Chapter 109 Formation Slash

A massive red tree of flames suddenly appeared on the ground. The scorching and unrestrained fire attack caused the demonic cultivator to scream in agony, instinctively sensing a deadly threat as he faced the oncoming pillar of light.

"Serpent Shield!"

He hurriedly opened his hand, and a ferocious black snake crawled into his palm, suddenly transforming into a slightly menacing snake-shaped shield. Hua Qianshu's beam of light landed on the shield and mysteriously disappeared.

The serpentine pattern on the shield even changed, and the position of its eyes became more and more profound as it devoured more and more beams of light.

"Sizzle..."

Xu Yuanlang noticed that his spiritual power was rapidly diminishing, so he hurriedly withdrew his magic weapon. As he stopped, a piercing low hum came from the opponent's snake-shaped shield.

"It's actually a rare magical artifact that absorbs spiritual energy! You must be from the Li family!"

Upon seeing the magic artifact, Xu Yuanlang's face revealed a confident expression. Ordinary rogue cultivators and family cultivators could not produce such a magic artifact. Even their Xu family's treasure trove did not have such a first-tier magic artifact. After hearing this, the other party simply stopped hiding it and casually removed the black cloth from his face.

Beneath the black cloth was a very young face, with dark purple hair and narrow, sharp eyes.

"There's no other way. If I don't take out the Serpent Shield, I'm afraid I'll get injured. Oh well, you're all doomed anyway."

My real name is Lee Ji-shin. Aside from a very few members of the Lee family, you are the first person to know my true identity.

Li Zhixin's voice was arrogant, as if it were a great favor, while Xu Yuanlang sneered and asked in return.

"What, you think you've already won?"

Li Zhixin shook his head, his neck making a crisp sound. He didn't answer, but the meaning was self-evident.

Xu Yuanlang's eyes narrowed slightly. The next moment, Li Zhixin's figure vanished instantly. Xu Yuanlang remained calm as a terrifying gust of wind suddenly rushed in from the left.

"boom!"

Xu Yuanlang used a defensive magic weapon to fly out and block in front of him. Then he heard a dull thud as a blood-red whip leg slammed into the magic weapon.

The magical artifact "Thousand Peaks" was even emitting white smoke as it was kicked dozens of feet away.

"Aoki Ryu!"

Xu Yuanlang immediately activated his cultivation technique, and fine, dragon-scale-like scales suddenly grew out of his arms.

Moreover, as his strength increased, scales not only covered his arms, but also spread several inches up his chest.

After circulating his cultivation technique, he felt as if an explosive force was surging within his arms. Before he could fully familiarize himself with the power, a crimson light suddenly shot out from the ground, heading straight for his chest.

"Good, break through!"

Xu Yuanlang felt an endless power surging within him, and he clenched his fist and punched the red light.

"Bang!"

It was as if a storm had erupted on the spot. Xu Yuanzhen, who was closer, felt a tightness in his chest, which aggravated his old injuries, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Are these two even human?"

He stared in horror at the two combatants. Among the demonic cultivators, there were those who devoured qi and blood, specializing in proving their path through force. Li Zhixin might be that type, which he could accept.

After all, it's similar to body cultivation, but Xu Yuanlang is a different story. He knows his cousin very well. He rarely cultivates magic and has never trained his body. He follows the path of nurturing magical artifacts. When did this kid develop such powerful physical strength?

"Go to hell! How could you possibly have such immense power?"

Li Zhixin's height had increased by more than three feet, his skin had turned a bluish-gray like rock, and his hideous veins were visible like earthworms.

What changed even more was his face. He used to be a handsome young man, but now his head was much larger and his features had become much uglier.

After her purple hair grew longer and became loose, a ferocious look in her eyes could be faintly seen through the gaps in her hair.

His aura was now incredibly close to that of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but when he looked at Xu Yuanlang, his eyes revealed a hint of jealousy.

Li Zhixin is a narcissistic person who values ​​his appearance above all else. However, in order to improve his cultivation, he had to switch to the path of demonic body cultivation. Every time he used his true abilities, his appearance would become extremely ugly. The clan leader told him that this was to become stronger, and he accepted it.

"How come you haven't changed at all? Why is this kind of good thing happening to you? Why wasn't it me who encountered this kind of good thing? Why, why..."

Li Zhixin grew increasingly furious, his arms, thicker than a grown man's waist, smashing and banging wildly at his surroundings. In the final moments, he pounded his chest, puffs of hot air escaping from his mouth.

"Maybe I'm a genius!"

Xu Yuanlang gave a self-deprecating laugh, but this answer instantly ignited Li Zhixin's anger. He exerted force with his body, causing a large hole to explode in the ground. He pushed through the air at a terrifying speed and arrived directly in front of Xu Yuanlang.

"I've long heard that there's a type of demonic cultivator who specializes in forging their physical bodies. When they reach the deepest level of cultivation, they will be enveloped in killing intent, and their flesh and blood power will be incomparably strong. They don't need magical artifacts or spells; they can roam the world and shatter the void just by relying on their physical bodies."

In other words, the so-called "not using magical artifacts" probably means being unable to use them, since you look like a mindless beast. But I'm not like you.

As Xu Yuanlang watched Li Zhixin approach, a sudden thought struck him, and a dazzling red bead appeared abruptly.

"Vermilion Bird - A Thousand Trees of Flowers!"

An unprecedentedly dazzling light suddenly descended like a spear, and Li Zhixin was unable to dodge in time and was hit head-on by the beam of light.

"Bang!"

His body was scalded and hissed white steam rose from it. He also let out a shrill scream and hurriedly raised his arm to shield himself.

His skin, which should have been indestructible, was now charred black. At the same time, bursts of scorching power entered his body through the wounds and fought against his magic. His body seemed to have become a battlefield.

The excruciating pain brought him back to his senses slightly, and he stared at the red light with horror in his eyes.

"Are you a weapon cultivator?"

If Xu Yuanlang were a physical cultivator, he could accept Xu Yuanlang's physical strength. After all, they both followed the path of tempering their bodies, just in different ways. It wouldn't be a big deal if they were evenly matched.

However, judging from all his behavior, Xu Yuanlang is likely a weapon cultivator. He has always looked down on weapon cultivators, thinking that they are a bunch of good-for-nothings who rely on external things. If they lose their magical artifacts, they are nothing.

If someone had told him in the past that a cultivator of the same level could have physical strength comparable to his own, he would never have believed it.

"So what if I'm a weapon cultivator? All I need to do is get close..."

He roared, spreading his large, fan-like hand and reaching for Xu Yuanlang's head. The next moment, an even faster white light flashed past.

"White Jade - Blood in the Box!"