The battle for blood and qi in the True Spirit Realm continued, but it all turned into small-scale and small-scale attacks, and everyone got into the jungle, some either set up traps to lurk, waiting for prey, or took the initiative to lure others over, etc., etc., in short, everyone was doing everything possible to try to kill more people.

Only Zhang Yi remained motionless after burrowing into the tree hole, and even completely incognito, resting.

Everyone above the fog pool in the four directions continued to pay attention to him, but as he breathed evenly, it was obvious that after entering a state of retreat, everyone felt a little bored.

The man hid himself.

Da Shenyi had already sat down, his face was gloomy, he drank the wine one by one, and he always stared in one direction, that is, where Zhang Yi was.

At the same time, after Zhang Yi retreated, he inexplicably found that there were two more energies and two aircurrents in his body, and after careful observation, he found that those two aircurrents and two energies were exactly the same as those Baguio and Huang Wuhua.

He was surprised, and then he instantly figured out that after killing someone else, in the dark, the other party's blood, energy, creation, etc., everything will be transferred to you, and even you don't have to devour him, you don't need to suck his blood, suck his work, as long as you kill him, you will get their blood energy.

Zhang Yi began to dissolve these two energies and began to merge with these two energies.

Just ten minutes later, the two energies were all absorbed by him, and all the blood qi became his own, and he saw that the giant spirit seedlings had grown taller, and his cultivation realm had also reached the realm of intermediate god venerable from the junior god venerable in one fell swoop.

Killing two people and making a small progress is a surprise.

"Boom~" Just when Zhang Yi had just finished digesting and pretending to continue to retreat and meditate, there was a sudden stirring on the tree he was on, and then a person landed on the trunk of the tree where he was hiding.

It fell, and it seemed that the injury was not light, and no one was chasing it.

"Look, everyone, that injured little guy actually fell under Zhang Yi's nose." In the fog pool in all directions, there was an exclamation, that Zhang Yi luck is better, don't set up traps, don't go to find people everywhere, someone will be automatically sent to the door.

"Really...... This man is so lucky. Many powerful people were speechless for a while, and that Zhang Yi was so lucky that he exploded.

"Who's the one who hurts? Who knows? Someone asked again.

"It was chosen by this saint." In the crowd, a man with blood-red skin, long red hair, and a wisp of flame in the pupils of his eyes spoke.

That's right, the 'eye' of this person's pupil turned out to be a flame, which is different from normal people.

This person is none other than the God of Fire, one of the five great gods of the ancient world.

The five great gods are all saints, ancient saints, and have not yet become emperors, but they are also the strongest among saints.

"It turned out that it was chosen by the fire god." Everyone took a deep breath, but at the same time shook their heads, the one he had chosen by the Fire God was also going to die.

No one continued to speak, but looked at the tree, at the two people on the tree.

Zhang Yi was below, in the hollow of the tree, and the person chosen by the fire god was above, just four or five meters away, sitting on the trunk of the tree and eating the pill, as if he was not lightly injured, and at the same time he was also vigilantly paying attention to every move around him.

"If that Zhang Yi makes a move at this time, this person will die, right?"

"Surely we will die!"

"Zhang Yi doesn't seem to have his hands free yet, but he definitely found him."

"Well, what bad luck."

Everyone sighed for a long time, and now they have determined that Zhang Yi is the strongest among the eighty-one people.

At this moment, a person suddenly shouted: "Everyone, look over there, that yin and yang person's blood qi has reached the seventh realm!" ”

"What? Kill another one? Everyone looked at the corner of the fog pool in the four directions, and saw that the yin and yang man was eating something in his mouth, and the blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth, and the blood on the top of his head reached seven.

At the same time, he is also the one who kills the most.

"Who chose this yin and yang person? How can you be so perverted? Looking at its cultivation, it is obviously a demonic school! "There are many people who are not satisfied, especially the backstage of the seven people who were killed by the dead ladyboy, and they all shouted angrily.

"He was chosen by our Five Emperors." The Central Qingyun Heavenly Emperor smiled and said, "It's our joint decision."

"Uh......" Hearing the words of the Qingyun Heavenly Emperor, everyone was a little flustered, and the five of them were selected together? What is the origin of this yin and yang person?

"Everyone doesn't know, he is the inheritor of the Chiyuan Dao people!" Qingyun Heavenly Emperor replied.

"What?"

"Whew~"

Hearing Qingyun's words, everyone gasped.

In their ancient times, there were twelve people, and later these twelve people were named the twelve main gods, ruling over twelve super tribes.

Among them, the people of Chiyuan Dao are one of the main gods.

Of course, in that era, the cultivation of the main god was only at the level of the Heavenly Emperor.

However, the twelve main gods all died, and they sat in the Tomb God Mountain in the Metaverse at the same time.

The people present and sitting saw with their own eyes the sitting of the twelve main gods, and their vitality was exhausted and died, turning into twelve dry bones, and later the twelve dry bones were also snatched away and smashed into pills.

The Qingyun Heavenly Emperor and several other Heavenly Emperors, and even some other Heavenly Emperors, were all friends with the twelve main gods of the year, or were related, or were born in the same clan, and were clansmen.

Therefore, since the Yin and Yang people have been inherited by the Chiyuan Dao people, they can be regarded as their descendants.

No one questioned that the people of the inheritance of the Chiyuan Dao people were themselves qualified to participate in this kind of selection.

And just as everyone was working the giant tree where Zhang Yi and the Yanshen players were, the player actually broke a hole in the tree, only the hole the thickness of his thumb, and then turned into fine light and drilled into it.

He was on it, and the hole was closer to Zhang Lao Mo, and it seemed to be less than a meter. And Zhang Lao Mo is below.

"Yan Sheng, who is this person yours?" At this time, someone suddenly asked.

"Closed disciple, Yu Gongliang." The god of fire replied coldly.

"Oh." Everyone nodded, and they were speechless for a while, because everyone knew, including his Yan God himself, that his disciple would definitely die!

……

At the same time, Zhang Yi had already noticed that someone was coming and got on top of his head. Now he can grab or kill the person above him with his hand.

His eyes were closed, but he was excited, because he knew his chance had come.

It's not killing people and taking blood, it's parasitism.

As long as he escapes everyone's eyes and thus parasitizes the body of the player above, at that point, no one can find him, no one knows where he is hiding.

But how to avoid the sight of others and how to operate it has not yet been figured out, because it must be done without knowing the gods and ghosts, and so that no one can see him parasitic.

"Who, exactly, is it that banishes us here and thus kills each other? Is it one person, or is it a group of people? How can I avoid detection? Zhang Yi was faintly anxious in his heart, he didn't like this feeling very much, this feeling of being played like a monkey! (To be continued.) )