Tu Li looks like a person, and is essentially very different from the Chaos Demon and the Human race.

The blood flowing from the two pieces of the body is light green, and the organs inside the body are like tangled bundles of thread, with dark redness, but it is difficult to distinguish which organ is.

The dark red organs were still squirming, like skinned snakes crawling. They continued to secrete viscous liquid, and the broken wounds seemed to be connected bit by bit. It looked extremely disgusting.

Tu Li's vitality is indeed strong. With his hands pushing, the body that was divided into two halves was closed again. The secreted viscous liquid flowed out from the wound and quickly bonded the body together.

It was just that the body was re-adhesive, and it was not completely right. The nose was facing the mouth, and the body was also chaotic and stuffed together. It looked extremely strange and terrifying.

Gao Zhengyang looked at him coldly, and he cut open the Tuli Temple with a foot knife.

After all, the Chaos Demon Clan is a flesh-and-blood body, and it is cut into two pieces from the bottom of the hips to the head. Such serious injuries are unbearable even Tu Li.

No matter how strong a ninth-level strongman is, he will never be able to become a saint. It is impossible to get rid of the limitations of life. In this way, if he can survive, he will be a real god!

Tu Li barely returned to his own appearance, with two golden eyes that were uneven up and down staring at Gao Zhengyang.

Gao Zhengyang also looked extremely weird, with two short forks intertwined in his head.

The short fork is the claw that Tu Li faded from his body after entering the seventh level. It is the same as Tu Li's heart-to-heart blood, and he refined it into a weapon. Although it is not as good as a divine weapon, it can be regarded as a ninth-level combat weapon.

The short fork is heavy and thick, and no one can survive if he hits it on his head. Gao Zhengyang is holding two short forks, but his breath is stable and he doesn't look like he is going to be injured at all.

Gao Zhengyang pulled out the two short forks casually, and the wound on the twisted and ruptured face immediately closed. In a blink of an eye, it returned to smoothness and neatness, and no trace of scars could be seen.

Seeing this scene, Tu Li couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that you still have this kind of Vajra immortal power, and losing to you is not unfair."

A ninth-level strongman was beaten to death by an unknown junior. Tu Li was unwilling to accept his death even if he was dead. So even if his body hurts severely, he had to hold on and persevere, wanting to watch Gao Zhengyang die first.

What he could not have imagined was that the double fork that pierced his brain had no effect, and Gao Zhengyang was unharmed.

No matter how stupid Tu Li was, he would figure it out now. Gao Zhengyang deliberately lured him into the ground, and relied on his immortality to be hit first. Then, he took advantage of the gap when he succeeded.

The cold light from bottom to top was the leg that Gao Zhengyang kicked upside down.

This singular dragon swings its tail, and he is full of energy and cares about it first. Before Tu Li can detect something wrong, his legs will arrive. Tu Li also avoids it. He also admires Gao Zhengyang's leg technique.

But if it is just a leg technique, no matter how strong the power is, it cannot be broken. Don’t look at the thick earth-black snake armor like thin paper under the Dragon Emperor’s halberd. However, in the Heihe Plain, no force of fists and feet can penetrate the protection of leather armor.

Gao Zhengyang's feet instantly turned into an extremely sharp blade, easily breaking through the thick earth-black snake armor and cutting the earth into two pieces.

Tu Li miscalculated two things, one was Gao Zhengyang's immortal body, and the other was that his physical ability turned into a real sharp blade. This was the fundamental reason why he was killed in the accident.

"Your martial arts are indeed higher than mine."

Gao Zhengyang also admitted that he was still far from Tu Li’s martial arts competition. After all, the ninth-level martial soul was not given for nothing.

After pausing, Gao Zhengyang said leisurely again: "But the winner is the king. I won."

Tu Li's eyes darkened. Indeed, this is not a martial arts competition, it is a life-and-death battle. The one who survives is the winner. No matter how strong his martial arts are, it doesn't make sense to lose.

"I have a question, who are you, why can you immortalize the Vajra and turn into a sharp blade?"

Tu Li was still unwilling to give up. He could not understand what Gao Zhengyang's ability was.

"Can't you figure it out? Go to hell and think about it slowly..." Gao Zhengyang smiled and waved the Dragon Emperor's Sphur and smashed it down hard.

Tu Li, who had been barely pieced together, immediately turned into countless splashes of blood plasma.

What was then spread out and turned into fragments were thick earth-black snake armor and countless dust sand.

Gao Zhengyang didn't know what tricks Tu Li wanted to play, and he was not interested in fighting with the cunning ninth-level thief.

For the Demon World, he is too immature. He also knows too little about the secrets of the ninth-level strongman.

The information asymmetry made Gao Zhengyang not want to take risks. No matter what Tu Li did, killing him directly could end everything.

The dust in the sky was still rotating and flying. The thick smoke blocked all the peeping sight.

Tu Li died completely, but the essence of vitality he decomposed was only a trace of it. If Gao Zhengyang had not sensed it carefully, he would have almost never sensed the essence of death.

The vital energy that restricts soil separation in the Heihe Plain also limits the essence of decomposition.

Gao Zhengyang was a little sorry, but he felt relieved after turning. If he hadn't been in the Heihe Plain, he would have been killed by Tu Li, so how could he have killed Tu Li?

At this time, the blood god flag wrapped around Gao Zhengyang's body suddenly shook.

A strong and pure soul essence, like the Yangtze River, surging blood-surged inside the Divine Flag. The Divine Flag of Blood, shaking violently.

Gao Zhengyang's soul has a strange connection with the Blood God Flag, and he can sense the huge changes within the Blood God Flag.

The Blood God Flag originally simulated Gao Zhengyang's external acupoints, which could be breathed and absorbed at will. But at this time, all the simulated acupoints collapsed. The magic array inside the Blood God Flag seemed to be stimulated.

It absorbed more than 10 million demon souls, and the Blood God had already reached the peak of the sixth level, but was unable to break through for a long time.

Gao Zhengyang had no hope of breaking through the Heavenly Level, but he didn't expect that Tu Li's soul seemed to be stronger than the souls of millions of demons. The exciting Blood God Flag advanced again.

From the sixth level to the heavenly level is just a small step, but it means that Gao Zhengyang can use the blood god flag to display the heavenly level power.

This means that Gao Zhengyang can compete with the seventh-level strongman with just the Blood God Flag.

Not to mention that his physical strength is far superior to that of ordinary seventh-level strong men.

After the power fluctuation of the Blood God Flag reached its extreme, the blood light suddenly grew, and the Blood God Flag that was wrapped around Gao Zhengyang's body suddenly flew up.

The Dragon Emperor's Martial Spirit in Gao Zhengyang's Divine Palace moved, and the Dragon Emperor's Nine Changes were practiced one by one, and the acupoints in his body also mobilized accordingly.

The acupoints on the body naturally cannot be opened so easily. However, the changes in the aura of the Dragon Emperor's Nine Changes were all printed in the Blood God Flag.

Gao Zhengyang's spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and the Blood God Flag responded like this, and many simulated acupoints were stimulated.

An unprecedented powerful vital energy gathered instantly. However, under the strict vital energy restrictions of the Heihe Plain, 90% of the vital energy dissipated before it was fully gathered.

There is no doubt that just now it was the real power of the heavenly level.

A strong man at the heavenly level must first achieve his martial soul before he can control his vital energy with his martial soul. Gao Zhengyang has no martial soul, so there are some problems with his heavenly level energy he controls.

Fortunately, the Dragon Emperor Nine Transformations are powerful enough, and the Blood God Flag has established a wonderful connection with Gao Zhengyang’s martial soul. There will be no situation where it cannot be controlled.

This special place in Heihe Plain is not suitable for practicing the power of the heavenly level.

Wait until he goes out and find a place to practice it.

Gao Zhengyang calculated the time and had been in for more than five months. The half-year appointment with the old monk was almost here.

Since the Blood God Flag has successfully broken through to the Heavenly Level, there is no need for him to stay.

Massacre of the Demons can enhance the power of the Blood God Flag. If you want to improve the level of the Blood God Flag again, at least hundreds of millions of demons will be required.

Killing millions of demons at once like Heihe City is hard to come by.

One hundred million demons, just when Gao Zhengyang thought of this number, his scalp was numb. He didn't have so much time to spend here.

What's more, before he could kill enough, the energy limit here would be lifted. Any ninth-level demon clan could kill him.

The Blood God Flag has advanced to the Heavenly Level. Even though the power is suppressed, Gao Zhengyang has a much more sensitive feeling about vitality.

With a divine thought, Gao Zhengyang found the earth spirit ring buried in the sand through breath sensing.

This ring is a good thing. Tu Li might have wanted to use the ring to play tricks at that time, but everyone else was dead, so he didn't need to worry about it.

He took the Earth Spirit Ring and played with it for a while. There was a layer of ban on it, which he could not open. It should be Tu Li's spiritual ban.

Gao Zhengyang guessed that it was possible to open it only if the old monk was found.

While thinking, Gao Zhengyang suddenly felt cold in his heart and sensed a peeping gaze from afar.

It was a bit inaccurate to say that peeping was so fierce that the other party stared at him fiercely. This was completely different from the group of people who kept peeping at him.

Gao Zhengyang followed the sensing and turned his head to look over. The flying dust was slowly falling, and he could see the faint white light from afar through the dust smoke.

"White Soil Plateau!" Although Gao Zhengyang had never been to it, he knew that it was adjacent to the Heihe Plain and was also the territory of the Chaos Demon Clan. Moreover, the White Soil Plateau was not restricted by the vitality.

No matter how sharp Gao Zhengyang's eyes were, there were many obstacles and could not see the situation hundreds of miles away. He could only judge based on the sensing that there should be a strong man paying attention to him.

This kind of attention is of course the sensing of each other's soul breath.

The cruelty and ruthlessness that emerged from the other party's soul was like an unparalleled sharp sword lying across Gao Zhengyang's neck. It seemed that between thoughts, Gao Zhengyang could be killed.

This is not Gao Zhengyang's illusion. The opponent's strength is much stronger than him, even stronger than Tu Li who was killed. Moreover, the opponent is located on the White Soil Plateau, and his strength is not limited.

Gao Zhengyang naturally compared the power of the two. Fortunately, in the Heihe Plain, the opponent's power was limited. No matter how powerful it was, it would not be a substantial threat to him.

He gestured his little finger to the distance, Gao Zhengyang urged the blood divine flag, and as soon as his feet moved, he soared into the sky.

Most of his flying power comes from his physical body's force. The air is shaking under his feet, just like the roar of wind and thunder. His speed is not very fast, but his momentum is extremely strong.

The powerful aura of the White Soil Plateau is unwilling to stop, and it has been locked in Gao Zhengyang's refusal to leave.

Gao Zhengyang did not struggle either. The other party only had a little divine sense, and did not have any substantial threat to him. If the other party dared to follow him, he would be nothing scary.

The Heihe Plain is simply a battlefield set up for him. Here he is fearless.

Not long after Gao Zhengyang flew, a black hawk fluttered and followed.

The Black Eagle followed Gao Zhengyang for a while before flying to Gao Zhengyang and said, "Gao Zhengyang."

Gao Zhengyang was not surprised at all when he was called out by the other party. He met Juemi's granddaughter a few days ago, and his identity was leaked. As long as the other party followed the Juemi line, he would definitely know his identity.

"Is there something wrong?" Gao Zhengyang greeted casually.

Being able to control the Black Hawk and use divine thoughts to convey sounds, the other party is obviously an amazing wizard. But these days, the other party has been following behind, sneaking, and Gao Zhengyang is a little displeased.

A cold light flashed in Black Eagle's eyes, as if he was a little dissatisfied by Gao Zhengyang's casual attitude. After a moment of silence, he said again: "I am the master of the Lion Clan and also the cousin of Juemi."
To be continued...