Transmigration begins with archery training

It just so happened at the very last moment.

"Hongze Camp!"

"Great Snow Dragon Rider!"

"To lend a helping hand—"

Riding his black steed, Wang Zhi led the last soldiers of the Hongze Camp, maintaining the formation of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry Heavenly Gate Formation, and charged up to the summit of Langjuxu Mountain in the Yinshan Mountains.

In the formation.

The position of the dragon's head.

He returned to wearing the white robe.

Wisps of white mystic energy adorned the white-robed figure.

The Heavenly Book Formation blesses everyone within it.

Although few in number, they do indeed exist.

Not to mention the white robe, which represents the dragon's head and is the core of their formation!

"boom--"

Under the blessing of profound energy.

The true dragon formed from the Liquan Spear was covered with an additional layer of frost, and the true energy it unleashed at this moment finally faintly surpassed that of the white bone dagger in the red meteor.

A picture was reflected in the eyes of the high priest of the witch god religion.

The true dragon devoured the shooting star.

Then it rapidly magnified in his eyes until it blocked out his entire field of vision and the entire sky.

……

Youzhou.

After the ancient demon cultivator Wenji personally took action.

Lü Ji and his men were unable to advance even half a step.

The altar is right there, within arm's reach!

So close, yet it feels like we're worlds apart!

"boom--"

After yet another battle of wits.

Lu Ji crashed down again, bloodstains on the corner of his mouth. He knelt on one knee and did not get up for a long time. With each breath, thick blood mist spewed from his mouth and nose. Even his right hand, which was holding the halberd, trembled uncontrollably.

"boom--"

Pei Tiannan and Fan Hailing.

He was also severely injured and collapsed under the siege of several martial saints and cultivators.

"Cough cough cough-"

Fan Hailing lay on the ground, desperately trying to pick up the fallen Mo Dao in front of him. With each movement, he would spit out a mouthful of blood. Just as he was about to touch the weapon, a barbarian martial saint kicked him away, as if he were playing football.

Pei Tiannan, covered in wounds, leaned against a tree trunk, completely unable to fight back.

In front of him.

Two barbarian warriors arrived, wielding swords.

"Ho ho..."

The third senior brother, Nie Yuan, had several arrows stuck in his chest and was on the verge of death.

"The third one!"

See this.

Lü Ji suddenly mustered a breath and got up to save his junior brother.

"Om-"

At this time.

A beam of red light swept in.

They defeated Lü Ji again.

midair.

The demon cultivator Wenji retracted his flying sword, his eyes cold: "You'd better worry about yourself first."

he said.

The flying sword in front of him split into two, then four, then eight, with a total of eight beams of red light slowly unfolding and pointing towards the shattered mountains on the ground.

"magician!"

Looking at his junior brother who was about to be killed, as well as Pei Tiannan and Fan Hailing covered in wounds and the corpses of the Northern Liang army scattered on the ground, Lu Ji felt waves of resentment welling up in his heart.

He can feel it.

These so-called monks despise themselves.

It was as if everyone else was nothing more than ants in their eyes.

Just because...

They are stronger!

this world.

It's always like this!

Only the strong can look down upon the masses.

The weak will always have to grovel and submit!

My thoughts raced through my mind.

When Lü Ji looked up again, his eyes were bloodshot.

Then him.

You'll become even stronger!

A purple mist descended.

A parchment scroll appeared before him.

"Elder brother..."

When the third senior brother, Nie Yuan, saw this scene, he wanted to stop it, but he had already lost all his strength.

All that could be seen was the parchment scroll.

Faint sounds could be heard coming from inside.

But no one could hear it clearly.

Lü Ji, on the other hand, made a certain decision.

then.

A dark purple aura began to rise from his body.

The ancient demon cultivator Wenji naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch; he had already made his move the moment the other party cast his spell.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The dark purple aura rose steadily, slowly lifting Lü Ji's body into the air.

A shrine appeared before him.

The shrine vanished.

It transformed into wisps of purple energy that flowed into his body through his celestial spirit.

When Lü Ji opened his eyes again, he was like a god or a demon. He slowly spoke, his voice sounding as if two people were superimposed: "You little ancient demon cultivator, upon seeing me, why don't you bow down?!"

"What courage!"

Wenji frowned, his expression turning serious: "You dare to borrow money from these evil gods? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to repay it?"

"If you don't bow, you'll lose your life!"

Black-purple flames ignited on Lü Ji's halberd, and the fragments of the incense burner transformed into clusters of purple fire, crashing down upon the overwhelming flying swords as his divine power erupted.

The conjured flying swords shattered one after another, and the original flying sword also lost control and became embedded in a tree trunk.

It was clear that there was no time to dodge.

Wenji summoned a black magical shield.

"boom--"

Amidst a deafening roar.

The shield blocked the halberd, but it couldn't stop the clusters of purple flames. Wenji had to cast another spell to create a barrier in front of him, but it was only a drop in the ocean.

After blocking the first few purple flames, it shattered, and four flames crashed down on him.

The ancient demon cultivator was embedded in the earth.

Lü Ji did not pursue him, but instead took to the air and headed straight for the altar.

Time is running out!

The blood sacrifice formation had long since reached its final stage.

How long is left?

Half a cup of tea?

Ten breaths?

Or perhaps a few breaths?

Lü Ji simply flew towards the altar at full speed.

"Stop him!"

"He's just one breath away from escaping; don't let him let a single person go!"

"Cough cough..."

Wenji did not get up, but instead coughed up blood while lying on the ground casting a spell, spreading out a pair of magical wings to pursue.

The other cultivators and martial saints also did their best to catch up.

In Lü Ji's blurred vision.

The Luotian Mountains ahead were almost completely shrouded in blood mist, leaving only a last crack for survival.

It was clear that Wenji and the others were about to catch up.

He simply threw out the halberd, which was shrouded in purple mist, and it transformed into a dragon-elephant demon beast that pounced on the altar, followed by all the fragments of incense burners. He himself went to stop the ancient demon cultivator with his bare hands.

I saw.

On the altar.

The auxiliary array core began operating at overload, and the spirit stones and evil stones embedded within, along with the vajra pestle containing essence blood, were being consumed at an incredible rate until the dragon-elephant demonic beast descended carrying purple flames.

"Rumble--"

The altar collapsed, and the auxiliary array core cracked.

After the vital energy center was damaged.

just see.

Liangzhou direction.

between heaven and earth.

Amidst the thick blood mist, a crack slowly opened.

The sky and earth meet at the same line!

A glimmer of hope!

"Master!"

Lü Ji wanted to escape and head to Liangzhou.

However, this gate of life, which had been opened with great difficulty and at a huge cost, only lasted for less than two breaths before it began to close rapidly again as it was swallowed by the blood mist.

"what--"

Lü Ji roared in frustration.

He lost?

"Ha ha ha ha--"

On the contrary.

Upon seeing this scene, the wounded ancient demon cultivator Wenji burst into laughter.