Most scribes fight by remotely controlling painted spirits and infusing spirits. Their physical body is the weakest link, but Wei Changli, who is in the state of combining spirits, has changed everyone's perception of the solidity of scribes.
The mythical beast Qinglong opens its mouth and spits out heavy clouds and mist. This is somewhat similar to Wei Changli's previous attack. The mist blocks the vision and suppresses spiritual consciousness, and then the danger is hidden in the mist.
Although it is a very old routine, it has been tried and tested.
The white tiger suddenly appeared from the clouds and mist, riding the wind as fast as a startled giant.
The white tiger opened its big mouth full of fangs and bit Wei Changli's body, but now Wei Changli had undergone tremendous changes. Seeing the white tiger succeeding, Wei Changli dodged lightly and then punched down.
The scribe's body was weak, and the white tiger was thousands of feet tall. There was a huge gap between the two sides, but Wei Changli's punch directly knocked the white tiger away with the flash of lightning.
The entire cloud and mist suddenly burst into flames, leaving blazing flames wherever the Suzaku's long wings flew by.
Wei Changli opened his mouth and blew. If the long river was upside down, it would be like a vast ocean. The endless water was directly extinguished by flames, and he tried to drag the Suzaku into it.
A hurricane swept through, and Wei Changli responded with the same spell.
After joining the spirits, Wei Changli was able to use all the abilities of the nine painting spirits, which made Cizhao people feel a sense of crisis.
I originally thought that the six realms of disaster would be enough to significantly weaken Wei Changli's strength, but I didn't expect that Wei Changli would actually create such a heaven-defying method.
With one person's power, he defeated his greatest support, the Twenty-Four Constellations Formation.
In close combat, with the Black Dragon's almost indestructible body, and his proficiency in various spells from a distance, Wei Changli had no flaws at all.
Cizhaoren now understands what Boss Qing said. If possible, try not to meet Wei Changli too early. Even if you have to, don't think about luck. This is not a battle that can be won by taking advantage of tricks.
"Baiyang Town Territory!"
"Thousand Thunder Divine Prison!"
On one side, the bright white sun comes with the four spirits. Wei Changli holds the thunder in his hand, and thousands of thunders fall.
Now the battle has reached a point where it will never end. Wei Changli's clothes exploded, revealing black dragon scales, and his bulging muscles showed terrifying power.
He can fight four spirits with his body alone, and he can use his arms to use various techniques.
Everyone can feel the terrifying battle fluctuations coming from this place, and even Yan Ji is a little worried that Wei Changli can be forced to do this.
However, he did not dare to leave easily. The boss of the Baiyang Sect in front of him was a ruthless character who was as difficult to deal with as Cizhao Ren.
"Wei Changli was hit by the Six Realms Disaster Sword. Although he has the upper hand now, if he cannot capture Cizhao Ren as soon as possible, his strength will continue to decline. Aren't you going to help him?" Boss Qing asked.
"I believe Wei Changli, as long as you don't get involved, Cizhao people will definitely lose."
What Yan Ji is most worried about is that the terrifyingly powerful Boss Qing joins forces with Cizhaoren.
"Do you think you can really keep an eye on me?"
Yan Ji did not reply, fearing that Boss Qing would escape, so he used his spiritual power to seal off all the spaces in all directions.
Cizhaoren has tried his best, but he is still retreating steadily. Now the only thing he can do is to delay as much as possible until the Six Worlds disaster cannot be suppressed by his injuries.
And Wei Changli also knew that this was a hidden danger for him. Wave after wave of attacks were like a tidal wave. Each of the twenty-four Yuan Juns was seriously injured and was on the verge of collapse.
"Is this Wei Changli a monster?" Lord Xu Yuan already felt desperate.
Wei Changli's figure elongated and he was sent out with one palm. The white tiger formed by the eight Yuan Lords collapsed directly. The eight people sprayed blood and donated blood. Their lives and deaths were unknown.
The four spirits were killed one by one by Wei Changli who showed off his might, and the Twenty-Four Constellation Formation was finally shattered.
Cizhao Ren is also struggling to hold on. If he hadn't been immortal, he might have died many times.
Just as the two were fighting in a bloody battle, a figure floated over and landed silently behind Wei Changli.
The man pointed out and hit the wound left by the six realms of disaster just now.
A pair of dragon claws were about to scratch Cizhaoren's head, but they stopped abruptly in mid-air.
"Who asked you to interfere in the battle between us?" Cizhaoren was a little angry.
"I know that you were suppressed by him when you were young and wanted revenge, but you admit it, even if you have become the leader of Baiyang Sect, you are still no match for him. So, there is no need to say thank you!" Qing Lao laughed.
Yan Ji looked at Boss Qing and did not allow him to leave even half a step. Boss Qing did not leave Yan Ji's sight, but a second Boss Qing appeared here.
Boss Qing's spiritual power continued to increase the damage caused by the Six Paths of Disaster Curse to Wei Changli. A dragon's head emerged from Wei Changli's shoulder and bit into Boss Qing.
Boss Qing's body drifted backwards, then he grabbed the faucet with one hand and muttered something in his mouth.
The finger of Boss Qing, who made a sneak attack, not only opened the curse of six realms of disaster that had been temporarily sealed, but to Wei Changli's surprise, Boss Qing grabbed it with his big hand, and a shadow mural spirit was pulled out.
Wei Changli has practiced cultivation for more than 800 years and has never seen such a method.
Following the second and third items, Wei Changli, as the best scribe in the world, was now pulled out of the state of combining spirits.
The art of combining spirits is the first secret method of Wenfu Danqingyuan. Now it has been easily broken. Even Lu Daoxuan, the best painter in the world, does not know how to break it.
The painting spirit on the Nine Dragon Wall did not leave after being extracted, but gathered around Wei Changli again.
"Wei Changli, after more than seven hundred years, I still can't defeat you..." Ci Zhaoren was also a little depressed.
"Many people have lost to me."
"But if the two of us join forces, you will definitely lose. Let go of Tilan's seal, and then tell me where Jiang Qian is, and let's say goodbye!" Cizhaoren said.
"I can't do either of the two things you said. What's more, if the dignified head of Wenfu is threatened, wouldn't it make people laugh if word spread about it?" Wei Changli sneered.
"There's no need to try to persuade him. Wei Changli had already prepared for the worst before you came. We'd better fulfill him, otherwise there will be endless troubles."
In Boss Qing's opinion, the biggest threat to both of them is not the Wen family but Wei Changli. As long as he is alive, everyone needs to be wary.
"Cizhao Ren, you go and deal with the others. Leave the battle here to me. I also want to fight the strongest generation master of Wen Mansion."
Seeing that Cizhao Ren was still unwilling, Boss Qing said again
"If you go to look for him now, maybe Jiang Yan is still there. If it's too late, it will be useless even if you rescue the man carrying the basket!"
"Wei Changli will be left to you to deal with, but his body must be handed over to me."
"make a deal."
"What are you two talking to yourselves about?" Wei Changli wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Why do you think I can let you go if you want to leave?"
"I've been waiting for so long, and the two of them are finally here!"
Wei Changli felt a strong sense of weakness, but he still held on and refused to fall.