the thunder and fire sword energy, and rushed towards Chen Anshi.

As Fang Wang rushed forward, the dragon body extended out, and when the real dragon appeared, Xiao Zi and the black giant python in the distance instantly seemed nothing special.

Chen Anshi was shocked and raised his sword to resist, but when he was hit by the black dragon, his sword was directly shattered.

The natal treasure spirit was vulnerable!

Chen Anshi even lost consciousness.

The black dragon pressed him towards the blood-colored gas column, and the dragon roared, shaking the earth. The black dragon had already extended its dragon body hundreds of feet long, and its dragon scales were condensed, flashing with cold light.

The Great Perfection of the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique!

Still relying on the power of the Heavenly Palace Halberd, at this moment, Fang Wang used all his strength to perform the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique. The black dragon with the ultimate destructive power pressed Chen Anshi's body to explode, and the blood mist bloomed in front of the dragon head, and then was dispersed.

The purple-clothed man's face changed drastically, and he immediately threw the black tower in his hand. The black tower quickly flew to the front of the blood-colored gas column and quickly grew larger, reaching a height of two hundred feet, like a mountain blocking the black dragon.

Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and he activated the Fighting True Skill!

Fighting True Skill plus the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique, the black dragon's speed soared, and the dragon's body was intertwined with purple lightning.

Boom!

The black tower was knocked away, and the purple-clothed man's face suddenly changed. He didn't have time to think about it. He blocked the blood-colored gas column with his body, pushed forward with both palms, and burst out spiritual power, like an ocean drowning the black dragon.

Then, the purple-clothed man felt the power of the black dragon!

Not good!

The purple-clothed man instinctively dodged to the side, and his left arm was cruelly torn off before it could catch up with his body.

The arrogant black dragon hit the blood-colored gas column, accompanied by a loud noise that shook the earth. The blood-colored gas column was smashed apart, and the terrifying blood wind exploded. The surrounding corpse mountain was washed away, and countless corpses flew into the sky. The strong wind swept hundreds of miles, interrupting the entire battlefield. Countless monks turned their heads and saw the shocking scene of the black dragon passing over the altar.

Dragon...

Real dragon?

All the monks thought they were dazzled, and even Xiao Zi and the black python were shocked and stopped.

The black dragon moved its body and circled unscrupulously above the altar, showing its domineering body, and the dragon roar echoed continuously.

After circling several times, the black dragon swooped down, and its body dissipated like smoke, and Fang Wang's figure appeared, holding a halberd in one hand and a sword in the other, like a god from heaven descending to earth.

He landed on the altar and looked at another figure on the altar.

It was a soul that could not be distinguished between men and women, kneeling on the ground, as if it was entangled by invisible shackles. It struggled hard, and even without any sound, it could be felt that it was roaring, which was terrifying.

Fang Wang frowned, what is this?

"Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art... You actually practiced the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art to such a degree..."

A cold voice came, and the tone could hardly conceal the anger.

The purple-clothed man with a broken arm was seen stepping in the air in the distance. The black tower had fallen back into his right hand. The windows of each floor of the black tower opened, and the rolling ghost energy overflowed, covering the sky. In the ghost fog, terrible evil ghosts condensed, all roaring at Fang Wang. At a glance, there were countless evil ghosts.

"Destroy my holy treasure... prevent the Holy Spirit from resurrecting... You deserve to die... You must die!"

The purple-clothed man's face was extremely hideous and full of anger. He gritted his teeth and his body was shaking.

He had never expected that Fang Wang would hide such power!

The most important thing was that his plan that had been laid for nearly a hundred years was ruined. How would he explain it after returning to the church?

At this time, the soul on the altar suddenly dissipated, and a piece of yellowed ancient jade fell to the ground.

Fang Wang was about to take it, but the purple-clothed man suddenly shouted angrily, and endless evil ghosts rushed over like thousands of troops, and the terrifying ghost fog directly submerged the entire altar.

The ghost fog was still spreading!

In less than three breaths, the area of ​​five miles in radius was covered, and corpses were swallowed by the ghost fog, which frightened the monks of Chi Mo Sect and made them retreat.

Xu Qiuming carried the Supreme Elder and retreated, and Zhao Chuangan also fled, not daring to be swallowed by the ghost fog.

In the ghost fog, Fang Wang, who had entered the state of fighting true art, was fighting. The evil ghosts that rushed madly from all directions were easily killed and dispersed by him. The Xuanyang nerve was activated, and nine fireballs were suspended behind his head. The halberd blade of the Tiangong Ji and the white light blade of the Tianhong Sword were all ignited with Xuanyang true fire. The two weapons were swung, and the ghost fog dissipated wherever they passed, and no evil ghost could hurt him.

At this moment, Fang Wang showed an invincible posture and was unstoppable!

The man in purple suddenly rushed out of the ghost fog, and Fang Wang turned around and threw a halberd.

The Tiangong Ji burst out with a powerful momentum and pressed the man in purple back at a very fast speed.

The purple-clothed man's right palm was surrounded by black air, and he used his own spiritual power to resist the blade of the Tiangong Ji, but the power of the Tiangong Ji exceeded his expectations.

"How is it possible... How can a person in the Concentrated Spirit Realm have such power... What grade is this halberd?"

The purple-clothed man's eyes widened and he roared in his heart. He could no longer maintain his previous composure. In his pupils, Fang Wang rushed out from the darkness, holding the Tiangong Halberd in his right hand, wanting to pierce him with the halberd.