"How, how is it possible!"

The demon god "Whirlpool" was horrified to discover that the spiritual patterns on the silver-eyed boy's arms were not only intricate, but also extremely gorgeous.

And it continuously escapes from the skin to the body surface. The spiritual patterns are intertwined, condensed, and shining, as if on the arm, forming a crystal clear psychic armor.

"This is... the spiritual armor realm!"

The demon god "Whirlpool" screamed.

When the extraordinary person's cultivation reaches the peak of the heavenly realm, he can cause the spiritual energy in his body to spurt out, forming a battle armor of pure energy under the structure of the spiritual magnetic force field.

This is the so-called "six-star spiritual armor realm".

Being able to transform into armor with spiritual energy is a precursor to entering the divine realm and a symbol of a super master.

Ordinary extraordinary beings may not be able to break through to the heavenly realm despite decades of fighting in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, obtaining various adventures, obtaining heavenly and earthly treasures, and receiving guidance from famous teachers.

An ordinary-looking young man with silver eyes, who appears to be less than ten years old, is able to reach the peak of the heavenly realm in one fell swoop. How can he not shock the demon god "Whirlpool" to the extreme?

After a while, Aji's entire right arm was wrapped in a pair of silver spiritual armor that shone like a mirror.

Because it is a pure energy body, it can break through the constraints of any mechanical structure and bloom in the most gorgeous and contrary to the laws of physics. This arm armor is extremely gorgeous, like an indestructible giant sword. Between the gaps in the armor, there is another

Waves of magma swirled around.

Aji's face looked a little pale under the reflection of the mirror and the magma.

With his weak body at the moment, he was on the verge of collapse by forcing his spiritual energy to perform such extraordinary feats.

But in his shining silver eyes, there was a murderous smile.

Aji stuck out his tongue, licked the sharp tiger teeth, and chuckled: "I heard that you are afraid of fire?"

"call!"

Wrapping around the gauntlet, magma-like spiritual energy exploded instantly.

Raging flames suddenly filled the entire medical room, making Aji and Uzumaki feel like they were in a furnace deep in a volcano.

On the front of the silver-eyed boy's arm, the psychic armor continued to extend, becoming sharper and sharper, forming a domineering flaming sword.

The spiritual flames flowing down from the blade dripped onto the alloy floor, making a "chichi" burning sound, burning the floor into black holes.

The astonishing momentum even tore the hooded cloak that covered the body into pieces and burned it into a ball of ashes, revealing a slightly thin but crystal clear and flawless body inside.

As if the body was carved out of a single piece of crystal marrow, a symbol of crossed eyes was stamped squarely on the position of the heart.

Under the steam of the spiritual flames, the crossed eyes seemed to roar out from the heart of the silver-eyed boy and float high into the air.

Seeing the crossed eyes, the demon god "Uzumaki" showed a weirder expression than seeing the silver-eyed boy's psychic sword.

It took three steps back, pointed at Aji's heart, and screamed: "So it's you! You're the one -"

"You know too much." Aji said coldly.

The blazing psychic sword fell heavily.

It's obviously nothing fancy, just a simple blow to the head.

However, the sword light split at the moment it fell, as if there were hundreds of sword lights from the front, back, left, right, up and down, and from hundreds of different angles, striking at the "whirlpool" of the demon god at the same time.

There was no way to avoid the whirlpool, and he was immediately hit.

Hundreds of sword rays flashed away and all penetrated into its body.

The hot breath that filled the room also disappeared without a trace in an instant.

It seemed as if everything that happened a moment ago was just an unbearable nightmare.

Aji put away his knife and looked at the whirlpool coldly.

"It turns out to be you, no wonder..."

The whirlpool showed an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, something like a cry but not a cry.

It stretched out its strange, deformed and twisted hands that were stuck together with mucus, and stretched out tremblingly toward the silver-eyed boy, as if it wanted to touch the cross-eye tattoo on Aji's chest.

Aji looked at him coldly, his face was pale and he said nothing.

—————

The knife just now had exhausted all the young man's fresh body and spiritual power. He was in a long cooling and recovery period.

However, one knife is enough.

The movement of the demon god "Whirlpool" froze.

Its deformed hand was clearly only one finger away from Aji's chest.

If you just stretch out your hand again, you can pierce the boy's heart.

But from the depths of the criss-crossed wounds all over its body, clusters of ominous red light emerged.

It was as if magma had followed the silver-eyed boy's blade and poured into its body. It was flowing freely, destroying the blood vessels, nerves, muscles, bones, tendons... and even every cell of the body in a destructive manner.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

When thousands of red rays of light shot out from the depths of the wound, tearing the body of the demon god "Whirlpool" into pieces and tearing it into pieces, no matter how much its mucus stuck together, it could not put the pieces of flesh back together.

Its limbs were waving wildly like a poisonous snake with broken bones, and were quickly devoured by blazing flames.

In the fierce flames, the body of the demon god "Whirlpool" scrambled to escape in the form of transparent mucus.

However, under the burning flames, it was quickly burned to a black color, became burnt and crispy, and lost its ever-changing and random flowing characteristics.

The demon god "Whirlpool" made a sharp scream.

The transparent slime kept bursting out of the blackened pastry shell, but was swallowed up by the hot pursuit of the flames again and again, burned again, and lost its activity.

It wasn't until all the mucus was forced out of the burning corpse and burned into a large ball of black charcoal that all vitality was lost, that Aji breathed a sigh of relief.

He really wanted to add another blow to this charred mess.

But the spiritual flames all over his body had been completely consumed, and even the flesh and blood of his entire right arm had been torn apart, with tiny cracks appearing on the bones.

After all, the power at the peak of the heavenly realm cannot be easily exerted by this young body that has not even grown feathers!

Aji laughed to himself.

His expression was completely different from what Meng Chao saw.

He looked at the broken mechanical arms on the ground.

I want to find a few handy weapons and high-concentration disinfectants to completely eliminate the "whirlpool" that curled up into a black ball of coke.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a scream erupted from the black coke mass.

"Snapped!"

The "whirlpool" of the demon god dormant in the charred shell, in the form of hundreds of black slime droplets, scattered everywhere and splashed everywhere.

Aji's pupils suddenly contracted.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, he jumped behind the medical cabin at lightning speed and avoided most of the black slime attacks.

Only my left arm was accidentally stained with a drop of black mucus.

The black mucus "hissed" and instantly stretched out countless thin and long tentacles, piercing hard into Aji's flesh and blood.

It looked like a black leech whose activity had been increased a hundred times. Half of it had already penetrated Aji's arm and was about to disappear between Aji's flesh and blood.

Aji had no expression on his face. He casually picked up a scalpel that had fallen apart from the robotic arm, inserted it into his arm without hesitation, and cleanly cut out a large piece of flesh and blood, along with the black mucus inside, and threw it far to the ground.

The black mucus quickly contaminated the entire piece of flesh and blood.

The tentacles crisscrossed like nerves and blood vessels, completely taking over the functions of this piece of flesh and blood.

It is conceivable that if Aji hadn't made a prompt decision, this drop of black mucus would most likely have followed his blood vessels to his brain, continued to grow on his cerebral cortex, and eventually occupied his brain.

Unfortunately, now, the black slime can only hold this piece of flesh and twitch in vain.

It also realized it had failed again.

Holding the flesh and blood, he screamed angrily, jumped up and down, and squirmed towards Aji again.

Aji spat coldly.

Ignoring the bloody wound on his arm, he picked up a can of liquid nitrogen injector from the corner.

This thing was originally used to deal with out-of-control monsters.

It's just right for dealing with "whirlpools".

"Tskttttttttttttttttt!"

Liquid nitrogen at nearly two hundred degrees below zero turned into ice mist and spewed out, freezing the bouncing minced meat and the mucus inside into ice lumps.

The rest of the black slime sensed the cold chill and realized that something was wrong, and they all screamed and fled around.

However, Aji caught up with them one by one and sprayed liquid nitrogen wildly, freezing them all.

Then, Aji picked up the two robotic arms, like swinging two sledgehammers, smashing all the mucus that was frozen into ice lumps.

He originally wanted to find sharper weapons and potions to deal with the shiny debris on the ground.
To be continued...