Chapter 663: Peak Combat Power from the Mortal World
boom--! ! !
Black thunder streaked across the sky, and earth-shattering explosions rang out!
A black shadow smashed down like a cannonball, smashing a barren hill into pieces and then embedded itself into the hard earth, sending dust flying all over the sky.
At the edge of the clouds in the sky, a man dressed in white looked like a god descending into the world, looking down indifferently at the ruins of the dusty hill.
"...This time, you won't die yet??"
Lu Liangren raised the eight-foot ink pen in his hand and waved it rapidly in the void. It was like Fang Tian's painted halberd dancing in the wind. The afterimages of the ink were scattered around him in a crazy way.
These inks seem to be infiltrated on the light painting paper, instantly dyeing the sky black, as if layers of thunderclouds are stacked together, and a terrifying sense of oppression descends on the world!
"Destroy
As Lu Liangren read out one word, one hundred and eight ink thunder waved out the afterimages and fell rapidly from the piled thunder clouds, like the thunder god descending the world-destroying scepter in anger, crazily destroying the center of the ruins of the hill!
Dong dong dong dong dong——
The ravines in the earth became deeper and deeper under the lightning strike, and the aftermath of the impact almost obliterated all the surrounding terrain. The bombardment lasted for more than half a minute, and the loud noise that almost tore the eardrums gradually subsided.
When the free ink thunder gradually dispersed, the original earth had disappeared, replaced by a vast ocean of ink... At this moment, in the center of the ocean, a broken body was gently swaying with the waves.
Lu Liangren's chest rose and fell violently, and his face turned a little pale...
This series of skills consumed a lot of his mental energy, but according to the destructive power he just released, other Shintos of the same level should be seriously injured even if they don't die, but Brand...
Brand was indeed seriously injured, seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Same as the previous eight times.
Brand floated on the surface of the ink like a corpse. The next moment, an alchemical array stretched out from his flesh and blood. The dense arteries and veins seemed to come alive, intertwined into complex and mysterious lines, and steaming water mist Rising from beneath him...
In this mist, wisps of electric light swam, and Brand's incomplete limbs regrown with blood and flesh, and he staggered up from the surface of the ink.
"It hurts... I feel like I'm dead again. Brand looked at his body and grinned in pain.
Lu Liangren held an eight-foot ink pen in his hand and slowly floated down from the air. He tapped his toes lightly on the surface of the ink, causing ripples... He looked at Brand's intact body, his expression extremely ugly.
"What kind of monster are you?"
"I'm not a monster, I'm a human being." Brand smiled and shrugged, "It's just that I'm proficient in some human body refining...converting water molecules in the air into flesh and blood cells.
"No matter how good you are, your mental power has its upper limit." Lu Liangren took a deep breath, and murderous intent burst out in his eyes again.
"If I hurt you enough times, you'll still die.
The smile on Brand's lips gradually faded away. He squinted at Lu Liangren and said sadly:
"Oh? Then you come and give it a try... will you be exhausted first, or will I be killed first?"
Lu Liangren suddenly tightened his grip on the eight-foot ink pen. He was about to make a move. In the void above Brand, a huge millstone made of hundreds of geometric figures suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, Brand's figure was involved. Get in!
boom--! ! !
The ink ocean surged violently, and Brand's painful wails sounded underwater, as if he was experiencing inhuman suffering.
Lu Liangren was stunned for a moment. He looked up and saw a blank photo frame floating in the air, with the abstract faces of the Second Hall slowly outlined in it...
Second Hall snorted coldly, with a tone that was quite different, "I want to see, how many times can you be killed?" "
"Have you solved it over there?" Surprise flashed in Lu Liangren's eyes.
"solved
After the words of the Second Hall fell, two figures fell from the air onto the vast ocean of ink one after another. One was carrying a huge colorful paint tray, and the other was carrying comic effects floating on his body. Two seventh-level pressures came at the same time.
The West Hall and the Eighth Hall.
"On the seventh level in the west of the Wuji Realm, two people died, one was seriously injured, and one was trapped in the second hall overlooking the surging ink. "Now...the only one missing is this culprit.
"These guys from the Witchcraft Association really couldn't help but slap Yang Shepherd and raised his chin.
Di Xidiantang glanced at him and said nothing.
A huge alchemical formation opened at the bottom of the vast ink ocean. Then, a ferocious gap was opened in the surging seawater, and a giant-like flesh and blood arm roared out from below!
There was no skin on the surface of this arm, only scarlet flesh and bones exuding a faint vapor. The clenched fist was as huge as a mountain, covering the sky and the sun.
As the flesh and blood fist slowly spread out, Brand, who was covered in blood, weakly knelt half in the palm of his hand and cursed:
"You Fu Sheng Hui made a sneak attack again and bullied the minority by bullying them. How shameless!"
"No matter how shameless we are, we will never massacre civilians." Di Xidian said coldly, "And you... you are a truly shameless beast."
As soon as the words fell, the Second Hall, the Third Hall, the West Hall, and the Eighth Hall took action at the same time, like a stream of light from the west rushing into the sky, and the earth-shaking coercion intertwined and rushed towards Brand!
Although Brand was an eighth-level man, he was still unable to fight back under the joint attack of two eighth-level men and two seventh-level men.
His body looked like a kite with its strings broken, and he was flying around in the air. His body formed a formation and was running wildly. He was unable to keep up with the speed at which his body was being destroyed. He was seriously injured and on the verge of death in just three minutes. Six times, he fell to the ground in a panic.
"Like to massacre civilians?"
Bang——!
Lv Liangren pierced his abdomen with one stroke, and the aftermath of the shock almost tore his internal organs apart.
"Want to refine the Philosopher's Stone?"
The abstract face of the Second Hall was drawn from nothingness, and a pair of octagons rolled over him like gears, twisting his bones and space into pieces.
"Do you really think that my Red Dust Realm... is empty?"
The West Hall and the Eighth Hall attacked at the same time, and their two palms pressed down Brand's left and right eyes, and suddenly exerted force!
Bang——!!
Brand's figure was embedded in the ground again.
"Cough cough cough cough..." Brand knelt on the ground, coughing violently, and a large amount of blood clots were spit out every time he coughed, and the scene was shocking.
His mental strength was already on the verge of limit, and he could not support more human body refining...If this continued, he would really die here.
The West Hall walked slowly from the ink ocean. They carried the anger of the Red Dust Realm and also represented the highest combat power of Fu Sheng Hui in this era.
Yang Muquan of the Eighth Hall walked straight up to him, holding Brand's head tightly with his palm flashing with comic special effects...
"Are you ready to die?"
"You... can't kill me," Brand said hoarsely.
"It's already now, and you still think we can't kill you? ? "
"You, can't kill me!" Brand smiled, and he opened his bloody mouth full of broken teeth, and repeated with certainty, "That person can give up anyone... but he won't let me die.
Hearing this, the brows of the West Hall frowned at the same time.
Yang Muquan's eyes were stern, and he was about to crush Brand's head with his hands, when a dazzling light suddenly bloomed in front of his eyes, with a heart-pounding light and heat... like a burning sun.