It seems that it is deliberately adding psychological pressure to Wu Tie and deliberately tormenting Wu Tie psychologically.

Zhu Zixi walked slowly step by step.

He deliberately made his footsteps heavy, and the dull footsteps slowly rang out, hitting Wu Tie's heart one by one.

Wu Tie's body twitched.

My body was torn apart, and my body was as ragged as a bag of rotten meat.

But the essence is still there.

Powerful life energy flows in the bones, and the heat flows in the bone marrow. The new and more vital plasma is constantly growing from the bone marrow and blends into the body bit by bit.

The torn flesh is slowly healing.

There was still a lot of blood attached to his body, but the white egg lying on his chest flashed with glaring light, and the blood in Wu Tie's body continued to flow, and was slowly absorbed by the white egg.

When Zhu Zixi walked two or three hundred meters away, Wu Tie's wounds had been removed and no new blood flowed out.

His bloody and bloody look was extremely terrible, but in fact it was nothing serious.

Zhu Zixi's heavy blow just now only caused extremely heavy damage to Wu Tie's flesh and blood, and the trauma of his muscles and bones was minimal.

Especially Wu Tie's bones, which absorbed so many strange material essences, are a little stronger than Bailiang stainless steel and are very tougher.

Although Zhu Zixi's attack was heavy, he did not think of killing Wu Tie with one move. When this attack was placed on an ordinary person, all the bones in his body must have been shattered, but Wu Tie's bones were hard and tough and did not suffer any damage at all.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Wu Tie clenched the White Tiger with his five fingers.

The mana that had just been consumed, after this period of rest, the heaven and earth energy was constantly absorbed, and a ball of golden light the size of a thumb had been stored between the eyebrows.

It seems that the Yuanshi Sutra also understands that Wu Tie is at the critical moment of life and death. This time, Wu Tie's urgently recovered magic power did not explode into a light spot and merge into his whole body, but was obediently hoarded it in his eyebrows.

The White Tiger Strike was slightly shaking, and a cold and ruthless evil spirit on the battlefield flowed out of the gun, flowing all over his body along Wu Tie's arms.

The crazy roars of countless warriors kept coming from Wu Tie's ears, and the earth-shaking shouts and killing were full of passion, which caused Wu Tie's blood to roll.

All his energy and spirit were concentrated on the White Tiger Strike with his right hand, and Wu Tie was ready for a desperate attack.

Zhu Zixi approached step by step. He looked at Wu Tie calmly, his eyes flashing with blood, staring at the wind and cloud banner hanging on Wu Tie's belt.

"Little animal, you actually dare to kill my disciple... Humph, I must put you in a dilemma... You seem to have many treasures on you, especially this long banner is quite magical, just for Guinian to take it to protect you."

Zhu Zixi smiled very kindly. He was full of murderous aura and could smile so kindly, giving people a strong sense of incongruity.

"This sect has a strong power and countless secret treasures, but it's a lot of killing and killing... My dear girl doesn't like killing and bleeding, and she doesn't like any of those secret treasures. But this long banner should be what she wants."

After laughing a few times, Zhu Zixi's eyes fell on Wu Tie's chest again, and on the Qiankun bag wrapped in metal filaments separated by his heart protection mirror.

"The Fruit of the Three Tribulations in your hands, isn't it? Haha, Jia Zhengfeng's Qiankun Bag... is such a waste."

Zhu Zixi slowly approached step by step, and Wu Tie took a long and deep breath.

Another benefit of the Yuanshi Sutra is fully revealed.

Although it is slow to practice, it means that its breakthrough in the cultivation realm requires strong accumulation and a strong foundation is needed.

But in terms of real cultivation speed and efficiency, the efficiency of the Yuanshi Sutra is really terrible.

It is reflected in Wu Tie that his injuries recovered very quickly, and his mana recovery speed was faster than physical injuries.

Zhu Zixi walked a short distance of less than a hundred meters from several miles away to Wu Tie. Most of the injuries on Wu Tie's body recovered, and the magic power accumulated between his eyebrows had recovered to about 70% of the peak.

Almost every deep breath, the heaven and earth energy you breathe can recover about 10% of your peak mana.

Wu Tie was shocked by the efficiency of the reply of the Yuanshi Jing, but he still acted dead, embedded in the stone pillar like a dead person, holding the White Tiger Strike tightly in his right hand, and his whole body was ready to go.

Suddenly, a golden light broke out between the eyebrows.

Countless golden light spots circling and flying, quickly blending into the wounded parts of Wu Tie's body.

Especially his eyes, Zhu Zixi's previous heavy blow made Wu Tie's capillaries explode almost all of his eyes, and his eyes were red and he couldn't see any scene clearly.

As the golden light merged into it, Wu Tie's swollen and painful eyes became cool, and the blood dissipated quickly, and his eyes returned to his vision.

He clearly watched Zhu Zixi step by step, and looked at the Fengyun Banner staring at the wind and clouds around his waist with his eyes curled up.

Wu Tie gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes.

The invisible force field enveloped the compressed within three meters of the surrounding area. The bones of the body were slightly hot, and the energy and spirit of the body were like a volcano ready to go, just waiting for the moment when it erupted.

A terrifying master at Chonglou Realm.

Wu Tie didn't know if he had any hope of success.

He just kept communicating with the White Tiger Cracked, and the roars of countless warriors turned into thunder in his mind, and even the earth-shaking tiger roars kept ringing.

Thousands of white lights kept flashing in front of Wu Tie's eyes.

Every white light is a white tiger crack, a white tiger crack that is stabbing forward with all its strength.

Every white light is full of infinite murderous intent and infinite mystery. The courage to move forward and fight to the end is constantly piled up in Wu Tie's heart.

He felt the slight trembling of the White Tiger Strike, and felt a brutal force awakening in the White Tiger Strike.

Zhu Zixi is like an apricot blossom in the spring rain, with a wooden stick, wearing wooden clogs, and a little yellow dog, approaching step by step with a faint smile.

Hundred meters, fifty...thirty...ten meters...

A tiger roar came out of Wu Tie's chest, and the mouth of blood that he had accumulated in his chest for a long time exploded into black blood mist and squirted out.

The blood mist turned into a hazy tiger's head and flashed, then exploded.

Wu Tie slapped hard on the stone pillar with both feet and stepped on it. With a huge force of one million kilograms, the entire stone pillar that was more than ten meters thick and nearly a thousand meters high shattered.

Wu Tie held the White Tiger's split tightly in his right hand, and a long roar was roaring, and the White Tiger broke open the air and turned into a tragic, sharp white light, whistling and piercing Zhu Zixi's heart.

"Share your enemies with me..." Wu Tie roared with hiss, and the righteous spirit in his body was perfectly integrated with the evil spirit on the battlefield, and blended into the White Tiger Strike.

The evil spirits are everywhere in the sky, but they are rushing in a dignified manner.

Just like a country of ten thousand chariots, the army was set up with upright troops, the soldiers were like forests, the chariots were like mountains, and the vast army rushed over like mountains and seas.

The moment Wu Tie fired his gun, the blood and energy wrapped around Zhu Zixi suddenly collapsed inward three feet.

That feeling was like an old evil ghost who had been a thousand years old, and suddenly heard a thunder sound.

Even if the thunder is far away, even if the thunder is weak, it is the nemesis of the old evil ghost in nature. You can't help but be frightened, and you can't help but be afraid.

Zhu Zixi, who had a relaxed smile on his face, shivered in his heart.

He suddenly stared at Wu Tie with wide eyes.

Wu Tie's cultivation level was clearly low, but he gave him such a terrible sense of threat.

"Little animal... die!" Zhu Zixi instantly threw away all the little thoughts of torture and treating Wu Tie. He immediately made a decision to make sure Wu Tie died.

He waved his right hand, and a blood light spurted out from his fingertips, transforming into a six-foot blood sword, and slashed at Wu Tie's white light.

Zhu Zixi looked down on Wu Tie very much in this attack. He used the power that could easily kill ordinary masters in the Chonglou realm.

Wu Tie's entire mana burned with a bang, and golden streams of light continued to inject into the White Tiger's crack.

A low tiger roar came from the white tiger split.

Zhu Zixi's blood sword suddenly scattered, and the six-foot blood sword inexplicably broke into eight inches long.

The white tiger crack hit the blood sword hard, and there was a loud bang, and the blood sword exploded into blood mist and filled the surroundings.

Wu Tie's right arm exploded, and the terrifying anti-shock force completely shattered the flesh and blood of his right arm, leaving only a bone with a dark and faint light that was tightly grasping the white tiger crack.

The huge force came, and Wu Tie retreated repeatedly.

With the sound of "puff", a dim white light spurted out from the tip of the White Tiger Spear, tearing open the blood mist beside Zhu Zixi, and almost brushing his cheeks and passing by.

Zhu Zixi was well maintained, just like a beautiful jade cheek, with three fingers wide and one finger deep, and a piece of flesh and blood that was three inches long disappeared.

The wound was as smooth as a mirror, and at first there was no blood oozing out.

After a full breath, Zhu Zixi's face was filled with blood and severe pain suddenly came.

Zhu Zixi wiped his face in disbelief, and a large area of ​​blood stained his palms red, and the severe pain made him scream at the top of his lungs.

He looked at Wu Tie, who was shocked dozens of steps and almost fell to the ground in disbelief, and his body was trembling involuntarily.

In the realm of the life pool, the Supreme Elder of the Changsheng Sect... was actually injured by a younger generation like Wu Tie.

The injury is not serious, but how can Zhu Zixi keep his face?

"Little animal... I'm going to tear you down!"

Zhu Zixi finally became serious. He suddenly realized that Wu Tie in front of him was not the kind of remote wild boy he had seen before, nor was it the ant he could crush to death at will, but a "weird and strange person" who was worthy of his serious treatment!

A large piece of blood mist rose, and the wound on Zhu Zixi's face was wrapped in a thick mass of blood mist.

He pointed his hands forward, and the shiny nails on his ten fingers suddenly popped out more than a foot long.

Ten long nails were like ten short swords. Zhu Zixi was covered in blood mist. He flew towards Wu Tie and rushed over: "Little animal, I have broken you bit by bit..."

Wu Tie's right arm was like a spring of blood. He held the White Tiger Strike tightly and retreated back with embarrassingly.

The attack just now had exhausted all his energy and energy, and his whole body was in severe pain, and he could only lift a little of his strength.

He was no longer able to resist Zhu Zixi, so he could only run away with all his might...
To be continued...