Female with Fairy Bell

After several days of recovery, Mo Junzhi had recovered most of his spiritual power, but the wounds in the internal meridians of the flesh had not fully recovered.

But using his Seven Suzaku magic weapon, there is no problem at all.

During this impact, Mo Junzhi did not suffer at all, and was basically in a state of evenly matched power.

"Magic whistle shocking!"

Demon King Jin Yuan's chest swelled, the black armor pieces all over his body made a clattering sound, and he opened his mouth to make a magical howl.

"What devil scream, look at my golden light cover of Buddha and devil."

Mo Junzhi raised his palm, and behind him appeared a golden and black light circle, and a huge Buddha phantom appeared around him, which was hundreds of feet high, and the whole bone chariot was protected in it.

"Buzzing..."

The sound wave of the magic whistle impacted on the golden light cover of the Buddha and the magic, and the surface of the golden and black Buddha statues showed ripples, but they would never be breached.

Half of the face of the Buddha is a vicious golem, and the other half is a smiling Buddha with a benevolent eyebrow.

Buddha and thunder anger, Buddha and demons are often only one step away.

Mo Junzhi's cultivation of Buddha and demons possesses a powerful force in itself.

A series of fierce collisions unfolded, and Mo Junzhi had already rushed forward, and a black and gold long sword appeared in front of him to fight with Jin Yuan Demon King.

After a stick of incense, Mo Junzhi slashed the Demon King Jin Yuan with a single knife, and then retreated to the bone chariot...

"Retreat!" Mo Junzhi drank softly.

Su Zishuang immediately controlled the bone chariot, changing direction and fleeing quickly.

After a long time, the Demon King Jin Yuan's roar like the sky shaking...

...

Mo Junzhi leaned on the bone throne, white clouds drifting. The air is warm and moist. His body was trembling, panting heavily, his expression was painful, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. Orange pupil was not in focus but was jumping with blazing flames.

The piercing pain in his body left his brain blank.

Su Zishuang looked at Mo Junzhi's appearance, she bit her lip, and said nothing.

That heroic face was distorted and hideous. Sweat and heavy gasps contained endless pain.

She asked Mo Junzhi, but Mo Junzhi didn't tell her.

The delicate Su Zishuang noticed that the frequency of its attacks was getting higher and higher.

From once in a few days at the beginning, it is happening every day now. She was full of worries, and Mo Junzhi's body was deteriorating.

She knows why.

Because of the battle, the battle that shocked her soul, she had never seen a monk who was so crazy and obsessed with fighting.

In the process of chasing. Seven battles have broken out.

Seven battles. Every battle. Mo Junzhi both caught up with the two Jindan cultivators of the corpse Yinzong with one enemy three, and attacked Mo Junzhi with Jin Yuan Demon King.

Su Zishuang couldn't understand why Mo Junzhi didn't choose to escape completely at first. It's a constant battle.

Because judging from the current situation, one enemy is three. Mo Junzhi had no chance of winning at all.

But the battle was just as she thought, Mo Junzhi was steadily suppressed, without any chance, embarrassed and dangerous.

Mo Junzhi paid the price of injury again and again and escaped.

Su Zishuang thought that this battle would make Mo Junzhi understand the difference between the strengths of the two sides, but did not expect that after only a period of rest, Mo Junzhi returned to fight back, defeated, wounded, and escaped!

It is stupid to make the same mistake twice.

But, did you make the same mistake seven times?

Su Zishuang couldn't say the two words stupid, no matter how stupid things were, when it was so crazy, so resolute, so indomitable, so desperate.

Therefore, this stupidity, it has a strong pulse, it has a fierce and crazy enthusiasm, it has a jealousy incompatible with this world, it has a paranoid and sharp belief that is as sharp as a knife!

Su Zishuang's soft heart was pierced by this sharp spear-like faith and fighting will.

This person is really a sharp flame...

The gasp gradually ceased, the distorted and hideous face gradually stretched, the trembling and tight body gradually relaxed and stabilized, and the orange pupil without focus gradually returned to focus.

"How long has it been?"

Mo Junzhi's voice showed a trace of fatigue, he completely leaned his body weight on the bone throne, motionless, letting the sweat on his face flow freely.

"Half an hour." Su Zishuang said.

Mo Junzhi said nothing, he was regaining his strength.

In the battles these days, his strength has improved tremendously. In addition to the deepening of his understanding of various spells, another major discovery is the secret of the devil soul in his body.

Back then, his father was Yu Ziyu's father, and his mother was the demon saint. When he was born, a group of ancient demon souls was injected into his body.

As he grew up, the Demon Soul constantly transformed his body. This transformation was uncontrollable, and it also laid the foundation for him to become one of the world's most prestigious youth geniuses.

But now he has made an extremely surprising discovery.

Fighting will sharply increase the frequency with which the Demon Soul transforms the body, and the pain of the Demon Soul transforming the body is constantly increasing, but as long as he can survive it, his body will produce a stream of clear current, submerged into his strange meridian, eight meridians and flesh and blood. During this time, he could feel his body becoming stronger and his realm improving!

He had not entered the Golden Core Realm before, and the secret of the Demon Soul's transformation of the body had never been discovered.

Now that he entered the Golden Core Realm, after fierce battle and consumption, he truly understood the secret of the Demon Soul's transformation of the body.

After half an hour, his physical strength was fully restored.

The wind raised Mo Junzhi's ink hair, and that heroic and evil face made Su Zishuang dazed.

She suddenly asked: "Will we continue to fight next? We have fled these few days, and we are about to enter the Louvre's sphere of influence."

"Just to go to Luofu City near the Louvre Palace, so that we can also take a break, Jin Yuan Demon King and others dare not enter Luofu City." Mo Junzhi said lightly.

The Louvre is one of the top martial arts of the Kunlun School. It is located in the east of the Kunlun Mountains. Of course, the real core gate of the Louvre is said to be on an island in the East China Sea.

Inside the Louvre City is the second mountain gate, which is very important to the Louvre, but the real secrets of the Louvre are hidden inside the Luofu Mountain Gate.

"In about one day, we will be able to enter the Louvre Palace's sphere of influence, and it is estimated that it will take another two days to enter Louvre City." Su Zishuang silently calculated the distance.

Since coming to this world, Su Zishuang has never left the northwestern Kunlun Mountains region. Now he is gradually moving towards the east, and he has seen many different scenery along the way.

The climate is getting hotter and hotter, and all kinds of trees are prospering.

The terrain in the east is mostly hilly, with few mountains and rivers. The scenery is beautiful, which is very different from the sinister terrain in the northwest.

And this kind of terrain also makes it extremely difficult to avoid...

But Mo Junzhi did not evade, but faced the difficulties again and again.

"The Demon King Jin Yuan and others are here again, I will return as soon as I go."

Mo Junzhi, who was originally leaning on the bone throne, stood up suddenly, his dark red robe with wide sleeves swelled in the wind, the leaf-like mark on his forehead glowed with a faint golden light, and a pair of brown pupils were beating strange flames.

Mo Junzhi's slender hand grasped a string of Buddhist beads, and his whole body was shrouded in the light, and he flew to the distance quickly.

At the farthest point, three rays of light rushed over...

"Boom... boom..."

The glow of a series of spells and magic weapons is endless...

In the fierce battle, the stubbornness and ferocity in Mo Junzhi's eyes seemed to be full of wolfishness. Thinking of the situation Mo Junzhi suffered when he was born, Su Zishuang's heart couldn't help but feel a little sour.

Mo Junzhi has been a tragedy since his birth. The death of his parents was not just a persecution by the Kunlun School, but a sorrow in the context of a general environment.

Later, he faced various difficulties, and he never flinched!

It's like a lonely wolf walking in the wilderness. In order to survive, fight for the best!

Such a man is like an iron tower that never collapses. Even if he dies, he will stand and die!

Su Zishuang pressed her lips tightly, looking at Mo Junzhi's bruises, blood splattered, and the dark red robe embroidered with leaves seemed to be soaked in blood...

However, the two Jindan cultivators of the Corpse Yin Sect and Hu Yifan possessed by the Jin Yuan Demon King were unable to repel Mo Junzhi at all, and instead retreated steadily.

Mo Junzhi gave a long laugh. Although his body was covered with scars, his eyes crisscrossed like sharp blades.

"Hu Yifan, Demon King Jin Yuan, after you two are combined, it's nothing more than that, hehe, it's all a bunch of waste!"

Mo Junzhi's mockery directly distorted the face of Demon King Jin Yuan.

Although Demon King Jin Yuan has a deep heart, he can't bear this kind of irony the most, and under the stubborn attack of Mo Junzhi for so many days, a great demon such as Jin Yuan Demon King is inevitably tired. After all, he is not immortal in the legend. The immortal is just a kind of creature.

"Kill him together, use the corpse Yin Demon Array!" Demon King Jin Yuan shouted angrily.

The two Jindan cultivators hesitated.

The corpse yin demon formation is the most famous corpse of the corpse yin sect. Every golden core monk of the corpse yin sect will carry a special corpse with him. This type of corpse is the corpse refinement of the seniors who use this sect. It is very powerful.

When using it, you need to put all your spiritual energy into the corpse, and then use multiple corpses to lay down the formation.

Although this kind of corpse is powerful, it is not afraid of death, and it is invulnerable and acts like wind.

However, it is very dangerous, it is not easy to control, and a little carelessness is the end of backlash.

"Hurry up!" Demon King Jin Yuan urged.

The two Jindan cultivators sighed secretly. No way. Hu Yifan's identity is unusual. He is the grandson of the Supreme Elder of the Dead Yin Sect. They have to obey. Otherwise, they will be punished with the harsh punishment of the Dead Yin Sect. Suffer a terrible punishment.

The strength of the corpse Yin sect and the Kunlun faction are almost the same. They belong to the giants in the magic way. This kind of corpse yin magic formation is so famous and its power can be imagined.