Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Hmph... My law thread is not so easy to dodge!"

Zhao Nu looked fierce, and dozens of threads of laws spurted out from his fingertips. At that moment, the space around Jing Yu seemed to freeze. Dozens of threads surrounded him from all directions and quickly gathered together, leaving Jing Yu no room to dodge!

"Ok?"

At this moment, Jing Yu immediately escaped into the void, intending to avoid the net that was woven around him.

However, he discovered that these threads of law were not affected at all by the separation between the void and the real world. They still crossed the boundary and bound up everything around him.

"The power of the laws is truly miraculous. In the struggles above the Divine Transformation Realm, the boundary between the aethereal and the mortal world has become extremely blurred. Traveling through the aethereal can only be used to speed along and escape. It's meaningless in a life-or-death struggle like this."

Even though he was wrapped in layers of threads of laws that were powerful enough to cut gold and jade and split the soul and break the spirit, Jing Yu did not show any panic on his face. Instead, he calmly analyzed the gains and losses of the previous confrontation in a split second.

But Zhao Nu had no intention of being polite. He suddenly clenched his fists and said, "Die!"

In an instant, dozens of threads of law shone brightly, their sharp aura surged, and they suddenly cut inwards!

The silk thread was deeply embedded in Jing Yu's flesh and even bones, making a sharp "crunching" sound that made one's teeth ache, as if it was going to completely dismember him in the next moment.

"Ok?"

Zhao Nu frowned: "I haven't seen him for two hundred years. How come his body has become so strong..."

He clearly remembered the battle at the gate of the Nether Corpse Sect two hundred years ago. He had chopped off the head of the gray-robed boy in front of him with just a single thread! It hadn't taken any effort at all!

How could he know that in the past two hundred years, Jing Yu relied on the [Universe Sand] that could be found everywhere in the void, swallowing and digesting it almost non-stop, and the chalcedony realm of Ku Du's treasure body had already been completely consolidated.

Although there is still a long way to go before reaching the second level of the Jadeite Realm, the toughness of the physical body is more than 30% tougher than when it first entered the Jadeite Realm!

"Crack me!"

Zhao Nu increased his spiritual power, and the threads of law became sharper and sharper. Finally... under Zhao Nu's full strength, Jing Yu was completely cut into dozens of pieces by the sharp threads, and it seemed that he was deader than dead.

"Even a Spiritual Transformation Body Refiner, after receiving such a fatal injury that shatters the physical body into pieces, would..."

Zhao Nu's mind was still undecided, but his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needle tips.

Suddenly, a thick blood essence as thick as pulp and with a brilliant jade-like luster burst out from between the scattered pieces of flesh and blood. It rapidly flowed back and gathered together as if it had life. The flesh and blood grew and intertwined madly, and the bones were spliced ​​and reorganized. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into the appearance of Jing Yu again!

Jing Yu stretched his newly reattached neck, which was still tinged with a faint jade color, and sneered:

"Fellow Daoist, the ten breaths of time have already passed. Isn't it time for you to fulfill your promise?"

"This is impossible……"

Zhao Nu gritted his teeth, "What kind of body-refining technique is this? How can someone at the Spiritualization level reach the realm of [Blood Rebirth]... This is clearly a magical skill that only a few Cave Heaven cultivators and most Mahayana cultivators can achieve."

Jing Yu shook his head. "My body-building technique isn't anything special. It just allows me to withstand blows and kills... Why do you think I'm the one holding you back?"

"I can't beat you, but you can't kill me anytime soon!"

Zhao Nu felt uneasy. He was worried about Ying Ba's safety in the outside world, and he couldn't help but become anxious:

"Restoring your Dharma body requires a huge amount of energy and blood. I want to see how many times your energy and blood can last you!"

Jing Yu naturally couldn't allow Zhao Nu to cut and torture her body so wantonly.

Even though the [Jade Marrow] is extraordinary and can provide an endless supply of essence and blood to connect to his body, the thread of law is tightening into his body and soul, causing him to feel severe pain as if it is being torn apart inch by inch. How could he just sit there and wait for death?

So Jing Yu put his fingers together as a knife and slashed the palm of his other hand. The palm instantly started bleeding and a large amount of blood flowed out.

The spilled blood did not fall to the ground, but gathered wildly in the air, rolling and boiling, making bursts of heart-pounding hissing!

Blood shot up into the sky, illuminating the surroundings with a crimson glow. Then, a real blood dragon, about tens of feet long, with hideous scales and lifelike armor, suddenly took shape.

[Nine Transformations Blood Dragon Curse]!

This curse is an ancient body-refining magical power that Jing Yu obtained in the forbidden area of ​​the Dragon Palace in the inner sea [Qianlong Yuandi], and it is extremely mysterious.

Over the past two hundred years, relying on the astonishing recovery ability brought by his precious body of hardship and the fate of [longevity], he has spared no expense in squandering his blood and energy to practice hard day and night, and in just two hundred years, he has managed to push this curse to the level of [Second Transformation].

The blood-red dragon in front of him had ferocious eyes and dragon might as solid as substance. He actually had already reached the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm!

It should be noted that this spell uses one's own essence and blood as a guide to condense a blood dragon to fight the enemy. The combat power of the blood dragon is actually closely related to the caster's body refining realm and the purity of his essence and blood.

Generally speaking, only a pure-blooded True Dragon who is extremely talented in body refining in the True Dragon clan can cultivate this spell to the [Second Turn] level when he is in the body refining stage of the initial stage of Spirit Transformation.

At this moment, Jing Yu also accomplished this feat by relying on the extremely high status of the Ku Du Sutra, his own bloodline power which is purer than that of a pure-blooded dragon, and a large amount of blood essence training that is free of charge.

"Even if we add a small snake dragon in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation..." Zhao Nu's eyes flashed with murderous intent:

"That's not enough!"

"more than!"

Jing Yu flipped his hand and found a small pocket-sized pot with a dark color in his hand.

【Small Demon Refining Pot】!

The lid of the pot opened, and a strange-looking monster jumped out from it.

This ferocious beast had a ferocious tiger head, but its forehead was covered with a layer of dense scales, and a sharp horn like a dragon protruded from the center of the scales.

It carries a thick tortoise shell on its back, and on both sides of the tortoise shell are a pair of white wings.

The tail is made up of nine furry white fox tails, which looks weird.

When this ferocious creature saw Zhao Nu, it roared at him non-stop, its aura and spiritual pressure rising steadily, and it actually had the powerful aura of a mid-stage Spirit Transformation!

This thing was created by Jing Yu by taking the flesh and blood of the Tiger, Crane, Fox, and Turtle demon kings of the Celestial Demon Clan, as well as the essence and blood of several dragon kings of the Inner Sea Dragon Palace, and fusing and refining them with countless demon corpses. It was his most successful demon creation in the past two hundred years.

He named it [Fusion Monster].

This creature is not a living being and has no soul. It acts entirely on the instincts of its body. Jing Yu can only control it with his divine consciousness, making it almost a puppet.

But Jing Yu naturally did not have the luxury of controlling the beast at this moment.

Then he suddenly shouted:

"Little Pot!"

"Hey, Master..."

The pale-faced scholar, with smoke billowing from his lower body, flew out from the mouth of the pot. He understood what the monster meant and quickly hid behind its head.

It’s the [Immortal in the Pot]!