The huge phantom that conjured up behind the blood river also put his fingers together and slowly clicked out.

Under a finger, the mountains and rivers changed drastically, the sky was dark, and there was a thunderstorm rolling in the distance, making a rumbling sound, and a great earthquake trembled, and the situation seemed to be descending from heaven.

The air around was paused, and then it swirled towards that finger, that look, just like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, ten thousand ways returning to the sect, the vitality of heaven and earth was emptied, even in the four weak plants, that little bit of vitality was not let go, and the heaven and earth were still, all turned into that huge finger.

"One finger shatters!"

The river of blood murmured, as if his entire body had been hollowed out, and his entire soul had attached to that finger.

There is no river of blood, no more heaven and earth, there is only the thick fingers like the coming of heaven.

Zhao Jiye, who was standing on the outermost side, closed his eyes painfully, three hundred and twelve years of long years, turned into countless pictures, shaking in front of his eyes, and finally froze in the present, the power of the fingers of the blood river, as if he returned to the past, back to the years when he had just begun to cultivate, a young monk who had just started, the coercion found from the elders of the sect, just like now, it was a kind of distance between ants and elephants, and the gap between mortals facing Xuandan monks was separated by a huge chasm.

That chasm comes from the depths of the heart, irreversible, irresistible, and without the slightest disobedience.

A sad mood permeated the hearts of all people, and the flu spread to all people so quickly that there was no thought of resistance in life.

The heart, sinking, sinking, sinking, until it sank into the depths of the glacier of five thousand meters, then it was sealed, then it was frozen to death, and then there was no feeling at all.

"It's just a small martial art, it's not a magical power, show off your big-headed ghost!"

Suddenly, a voice like rolling thunder exploded in the hearts of Zhao Jiye and all the other monks, making them stunned for a moment, like a spring breeze, the frozen hearts began to wake up, began to rise, and a warm feeling spread from the bottom of their hearts and flowed to their limbs, making them suddenly full of strength.

Looking up, a blood-red figure appeared in front of everyone, with sword eyebrows obliquely inserted into the sideburns, a red face, a straight nose, and long fiery red hair, as if

The morning sun fluttered slowly in the breeze, and the body of one meter eighty-five was like a blood-dripping javelin, straight into the sky.

The red figure also stretched out his right hand, his index finger and middle finger together, and directly slammed back at the finger that came from the blood river.

"Boom!"

The two fingers collided with each other with an earth-shattering sound, as if two high-speed trains had collided together, and a thick smoke visible to the naked eye quickly dispersed towards the side of the blood river with the center of the impact point.

The rocks flew, the earth splashed, and the entire ground was scraped down a two-meter-thick layer, and in addition to the vaporization, the soil layer formed an earthy yellow dragon, spinning and retreating with the body of the blood river.

All this is a long story, but it doesn't take more than half a stick of incense to happen.

The condensation of this martial art in the blood river requires a lot of preparation, because this is originally the martial art of the Immortal Venerable, with his Immortal King cultivation, if he does not summon the phantom behind him, he will not be able to perform it at all, and at the same time, he will not be able to use it at all if he does not drink two mouthfuls of blood qi liquid.

It was precisely because Mu Ping calculated this that he dared to take the risk of condensing a **.

This has just condensed out**, although it is still very fragile, far less excellent than the body, the body has been refined into the golden skin of the mortal body, but the second ** formed by this blood-colored coral is really not to be underestimated, not only the whole body is blood-red, crystal clear, and extremely tough, but also has its own meridians, with great room for growth, that is to say, if Mu Ping cultivates the immortal refining technique, this ** is likely to cultivate the emperor body or the immortal body.

Coupled with the anti-heaven curative effect of the Seven Turns Complex Body Pill, Mu Ping not only succeeded in refining a ** body in less than half a pillar of incense, but also used that blood and gas liquid to water it so that he suddenly had the strength of the late stage of the tree soul, and his combat power was close to the peak of the Immortal Venerable of the Doomsday God Realm.

In the body, eleven saplings of one foot and two feet high are waving in the wind, each sapling is thirteen leaves, and the twelfth sapling also has a vague prototype, two golden halos, but also emitting a bright light, bursts of Sanskrit sound and twilight drums, like fairy music, played in Mu Ping's dantian, peaceful and elegant.

He felt empowered.

The anger and gore in that blood qi were all refined, turned into bubbling yuan power, flowing in one hundred and seven meridians, more than the original flesh

There is one more in his body, and if he is willing, the one hundred and eighth meridian can be opened in minutes. At that time, I am afraid that the combat capability of leapfrogging will be raised to a new height.

"Hmm!"

Mu Ping nodded slightly, in this Doomsday God Realm, now, he finally has the power to protect himself.

As soon as the spiritual power moved, the radiation range suddenly reached a terrifying 1,300 miles.

It's a great feeling to have everything under control!

Because the blood river has already performed an attack on the peak of the Immortal Venerable, so in a short period of time, although he swallowed a large mouthful of blood, but he used another finger to break the Qiankun, and its effect will inevitably be greatly reduced. Yuan Shen flew out in a panic, and wanted to escape after a while, but Mu Ping reached out and sucked it into his hand, made two seals, and put it in the ring.

This old boy's summoning technique can be said to be extremely rebellious, especially his last finger shattering, which can be called a masterpiece in martial arts, even Mu Ping is itchy when he sees it, he must hold it in his hand, this can be regarded as compensation for this old boy who hurt his soul body.

"Congratulations to the master!"

Zhao Jiye and others, who woke up from the shock, stepped forward one after another, clasped their fists and bowed deeply, such a moment of work, their mood is like a roller coaster, rolling up and down, is this the rhythm of scaring people to death.

"Alas, God will not bless me, God will not bless my descendants of exiles!"

When everyone was in high spirits, suddenly, a heart-rending howl suddenly sounded in mid-air, Ding Hao knelt in the void, his hands raised high, that look, like a mysterious tribe of witches, begging the gods to give him strength.

"Whew-"

A gust of wind blew, and a thin cloud like a lead suddenly appeared in the sky, and the clouds became thicker and thicker, and finally the vulture began to rotate clockwise, turning faster and faster, and within two hundred breaths, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the sky, covering an area of more than ten thousand miles.

"What the hell is this?"

Including Mu Ping, everyone was stunned by this scene.