Han Xiaoning thought that his ancestor Qingshan Zhenren's cultivation was not low, but after the fall, he only retained a part of his divine consciousness and placed it on the spirit stone. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But I've never seen him attack, just because his divine sense can't store spiritual power, let alone attack.

Therefore, Han Xiaoning didn't believe that the three generations of the Spirit Blood Sect's ancestors could really launch such a powerful attack with the divine sense that resided in others! There must be other problems.

And the ancestor of the Meng family once told her that some cultivators who cultivated to be powerful could take away other people's bodies, even demon beasts, but he didn't bother to do so.

If the three generations of ancestors of the Meng family are really the case of taking away the house, then there is another problem that cannot be explained clearly, after the sacrifice, even the once powerful monk cultivation will fall to the level of the person who is sacrificed.

She also fought with that man just now, and it was clear that it was only the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage, but at this moment, the cultivation of this Spirit Blood Sect Ancestor was unfathomable, which was also wrong. So, this only shows one thing, he is lying, he is not a state of spirit at all.

Han Xiaoning was not interested in debunking whether the Blood Spirit Son was in the state of a divine soul, but she was still willing to think and do it when she could watch the other party feel uncomfortable.

"It seems that you really can't stay!" said the Blood Spirit Son, a pair of blood-colored hands slowly stretched out, and Han Xiaoning saw a blood skeleton slowly condensed, growing in size, and roared, wanting to break free from the Blood Spirit Son's control.

"See, this is my puppet, do you really think that the puppets of the Spirit Blood Sect are just simple skeletons with no thinking? That would be very wrong, the real puppets should be this kind of living, thinking, high-level skeletons, they can not only attack the enemy, but also devour the enemy's spirit. Blood Lingzi said this deliberately, just to see Han Xiaoning's panicked face.

"Sure enough, this thing will also be upgraded, you are indeed a little more too much than other Spirit Blood Sect disciples, no wonder it is their ancestor!" Han Xiaoning looked at the blood-colored skeleton, and felt a faint bad feeling in his heart.

"It's useless for you to say more now, my blood-colored skeleton also has a characteristic, that is, it can devour the spiritual power of the magic weapon, let the magic weapon be polluted, and finally break through the defense. Blood Lingzi said so and glanced at Han Xiaoning.

"Do you think that just this broken skeleton can break through the defenses given by my master?" Han Xiaoning said with a smile, with mockery in his eyes, but he actually had no bottom in his heart. She didn't know that the defense given by Master Mo Zifeng was still there, after all, she really didn't have any magic weapon for defense.

"Let's wait and see if we can!" said Blood Lingzi, and with a wave of his palm, the skeleton rushed towards Han Xiaoning.

Han Xiaoning slammed her hands in front of her face, she knew that she had no extra resistance, so she could only try her luck, fortunately, she was lucky, a burst of light shone, and the blood-colored skeleton was blocked from her body. Han Xiaoning looked at the protection of the five-colored light emanating from his body, and his heart warmed, the master really made the most perfect preparations before going to fight.

But because of this, Han Xiaoning was even more uneasy, his master was fighting against the strange mask in the sky, she didn't know what the situation of her master Mo Zifeng was now? While fighting against the Blood Spirit Son, Han Xiaoning had been uneasy, just because Mo Zifeng and An Hongyun were fighting against the mask at the same time, and she had a bond in her heart.

Seeing that the blood-colored skeleton could not break through Han Xiaoning's defenses, Blood Lingzi's eyes became a little dark. Sure enough, Mo Zifeng is unfathomable, if he can control Han Xiaoning, I don't know if Mo Zifeng will tell the secret of his immortality? If he succeeds, then all this will be worth it.

It turned out that this Blood Spirit Son had run out of Shouyuan hundreds of years ago, and it should have fallen, but Blood Spirit Son discovered a secret book in the Blood Spirit Sect in his early years, and learned how to save the last trace of vitality from being detected by the Heavenly Thunder. So the Blood Spirit Son hid his body in a cloud of blood mist and hid his cultivation, hoping to escape the punishment of the Heavenly Tribulation.

During this period, he divided a part of his divine consciousness, and always looked for young people with excellent spiritual roots, lured them into his own flesh, and manipulated them with pills and spirit stones. At the same time, the hidden blood mist was carried by the young people, so that he could control the opponent's body and attack at any time.

Don't look at Han Xiaoning is fighting against the Blood Spirit Son, in fact, the Blood Spirit Child's body has not appeared, and that blood mist is the magic weapon that isolates the Heavenly Dao's visitation ability and hides the Blood Spirit Son well.

And the Blood Spirit Son came here and used a strategy to make everyone persecute Mo Zifeng, hoping to let him fall into a deep sleep in advance, just to know the secret of Mo Zifeng's immortality. That's right, Blood Lingzi had already noticed Mo Zifeng, and knew that he had passed a thousand years of life, and he had not ascended, but he was alive and well.

He is envious, he is jealous, he is also avoiding the thunder, he wants to live, why is he just struggling to survive, he can't see people, Mo Zifeng can live openly? He wants to know the secret of survival!

Therefore, he wants to sow discord, and use Mengchen Zhenren to lure out the powerful demon beast Spirit Rabbit, take it for himself, and then go to fight against Mo Zifeng. Unexpectedly, something happened.

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At this moment, Mo Zifeng and An Hongyun were fighting against that strange mask, and for a while, the sky was surging, and the monks of the entire Dongluo Continent all looked up with a feeling, they felt fear and felt powerful spiritual power fluctuations. And when the mask faced Mo Zifeng, he was also taken aback, he didn't expect Mo Zifeng's cultivation to be so profound.

"Who the hell are you?" The mask already sensed that Mo Zifeng's cultivation was not even weaker than the Immortal Venerable level, and if he fought against it, he would not be able to get any benefit.

"You are a timid villain, and you are not qualified to know who I am?" Mo Zifeng said so, the more he fought, the more excited he became, the spiritual power of his whole body had been mobilized forty percent, and he had not fought with people so heartily for a long time.

"I only need this spirit rabbit, if you don't stop me, I will release you, a monk full of mountains. The mask said this, discussing with Mo Zifeng.

"I think there's one thing you've gotten wrong, and now you're not qualified to bargain with me. Mo Zifeng said softly, looking down on this mask. It's just opportunistic and disgraceful ways to get in.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you, I just don't want to lose both, if I show my true strength, you won't be able to bear it. The mask said with a faint confidence.

"Your real strength? Are you sure it's really your strength? It's just a blood sacrifice method, and others can't see it!" Mo Zifeng said, with a faint mockery in his eyes.

"You, how did you know the method of blood sacrifice?!" There was a little panic on that face, and he never thought that Mo Zifeng would know the name of this spell.

"The method of blood sacrifice, sacrificing other people's lives, leading the demon clan to appear. You are just hiding in the demon clan now, what is there to be arrogant. Mo Zifeng said lightly, his face did not change at all.