The ghost mandrill, who seemed to be running out of gas, decisively activated the blood-burning secret method regardless of the possible physical danger.
At the moment when his blood started to burn, Ghost Mandrill felt infinite spiritual power coming out of his body. His whole body was refreshed and he was completely different from a moment ago.
"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"
The bodies of the two young men from the Dark Temple turned into two shadows, one black and one white. They kept shuttling and fighting by the river. The two heavy weapons collided fiercely, bursts of metal sounds erupted, and black sparks scattered in all directions. All trees, flowers and plants will be instantly reduced to ashes if touched by flames. The destructive power is staggering.
Under the astonishing effectiveness of the blood-burning secret technique, Demon Mandrill actually gained the upper hand against the powerful Second Pillar Turbid Dragon, forcing the opponent to retreat step by step.
"Young man, is this all you have?" Gui Mandrill opened his mouth, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and said sarcastically, "I'm so disappointed in your father."
"You go to hell!" Hearing the words "Ten Thousand Years Lao Er", Zhuolong's eyes glowed red, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and his whole body was instantly enveloped in a black blazing flame, exuding a heaven-destroying and earth-destroying With a terrifying aura, the giant sword in his hand was thrust forward, hitting the surface of Demon Mandrill's giant blade with lightning speed, and actually knocked his slender body violently away.
"You don't think you are the only one who knows the blood-burning secret technique, do you?"
Zhuolong, who also used the blood-burning secret technique, had a cold voice, as if without any emotion. His face was covered with veins, and the whites of his red eyes were no longer visible, giving people a chilling feeling.
"That's pretty much it." Ghost Mandrill grinned and swung his giant blade to attack again.
Also enjoying the blessing of the blood-burning secret technique, Zhuolong, whose physical strength was at its peak, soon gained the upper hand again. The giant sword in his hand turned into black shadows, slashing horizontally and vertically at the ghost mandrill at a speed that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye. , bombarded him indiscriminately, suppressing him to the left and right, leaving him in a state of embarrassment, and he was almost injured by the sword several times.
"What, am I not a scumbag? Come and teach me a lesson?" Zhuolong's face was filled with the pleasure of tyrannizing his opponent, and he kept shouting, "You can't even beat a scumbag, so who are you?"
"My dear son, your wings are stiff, how dare you be rude to your father?" Ghost Mandrill sneered, quietly stretched out the index and middle fingers of his left hand, and lightly touched the blind spot of Zhuolong's vision.
Suddenly, a mighty black dragon appeared in the sky, with a fierce look in its eyes, fangs and claws, and silently rushed towards the dragon from the left.
Zhuolong, who seemed to be completely unaware, suddenly showed a strange smile, stretched out his left hand and gave the devil the middle finger.
A huge black spiritual dragon suddenly jumped out from the right side and slammed into the black dragon released by the ghost mandrill.
The two giant black dragons were similar in appearance and physique. They were entangled in the air, biting, and wrestling with each other. For a while, they were indistinguishable and evenly matched.
However, the giant sword in Zhuolong's hand still continued unabated, slashing hard on Demon Mandrill's blade, knocking him away and retreating back ten feet before stopping.
"What a coincidence." Zhuolong said with a proud look on his face, "I can do the 'Spirit Devouring Flame Dragon Kill'!"
"when!"
Under the powerful bombardment of Zhuolong, the ghost mandrill's body was like a kite with its string broken, flying straight back far away, hitting the thick trunk of a big tree, and then slowly sliding down.
His heart shuddered, and he felt that the excitement brought by the secret method was fading.
The blood-burning secret technique that was supposed to last for a moment was about to begin to fail after being activated for less than half a moment.
Mandrill realized that his injuries were too serious and his physical strength was severely exhausted, and he could no longer maintain the normal operation of the secret technique.
"boom!"
Naturally, Zhuolong would not be merciful because of his opponent's poor condition. He flashed forward and appeared in front of Demon Mandrill. He stepped hard on his chest with his right foot, with murderous intent in his eyes and the giant sword in his hand raised high: "I know everything you know, and my cultivation level is higher than yours, so why are you fighting with me?"
The mandrill couldn't move, but he didn't give up resistance. The index fingers of his left and right hands were slightly raised at the same time.
The two giant black dragons breathed frantically from their mouths and slammed into the Zhuolong from the left and right sides with overwhelming power.
"Huh?"
For the first time, Zhuolong's face showed a look of surprise. With a tap of his left hand, he also released a huge black dragon with spiritual power. It collided with the giant dragon attacking from the left, and the giant sword held high in the air fiercely collided with it. He slashed to the right and struck the head of the giant dragon coming from the right, but he did not dodge or dodge, relying on his own strength to resist the Demon Mandrill's proud magical skill.
After dozens of breaths, the two giant black dragons on the left finally lost their strength and died together, turning into specks of spiritual dust and dissipating between heaven and earth.
Although there were cracks on the surface of the giant sword in Zhuolong's hand, it was not broken after all. Instead, it killed the giant dragon on the right.
"This is the first time I have seen the 'Spirit Devouring Flame Dragon Kill' that can release two giant dragons at the same time." Zhuolong gasped, with a trace of jealousy in his words, "No wonder the palace master said you are a twelve-pillar talent. First, it’s a pity that no matter how good your talent is, it is nothing but an illusion until it grows up. You lost this battle.”
Ghost Mandrill was stepped on by Zhuolong, but he did not show any sign of cowardice. He just looked at him with a sneer, his eyes full of disdain.
"Do you feel aggrieved?" Zhuolong looked at the mandrill lying at his feet, breathing heavily, showing the attitude of a winner, and sneered, "Do you think I am taking advantage of others' danger?"
The mandrill just looked at him quietly and didn't answer.
"This is where you two, master and disciple, are so stupid. As long as you can achieve your goal, why should you care about the means?" Zhuolong kept talking to himself, "Back then, Li Tianfeng was stronger than my master, but he finally became the third in the Dark Temple. The person who holds the top position is still the master, isn’t it because your old ghost master is too stubborn?”
"My dear son, do you know how you died?" A strange smile suddenly appeared on the silent Ghost Mandrill's face, "It was because he talked too much."
"Do you still want to show your speed?" Zhuolong shook his head and said disapprovingly, "That would be very disappointing to me."
"Who told you that my 'Spirit Devouring Flame Dragon Killer' only has two dragons?"
Before Gui Mandrill finished speaking, Zhuolong suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and his keen sixth sense told him that danger was approaching.
He immediately released his feet and jumped backwards. Almost at the same time, a black dragon appeared directly in front of him, opened its bloody mouth and slammed into his position.
There is actually a third dragon!
Zhuolong's heart was shaken, and he felt that his entire world view had been subverted.
"Spirit Devouring Flame Dragon Kill" is one of the most difficult spiritual skills to practice in the Dark Temple. There are only a few people in the entire Holy Land who know it. Even a veteran Taoist spiritual master like his master, Shen Wei, the master of the third hall of the Dark Temple, can use this skill. Even with top spiritual skills, only one giant dragon can be released.
It was unheard of to release two giant dragons at the same time. Now, Ghost Mandrill actually released a third dragon, which was simply shocking and completely subverted Zhuolong's understanding of this spiritual skill.
He is also a talented person, and he instantly understood Ghost Mandrill's strategy. If there were three dragons attacking together before, and he knew that he was unable to defeat him, he would definitely choose to retreat. Once he evaded this move, Ghost Mandrill would be unable to fight again and could only let it go. He slaughters.
Therefore, Ghost Mandrill, who also understood this, actually used two giant dragons as bait first, attracting the arrogant Zhuolong to attack him head-on. When he thought he had withstood this move and had a chance to win, he relaxed his vigilance. , and then let the third giant dragon launch a sneak attack, which was actually going to kill him.
What kind of fighting consciousness is this!
"Gui Mandrill may not be the one with the highest cultivation level among the twelve pillars, but if any one of you fights for his life, he will probably be the one who survives in the end."
Zhuolong suddenly recalled in his mind what the Lord of the Dark Temple had said about Mandrill.
"drink!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Zhuolong's concentration reached its peak, and every cell in his body began to scream and explode. With the blessing of the blood-burning secret method, his figure turned into a white and red light in the air, moving backward. Fly away.
In just a short moment, his speed was as fast as that of the spiritual dragon.
Escaped!
After all, I won!
Zhuolong's brain was running rapidly, and he instantly judged that at this speed, he could barely avoid the dragon's blow. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his eyes to look at the ghost mandrill lying on the ground in the distance, with a flash of light on his face. Get color.
The two people's eyes met, and he was surprised to find that Demon Mandrill actually smiled.
On his face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood, the raised red blood streaks were no longer as obvious as they were at first. They became faintly visible. The corners of his blood-stained mouth were raised sharply, revealing two rows of shining white teeth. He should have been a A bright smile, but it looks a little weird for some reason.
Then, the seemingly castrated black dragon suddenly raised its head, its eyes gleaming fiercely, and its thick body jumped forward, slamming into the Zhuolong's chest.
He actually practiced to look up like a dragon!
This was Zhuolong's last thought before his death.
With a shrill wail, the second-ranked genius among the twelve pillars of the Dark Temple was devoured by the black dragon, burned to ashes, and turned into charred black bones on the ground. Even the body could not be preserved.
Come down.
"You are unlucky." Ghost Mandrill struggled to stand up, looked at the bones scattered on the ground, and licked his lips, "I just realized this third dragon in the dungeon two days ago.
"
With his blood burning, he felt unbearably thirsty. He held on to his tired body, staggered to the river, immersed his head in the water again, and drank heavily.
The river water, warmed by the sun, mixed with sediment, poured into his mouth, moisturizing his dry and cracked throat.
After drinking so much, Ghost Mandrill put his hands on the ground and was about to stand up. Suddenly he felt weak all over his body, and indescribable severe pains were transmitted from his limbs to his brain. For a moment, he felt dizzy and had vision problems.
Venus.
Damn it, it’s secret time!
He was startled, and when he tried to struggle to get up, his body was so limp that he couldn't even exert any strength.
His head was still immersed in the water. In such a top-heavy posture, he fell into the water with a "plop" without any suspense.
After fighting You Wuyang, he was brutally beaten and captured by the Taoist Spirit Lord, and suffered from the soul-eating coral in the dungeon. He finally escaped, but was intercepted by Zhuolong, and had to use the secret method again within just a few days.
Mandrill's physical condition can no longer be described as "exhausted".
Anyone else who had gone through this ordeal would have died long ago.
At this time, he was not as powerful as an ordinary person. He could only watch as the river water submerged his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his vision gradually became blurred.
I even killed You Wuyang and Zhuo Long, and ended up drowning in the river!
God has such a sense of humor!
This was his last thought before losing consciousness.