Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don t Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 486: Chapter 319: True Dragon Body_2

Fortunately, the enormous size of the thousand-hand centipede allowed for a high error margin.

Even when injured and bleeding, the thousand-hand centipede could quickly recover its combat strength by splitting and using its self-healing power.

Wei Ji had extensive combat experience. He had injured the thousand-hand centipede multiple times, but for the centipede, injuries that didn’t kill it were not considered injuries at all. Truly, when it came to endurance, the massive body of the thousand-hand centipede was not just for show.

On the other hand, Wei Ji, who had entered this dragon transformation state, obviously had a time limit since he was not a true dragon but only inherited part of the bloodline.

“What a ferocious beast,”

Seeing this, two forked dragon horns grew from Wei Ji’s forehead and his aura surged once again.

Visibly, his strength and speed also increased dramatically.

In another confrontation with the thousand-hand centipede, just one punch, landing on the colossal insect body, created a shockwave like a heavy bomb had fallen, breaking the insect shell and flesh and sending an air wave hundreds of meters out.

“Is this the second phase of the BOSS?”

Su Jie witnessed this scene, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

Just as Wei Ji was about to continue, suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell, striking exactly on Wei Ji.

The Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder summoned by Su Jie caused Wei Ji’s body to stiffen immediately.

The thousand-hand centipede roared at Wei Ji from across the way and took advantage of the moment Wei Ji stiffened, opening its wide mouth, ready to swallow Wei Ji whole.

Cool as a cucumber, Wei Ji, whose recent wounds inside the centipede had not yet healed, spat out a breath of Sword Qi. The Sword Qi, frosty like frost, burst open the wound, slowing down the centipede’s speed.

Seizing the opportunity, Wei Ji escaped from the jaws of death and chuckled, “Divine Skills, interesting, truly interesting. It seems you, this so-called Immortal Seed, do have some skills.”

While speaking, a glint flashed in Wei Ji’s eyes, and after dodging the attack of the thousand-hand centipede, he suddenly approached Su Jie.

Wei Ji, who originally wanted to elegantly finish off the thousand-hand centipede, chose to attack Su Jie, the controller, after seeing that the centipede was tough to take down.

With his understanding of Gu Masters, he knew that their physical combat strength was weak.

If he could take down Su Jie, then the thousand-hand centipede would be nothing to worry about.

Seeing Wei Ji approaching him like a descending deity, Su Jie’s face showed no panic, only shouting two words: “My lady.”

As Wei Ji’s fist was about to reach him, a red wedding dress materialized in front of Su Jie.

“What do you think you’re doing to my husband?”

Han Ruyan’s deathly gaze locked onto Wei Ji, a strange power infiltrating as yellow paper money began to float in the sky and Wei Ji’s clothing, without knowing when, changed from a white robe to a white funeral dress.

His punching motion became stiff, and Wei Ji was inexplicably startled: “A sixth-grade fierce ghost, and not an ordinary one at that.”

“Paper money funeral.”

Han Ruyan didn’t waste words; her jade hand waved gently.

She was adorned in a festive wedding dress, while Wei Ji was dressed in a sorrowful funeral garb, the two contrasting sharply, alerting Wei Ji internally.

Great Qiankun Palm.

Wei Ji chose to strike first, launching a palm towards Han Ruyan. His palm continually transformed, covering thousands of square feet, the very move that had killed the multi-legged centipede earlier.

Han Ruyan’s body, like a phantom, silently passed through the giant palm.

The next moment, Wei Ji’s limbs began to twist violently, as if he was unable to control them.

Paper money fell from the sky more densely, each piece branded with a simple sketch of Wei Ji, as if the paper money was specifically burned for him.

As the paper money fell, a blood moon appeared in the sky, notwithstanding the broad daylight. The blood moon hung in the sky dome, unexpectedly appearing and only over three thousand meters above the ground.

Han Ruyan’s figure appeared on the Blood Moon, the huge Blood Moon reflecting in the depths of Wei Ji’s pupils, dragging his spirit and will into it.

Wei Ji’s face was covered with dense paper money, which quickly enveloped his entire face, hands, and body. The paper money burned as if it would ignite his flesh; a grave mound appeared on the ground with Wei Ji’s tombstone on it, ready to bury him.

“This eerie power, you female ghost…”

Wei Ji’s exposed eyes suddenly became intense, his muscles tensed, and he stepped forward, compressing his Spiritual Power to create a terrifying sonic boom.

He was like an angry lion, his eyes bloodshot and red, a ghostly soul body appeared to resist the eerie power, it was Wei Ji’s Primordial Spirit.

His Primordial Spirit, only a head shorter than his real body, nearly reached the Great Success Stage, the level of Su Jie’s Primordial Spirit before entering the Tao River.

As soon as Wei Ji’s Primordial Spirit was forced out, the paper money on his body instantly turned to ash, losing its effect on him.

“You picked the wrong target, a little eerie power like this is futile in front of my Primordial Spirit.”

Wei Ji’s eyes burned like fire, and he threw a punch again, countless dragon scales scattering in front of him. He used his own dragon scales to trigger the exorcising and subduing power of the True Dragon.

At the same time, in the palm of Wei Ji’s Primordial Spirit, a mass of red flame appeared, latching onto the dragon scales, instantly igniting them into a hundred-meter high flame flower, which he hurled towards the Blood Moon.

Han Ruyan’s brows furrowed slightly, her body sinking below the Blood Moon, thousands of tiny Blood Moons scattering like blood-colored cherry blossoms blown by a gentle breeze, violently colliding with the flame flower.

The Blood Moon evaporated under the flames, the malevolent and eerie power turning to green smoke and air, dissipated by the fierce fire.

“It’s not just you who has Divine Skills, my Burning Sky Purifying Fire Divine Skill will turn you into ashes today.”

Wei Ji spoke confidently; the golden flames were indeed a divine skill nurtured by his Primordial Spirit, capable of harming both body and soul.

Faced with Wei Ji’s arrogant words, Han Ruyan held a lantern in her left hand and a Dragon Phoenix Mirror in her right.

The character for happiness on the lantern was upside down, a line of blood slit across Wei Ji’s neck, ripping it open with his trachea faintly visible.

The Dragon Phoenix Mirror began to devour the Burning Sky Purifying Fire, swallowing it completely.

The Lantern Ghost and Mirror Girl, these two fifth-grade fierce ghosts, were utterly insignificant in front of Wei Ji, but under Han Ruyan’s direct control, they could unleash exceptional power.

Even Wei Ji’s True Dragon Body could not withstand it; he bled for the first time.

Cerulean dragon-like blood gushed out, each drop hitting the ground and carving pits two meters deep.

Crack.

The sky gathered dark clouds, lightning illuminating the Sky Dome, accompanied by the roaring thunder; streaks of Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder relentlessly bombarded Wei Ji.

Wei Ji attempted to counter with Burning Sky Purifying Fire, but the gap between their souls was reflected in the power of their Divine Skills, as Su Jie’s Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder penetrated and extinguished the Burning Sky Purifying Fire, hitting four or five out of ten strikes, causing Wei Ji’s skin to split and more dragon-like blood to flow.

Roar!

Meanwhile, the Thousand-Handed Centipede cooperated with Su Jie, tightly entwining Wei Ji, numerous pale corpse hands crawling over him, restricting his movements.

“Darling, please turn around.”

Su Jie slapped his Sword Nourishing Gourd on his waist, a white and a red beam of light burst out of the gourd, piercing the clouds and swooping down like a pair of intersecting flying dragons; the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword and the Red Training Sword, these two Top Grade Magical Artifacts worked together, aiming to decapitate Wei Ji.

Following closely behind, the Mirror Girl secretly emerged from a Jade Pendant hanging on Wei Ji’s waist to his back, her hand half phantom-like, executing a plain Black Tiger Heart-Pulling move aiming for Wei Ji’s heart.

This barrage of attacks almost sealed Wei Ji’s fate.

However, Wei Ji, an Immortal Seed, no mere fame-seeker, hailed as the number one among the youths of Qingzhou, astonishingly managed to muster a smile at death’s doorstep.

As the multiple strikes approached, Wei Ji’s body surface sprouted a Purple Jade Wind Umbrella, deflecting the Flying Swords, pushing away the Thousand-Handed Centipede, and blasting the Mirror Girl away.

“You really thought you could kill me?”

Wei Ji spoke calmly, his dragon scales and dragon horns continuously shedding, spiritual light washing over him, his once stained white clothing now spotless and immaculate, clean and simple, his three thousand jet-black hair cascading like a waterfall, his obsidian-like eyes were like a dark abyss, deep and unfathomable, his features exuding an invisible killing aura.