Supreme Alchemy

Previously in the far north woods.

The master of demon spirits once swallowed up the ten thousand ghost shadows cast by the witchcraft messengers.

Now the Demon Spirit Master has broken through to the first level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

But the Soul-Forbidden Gourd is still a magical weapon.

It is not a magic weapon.

The Soul-Forbidden Gourd wants to be promoted from a magical weapon to a magical weapon.

Except for the material.

It also requires a huge amount of soul power.

Originally, Xiao Changfeng was quite worried.

it's good now.

Absorbed a hundred thousand ghosts in the human skin drum.

The Soul-Forbidden Gourd will definitely be promoted to a magic weapon.

Therefore, Xiao Changfeng did not hesitate to smile.

At this time, he put away the soul-forbidden gourd.

And the divine consciousness sent a message, instructing the Demon Spirit Master to do his best to help the Soul-Forbidden Gourd to be promoted.

Once the soul-forbidden gourd becomes a magic weapon.

Its power will undergo a qualitative change.

"You actually swallowed up one hundred thousand of my ghosts!"

Some people are happy, and naturally some people are sad.

At this time, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was almost so angry that he vomited blood.

He stared blankly at the emptiness in front of him.

Still hard to believe.

He spent ten years hard collecting these 100,000 ghost figures.

Although he is the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

But they cannot be killed at will.

Especially as many as 100,000 people.

Therefore, these one hundred thousand ghosts are also extremely important to him.

He originally thought that he could seriously injure Xiao Changfeng with these 100,000 ghosts.

But I didn't want to actually make a wedding dress for others.

He complained!

He is angry!

He hates it!

At this moment, his eyes instantly turned as scarlet as blood.

There is more of a sense of madness.

Like a volcano erupting.

Shooting out of him.

All the spectators near the altar were shocked.

"The Holy Son is angry!"

Shanyu looked at the battlefield high in the sky in disbelief.

He never thought of it either.

The hundred thousand ghosts in the human skin drum were actually taken away by Xiao Changfeng.

You must know that wizards study souls and poisons.

And the Holy Son of the Witch Cult even possesses a Witch Spirit Body.

Able to control souls and communicate with ghosts and gods.

He also possesses the special witchcraft weapon of human skin drum.

But that's it.

One hundred thousand ghost figures were still snatched away.

This can only prove one thing.

The soul-forbidden gourd in Xiao Changfeng's hand.

More powerful than a human skin drum.

"Elixir Emperor, you have successfully angered me. I will kill you, make your bones into witchcraft, and use your soul to feed my ghost generals!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult roared, his whole body glowing with bloodthirsty red light.

He is a strong man at the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

At this time, he used all his strength, and his momentum was like a rainbow, shocking the sky.

"Witchcraft: Skeleton Poison Claw!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult roared loudly.

Suddenly, billowing black energy surged out of his body.

He condensed it into a white bone claw.

The sharp claws carry a poison that seals the throat upon seeing blood.

This poison is very terrifying.

It is the fusion of the poison of vegetation, the poison of monsters and the poison of corpses.

Invisible poisonous gas spread.

causing the air to twist.

Some of the vegetation on the ground withered instantly.

As for the many barbarians and wizards, they also quickly used their spiritual energy to resist.

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Xiao Changfeng narrowed his eyes and slowly extended his fist.

"White Tiger Divine Fist!"

With one punch, the world was shocked.

I saw the shadow of a white tiger fighting against the sky and the earth flashing in the air.

Then a white-gold fist shot out across the sky.

The air rioted and spiritual energy surged.

Boom!

The White Tiger Divine Fist and the Skeleton Poison Claw collided in mid-air.

Suddenly golden light shone brightly and poisonous gas burst out.

The terrible roar was deafening.

Terrifying battle fluctuations swept across all directions.

It's like two gods fighting in the sky.

It shocked countless spectators.

"Who is stronger?"

Everyone stretched their necks and stared at the battle.

I want to see who has the stronger attack.

"Second punch!"

Xiao Changfeng's voice sounded from the sky.

Then everyone saw Xiao Changfeng making a fist with his right hand.

Type again.

The second punch is more powerful than the first punch.

The white tiger shadow stared a lot.

A thrilling murderous aura suddenly emerged.

It was as if there was a peerless ferocious beast roaring across the world.

"Witchcraft: Gloomy Palm!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult looked solemn.

Facing this White Tiger Divine Fist, which was stronger than the first punch.

He was full of evil aura, and his skin was as white as light.

At this time, there were black lines emerging.

Then he rose into the sky.

Clap out with one palm.

This palm is like Shura's hand.

With endless darkness and darkness, it seemed to annihilate all the light.

boom!

The fists and palms collided, like two mountains colliding with each other.

Violent roars resounded over the entire Jiyang City.

It made all the spectators tremble with fear.

However, this blow was stronger than the White Tiger Divine Fist.

Although the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was not seriously injured.

But he was also sent flying hundreds of meters.

On the other hand, look at Xiao Changfeng.

But he never took a step back.

"Third punch!"

Xiao Changfeng did not give the Holy Son of the Witch Cult any chance to breathe.

The third punch came instantly.

Roar!

This time, the white tiger's shadow became half virtual and half real.

The murderous spirit is even stronger.

"Witchcraft: Blood Barrier!"

The face of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was a little ugly.

But facing Xiao Changfeng's third punch, he had to resist.

He bit his finger.

Suddenly, bright red blood flew out.

The blood merged with the spiritual energy and condensed into a 20-meter-high barrier in front of him.

The barrier was like a city wall, very thick.

However, facing Xiao Changfeng's third White Tiger Divine Fist.

It was still not good enough.

Bang!

But after holding on for three seconds, the blood barrier was broken by a punch.

Then the remaining fist light hit the body of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

It made the Holy Son of the Witch Cult retreat more than 30 meters again.

Although Xiao Changfeng was only at the peak of the early stage of the transformation of the spirit.

But whether it was magic power or divine body.

It was not something that the Holy Son of the Witch Cult could match.

What's more, Xiao Changfeng used the White Tiger Battle Scroll that was most suitable for fighting.

How can a mortal fight against an immortal?

This is the situation faced by the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

"The fourth punch!"

Xiao Changfeng did not hesitate and threw the fourth punch.

This time, the White Tiger Divine Fist was even more powerful.

This kind of punch-to-punch power.

The further you go, the harder it is to resist!

"Witchcraft: Bone Hammer Hand!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult was very passive, but he had to resist.

His hands were like hammers, smashing down.

It was like the giant spirit holding a divine hammer, trying to smash the entire Jiyang City.

Unfortunately, in front of the White Tiger Divine Fist.

He was defeated again.

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult retreated 300 meters.

"Fifth punch!"

Xiao Changfeng's figure flashed and caught up with the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.

The fifth punch was thrown immediately.

Crack!

This time the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was finally injured.

The hand bones were twisted, and a trace of bright red blood flowed from the wound.

It turned his right hand red.

The pungent smell of blood made people crazy.

It also made the Holy Son of the Witch Cult's breath more violent.

But Xiao Changfeng didn't care.

"Sixth punch!"

Xiao Changfeng's body was slightly bent, like a big bow.

And his fists were arrows.

"Ah!"

The white tiger's shadow was extremely solid, and it even had wings on its back.

It was like a tiger with wings!

"Not good!"

The face of the Northern Witch Patriarch changed.

At this time, Xiao Changfeng's sixth punch had already landed.

This time.

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult could no longer resist.

He was knocked down from mid-air, leaving a thousand-meter-long scar.

In the end, a hundred-meter-long pit was smashed out!

No matter how many witchcrafts you have, I can defeat them with one punch!