A Demon’s Path

As soon as Wang Zhongbo left the range of the tower of gods and demons, his naturally drooping arm suddenly moved, swung a few times like a spirit snake, and recovered as before, Wang Wenhao was dumbfounded!

"Father, this is..." Wang Wenhao was not only surprised by his father's instant recovery from his injuries, but also puzzled by why his father was willing to admit defeat when he could immediately repair his arm and fight.

"Ling Xiao and Yue Xianan want to fight to the death, what are we meddling with?" Wang Zhongbo snorted, "There is still a chance after the Ascension Conference, there is no need to fight to the death with Xihe City this time..."

"That's right. Originally, you planned to think of a way to deliberately lose this battle, but Long Yuxuan's strength allows you to avoid the step of acting, giving you even more reasons to quit directly."

A figure floated in the sky in front of Wang Zhongbo and his party, and said coldly. The man was wearing a silver helmet, making his appearance unclear.

Not only was his face invisible to everyone, but no one even noticed when he appeared here!

"Are you Yue Xianan's running dog?" Wang Zhongbo's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice.

The helmet man snorted and said: "It's just a collaborator. If you didn't reject Yue Xianan, you should be the same as me now. Yue Xianan asked me to kill you directly, but I will still give you one last chance to join us, why? Sample?"

Wang Zhongbo said disdainfully: "I rejected Yue Xianan three times, he was right to let you kill me directly. Because if you don't kill me, I will kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Zhongbo jumped forward and hit the helmeted man with a punch.

"Huh! You're looking for death!" The helmeted man snorted coldly, and also punched Wang Zhongbo's punch.

bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

As soon as the two exchanged hands, others could hardly see their appearances clearly, all they saw were the shadows of fists flying wildly.

Wang Zhongbo's physical strength is very strong, and he doesn't need any magic weapons to kill his opponents. And the gloves of the helmeted man are also extraordinary, and they are not inferior to Wang Zhongbo's fists.

Wang Zhongbo used both hands and feet, and his arms and legs were bent at an astonishing degree, attacking the helmet man's back, chest and lower body from several directions at the same time.

The man in the helmet was not afraid at all, he danced with a pair of iron fists, and the shadows of his fists flew, forming a defensive move like an iron wall.

Wang Zhongbo's fists and feet hit the airtight shadow of the fist, and scattered purple rays of light, which were very gorgeous.

The two were equal, and the battle was very exciting, but Wang Wenhao and the elders of the Dizangmen had no time to watch the battle, because more than a hundred mysterious soul masters appeared from the void and surrounded them, killing them.

These mysterious soul masters are all purple-level, and their overall strength is much stronger than those of Dizangmen.

Faced with a powerful enemy, even if they lose, the people of Dizangmen can only choose to fight to the end.

But they knew that it would be a matter of time before they were killed by these mysterious people, so the elders and elite disciples of the Dizangmen took the initiative to form a formation to protect Wang Wenhao.

"Young sect master, we'll cover you, run away!" A purple-ranked elder of Dizangmen who was over two thousand years old whispered to Wang Wenhao.

Looking at his fellow disciples who were fighting to protect him and his father who was in a hard fight, Wang Wenhao finally understood something.

At the same time, he thought of the situation when he was scolded by his father as a waste, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes: "If I let my classmates protect me, my father will look down on me for the rest of my life! Daddy, Daddy, Hao'er will let you I know, Hao'er is not trash...Yue Xianan, even if I, Wang Wenhao, die today, I will make you pay a considerable price!"

After thinking about it, Wang Wenhao took out a pair of blood-red gloves and put them on his hands. In an instant, Wang Wenhao's entire figure turned blood red, as if his entire body was bleeding!

"Young master!"

"Senior Brother Wang!"

Seeing this red light, the expressions of all the elders and elite disciples of the Dizangmen changed wildly!

Wang Wenhao's name "Blood Shadow Hand" comes from one of his blood shadow skills. This kind of skill uses the blood in the whole body to cooperate with the power of the soul. Once the power is exerted, the palms of the hands will turn blood red.

After cultivating to the realm of great success, not only the palms will turn red, but even the whole body will turn red.

And Wang Wenhao didn't reach the level of mastery at all, he just relied on the pair of red gloves in his hand to completely mobilize his blood, giving birth to extremely violent power.

Everyone in Dizangmen knew the horror of this pair of blood-sucking gloves. If it weren't for the critical situation at this time, Wang Wenhao would definitely not use this pair of blood-sucking gloves.

"Die!" Wang Wenhao's eyes were red, he shouted wildly, and slammed his palms on the ground.

Boom boom boom! Countless blood-red bloody palms flew from the ground to the sky, and smashed on the hundreds of spirit masters.

The soul masters who were imprinted with blood-red palms immediately felt the blood in their bodies become hot, and they couldn't help but swim quickly.

"This kid's palm prints are weird, kill him!" Noticing the strangeness of their bodies, someone immediately thought of killing Wang Wenhao to relieve the uncomfortable blood flow.

"Haha, come on!" Seeing the hundreds of soul masters bypassing the elders and disciples surrounding him, Wang Wenhao laughed wildly, and exploded his body with a bang.

As soon as those soul masters rushed to Wang Wenhao's side, they were sprayed by Wang Wenhao's blood, and the blood in their bodies exploded at once.

Bang, bang, bang... Hundreds of soul masters were covered with large and small blood holes, and blood spurted out from these blood holes like urine, making their bodies riddled with holes.

"Damn it!" These spirit masters screamed again and again, and the elders and elite disciples of the Dizangmen took this opportunity to quickly swing their iron fists and smash them at the spirit masters.

The soul master who was injured by Wang Wenhao's blood explosion dropped greatly, and his movements also became slower.

In the situation where several people besieged one person, in just a few seconds, the elders and disciples of the Dizangmen killed more than 30 soul masters.

Although their overall strength is not as good as these soul masters, they are all elites in the sect. How can they be the kind of targets that can be tortured and killed at will?

The remaining seventy or so soul masters grimly grimaced at the faces that had been blown away by the blood explosion, and looked at the people of Jizomen with bloodshot eyes, and said with awe-inspiring murderous intent, "Go to us!"

Facing the crazy counterattack of these spirit masters, the people of Dizangmen are not to be outdone. These Ksitigarbhamen who focus on physical training have suffered all kinds of hardships, and each of them has a rock-like heart.

Even a young master like Wang Wenhao can kill the enemy with his own body, so why can't they?

"Boom boom boom..." A series of violent self-explosions exploded, and clusters of purple soul power burst into the sky, just like the nuclear bombs of later generations exploded, shaking the entire space with a radius of hundreds of thousands of meters!

Body after body bounced out of the purple light, and those spirit masters who had just rushed forward were blown to death, crippled, and even lost their combat effectiveness even if they were not dead.

The helmet man came out with this group of subordinates. He thought that Wang Zhongbo was settled, but he didn't expect to be killed by Wang Zhongbo's elders and disciples.

"Wang Zhongbo, your son and the elders in the sect are all dead. Is it interesting for you to live by yourself?" Under the stalemate, the helmet man couldn't help but play psychological tactics, trying to distract Wang Zhongbo.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhongbo was not moved by it at all, and laughed wildly: "I and others who practice chain souls, in order to seek strength and longevity, everyone except myself is a passerby, so what is a dead son?"

Hearing what Wang Zhongbo said, the eyes of the helmet man couldn't help flickering. He didn't refute, because he was also the same kind of person as Wang Zhongbo, and he deeply agreed with Wang Zhongbo's words.

It seems that there is no other way but to defeat Wang Zhongbo with strength.

"Shall we make a move now?" Zou Tiezhu, who was hiding in the transforming mech, asked Nangong Yuzhuo in another transforming mech.

As soon as the two sides fought, Zou Tiezhu, Long Yao, Long Fei, Long Wuxing, Long Mo, and Nangong Yuzhuo had already arrived at the sky above the scene, using formations to hide themselves.

These deformed mechas are quite easy to use. In addition to being used on land and in the air, they can also avoid mental power scans and have array protection. They are simply unique.

Previously, Nangong Yuzhuo thought that Wang Wenhao was the enemy who hurt Wu Mei, so he didn't take action because of Long Yao's feelings.

Now that Wang Wenhao died in a way that they couldn't even imagine, Nangong Yuzhuo didn't move yet, which made Zou Tiezhu a little puzzled.

"Tie Zhu, don't worry. The two haven't decided the winner yet. We have rescued Wang Zhongbo now, and he may not appreciate it." Nangong Yuzhuo explained: "This person is extremely ungrateful, if it is not because he still has I'm not willing to save him because of the value."

Zou Tiezhu thought about it for a while, and obeyed Nangong Yuzhuo's order to stand still, and everyone turned their attention to the battle between the two of them again.

The two still fought to the death, no match. The messy fist and foot shadows flew around, involving everything on the ground around them, turning them into flying sand and rocks.

"Who is that helmeted man? How can he be so powerful in boxing?" Nangong Yuzhuo frowned, thinking that this person should be someone they knew.

Wang Zhongbo's physical strength is dominant, and the helmet man can draw with Wang Zhongbo only because of his superb boxing skills, which is not easy.

The idea of ​​wanting to know who this person is is getting stronger and stronger in Nangong Yuzhuo's mind. Subconsciously, Nangong Yuzhuo aimed the muzzle of the deformed mech at the helmeted man.

Everyone thought that it was Nangong Yuzhuo who gave the order, and followed Nangong Yuzhuo to aim the muzzle of the deformed mech flying ship at the helmeted man, ready to trigger fire at any time.

At this moment, Wang Zhongbo and the helmeted man suddenly slammed at each other at the same time, and the figures of the two quickly pulled away.

"Bomb him!" Seeing this opportunity, Nangong Yuzhuo immediately gave an order, and more than a dozen deformed mechas fired at once.

More than a dozen purple cannonballs streaked across the sky with eye-catching rays of light, and flew towards the common target - the helmeted man.

The helmet man had just separated from Wang Zhongbo, and was suddenly locked on by more than a dozen spar cannons, and the eyes through the helmet mask finally showed a trace of panic!