243: Blood Demon Undying

"Terrible... The consumption is too high!"

Nezha's heart stirred. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Blood Demon's main body, which had just re-formed its shape. He couldn't help but click his tongue in secret, "The Sea of Blood is undying, the Blood Demon is immortal... It's actually true!"

The massive, blood-colored body had re-condensed from countless blood droplets. However, this time, the body did not look as bloated as before; instead, it appeared extremely lean. The originally bulging muscles had turned into long, slender cords of sinew. The huge bone spurs had retracted significantly, the protruding fangs had become much smaller, and there was no hair on its head—it was completely bald...

"It changed its appearance? Hmm, its Aura hasn't changed, and the intense evil Qi remains exactly the same..."

Nezha was slightly stunned, "It seems this isn't just a change in external form..."

The Blood Demon's massive body actually emitted waves of rumbling sounds, strange noises like some kind of steam engine, huffing and puffing. Then, starting from its head, countless thumb-sized pores opened up on its body. In an instant, intense steam burst out violently.

The moment Nezha was startled, he suddenly felt a strong Killing Intent coming from behind him.

Having fought on the battlefield for many years, his keen intuition had saved him many times, and this time was no exception...

Gripping the Fire Tipped Spear, Nezha lunged forward, turned in mid-air, and threw the Fire Tipped Spear in his hand.

Bang!

The huge palm was suddenly knocked away, but the other hand suddenly swiped over. This speed was something even the Wind Fire Wheels, when used by Nezha in his prime, could not match...

The sharp nails, the intense Killing Intent, and the attached blood Qi made Nezha realize instantly that if he were hit by this move, he would lose a layer of skin even if he didn't die.

However, at this moment, his body no longer had the chance to dodge!

"Beep... Boom!"

A silver-white flying shuttle was suddenly crushed to pieces by this claw, and various broken parts scattered everywhere. This blow also bought Nezha time to escape. He performed several backflips in mid-air, putting distance between himself and the Blood Demon.

"Oh no, the flying shuttle..."

Nezha was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily, "Damn it, that was the only one I had..."

Nezha had never expected that the flying shuttle would protect its master in an emergency, but at this moment, a message suddenly appeared in Nezha's consciousness.

"Master, rest assured. The flying shuttle has a self-healing function and will be able to reassemble itself before long. The top priority now is to dodge the opponent's attacks. That guy is too fast; even the flying shuttle could only barely capture his attack intent, and that was only enough to block this one strike for you..."

Nezha's heart sank: "Did that guy change his form just to increase his speed? As expected, it's terrifying. With this kind of strength, even in the Heavenly Court, he would be among the top warriors. At the very least, among my father's subordinates, there is no one who can fight that well..."

Indeed, he had tested the durability of the flying shuttle before. Even when he went all out and fired the Zhentian Arrow at close range, he couldn't leave a single mark on the flying shuttle, which showed just how strong this monster's attack power was.

"Oh no, here it comes again..."

The Wind Fire Wheels instantly appeared beneath his feet, carrying Nezha backward to dodge. He relied on the opponent's Killing Intent to sense the direction of the attack, so he barely managed to dodge this time as well. However, Nezha knew that he didn't have much magic power left, and if this continued, being caught was only a matter of time.

The sharp claws tore through the air, actually causing violent air tremors. Immediately after, Nezha felt a foul, bloody wind hit his face, blowing him off balance.

"Heh, Third Prince Nezha, is that all you've got? It's just that the legends have over-mythologized you. In the eyes of me, Ding Yin, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are nothing but a bunch of people who occupy positions without doing anything; they lack the virtue to match their positions!"

The Blood Demon actually stopped attacking and looked at Nezha with disdain.

Nezha couldn't stand such provocation and roared in anger: "Damn it, if you have the ability, then kill your grandfather here! Otherwise, I will kill you sooner or later! Damn! Do you really think I'm made of mud... I'll just perish with you right now..."

As he spoke, Nezha was about to detonate the core power of this lotus Incarnation—the Immortal Pill that Taiyi Zhenren had given him as a heart.

"Slow down, slow down, Third Prince, don't be impulsive. We are still here..."

Xingyunzi had appeared beside Nezha at some point, and on the other side was a Mortal who looked quite old.

"What are you doing here? Run, run quickly! This guy is not someone you can handle!"

Nezha said anxiously.

Xingyunzi laughed, "Although my magic power is low, with old man Wei Zheng here, we can still hold on for a while. At the very least, we can wait for the Holy Monk to return and deal with him..."

Nezha was stunned, and he saw that the Blood Demon opposite them was actually staring straight at Wei Zheng.

The Blood Demon was actually feeling a trace of shock in its heart at this moment.

"How strange. This person clearly has no magic power at all, so why does he make me feel a trace of unease... No, this person has a pale purple Aura on him. It doesn't belong to any magic power, but it is enough to shake the soul... This is some kind of spiritual power... Hmm, is this person a giant of the Confucian school? That's it, only such a person would make me feel palpitations... This kind of power derived from the spirit naturally suppresses the power of the Sea of Blood..."

The Blood Demon suddenly narrowed its eyes slightly and looked at Wei Zheng with a deep voice: "Old gentleman, are you not afraid of death?"

"Heh, I am just a mere Mortal. How could a Mortal not be afraid of death?"

Wei Zheng held his sword, stroked his beard, and smiled, "However, everyone has to die eventually. If one dies for the right cause, that is for the best. Subduing demons and defeating monsters is the duty of us scholars!"

The Blood Demon's heart shuddered. A surge of righteous Qi rose from Wei Zheng's body, vast and continuous, rolling upwards and shooting straight into the clouds, as if it were about to tear a hole in the sky...

"This purple Qi is actually connected to Luck?"

The Blood Demon was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Heh, although the Aura is there, you are just a Mortal. You simply cannot convert this power into attack power; otherwise, you would have already attacked."

Xingyunzi over there couldn't help but stick out his tongue and said helplessly: "Damn it, the bluff failed... Looks like we'll have to risk our lives... Third Prince, use whatever means you have left. Otherwise, we're really going to lose our lives!"

Nezha opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he immediately felt a bloody wind rushing towards his face. The Blood Demon had already reached out its sharp claws towards the three of them. In the next moment, they would all lose their lives on the spot.

The Blood Demon had anger in its heart, a kind of wrath as if it had been played by someone.

Striking in anger, it was determined to tear the people in front of it into pieces before it would be satisfied. Moreover, after all, one of the people opposite was Nezha. If it killed Third Prince Nezha, its reputation would surely resound throughout the Three Realms this time.

However, just as its claws were about to touch the three of them, it did not see any fear on their faces. Instead, a trace of indescribable joy appeared on all their faces.

"My Buddha is merciful. This blood-red donor, how can you kill people so casually? This is not good, really..."

As a mocking voice sounded from above, the Blood Demon only felt an overwhelming pressure coming from its head. In the blink of an eye, that power was transmitted to its body, smashing its entire body into meat paste...