Chapter 32 Bloody Spirit Gourd

The sky was instantly covered with blood, and a terrible breath rose to the sky. The eight people were all shocked. Countless lights flashed, blocking the breath one after another. The expression was quite nervous, and the face showed a solemn color.

"This is..." Mrs. Cui opened her little mouth, her eyes wide open, and her hands subconsciously protected her in front of her, muttering to herself.

"Impossible?" The man in the imperial suit also tightened his eyebrows and opened his eyes angrily, with an unexpected look.

The other six people are similar. Obviously, they are very surprised by such a scene. I don't know what to do.

If people see it, they will be shocked. These eight people are all famous people in the immortal world. They have been cultivating immortals for many years, which makes these people look so extraordinary. I'm afraid it's extraordinary.

At this time, the poisonous sky cliff is like a blood pool. Under the absorption of the giant vine, there are not many living creatures. Maybe I think that Xia Houtian's group is difficult to deal with. The giant vine's offensive has slowed down a lot. The attack on monsters and poisons is more sharp, and monsters and poisons will die tragically at any time.

The giant iron-backed golden dragonfly and the three-eyed sky leopard were under pressure and had to unite to resist the giant vine. Unfortunately, the two sides have been feuded for a long time, and they could not be calmed down for a moment. With the cooperation, they were slightly unfamiliar and barely resisted the attack of the giant vine.

It seemed that it had been absorbed enough. The sky turned red in an instant, and the bloody air permeated the spiritual realm. The giant vine stopped attacking and slowly withdrew to the ground until the brown gourd fell to the ground.

The brown gourd kept shaking, slowly breaking away from the giant vine and falling aside. The giant vine seemed to have completed its mission, instantly turned into a blue light, and disappeared into the depths of the ground.

"Blood Sacrifice?" Two words appeared in Xia Houtian's mind, but after all, it was the first time he saw it, and he was not sure.

The theory of blood sacrifice originated from ancient times. In order to increase the power of the magic weapon, immortals killed countless people on the day of refining and fed them with blood. However, it has long been lost in today's immortal cultivation world. In addition, it has not been controlled, so Xia Houtian was not sure for a while.

The danger in front of him seemed to have disappeared. The giant iron-backed golden centipe first reacted, and thousands of feet kept sliding, making a squeaky sound, and rushed towards the gourd.

The three-eyed panther also reacted, roared, kicked his hind legs, and rushed to the gourd. The speed was so fast that it caught up with the iron-backed golden dragonfly in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this in the iron-backed golden dragonfly's eyes, the back tail swings to the left, like a sharp thorn, stabbing the abdomen of the three-eyed sky leopard, and the tail hook green light swallowed uncertainly, obviously very poisonous.

A cold light appeared in the eyes of the three-eyed sky leopard. His hind legs were raised, and his sharp fingers stretched out, like sleeve arrows, flying out to solve the attack of the iron-backed golden centipede.

The sharp finger hit the tail hook and made a light sound. The attack of the iron-backed golden dragonfly was delayed a little, which won the time for the three-eyed leopard.

Unexpectedly, the iron-backed golden centipede turned around, and the sharp serrated teeth bit the head of the three-eyed sky leopard, and saliva kept flowing out of its mouth, emitting a stench.

In a critical situation, the three-eyed panopard's eyes flashed, and he jumped aside. He jumped on the back of the iron-backed golden dragonfly. He waved his claws, and his five fingers burst into a fierce cold light, hitting the back of the iron-backed golden dragonfly.

With a few "chirps", under the pain, the iron-backed golden dragonfly couldn't help shaking his body, trying to drop the enemy.

The three-eyed panther collected as soon as it was good, and his hind feet stepped out violently, pulled up from the ground, rushed to the gourd, and prepared to get the treasure when the iron-backed golden centipede was injured.

The iron-backed golden centipede is not good. It is taken the lead by the enemy and does not hesitate. The tail hook is stuck to the ground, the person stands up, and the poisonous light of the golden centipede bursts out, trying to destroy the gourd.

The three-eyed leopard, who was not good at it, then turned around and closed his eyes. On his forehead and between his eyes, a gap suddenly cracked, and a strange scarlet eye appeared in front of everyone.

"Is this the legendary divine eye? This leopard is so talented that he is not a leader. It can't be underestimated.

In ancient times, there was a method of refining called the Dead Silence Method, which was made from the third order of the three-eyed panther. After refining with the secret method, it was integrated into the human body. It was powerful and loved by many immortals. As a result, the three-eyed panopard family was destroyed.

The three eyes of the three-eyed leopard appeared, and countless gray qi gathered in the eyes. With a loud roar, a gray light shot out of the eyes, facing the poisonous light of the iron-backed golden dragonfly.

I saw the gray glare and the golden green glare bombarded together. The melting sound of "sneer" sounded, and the two beams of light did not give in to each other, and they were deadlocked for a while.

"Good opportunity." Wu Yuan was overjoyed, and his true anger broke out. Between a few shakes, it was only a hundred meters away from the gourd.

There are no fewer people who think the same as Wu Yuan, and all of them rushed to the gourd, with red eyes, showing greed.

The iron-backed golden dragonfly and the three-eyed Tianbao also found these uninvited guests, but both sides tried their best to attack separately, so they had to order the rest to take them and block these immortals.

Wu Yuan rushed to the front and saw a monster blocking him. The flying sword shot out. In a few breaths, he cut the blocking monster under the sword, and his body continued to run towards the gourd.

And Zhao Qian was not soft. The golden bell in her hand flew out and made a light sound. Several people who were about to approach Wu Yuan suddenly felt dizzy and their speed was reduced.

Wuyuan took the opportunity to gain an advantage. He wanted to get the gourd, and his face was full of excitement.

Unfortunately, Xia Houtian will not let him get what he wants. The Qingsong sword has long been hidden. When Wu Yuan relaxed, he burst out. With a "bang", a left arm stayed next to the gourd. Wu Yuanfei retreated to Zhao Qian's side, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

Seeing Wu Yuan retreat, Xia Houtian recalled Qingsong, circled beside him, and said, "What do you mean, Zhao Qian? You actually made a sneak attack."

At this time, everyone's feeling of dizziness was greatly reduced, and they cursed one after another. Zhao Qian was furious for a while, but after all, she took action in front of him and did not answer. She just protected Wu Yuan and did not let anyone interrupt his healing.

Seeing that the effect was achieved, Xia Houtian burst out another amazing sentence, talking about Zhao Qian's murder of his peers.

After hearing this, everyone was shocked. The murder of the same family was not bad, but Zhao Qian's decision was recognized by an immortal cultivater, which was the infamous secret art of the immortal world - the soul art.

This method is extremely cruel, but it is a secret method to control the three souls and one soul of the immortals. It is the greatest torture for immortals to make immortals who can't be reincarnated or really die.

Several immortals who were originally close to Wu Yuan and Zhao Qian couldn't help shivering, as if a cold breath came out behind them. Thinking about it, they felt afraid and accused Wu Yuan one after another. Since then, Wu Yuan and Zhao Qian have been completely isolated.

Wu Yuan also recovered a little at this time and said to Xia Houtian, "Xia Houtian, we have admitted it today, but don't be complacent. I will come to you again. Let's go." The black and white glare flashed, and Wu Yuan and Zhao Qian disappeared in front of everyone.

Xia Houtian was on guard. He didn't expect Wuyuan to be prepared for this. He was seized by Wuyuan to escape. He regretted it and secretly said that he was still inexperienced.

In fact, what Wu Yuan said when he left did not pay attention to Xia Houtian. He can defeat him once today, and he is not afraid of him every day, but it is just a little obstacle on the road to immortality.

If Wu Yuan knew that Xia Houtian thought so, I'm afraid he would vomit three liters of blood and be so angry that he couldn't speak.

In fact, Wu Yuan did not go far. What he used just now was just a sign of earth, and he could only teleport the distance of a hundred miles. If Xiahou Tian had a heart, he could catch up for a moment.

"Brother, the ancestor's business can't be completed. What should I do?"

Zhao Qian's tears fell on Wu Yuan's face. Wu Yuan gently brushed the tears from the corners of his eyes with his right hand and hugged her and said, "It's okay. The ancestor has my own talk. Trust me if everything will be fine."

It seemed to feel the gentleness in Wu Yuan's words. Zhao Qian crawled in Wu Yuan's arms and quietly experienced this warm moment.

"Ah" Zhao Qian undoubtedly pulled Wu Yuan's wound. Wu Yuan couldn't help shouting. Zhao Qian hurriedly stood up, and Gan Lin's curse continued to stop Wu Yuan's bleeding.

"Brother, it's all my fault. You are still injured. I'll take you to find a place to heal your wounds."

Wu Yuan did not speak, and there was rare tenderness in his eyes. Zhao Qian's face turned red and helped him walk forward.

Qianfeng Mountain, thousands of blood spirits abroad

There were frequent visions over the thousand-blooded spiritual realm, and more and more immortals gathered here. However, after seeing the first eight people, they all looked at it from a distance. The place where the eight people were located was like a forbidden place, and no one dared to cross half an inch.

"Old ghost, look at this scene, it's like the method of blood, but have you guessed what it is, and it shows such a scene?"

"Well, that's what I said, but after all, it's just like. You can't even see it. How can I know?"

"You, hum••••••"

The emperor's man and the old man in black robe were like two gunpowder barrels. There was nothing else but a fight, and the other six people smiled bitterly.

Mrs. Cui didn't seem to see anything. She asked, "Old man, if you know something, just say it. Let's refer to it together. It's much better than doing nothing."

A middle-aged man with a huge sword also echoed, "Yes, old ghost, say it quickly."

"Oh, I said, you, a self-proclaimed swordsman, have been angry with Mrs. Cui."

"You••••••" The man with the sword is anxious, pointing his two fingers to the sky, the law turns, and the huge sword flies out and attacks the satirical person.

The old man in a green and white Taoist robe waved his right hand, and the dust in his hand turned into fine silk and flew out. He entangled the huge sword, turned it back, and said in his mouth, "Brother Wuji is angry. Huoling Taoist friend is just unintentional words. It's not necessary."

The man with the sword slowed down and said, "Since Brother Qingyun has spoken, let's forget it. If there is a next time, I will definitely let him know the power of my Tianxing Sword."

When Huo Ling saw that the man with the sword was so arrogant, his anger surged up, frowned, his beard rose, and said, "Well, you swordsman, I'm afraid that you can't do it. Come on, you and I fight for three thousand rounds. Whoever retreats, he is not a human."

The already easing situation suddenly became tense, and the other people persuaded them to put the overall situation first, which separated the two. However, looking at their expressions, I'm afraid they will not be good, and they will not give up without winning or losing.

"What, what's the movement?"