Chapter 896

The big man moved so fast that the other monks had no time to react. He had fallen into the field.

"Zhan Zhenhai, come back." a female nun shouted.

But the big man didn't hear it.

Ji Tianpeng suddenly burst into white light. His aura surged out and followed him into the field.

"Ji Lao, you."

The big man didn't want Ji Tianpeng to play, but he didn't think he could stop the old man from appearing.

"Zhan Xiaoyou, I heard about you from Luo Xianzi yesterday. You can get the top 300 in the whole human cultivation competition. It shows that you have amazing talent. If you encounter an accident here, I can't afford it." Ji Tianpeng said.

If the dark devil knows that the big man is the leader of the young generation of the Terran, he will try his best to kill.

Any human genius will become a great enemy of the underworld in the future.

The best way is to strangle in the cradle.

The same is true of Terran friars. Potential demons will become the primary target of attack, and even send assassins to assassinate.

Therefore, Ji Tianpeng didn't want the skeleton devil to know about Zhan Zhenhai's identity and chose to transmit the sound.

"Ji Lao, entering the reincarnation road is the origin of training. Opportunities can be met but not sought. The feeling is the most profound only in the battle. The younger generation would rather die than be a shrinking turtle." Zhan Zhenhai immediately returned with a voice, determined.

"It's best for you to think so. I've been trapped in reincarnation for hundreds of years. I don't know the external situation. If you can have such a mind, I'm sure the young people entering reincarnation this time won't be bad. The future of the Terran can be expected. I'm satisfied. Go back. This war has nothing to do with you." Ji Tianpeng's mind has been determined, and the last voice is beyond doubt.

Zhan Zhenhai is unwilling, but seeing Ji Tianpeng's decision, it's not easy to continue to argue. After all, the latter is an elder.

Zhan Zhenhai turned and was about to return when a hoarse voice came.

"Ji Lao, since you come down, we will fight with you."

The voice fell, the wind was strong, and the demon spirit rose into the sky. The dead bone demon disappeared from the wooden platform raised by ten demons.

Blinking usually occurs in the field.

Ji Tianpeng's old eyes narrowed and he was about to speak. A withered hand came across him, anxious and fast.

Bang!

A dull noise.

Ji Tianpeng raised his hand to resist and hit his arm with great force. He retreated more than ten meters, leaving a deep gully on the ground.

If the blow was outside the samsara Road, it would be enough to collapse a mountain.

The palm power is greatly weakened here, but it is still heavy and powerful.

The skeleton devil came out and completely disrupted Ji Tianpeng's plan to protect Zhan Zhenhai.

Black Liao licked the blood on his mouth. Just now, the smell of blood still left his mind. It stimulated a strong desire to eat.

The taste of monk's flesh and soul is always so sweet and refreshing.

"Hey hey, the best food for all the people in the spirit world is the human friar." heiliao looked at Zhan Zhenhai as if looking at a delicious dish and said darkly.

Suffering from being unable to fight, Zhan Zhenhai raised his lips slightly and burst out a strong color of excitement in his eyes.

As soon as the skeleton devil made a move, he made Ji Tianpeng unable to distract himself from taking care of Zhan Zhenhai. His old eyes were full of anxiety.

Although Zhan Zhenhai is a genius, he is young after all, and his accomplishments are only in the middle of refining emptiness. How can he be his opponent in the face of an advanced demon king like black Liao.

Ji Tianpeng thinks that he is not sure about the black tusk, let alone Zhan Zhenhai.

"Zhan Xiaoyou, go back quickly. I'll block you here."

Ji Tianpeng quickly spread the sound.

However, Zhan Zhenhai didn't seem to hear it. His whole body was full of aura. His burly body burst out. His upper clothes were torn by the bulging muscles, broken into pieces of cloth and scattered on the ground.

The monks in the stronghold looked unbelievably at Zhan Zhenhai, whose spirit body had changed in the field.

"Unicorn blood?"

Someone exclaimed.

Luo Xianzi stared. "Has Qingyang refined medicine cracked the gene code of the ancient divine beast Qilin Lingzi? Has Qilin refined blood been developed?"

Two hundred years ago, when Luo Xianzi entered the path of reincarnation on behalf of Qingyang drug refining, Qingyang drug refining just started the project to crack the divine beast Lingzi gene. At that time, the project planning time was 300 years.

Lingzi gene is the most important cultivation technology in the era of great cultivation. Once a breakthrough is made, the cultivation progress of body cultivation friars will be greatly shortened and the upper limit will be infinitely enlarged.

Let the body training friars get rid of the defects of slow cultivation, high resource demand and lack of strength in the later stage.

The essence and blood of ancient divine beasts have long been lost. The rest are left over from tens of thousands of years ago. The number is very small. Only a few drops of ancient families survive.

If we can use the cultivation technology to directly produce all kinds of divine animal blood essence, the strength of the whole human friar will have a qualitative leap.

When the high body refining friars can appear on a large scale, the situation of the dark devil crushing the friars on the body will be a thing of the past.

Cultivating body friars in the empty period. You can kill fit friars in close combat.

Luo Xianzi looked at Zhan Zhenhai in shock. He was only in his thirties and had such accomplishments. If he were in her era, the whole human domain would be enough to rank in the top 50.

Why is the final ranking of the Xiuzhen competition only 295?

That's not right.

Under Luo Xianzi's astonished gaze, Zhan Zhenhai's burly figure grew again.

Compared with human cultivation, most of the ghost demons are half a meter higher, which is comparable to meat shield armor.

Black tusks belong to the tall type of Warcraft in the dark devil.

At this time, Zhan Zhenhai and heiliao stood together, but they were not short at all. Although they were still a head short, they were the same in width and thickness.

"It's a lot of meat. Now you can have a meal." black Liao stretched out his long tongue and licked the tusks exposed outside his mouth.

Zhan Zhenhai's eyes were solemn and he was too lazy to talk. His burly body was not ready. The man had rushed out and threw his fist at the black Liao's face door.

Melee.

The devil's favorite.

In their eyes, Renxiu is a group of women who don't have enough to eat.

The black Tusk's huge black claws covered with black hair quickly grabbed Zhan Zhenhai who came from the impact.

Bang.

A dull crash.

Eh?

The picture that black Liao expected to easily repel his opponent did not appear.

Zhan Zhenhai and heiliao fought each other, and they were even.

The friars in the stronghold were surprised to see Zhan Zhenhai. Unexpectedly, someone could fight with the dark devil in close combat, and they had not been beaten back.

"Drink."

Zhan Zhenhai suddenly shouted.

Fight with the black Tusk and force the fist again.

The brilliance flashed on the giant fist.

Boom.

The black tusk flew backwards like a shell and stopped until he hit more than ten giant trees.

"Dare to shade me." after eating the shriveled black tusk, he spat fiercely, stepped fiercely under his feet, turned into a black awn and shot out.

Zhan Zhenhai's fist was hard, and then he was unharmed.

The giant black tusk claws clenched into fists and blasted at Zhan Zhenhai like shells.

"Stay away." Luo Xianzi exclaimed, standing on the log wall of the stronghold.

The power of one punch of the high dark devil is enough to destroy the stars.

It's enough to collapse a mountain on the road of reincarnation.

The Friar's fragile body can't bear it. If he gets a punch, he will be blown into meat and mud, and the best result will be broken down.

Zhan Zhenhai not only didn't hide, but also hit him.

Black Liao's fist focused on Zhan Zhenhai's left arm, and the latter punched black Liao on the chest.

The two sides collided at great speed and flew backwards in an instant.

Deep gullies are left in both directions. They fly backwards more than 100 meters away. Broken trees and stumps are scattered within two meters along the straight line.

Black Liao touched the corners of his mouth, and a trace of black liquid flowed out along the corners of his mouth.

On the other side, Zhan Zhenhai's left arm was deformed and fractured.

The monks in the stronghold were suddenly cool, and the two sides had the upper hand in the fight.

"It's enough to be proud that people have reached your level of body repair. In order to express their respect for you, the next punch will use all his strength." heiliao said as he walked back to the field.

In his opinion, the man in front of him is no different from the dead.

"So much nonsense." Zhan Zhenhai frowned, his left arm hung to one side, moved his right hand, and went up to work.

Black Liao was surprised in his eyes. He didn't expect this man to be so brave. He broke an arm, which didn't affect his fighting spirit. He rushed up and hit it, as if the broken arm wasn't his.

Bang Bang

A dull noise echoed through the woodland.

In an instant, dozens of punches were fired between the two.

Zhan Zhenhai dragged his broken arm and didn't defend at all. He bombarded black Liao.

Boom!

Black Liao smashed Zhan Zhenhai into the ground with a fist. The latter was covered with scars, I don't know how many bones were broken, and the flesh and blood of his right fist were blurred and white bones could be seen.

The monks in the stronghold saw it shocking.

They have never seen such a battle before. Friars also fight with the dark devil. Most of them are to open a distance, use magic weapons to compete with them, detour, look for opportunities, and then give the dark devil a fatal blow.

How could Zhan Zhenhai fight against him like this.

Even the body refining friars can't bear it. At least they use a good weapon to make up for the lack of physical strength.

Zhan Zhenhai was strong enough, but after this fight, the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. There were many fractures all over his body, one arm was broken, and the other hand was almost scrapped.

The black tusk was covered with long hair. It was hard to see what kind of injury he had suffered. At least on the surface, it was mostly skin trauma.

But Zhan Zhenhai's fighting power is terrible enough to hurt a high dark devil.

Zhan Zhenhai struggled to get up and fell to his knees on one leg.

Black Liao looked down at Zhan Zhenhai, who was dying, grabbed the latter's hair and said with a contemptuous smile, "you people are a low race after all. The weak chicken is very weak. Without beating, we thought we could move our muscles and bones. Before we move, you lie down. It's boring, but your Yuanshen must taste good, ha ha ha."

When black Liao laughed, he grabbed Zhan Zhenhai tianlinggai with his giant claw, and the black magic Qi hovered in the palm, which was to take out Zhan Zhenhai's yuan soul directly.

The monks in the stronghold were silent and looked at the scene sadly.

Some friars can't watch anymore and rush out of the stronghold to save people.

Just after jumping out of the stronghold, several dark demons rushed to intercept. The two sides fought together. Where will they succeed.

Pop!

The giant claw that black Liao grabbed didn't fall on the Haitian spirit cover of Zhan town. The latter punched out and hit the giant claw.

Zhan Zhenhai exudes dark green brilliance.

Eh?

The black tusk gave a light sigh.

Zhan Zhenhai hit this punch with his left hand.

Broken, still working?

Luo Xianzi's eyes suddenly widened and stared at Zhan Zhenhai with an unbelievable expression.

Now.

Zhan Zhenhai also showed a layer of dark green scales, and the wounds healed rapidly with the naked eye.

"Unicorn armor."

Luo Xianzi lost her voice.