Chapter 13 Believe in the Two Next

The blood color of the sky suddenly darkened, and the red sky turned purple red, and finally turned into crimson, just like deep black.

In the darkness, the wind rose with a long smile, and the land under his feet kept rising. A huge white-bone dragon broke out of the ground. It was nearly 15 meters high and had a wide physique. Under the ribs, a pair of slender and huge white bone wings stretched out. Between the swaying, the wind was strong.

The wind stands on the top of the head of the head in the wind, and behind him is a turbulent bloody storm, like an ancient god.

"I thought you were just a martial arts person, but I didn't expect to look down on you. There are treasures like Xumi mustard seeds. Tut, there is a powerful helper out of thin air." Feng Moli put his hands behind his back and looked down at his opponent under his feet, with an indifferent face.

When killing, he shouted angrily, "Bunuch, where did you get the mess? How dare you talk to the Lord like this?"

With a shrill roar, a tall body suddenly disappeared, like a wisp of light smoke, rushing straight to the wind in mid-air.

A fine steel dragon arm seemed to rub against the invisible wall, cracking out a cyan firelight, and a punch rose.

Feng Moli smiled coldly, "Do you dare to be arrogant with the power of qi and blood?"

With a wave of long sleeves, the white-bone dragon under his feet suddenly roared, and the ground under his feet collapsed and crashed into the flying one.

The two bumped into one place and roared.

Unexpectedly, although the body of the white bone dragon is vulnerable and can easily be smashed by the fine steel dragon arm, Sheng will always derive countless new bone spurs in the ground, which will be stacked into the body of the bone dragon and constantly repaired.

For a while, the strong killing was actually entangled by the white bone dragon, and the killing was insoluble.

In the middle of the sky, the wind stepped on the void, looking at Wu Pengwei like looking down at an ant.

"Kid, I'll give you two choices. One is to hand over your Sumina mustard treasure, submit to me, and be my partner. With my strength, it's enough to make Anchen erase all the previous unpleasantness and absorb you as a part of it."

Wu Pengwei asked, "Is there another choice?"

The corners of Feng Moli's mouth cracked, and his voice suddenly became as cold as ice: "There is another option that you can't live or die, and you will always be my flesh and blood doll."

Wu Pengwei smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I don't like either choice."

While speaking, the "Red Army" in his hand was held backwards, and his body sank slightly, surrounded by golden flames. A huge golden lion light and shadow gathered above his head and roared silently in the air.

"Japanese-character mysterious skills - one-in-one-one."

After months of hard practice, repeated study and improvement, and then with the blessing of the power of qi and blood, this fierce knife evaporates to the extreme.

A golden light like practice rose to the sky and cut the wind into two with the momentum of thunder.

The knife gas is mixed with the extremely sharp "red fire and mad gold gas", which tore everything into powder, and even the huge blood fog behind him is cut open for it, which is difficult to heal for a long time.

"I said before, your martial arts are of no use to me."

There was a erratic sound in the air, and the wind Moli's split body gradually closed in one place, intact as before. He looked at Wu Pengwei, and his eyes were full of undisguised sarcasm.

"I thought you would be an obedient ant, but now it seems that you are more suitable to be a blood puppet without a soul."

Feng Moli smiled coldly, and his body was divided into two, two and three again, and three were infinite. The sky was full of his blood-red figure.

"Blood Prison Fury"

As if the ghost summoned from the bottom of the Jiuyou Yellow Spring, the figure in the sky began to shake constantly, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Until the end, the sky was full of bloody shadows, and there was nothing else.

Wu Pengwei was struck by lightning and fell to the ground.

There was a blood color in my mind, turbid and sticky, covering all consciousness and feelings. I only felt that the whole person was trapped in a sea of blood, unable to extricate himself, and the blood was boundless, gradually surging up, and gradually losing his body.

Wu Pengwei felt a sense of uninvertent panic.

Such a sense of panic has never been generated by him. For a long time, with strong perseverance and hard practice, he has been helped by silver people in his mind. He has been constantly cutting off risks all the way, and his strength has advanced by leaps and bounds, defeating several powerful opponents.

It is true that this is inseparable from his perseverance and superb wisdom, but there are also many elements of luck in it.

As Xiang Ruolan said, if you are too lucky, you will have a sense of slackness in the battle and difficulties. The consequence is that once you face the difficult fighting environment, you will feel helpless.

Things that are too easy to get are often unbased.

Wu Pengwei is facing such a dilemma. He had a smooth journey and fought countless hardships, but he ended up with his own victory.

The only opponent who has not been defeated is Miao Wu, and he can't do anything to himself.

This made him subconsciously have a kind of contempt, and the heroes of the world are more than contempt.

Now he meets the big blood witch. This strange strength is unpredictable. He has a blood power that is completely different from the power of divine thoughts and martial arts qi and blood. All his magic weapons can't be used, which makes Wu Pengwei feel panicked for the first time in his life.

After all, he is just a teenager under the age of 17. No matter how patient he is, he is also vulnerable.

The bloody water came like a tide, and a feeling of suffocation came one after another.

Wu Pengwei was shocked, but after going through a hundred battles, he now sat cross-legged in the blood, urging the power of qi and blood of his whole body. The golden flames bloomed, and suddenly forced the incoming blood back a few points, revealing a vacuum zone of only three meters square.

With a radius of three meters, it has also become the last pure land of Wu Pengwei.

The bloody water went forward and followed, but Wu Pengwei's power of qi and blood was finally exhausted. What made him anxious was that the silver light man in his mind suddenly disappeared, and his brain was full of boundless blood color, covering the connection between him and the light man.

The power of the blood witch did not reveal its ferocious fangs until this time.

A black dragon rolled out and swallowed up most of the blood, but it was soon covered by the later blood, without a trace of spray.

A huge white phoenix flew up in the sky. Wherever it passed, the blood steamed like smoke, but the end of the flight was still boundless blood. After all, it fell into it and disappeared.

Wu Pengwei racked his brains and couldn't find the answer. The power of the mind can't fade the blood and water. He can only temporarily force it back. Once the mind is exhausted, the blood will come back, and the momentum is better than before. Although the power of qi and blood can keep within three meters of the body from attack, the power of qi and blood is also exhausted. At that time, it should What's good?

In the blood color, time and space have changed greatly, which is extremely slow.

This is a kind of power similar to "building the realm" in the divine mind. Although this power cannot be called a god, it is completely beyond the scope of human power, like a demigod.

How to defeat the enemy?

How to defeat the enemy?

How to defeat the enemy?

Wu Pengwei's heart became more and more impatient, and at this time, the bloody water seemed to feel his helplessness, surging up and turned into a turbulent storm to completely devour him.

At this moment, a sudden explosion in mid-air woke him up.

An ancient yellow bell appeared in the air, and a quiet sound came like a wave. When the bell rang, thousands of blood waves calmed down.

"Sister Xiang, you are so bold that you dare to break through my bloody realm. Aren't you afraid that I will devour your soul?"

In the boundless sea of blood, a pillar of blood rose to the sky, turning into an inseparable form with an angry look.

"Ha ha, good to say, Feng Moli, you are not afraid to attract the attention of Xuanyuan Wushi when dealing with a mortal with the blood mirror? That's the disaster of destroying the soul."

On the yellow ancient bell, there stood a graceful figure, which was Xiang Ruolan.

Feng Moli smiled coldly and put his hands behind him: "Well, those five old people are now at the time of a hundred-year pilgrimage. There is no time to pay attention to this mortal thing. Don't scare me. Since I dare to appear, Feng Moli has not been afraid of anyone for a long time."

Xiang Ruolan smiled like a flower, "Don't be so confident. There are many people in the world who can deal with your half-hearted power. The 'quirious person' of the 'killing sect' not far from here seems to be able to easily subdue you."

Feng Moli's expression changed, but he soon recovered as usual: "'Perman in peace'? Humph, isn't he dead yet? Even if he comes, I'll refine you and this boy first.

With a wave of his big arms, there were countless waves in the sea of blood, covering the sky and the sun.

Xiang Ruolan's expression was straight and urged the copper bell under her feet again. The copper bell is a treasure, and the voice is far away. With the help of the sound of the copper bell, Wu Pengwei, who sat cross-legged in the sea of blood, shouted: "Wu boy, this boundless sea of blood is false. It is born from the magic in the blood. You can't break it, and you will never get out. I can only help you with this. Everything depends on your creation.

After a word, Xiang Ruolan drove the bronze bell and broke through the air.

"Do you want to go? Isn't it that easy?"

Feng Moli smiled gloomedly, and a bloody simple knife was raised under his feet, and he chased after Ruolan.

In the sea of blood, the waves hit the sky.

Wu Pengwei sat cross-legged in it, and his heart was clear.

The sound of the ancient bell calmed him down, and Xiang Ruolan's words fell into his ears word for word.

"Everything is false, cutting off the heart demon? But where should this demon start from?

He calmed down, and his wisdom was born. He began to constantly recall the knowledge he had learned, the power of martial arts, the power of magic, all kinds of classics, and all kinds of mental methods, slowly stayed in the bottom of his heart like a water wave, clear and bright.

He constantly verified the knowledge he had learned and the current dilemma, and finally stayed on the outskirts of Wuwang City a year ago.

"Six rules of mental arithmetic" in the soul of the white-dressed creator.

The first micro-heart method allows him to clearly observe all the changes of the other party, capture the smallest loopholes, and make great progress in martial arts.

It's just that this second one is an inexplicable word that has troubled him so far.

"Only when you believe in your heart can you be unfavorable. Only when you have a sword in your heart can you cut through the thorns and cultivate swords, only in one thought."

The words that have troubled him for a year are like a thunderbolt, illuminating his lost direction.

At the same time, he recalled all the knowledge one by one, and finally condensed a strange seal.

The left and right hands overlap, like a half-spray lotus flower.

At the same time, countless golden flames bloomed on Wu Pengwei's body, and the "red fire and mad gold gas" spewed out, forcing more than half of the sea of blood back in an instant.

Not only that, after the golden flame, countless mysterious white qi and blood power bloomed. "Angry ice true qi" is like a sword of ice and snow, freezing all the bloody water wherever it passes.

Above the head, the black god of death and the god of life transformed into a black dragon and a white phoenix, rushed into the sea of blood and refined the blood, but there was no initial sense of fatigue and powerlessness.

At the feet of Wu Pengwei, who sat cross-legged, there was a huge lotus flower mixed with gold and white.

"What? Fuzang's real seal?"

Feng Moli's figure appeared again in the air, with a shocked face.

At this time, Wu Pengwei quietly opened his eyes.

On the sea of blood, there is a great storm.