In Chen's eyes, Luo Tian had no chance of winning against him. He felt this after fighting Luo Tian. He lost the first move against Luo Tian and left a small injury on his body, as if he ignited the explosive barrel that was about to detonate. The lead was burning constantly, and the blood finally increased the power of the life spell to the blue level or above.

Three thousand years ago, Chen Shuang was a monster that crossed the entire third level of heaven and even attacked the sixth level of heaven. Three thousand years later, even the number one genius in the world today was just like this in his eyes.

No matter how fast a genius grows, it is not worth worrying as long as it becomes a dead person. Kill Wufei first and then kill Luo Tian. This is Chen Shuang’s plan.

In his opinion, Luo Tian could not take action again, because no one would seek death at this time, but the mad sword still slashed out a stunning sword energy, and the sword light flashed across the sky and appeared in front of Chen Shuang in an instant.

"I have never seen someone as ridiculous as you. You are really not afraid of death." Chen Shuang turned around and said, his arm turned gray the next moment, and he looked at Luo Tian's sword with a palm. The second sword energy that had not yet been emitted was broken. The next second, Luo Tian flew out, and the long sword held in his hand could hardly be held tightly. Blood gradually flowed out of the tiger's mouth, and he saw blood again.

The dual cultivation of witchcraft and witch body is why Chen Shuang became a three-level monster. He has the powerful bloodline of the ancient witch clan and is a genius himself. The most terrifying thing is that he did not choose a path like the last ancient witch clan, but chose to practice dual cultivation. He suffered hardships that ordinary people could not imagine, but brought him strength that ordinary people could not compare.

The gray body is the second layer of skin formed in his body after years of training. This layer of skin can only be broken by the level of pseudo-immortal artifacts. There are two types of witchcraft he controls. One is the life talisman, which he has used before. The talisman will absorb the vitality of all living beings around him. People with strong cultivation have strong resistance, while people with weak cultivation have weak resistance. Some people will even directly suck all the energy in their bodies by the life talisman and die.

The second type of witchcraft is called the Blood Curse, which is a special talisman that Chen Shuang used very terrible means to imprint it in his body. This talisman will act in the blood in Chen Shuang's body, and the blood will carry this energy throughout his body in the continuous flow, and this blood curse is Chen Shuang's most powerful trump card.

Luo Tian shook off the blood in his hand and walked back to Chen Shuang opposite him, but this time he put away the crazy knife and took out another thing from his mustard ring.

If only a pseudo-immortal weapon could break his defense, then Luo Tian could have a lot of things in his hands that could deal with Chen Shuang. What he took out now was the Wu family's Wanshan White Fan.

The pseudo-immortal artifact, one fan, one peak, two fan, five peaks, three fan and ten peaks. It is said that the ancestor of the Wu family could only achieve three fan when he used all his spiritual power. The one peak here means the weight of a mountain. The power of the three fan of the ancestor of the Wu family is equivalent to the power of ten peaks pressing on the enemy. With Luo Tian’s current strength, he is afraid that he can reach the level of four or even five fans. The power of the five fans can create terrifying pressure that even Luo Tian himself cannot estimate.

Chen Shuang looked at the Wanshan White Fan in Luo Tian's hand. He expected that Luo Tian would not admit defeat so easily. Even if he was only a small servant in the third level of heaven, he would not have no trump cards in his hand, but he obviously did not expect how many trump cards Luo Tian had in his hand.

Wanshan Bai Fan was in his hand, Luo Tian circulated his energy. When he waved the first wave, the incredible power of wind and thunder was brought out from the Wanshan Bai Fan. An invisible mountain peak pressed on Chen Shuang, followed by the second wave. This time it was like the pressure of five peaks. Chen Shuang didn't move at all, and even the two peaks did not feel anything.

Luo Tian took a step forward, and the wind and thunder were running in the sky. Luo Tian roared wildly, the third, fourth, fifth, and not stopped his cultivation level, which allowed him to wave more times. He slapped seven times in a row before he felt a little difficult. At this moment, the weight pressed on Chen Shuang's body had not calculated incorrectly, it should have reached the terrifying level of twenty-six mountains.

At this time, Chen Shuang's skin on the opposite side turned gray and his back was bent, but under the pressure of twenty-six peaks, he had not fallen yet.

What a terrible body this is, what a powerful body refining technique that can create Chen Shuang at this moment.

"Can you continue to fan the fan? Can you continue to increase the weight? This weight is far from enough." He sneered at Luo Tian, ​​and he still had the strength to speak.

But Luo Tian could no longer wave the Wanshan White Fan. At this time, the Wanshan White Fan was so heavy that he could hardly lift it up. However, he also noticed that Chen Shuang's body not only had gray energy, but also a terrifying blood-colored energy, and the blood light seemed to be released from inside his body.

Logically speaking, with Chen Shuang's physical strength, it is impossible for him to stand and talk to Luo Tian anymore, because the blood light emitted from his body gave him the strength to resist the heavy pressure of the twenty-sixth mountain peaks.

Luo Tian put away Wanshan's white fan, and he whispered: "Mo Chen, what is that blood light?"

Mo Chen did not give the answer directly for the first time. He seemed to have no idea of ​​the origin of the blood light. He slowly spoke after a while after checking a lot of information: "It's really hard to check, but if I'm not mistaken, it's the last skill invented by the last ancient witch clan, called the Blood Curse. The record here says that the Blood Curse is a very terrible witchcraft. The prerequisite for using this witchcraft must be to soak a large amount of blood from the same clan. The reason why it is called the Blood Curse is because it is a blood curse. The more blood of the same clan is soaked, the stronger the strength."

"It was said that Chen Shuang killed his fellow tribes in order to gain powerful power, slaughtered an entire branch of the Witch Clan except himself, and even slaughtered everywhere for a while. It seems that he was just to obtain the power of the blood curse. Can you analyze how many fellow tribes he slaughtered?" Luo Tian asked.

Mo Chen observed Chen Shuang in front of him through the rune stone, and stopped talking for a while, but after a while, he spoke: "My magic weapon here needs to be calculated."

"Okay, keep calculating, I have more ways to deal with him." Luo Tian had more than one trump card in his hand.

After the Wanshan White Fan had no effect on Chen Shuang, he took out the second thing from the mustard seed ring, and the other treasure he obtained on Dragon Emperor Mountain, which can also be said to be the most valuable thing among all the treasures on Dragon Emperor Mountain, that is, the transformation pot after refining and evolution.

The transformation pot did not recognize the master, which means that whoever got the transformation pot could use it. The summoned monsters in the alien space would obey the orders. They had just resisted the attack of Wanshan Bai Fan and forcibly resisted the heavy pressure of twenty-six peaks and stood still. Chen Shuang never thought that a human pawn like Luo Tian had such a terrible trump card.

However, it was the person he looked down upon, and at this moment he held a terrible treasure in his hand that he could not imagine.

The transformation pot was placed on the ground by him, and his palm rubbed gently on the transformation pot. Chen Shuang's face changed immediately when he saw the transformation pot. He had never expected that Luo Tian would have such a terrible treasure in his hand. Through the energy transmitted from the transformation pot, he could determine that the pot in front of him should be a powerful immortal weapon. It was not the energy emitted by the pseudo-immortal weapon, but only the one that the immortal weapon could do.

Even when he broke into the sixth level of heaven, he never saw a fairy weapon. This was the first time he saw it. He was full of curiosity and vigilance about the fairy weapon, but at the same time, Chen Shuang also had a little expectation and excitement in his heart. He wanted to see what the fairy weapon looked like, and whether his strength could fight the fairy weapon in three thousand years.

"Is it an immortal weapon?" Chen Shuang asked, "The little guy finally came up with some skills."

Luo Tian sneered: "I hope you won't beg me to let you go in a while."

The moment he finished speaking, the energy penetrated into the transformation pot, and the transformation pot began to operate, and the energy flowed inside the transformation pot. The next moment, the lid of the pot gradually jumped, and the monster hiding in it had the desire to rush out of the transformation pot.
Chapter completed!