Chapter 207: Impact on the Fighting Saint

Zaid rested for a moment and suddenly felt a violent aura approaching rapidly from a distance. He quickly looked up and saw a giant tiger roaring towards him in mid-air with three pairs of wings. He thought in his heart: "Could it be that Amana The bastard has also arrived in Kander Continent?" He quickly shouted: "Brother Tai, stay!"

It was Brother Tai who flew over in the air. When he heard the cry of the Holy Magister, he retracted his wings and landed in the valley. He looked at the Holy Magister cautiously and said in a loud voice: "Who are you?"

Zaid wanted to burst into tears. Although he could not say that he had gone through life and death with this six-winged golden beast, he had experienced many dangers together. Who would have expected that when they met again, this bastard didn't even recognize him!

The Holy Mage of the Undead suddenly felt that his sense of existence was drastically reduced: "Could it be that in this guy's heart, I am just an insignificant passerby?"

Brother Tai carefully looked at Zaid's face, and suddenly realized it. He pointed at the Holy Mage of the Dead and said excitedly: "You are the one...ah, what is your name?"

Zaid was poured cold water on him and he was happy for a long time, but the tiger still couldn't remember his name, and the only sense of existence he had was gone.

Little did he know that in Brother Tai's confused mind, not only Zaid and other strong men were passers-by, but even Manzi was just a walk-on. If it weren't for Xiao Hei's sake, Zhang Aman would also be a passer-by. Just armor. Only Brother Tai, who is as great as me, is the eternal protagonist of the story, so the existence of the Holy Magister of the Dead is not that important in Tiger's heart.

"My name is Zaid..."

The Holy Magister reluctantly introduced himself. Brother Tai turned back and licked his feathers and said casually: "Well, Zaid, why did you ask me to stop?"

Zaid realized that he and the tiger had no common language at all. He held back his anger and said, "Where's Aman? Why isn't he with you?"

"He wants to study some martial arts skills, and he and a little dwarf are rushing here. I thought they were walking too slowly, so I flew over first."

Zaid blinked and smiled: "Master Tai, please go and pick him up. I have a big deal to discuss with him!"

"Big deal?"

Brother Tai immediately turned into a little tiger and flew to the shoulders of the Holy Mage of the Dead. He smiled brightly and said, "Tell me, what's the big deal? Talk to me first!"

Zaid hesitated for a moment, feeling a thousand reluctances in his heart, but this tiger was more powerful than him. If he turned against him, he would definitely suffer a loss. He immediately whispered: "In the Pazu Temple, there is the godhead of the demon god Pazu." !”

Brother Tai remained silent, a fierce light flashed in his small eyes, and he thought in his mind: "It seems that the news that Ah Man got has been leaked. Should we kill him and silence him... It's better to forget it, so as not to kill him. Ah Man was making noises in my ears again."

Thinking of this, Tiger patted Zaid heavily on the shoulder and said carelessly: "Undead old ghost, I'll let you go, get out and run for your life!"

The Holy Magister was confused when he heard this. He never thought that this bastard had already planned to kill and silence him. He just walked around in front of the gate of hell and continued to whisper: "Many masters have come to the Pazu Temple, and their force is extremely powerful. One of them, Damas, was no match for me and almost killed me with one move, so I thought we should join forces..."

"This old undead ghost was almost beaten to death with one move. It seems that I am no match for him. I can't let him get out..."

Brother Tai stretched out his paw and scratched his head. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a good idea, so he had to say: "Follow me first."

Zaid was overjoyed: "Following the six-winged golden dragon is safer than following Aman. The dragon flies the fastest. Even if it encounters danger, as long as you sit on its back, you will be thousands of miles away in an instant, and no one can even think of catching up!"

However, Zaid had calculated everything, but the only thing he didn't expect was that if he was really in danger, the tiger would probably run away first and not pay any attention to him at all.

In Tai Ge's extremely poor dictionary, the word "rescue the dying and heal the wounded" has never been found. This is because there are too many strokes for "rescue the dying and heal the wounded", which the old man cannot write at all, and naturally it will not appear in his dictionary.

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"Aman, this is the palace ruins of General Sidi, one of the eight generals of Demon God Pazu. After Sidi was killed, the wealth here has been looted."

In the land of ashes, Zhang Debiao and Aragorn, the swordsman of the Angli tribe, walked together in front of a palace ruins. The Sidi Palace occupies an extremely vast area, and the remaining copper pillars can still be seen from the ruins. The grandeur it once was.

Aragorn smiled and said: "The god general Sidi is the fifth god general under Pazu. The top four god generals are ordered to guard the Demon Palace, and the next four god generals are responsible for guarding the Kander Continent. In the legend of the Maori people, When those ancient powerful men came to Kander Continent in pursuit of the demon god Pazu, they were blocked by the four great generals. In that battle, Sidi and others died one after another..."

Having said this, Aragorn looked back and saw Zhang Debiao frowning and thinking as he walked. Apparently he didn't hear clearly what he was saying. He shook his head secretly and thought to himself: "This guy is really a martial arts idiot. Doesn't it mean that everyone in southern Xinjiang is like this?" Is he a barbarian whose brain is full of muscles? Why is he smarter than me..."

Along the way, Zhang Debiao kept asking him about his experience in practicing the Ant Dream Art. At that time, Aragorn found that this barbarian was so smart that he could not imagine it. As long as he gave him a little guidance, he could understand, integrate, and even draw inferences from one example. Many questions had not been thought of by even himself, an old expert who had practiced the Ant Dream Art for seven or eight hundred years.

"Rumors can hurt people a lot. If you don't see it with your own eyes, who would have thought that the stupid barbarians in the legend of Southern Xinjiang would be so smart?"

In fact, the brains of the people in Southern Xinjiang are not very bright, but it does not mean that they are stupid.

The people in Southern Xinjiang just believe in force too much, and believe that fists can solve all problems, and are unwilling to use their brains to think of other solutions. That is why other races think that the heads of the people in Southern Xinjiang are all thick muscles except for the brains the size of pine nuts.

"My Demon God True Body Body Method has been finalized, and it will only become more and more difficult to integrate other mental methods. Fortunately, I have Aragorn, a great master, by my side. I can ask him if I don't understand something." Zhang Debiao narrowed his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief. Until now, he has finally integrated the Ant Dream Art of the Angli tribe into the Demon God True Body!

A supreme mental method that accommodates thirty-seven Dou Qi channels, contains five unique skills in the Qigong Dou Qi List, and the Orc War God Art, has finally been born!

"Now, my Demon God True Body should be comparable to the Dou Sheng Zhuo, right?"

Zhang Debiao was overjoyed and followed Aragorn quietly. After his mind calmed down, he immediately activated the Demon God True Body Art. With a thought, the Dou Qi in the upper, middle, and lower three Dantians all surged out and flowed to the thirty-seven Dou Qi channels in the body, rushing freely in the channels. He felt warm all over and indescribably comfortable.

Aragon was walking in front, and suddenly heard all kinds of sounds coming from Zhang Debiao, bells and drums rang, and he turned around in surprise.

Boluo, Boluo!

Zhang Debiao's fighting spirit vibrated his chest, and he roared like a behemoth. At the same time, his channel meridians were constantly purified and consolidated by the fighting spirit, his bones became stronger and stronger, and the snow-white bones gradually revealed a faint golden color. The muscles were filled with more and more powerful strength. More than 600 muscles beat together, the small ones were like earthworms, the medium ones were like frogs, and the large tendons were like pythons rolling under the skin. The slippery torso!

His body was also constantly expanding. During this time when Aragon turned his head, he saw that Zhang Debiao took a step down, and his body expanded a point. After walking more than ten steps, he heard two snaps, and the shoes on his feet were broken by his big feet. Then the top was torn into pieces with a stab, revealing an extremely majestic upper body. The surface of the skin was covered with black snake-like runes. These runes were still twisting and swimming, constantly changing positions!

"What kind of mental method is this?"

Aragorn was extremely shocked. He saw Zhang Debiao's steps getting faster and faster, and he ran like the wind. He quickly practiced the Ant Dream Art and quickly caught up with him.

Zhang Debiao's steps became bigger and bigger. He could cover a distance of more than ten meters in one step. His steps became faster and faster, and he rushed forward like a flash of lightning. Aragorn's legs were too short, so he had to muster up all his fighting spirit and chase forward with all his strength to catch up with him.

"Damn, what kind of monster is this guy? He actually practiced the Ant Dream Art to the seventh level in just one stick of incense!"

Zhang Debiao's fighting spirit was flying wildly, rushing out of his body continuously, but it was not damaged at all and returned directly to his body. From a distance, he looked like a giant demon god, with demonic energy all around him. One by one, dark air columns were spinning wildly around his body, stirring up gusts of wind!

His Dou Qi was flowing in and out of the three Dantians. The Dou Qi was running faster and faster, and it was becoming more and more pure. His mental strength was also advancing by leaps and bounds. Suddenly, nine roars came from his chest, "Boro! Boro! Boro!", and the Dragon Elephant's strength was actually tripled at this moment!

The eighth level of Longmeng Baoxiang, the nine-headed Behemoth's strength, comparable to the invincible power of the Holy Dragon, finally broke through at this moment!

"Thirty-seven Dou Qi channels, the great perfection of the mental method, can actually bring such a big change. I originally thought that Longmeng Baoxiang would only break through after becoming a Dou Sheng. I didn't expect that after the thirty-seventh Dou Qi channel was perfected, it would be a natural result and smoothly enter the eighth level..."

Before Zhang Debiao came back to his senses, he carefully savored the changes brought about by the three-fold increase in strength. Suddenly, the thirty-seven Dou Qi channels vibrated together, and the Dou Qi surged, becoming extremely sufficient and abundant. The Great Red Sky Demon God also made great progress all the way, and almost at the same time rushed to the eighth level!

The changes brought by the Great Red Sky Demon God have not stopped yet. Titan Fernengsheng, God of War, Great Sky Demon White Bone True Body, and Ant Dream, who had just merged into the Demon God True Body, broke through at the same time and reached the eighth level!

At this moment, Zhang Debiao's fighting spirit was so abundant that it was unimaginable, even far exceeding any sword master he had ever seen, and was no less powerful than the Fighting Saint Aldan Wild Hammer. He couldn't help but let his spirit rush out of his body, and shot out a column of air from his head, crashing into the sky!

Bang!

The space of the Ash Land was like a big gong, which was hit by his spirit, making a deafening sound. The aftermath of the space rippled everywhere, as if a hurricane swept through, sweeping away the fist intentions, divine thoughts, and magic remnants left by those ancient masters, revealing a clear space of more than 100 meters in radius!

Those fist intentions, divine thoughts, and magic remnants were actually wiped out from the space by his spirit in an instant!

Aragorn looked at Zhang Debiao in shock, and suddenly heard a loud "dong" sound coming from his chest. He saw that the air column formed by his energy became straighter and thicker, like a giant pillar rushing into the sky. , causing the space above the Land of Ashes to ripple!

The rhythm of Pluto's heart!

Zhang Debiao's heart pounded loudly, and the pillar of energy grew larger and larger, becoming extremely powerful. Aragorn looked at all this with a complex expression and murmured: "What on earth is he doing...I know, this kid is taking the opportunity to charge Dou Sheng!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

Zhang Debiao's energy pillar hit the space again and again. He was indeed attacking the Fighting Saint. At this stage of his cultivation, he was already at the peak that his physical body could hold. His fighting spirit was also pure to the extreme. It was impossible to go any further. So he took advantage of the vigor of his mind when he broke through, touched the various mysterious insights of the Dou Sheng, and immediately launched a brazen attack on the Dou Sheng realm!

Suddenly, an unparalleled powerful momentum spread far over the land of ashes, so powerful that it made people shocked, frightened, trembled, and surrendered!

In the chaotic gray layer, the peerless experts who came to take risks raised their heads one after another and looked in the direction of Zhang Debiao.

"It seems to be that boy Aman..." Brother Tai licked his lips and just turned his head when he was hit by a fist and rolled and flew several miles away.

Zaid on its back said angrily: "Brother Tai, can you please pay attention? How dare you lose your mind in a place like this..."

"Undead old ghost, shut up! Do you believe I will throw you away?"

Two lines of tears fell silently from the Holy Magister of the Undead from his skinny cheeks: "The situation is stronger than human beings. If you don't hurry up, you bastard, Ah Man, I can't control this six-winged golden light..."

At the other end of the chaotic gray layer, Damas was desperately attacking the fists and residual thoughts left behind by the ancient strong men fighting against the demon god Pazu. He suddenly noticed this momentum and was surprised and murmured: "Who would actually be in the ashes?" The Land Impact Sword Master... No, no, this momentum is much stronger than the Sword Master, could it be a Fighting Saint? I'm afraid it's not right, the Fighting Saint wouldn't have such an amazing momentum..."

Behind him, Tutangudus had a weird smile on his face and whispered softly: "Haha, is that that kid? I didn't expect him to start attacking the Dou Sheng so quickly. It's finally the time for me to harvest the fruits. The perfect fighting saint body..."

And underneath the chaotic gray layer, a gray-robed young man was walking slowly in the boundless chaotic space. Wherever his footsteps went, the violent fists, thoughts and magical thoughts stopped one after another. Only after he walked through did he will erupt again. Wutu Gubisi followed him step by step, cautiously lest he step out of the young man's protective range.

"What a powerful momentum, almost comparable to when I broke through..." The young man turned back and looked into the distance, as if his eyes could penetrate the chaotic space, with an interesting expression on his face, and chuckled: " I didn’t expect that in this era of declining martial arts, there are people who can practice to such a perfect state..."

Wutu Gubisi said with a flattering smile: "Young Master's qualifications are unparalleled in the sky and on earth. Of course, that person cannot compare to you. Not to mention a barbarian from southern Xinjiang, even a god can't compare to you..."

"Stop flattering me."

The young man smiled slightly, but his expression looked very useful. He smiled and said: "It's a pity that that person has accumulated too little combat experience, so I'm afraid he won't be able to successfully break through the Dou Sheng."

After saying that, the young man sighed quietly and said in a vicissitudes of tone: "Young people today are so impatient. I think in my time, barbarian masters had to challenge masters from all sides and accumulate combat experience before they could break through... I won't say anymore. , it’s better to go to Pazu Demon Palace, where there is a thing that cannot be lost in my temples, the reincarnated demon fetus..."

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In the land of ashes, Zhang Debiao beat his heart over and over again, supplying Qi and blood several times stronger to his whole body, and attacking the realm of Dou Sheng. Unexpectedly, even with his peak cultivation, he still could not successfully break the last barrier. He only felt that Dou Sheng was The realm is right in front of you, you can touch it, and you have all kinds of wonderful understandings, but you lack the last bit of strength and you can't break through.

He couldn't help but become more and more anxious. Suddenly, the essence column suddenly fell, the essence of the whole body shrank sharply, the mental power retracted into the mind, and the brutal fighting spirit quickly withdrew from the fighting spirit channel, all flowing back into the three major dantians.

Zhang Debiao's body was empty for a moment. The consequences of his failure to attack the Dou Sheng came almost instantly. He felt that his limbs were in splitting pain and his chest was heavy. He spit out black blood and fell to the ground, his face instantly turned pale. , without a trace of blood!

Aragorn stood aside, looking at him with pity, and said to himself: "The failure to attack the Saint's Domain will have extremely disastrous consequences. Not only will the cultivation level be greatly reduced, but even the vitality will be greatly depleted. Aman's life is over, but it's a pity. His qualifications..."

Before he finished thinking, he saw Zhang Debiao vomiting black blood again, then stood up shakily, patted the dust on his butt, a trace of rosy color gradually appeared on his pale face, glanced at Aragorn, and said calmly: "Let's go Bar."

Aragorn saw him jumping to life in an instant, as if the serious consequence of failing to attack the Dou Sheng was just a slight injury to him. He couldn't help but widen his little eyes, and his eyes wanted to jump out to show him, and he said: " Why are you not dead..."

Zhang Debiao turned his head, looked at him in surprise, and asked doubtfully: "Will you die if you fail to attack the Saint Realm?"

Aragorn looked at him like a monster, and said angrily: "Hasn't anyone taught you that without sufficient accumulation in the Saint Realm, you can never attack it?"

Zhang Debiao said honestly: "No." After that, he said with great relief: "It seems that I am really lucky, I almost died in a muddle..."

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After a while, Aragorn spitted angrily: "Perverted southern Xinjiang people, perverted barbarians! God Mahar, curse these barbarians..."