Chapter 34 Surrounded by Four Arms Blood
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"Ah-"
After the blood spirit was wrapped in the middle of the chaotic airflow formed by the seven-color stream of light and the blue wind and snow, it only made a miserable cry, and then it was silent. Only the black-and-white chaotic airflow was boiling rapidly, as if it was rapidly stirred by an invisible big hand, bringing waves of countercurrents in the void. It makes the whole space seem to be a little unstable. From time to time, a space storm passes through the void, which makes the explosion more violent after adding chaotic airflow.
After half an hour, the steaming chaotic airflow began to gradually recover, and the void that would break from time to time slowly began to repair itself.
"Cough..."
In the sharp cough, the blood spirit showed its body in the calm void. However, at this time, the blood spirit did not have the momentum that had just wanted to capture the green wind and snow, and then raised it. The scorpion tail behind it completely broke from the middle, and a stream of blue blood kept appearing from it, too late to dripping into The earth turned into nothingness, and the four arms ruptured more than one opening. A stream of blue blood emerged from the void and then disappeared.
What is even more shocking is that the four weapons that were held tightly in the four arms of the blood spirit were completely broken from the back of the knife. The blood-colored knife, which was originally extremely domineering, turned into a sad knife; the bloody domineering long gun was even more pitiful, and the head of the gun was completely turned into nothingness. At this time, there is no shadow of a long gun, which is completely as ugly as a black thin stick. As for the bloody axe, most of the axe blade has somehow melted. At this time, the huge axe is really not an axe, but a four-unlike, and the bloody light on it is also extremely dim; the last blood-colored long The whip is the saddest, because when the petals formed by the seven-color streamer explode, it was the time when a whip shadow formed by the blood-colored whip completely wrapped the seven-colored flower, so the blood-colored whip was completely burst open. At this time, there was no shadow of a whip in the blood-colored whip, completely turned into a short thin The stick was held tightly in the hands of the blood spirit.
The unicorn on the top of the head was also completely broken, and the blue blood dripping from the top of the head, reflecting the gloomy face of the blood spirit, seemed more and more ferocious!
"I hate it!" Xue Ling sighed and cursed loudly: "I didn't expect such a woman to have the seven-color flower of Qianfeng Zun 3,000 years ago, and the most speechless thing is that the Qianfeng old monster has completely integrated his cultivation into the seven-color flower. It's really annoying!"
"Hey..."
After cursing for a moment, the blood spirit's mood gradually stabilized, so he staggered to the ground and looked at the "Fengyue Liuxiangzong" that was completely turned into ruins. When he was about to sit down cross-legged, his face suddenly changed, looking at the distance in the void, and his prism-shaped nose was slightly He shook slightly, and then Xue Ling's face suddenly changed greatly. Regardless of his injury, his face turned white and spit out a large mouthful of blue blood. His body turned into a escape light and hurriedly ran away into the distance.
After a while, a black whirlwind-like object flew from the distant void. After reaching the ruins of the "Wind and Moon Stream Fragrant Sect", the black whirlwind finally stopped, from which a large number of monks appeared. It was the wind Yang Zhenjun who came to look for the blood. Pedestrian
"Hateful!" Looking at the "Wind and Moon Stream Fragrant Sect" turned into ruins, the young Yuanying monk's face was full of chagrin and began to curse the bloody brutality. Instead, Situ Lang, who had been silent, took a few steps forward and looked at the mountain gate of the "Wind and Moon Flow Fragrant Sect" turned into ruins, with a look. Suddenly, there was a trace of gloomy and sighed in a low voice: "It's a pity that a generation of beauty has really disappeared! Hey..."
The black whirlwind on Fengyang Zhenjun's head slowly rotated. The divine light burst out of his eyes. After looking through the void around him, he said lightly: "The explosion just now was caused by the green wind and snow, the suzerain of Fengyue Liuxiang Sect. I'm afraid it must be blood spirits that can make her launch seven-color flowers. . Moreover, depending on the situation, the blood spirit has not escaped for too long, and there is still the smell of blue jade blood unique to the high-level monks of the devil's way..."
"Henix-colored flowers!" Before Feng Yangzhenjun finished speaking, Jian Zhenren asked in shock, and then said to himself, "Isn't the seven-color flower one of the legendary Xuantian spiritual treasures? Moreover, his master is the famous monk Qianfeng Venerable thousands of years ago. After the fall of Qianfeng Venerable, he is even more unknown. Why is it in the hands of Qingfengxue now?
"Hey!" Feng Yangzhenjun sighed when he heard Jian Zhenren's words, and then looked around at the many monks who listened to him and whispered, "This kind of thing should not be said, but since you asked, I also said that the apprentice of Qianfeng's Venerable was Qingfengxue, but Qianfeng's Venerable did not know why he liked it. His apprentice, so, under his inner guilt, he gave his seven-color flowers of Xuantian Lingbao to his apprentice, and also melted his defensive Lingbao poisonous dragon armor into a kit and gave it to Qingfengxue, and then went to fight against his enemies. As a result, it naturally fell, but our group The old man suspected that the guy may have specifically wanted to die, but it is a pity that a generation of masters finally fell to the end of the fall. You know, after the Three Holy Disasters, there was no major damage to his body. Qianfeng is the only monk who can fully advance through the disaster period!"
"Ah!"
After hearing Feng Yang Zhenjun's words, many monks in the Yuanying period were shocked. They didn't expect that there would be such a secret in it. If it hadn't been for the old divine monks like Fengyang Zhenjun, I'm afraid no one would have known! Unfortunately, no one noticed that when Situ Lang heard Feng Yang Zhenjun's words, there was a trace of darkness and determination in his eyes.
"Okay!" Fengyang Zhenjun didn't want to talk about this matter anymore. He said loudly to many Yuanying monks around him: "As one of the Xuantian spiritual treasures, although it blew itself up from Qingfengxue, a Yuanying monk, its power is also good. Judging from all kinds of signs, the blood spirit is definitely seriously injured. We must Take the opportunity to find the blood spirit, otherwise once this opportunity is missed, it will definitely make us regret it. Now listen to my orders!"
"Yes!" Many monks bowed and replied.
"The Tongming Taoist took ten infant monks to this east to look for it. If you find the blood spirit, don't fight hard. As long as you launch the secret skill in the beautiful sword to temporarily trap the blood spirit, I will definitely arrive later!"
"Yes!" After the Tongming Taoist group hurriedly bowed and agreed, they flew to the east, shot the divine consciousness along the way, and began to explore.
Feng Yangzhenjun then arranged: "Jian Zhenren took ten Yuanying monks to the north. If he finds the blood spirit and directly launches the sword array, I believe that the blood spirit after serious injury will never escape from your sword array for the time being, but in a moment, I will definitely arrive!"
"Yes!" Jian Zhen and his party also agreed, and then began to fly to the north and began to explore.
Next, Situ Lang also took a group of people to explore the south. Fengyang Zhenjun went to the west alone. Suddenly, the sky was full of traces of many monks in the void, and the sky was flying in the sky for a moment.
At the same time, hiding under the ground not only a thousand miles away from Fengyang Zhenjun, the blood spirit breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was wise and fled to the ground early. Otherwise, if Fengyang Zhenjun and others found themselves in their state at this time, I'm afraid it would be really more and less auspicious!
However, the blood spirit did not find that his position was in the West when Fengyang Zhenjun arranged things, and the monks who searched the West were Fengyang Zhenjun. Under the leadership of Tongming Taoist people, Jianzhen and Situ Lang, other monks also began to slowly expand their scope, but in half a day, they were completely Surround the place where he is.
The blood spirit knelt in the hollow of the ground like a lion and carefully observed the movements of the surrounding monks, especially the movement of Fengyang Zhenjun. At this time, Fengyang Zhenjun slowly flew in the low sky and flew towards the direction of the blood spirit, less than a hundred feet away.
Under the strong self-pressure of the blood spirit's desire to sneak attack the true king, he took back all the power of his original spirit and lie dormant. However, this was only temporarily put away the human-eating fangs. At this time, the blood spirit seemed to have suffered the greatest humiliation in his life. His red eyes looked at many monks in the four directions with fierce light, and even more After thinking about this matter in my heart, these forced monks who can only hide underground will definitely not stay!
"sw--"
Fengyang Zhenjun's body passed over the ground where the blood spirit was located. The blood spirit found that the power of Fengyang Zhenjun's yuan god had swept over this place, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, when he was just a little relaxed, he saw that Fengyang Zhenjun, who had already flew through this place, did not return, but At the same time, the huge black whirlwind suddenly became bigger and completely covered the location of the blood spirit. Like the majestic wind of the world, it completely imprisoned the ground where the blood spirit was located. However, in an instant, when the blood spirit just raised his mind and was ready to escape, he found that the black whirlwind had already put himself with the surrounding land. Surrounded, as for the soil and sand around, hehe, for the power of the yuan god of the monks in the Huashen period, it is naturally just a gentle one. At this time, the blood spirit has completely become a demon imprisoned in the black whirlwind!
"Dayan Shenfeng!" The blood spirit said these words almost word by word, and a strong violence broke out in his tempered blood-colored eyes. Looking at Feng Yang Zhenjun, he smiled indifferently and nodded gently and said, "Yes, the Blood Spirit Demon Lord, since I hurriedly said goodbye 3,000 years ago, but I haven't seen you for a long time. It's really flam to think that you can still remember my move!"
The "whorp" sounded several times, and the monks searching in other directions surrounded far away under the leadership of Tongming Taoist, Jian Zhenren and Situ Lang, and the three of them surrounded the place where Fengyang Zhenjun and the Blood Spirit Demon Lord were located in a triangle. Some of the monks behind them could not be stopped. He shouted and shouted to let Feng Yang Zhenjun quickly kill the abominable demon, the blood spirit, especially the monk of Tongxianmen. If it hadn't been for the cold hum of the sword, I'm afraid he would have rushed up.
The blood spirit's reaction to the surrounding Yuanying monks was naturally clear. After pointing to the arm with the residual knife, he said to Feng Yang Zhenjun, "Feng Yang Zhenjun, do you think that after my blood spirit is injured, with those small Yuanying monks, you can firmly take me!"
Looking at the contemptuous smile of the blood spirit, Fengyang Zhenjun shook his hand slightly at the monks behind him, making them farther away from here. Looking at the Yuanying monks flying thousands of miles away under the leadership of Tongming Taoist, Jian Zhenren and Situ Lang, he smiled faintly at the blood spirit and said, "How is that possible? We dare not underestimate the famous blood demons in Wanmo Continent 3,000 years ago, not to mention those juniors, this time I brought them here mainly to let them see the world!"
Speaking of this, Fengyang Zhenjun's words changed, and he almost said with a sneer: "However, your appearance is a little amazing now! Haha..."
"You..." Xue Lingyao pointed to Fengyang Zhenjun, and then whispered, "Don't think that if I'm injured, you can beat me. If you know me, you will leave early, so as not to drag down your disciples in the future, otherwise, hum..."
Fengyang Zhenjun said seriously, "Don't say that you slaughtered tens of thousands of monks after getting out of trouble. Even if there is no such a deep blood feud, I won't let you go today. So, put away your insignificance. Today, let's see the real chapter from under your hands!"
As soon as the words fell, Feng Yangzhenjun did not wait for the blood demon to answer. His lips had already opened gently and spit out a word from his mouth:
"Destroy!"
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