Xiao Naihe determined to snatch the statue of the devil from Tian Juechen.
"Sir, don't waste time. This Void Mirror is so mysterious and profound that new problems may crop up unexpectedly. Please make it quick." Cao Yuehu said anxiously. The three of them felt that the black smoke was slowly invading their bodies, and they were going to turn into ashes in a short time.
Tian Juechen waved the arm of the statue of the devil, and then gave a sneering smile, "Even though I can't use my immortal kung fu, I'm able to kill this rookie easily by virtue of this immortal-level tool."
He started to inject his spiritual power into the virtual arm. He had gained it for a period of time since he sneakily took the gold foil from Murong Fengjian's first volume of The Magic of the Celestial Devil for he guessed it was a remarkable magic tool when he saw it in the book.
Over many years of careful study, he finally found a way to activate the gold foil whose power was much stronger than the Void Mirror.
In order to kill Xiao Naihe, Tian Juechen activated it again today. He pushed the virtual arm to the young man, but what he expected didn't happen. Xiao Naihe managed to withstand the great impact.
"What?" Astonishment deprived Tian Juechen of all power of utterance. He glared at Xiao Naihe with wide eyes.
The invincible arm of the statue of the devil couldn't harm a cultivator in the Post-celestial Spirit Realm. It was ridiculous!
"You are not the only one who owns the statue of God of war, the emperor of the Kingdom of Dubhe." Xiao Naihe said.
As a purple ray of light flashed, a piece of gold foil floated down, and then suspended in front of Tian Juechen. It transformed into an arm to ward off Tian Juechen's, shielding Xiao Naihe.
"Gold foil of God?" Surprise was filled in Tian Juechen's eyes. He couldn't believe this young man also had one, asking, "Is Si Wenhan's last volume of The Magic of the Celestial Devil in your possession?"
Murong Fengjian had told Tian Juehchen that he snatched the first volume, and the last volume was hidden by Si Wenhan. The first volume kept a gold foil, so did the last volume .
Tian Juechen had been helping Murong Fengjian look for Si Wenhan for he wanted to take the last volume of The Magic of the Celestial Devil.
"I've been searching for it for a long time. Finally, I find it. I got luck today." Tian Juechen's fighting intent reached its climax, "Son, you are good. Although you are in the Sky Spirit Realm, after tomorrow, you are a threat after all. I will kill you today and grab your gold foil. "
"This is not a gold foil of God. It is called the statue of God of war." said Xiao Naihe.
He hadn't met this kind of situation—the battle between two holders of the statue of God of war.
With this magic tool, a cultivator in the Post-celestial Spirit Realm was able to beat an immortal.
Similarly, Xiao Naihe also wanted to take Tian Juehcne's arm of the statue. Both of them exerted all over skills to fight.
"Although full immortals will be fettered in the Void Mirror, I have reached the Pre-celestial Greater Heaven after all. I'm stronger than you in terms of immortal body and spiritual power. Go to hell! " yelled Tian Juechen.
He began to release his spiritual power to replenish the strength of the arm of the statue.
"Watch out, sir!" Duanmu Jianming called out with worry.
Xiao Naihe lifted his head. What Tian Juechen said was right that even though Xiao Naihe opened up the innate secret orifices, and had a gold core to protect his body, the real full immortal did outperform him in terms of spiritual power.
As Xiao Naihe collapsed, Tian Juechen guffawed, "As a cultivator in the Sky Spirit Realm, how can your spiritual power resist the gold foil of God? Hand over it to me. "
The second he finished his words, he motivated the virtual arm to squeeze Xiao Naihe.
"Ouch!"
Xiao Niahe's bones creaked and began to fracture. Within a few moments, his sign of life evaporated.
"We're dead. After all, the Post-celestial Spirit Realm is much weaker than the Pre-celestial Greater Heaven, and the three of us fail miserably." Cao Yuehu said with disappointment.
Dumu Jianming also sighed with agreement.
"Amitabha!" uttered Zhiqing monk. He seemed to releasing the soul of Xiao Naihe from purgatory.
"Ha ha, you idiot. You want a rookie in the Sky Spirit Realm to save you? Dream on! Give me the statue of the devil!" laughed Tian Juechen.
He extended out a hand to grasp Xiao Naihe's arm of statue, and the thought of a greater martial art delighted him.
All of a sudden, a golden light gleamed.
Tian Juechen found himself in the silent void, and the arm of statue which used to clasp Xiao Naihe was squeezing him.
Xiao Naihe disappeared, and the blood spattering the ground did not well from him.
"This is... my blood?" Tian Juechen uttered.