Chapter 194 Blood Battle Against the Demon God

Boom boom boom...

Smoke and dust rose, and yellow sand filled the sky, completely obscuring the formation.

When the dust settled, they saw that Baimon's arms had grown back and his body was normal.

Just now, he flew into the air and dodged the attack of the Earthly Fiend.

However, those corpses were completely destroyed by the power of the Earthly Fiends.

Without these corpses, Baimon's supplies were cut off.

The power of the Reverse Zhou Tian Grand Array fell on Bai Meng once again.

Baimon grunted and continued to break through the formation with brute force.

Boom boom boom...

Explosions rang out frequently again.

puff……

After several such incidents, one of Baimon's thighs exploded into a bloody mist.

This time, there was no replenishment of flesh and blood.

To Cao Kun's surprise, Bai Meng's leg still started to grow.

But Baimon's own body began to lose weight.

He actually used his own flesh and blood to repair his thigh.

This is equivalent to transferring flesh from other parts of the body to the thighs.

Baimon's abilities are indeed quite bizarre.

"Let's see how long you can hold out."

"The battle begins."

A new formation has been activated once again.

And so it went, with repeated attacks from the formation.

But they still couldn't kill Baimon.

But Baimon's limbs were repeatedly blown into a bloody mist, only to grow back again.

By now, Baimon has become a skeleton, essentially just a layer of skin covering his bones.

In such a state, his clothes couldn't stay on and fell to the ground.

Baimon didn't care at all and continued forward, still naked.

His body had turned blackish-gray, looking like it was about to fall apart at any moment.

But just then, his eyes lit up: "I've found you."

Snap!

With a single step, a piece of the Reverse Heavenly Array shattered.

The Reverse Heavenly Cycle Formation has been broken.

puff!

The Holy Son of the Mountain felt a sweet taste in his throat, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned extremely pale.

"Owner."

Seiko Yamashita said remorsefully, "I'm sorry, I failed."

“You’ve done very well.” Cao Kun didn’t blame her. “Just stay put.”

Without this most powerful attack formation, the remaining formations could no longer inflict much damage on Baimon.

However, the Reverse Zhou Tian Formation also caused Bai Meng a lot of trouble, leaving him looking like he was on his deathbed and could die at any moment.

But Cao Kun knew that even so, Baimon was still powerful.

"It's my turn to make a move."

Cao Kun muttered to himself, took a step, and disappeared into the room.

Baimon saw that a person had suddenly appeared in front of him.

This person was tall, in his early twenties, and had short black hair.

By East Asian standards, he is considered handsome.

But when you add his sinister aura, he becomes exceptionally charming.

"Not hiding anymore?"

Baimon spoke softly.

In one hand, Cao Kun held a rusty Han-style eight-sided sword.

In his other hand, he held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

He said calmly, "It's time to send you back to hell. Oh, I misspoke, you should stay."

Baimon's eyes gleamed: "You are more powerful than I imagined. It seems that I may really be able to descend into my complete form."

Cao Kun: "Do villains like you all really like to talk nonsense?"

Baimon: "If you don't like to say a few more words before you die, then forget it, you can go die now."

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

Suddenly, a black lightning bolt flashed across the field, and Baimon passed right through Cao Kun's body.

His hands remained clenched.

Under normal circumstances, what he should be holding at this moment is Cao Kun's heart.

But now, his hands are empty; he has nothing at all.

Cao Kun looked down at his body and saw a large hole there.

His body trembled, but he quickly recovered.

Cao Kun: "It seems you were hiding your strength before; I almost fell for your trick."

Baimon stared at Cao Kun in confusion: "It was just an illusion?"

"Maybe."

Cao Kun flicked the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand, and streaks of black shadows flew out, rushing towards Bai Meng.

Baimon looked up and glanced at the figure. Apart from the one that was particularly large, more than 2 meters tall, he didn't take the others seriously.

However, at that moment, he felt a slippery substance on his neck.

He reached out and grabbed it, only to find a long, blood-red tongue.

Baimon snorted and reached for the tongue.

Fortunately, the tongue reacted quickly and withdrew, leaving Baimon with nothing.

"return."

Cao Kun waved his hand and retrieved Mary Shaw.

Mary Shaw, a ghost, trying to scare the seventy-two demons? That's just too unrealistic.

This guy is just mindless; otherwise, he wouldn't dare get close.

After taking Mary Shaw into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Cao Kun cast a spell, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner suddenly rose with a powerful suction force, enveloping Baimon.

Baimon immediately sensed that his divided soul was about to leave this body and be thrown towards the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Baimon opened his mouth and uttered a syllable that Cao Kun couldn't understand.

Instantly, his divided soul and body became extremely stable, and under the influence of the Myriad Soul Banner, they shrank dramatically.

However, he is not yet able to completely rid himself of the influence of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

After absorbing so many souls, the Myriad Soul Banner had long since become a powerful magical artifact, which Baimon could not completely ignore.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

One after another, dark shadows pounced on Baimon and began to gnaw at his body.

Unlike Bai Mengkui, he casually grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, which invigorated him.

Seeing this, Cao Kun used the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to recall the ordinary ghosts, leaving only Imhotep's ghost outside.

Imton spread his arms, and a gust of sandstorm swept in from somewhere, enveloping Baimon in it.

Then Imhotep's soul merged into the sandstorm, amplifying its power.

Cao Kun took a step and stepped into the sandstorm as well.

It was pitch black in the sandstorm.

But when Cao Kun walked in, all the sand and dust swirled around him, making way for him.

Cao Kun's gaze seemed to pierce through the sandstorm and see Baimon within it.

He saw the powerful sandstorm tearing Baimon's body apart.

Soon, streaks of blood appeared on his skin.

In some places, the white bones were even exposed.

But Baimon seemed to feel no pain; instead, relying on his senses, he slowly walked towards Cao Kun.

The two drew closer and closer amidst the sandstorm.

Suddenly, Bai Meng vanished from his spot and reappeared behind Cao Kun, his hand entering from behind and exiting from in front of Cao Kun.

"It's still an illusion." Baimon didn't sense any physical form.

But then, Cao Kun grinned and thrust the eight-sided Han sword in his hand into Bai Meng's chest.

A powerful burst of Yin energy erupted, causing Bai Meng's entire body to tremble, and black lines immediately began to crawl across his body.

His body began to fester rapidly, unable to withstand such force.

Baimon retreated rapidly, his body trembled, and all the black lines concentrated on his left arm.

puff!

His left arm exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

He used this method to force the Yin energy out of his body.

However, even his physical strength could not restore his left arm.

He only had one arm left.