The eerie laughter of "...... of the Yellow Springs" sounded, like a secluded requiem in the land of Yellow Springs, which made people shudder.

I saw a little black light appear in the void, and a cloud of black blood rose quietly. The mass of blood was as black as ink, and it seemed to be alive and wriggling, as if something was about to come out of it, which was very strange.

Huangtian looked serious and wanted to be prepared, but he was too seriously injured, his body had a serious loss of essence and blood, and the golden villain in the sea of knowledge was also dim at this time, and his spiritual appearance was greatly lost, and the state of the whole person was extremely bad, basically on the verge of being abolished.

But Yun Yi was still by his side, and at this moment he couldn't take half a step back, so he took a step forward with the huge pain in his body, and still protected the person who was most important to him behind him.

"Yo, it's really a flower messenger, I can't bear to destroy the flowers. However, what else can you do with your embarrassed appearance and broken body?"

As the black blood continued to appear, countless flesh and blood flew in all directions, moving closer to it. The black mangs flickered faintly, countless symbols flew in mid-air, and the void surged with the power of the law, turning into black rays and flying towards the center, followed by a trace of flesh and blood regeneration, gradually condensing into the outline of a person.

"Mo family, the art of blood regeneration. Wasteland gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and said coldly.

The Mohist family, the North Star, and even the Big Dipper are the most famous medical holy places. Not only is he familiar with various pharmacology, but he also has the clever methods of mouth-watering alchemy medicine, which can treat all kinds of terminal diseases and injuries.

And most importantly, it is also the means by which they can become famous in the starry sky, a technique of resurrection from the dead - blood regeneration.

With this anti-heaven treasure technique, they are among the top forces in Beichen, and they are the objects that countless top forces want to befriend.

After all, having such a friend is equivalent to an extra back road, or even a life.

At the same time, this is also the reason why no force is willing to fight evil, or even provoke the Mo family. Because provoking a Mo family may be challenging dozens, or even hundreds, of top forces.

Blood regeneration, as the name suggests, relies on a drop of essence blood that has undergone special sacrifices to reunite the soul and flesh and blood, change life against the sky, and reunite the soul and flesh to obtain another life, which is the method of deceiving the sky.

This kind of anti-heaven technique naturally has limitations. Any kind of exercise has a corresponding price, such as the most powerful method, which requires a lot of spiritual power and an understanding of the Tao rules, otherwise you will be counterattacked if you are not careful.

In the same way, the same is true of anti-heaven exercises such as blood regeneration, and it is even more demanding. First, there is a limit to the number of times blood is regenerated, strictly speaking, every time it is cast, it will consume a lot of essence and strength, and the strength will be greatly reduced, at the expense of oneself, to release the potential.

Theoretically, the method of blood regeneration can be performed many times within the limits of what can be tolerated. However, once certain limits are exceeded, the vitality will be completely cut off, and even the soul will be wiped out, and the opportunity to reincarnate will be lost, which is a way to cut off the way back.

In addition, cultivation is also extremely harsh, first of all, the innate soul power must be very strong, and one's own vitality is vigorous. Then, in the long years, the power of the soul is burned, supplemented by the essence blood selected by the self-vitality sacrifice, and waiting for the day when the exercises are completed, so that they can truly achieve blood regeneration.

This process is very long, and generally speaking, for people with better talents, they must at least cultivate to the realm of divine endowment. What's more, those with slightly inferior talents may have no results in their lives.

In the long process of practice, this kind of exercise has no special effect in the early stage, and there is nothing particularly brilliant, it can only be said to be decent, and it is a second-rate exercise level outside.

But once you cultivate to the fullest, the vitality in your body is endless, and you have terrifying recovery power. When he was fighting with Tang Xiu, he could find that in the situation where the realm and strength were inferior to the other party, Mo Tian was always invincible with his strong recovery ability. Many times in the mortal situation, turning danger into relief.

Moreover, relying on their own strong vitality, people who practice this kind of exercise can transfer their anger to others and nourish their souls, which is also the effect that people seek after their white bones and muscles, and bring the dead back to life. Of course, the restriction is that the rescued person must ensure that there is still life in the body, and even if he is dying, he can be saved. Otherwise, there will be no vitality in the body, and the gods will not be able to do anything.

The barren sky has a solemn complexion, as if facing a great enemy. The tracker of the Mo family before was undoubtedly nothing compared to Mo Tian.

The Ink Tilt Realm has reached the supreme sainthood, and it is obvious that the blood regeneration has also been cultivated. And he only has the power of one blow himself, and if he can't subdue Mo Tian with one blow, then his situation is dangerous.

Obviously, his previous blow was still helpless against this invincible Mo family sage.

"The little ghost is really difficult, if it weren't for the mission, I really want to catch you and go back to study it. At this time, Mo Tian's whole person has been recondensed, and the injuries on his body have also healed, but his breath is not as strong as before, as if he is a big part.

"The blood is reborn, and it really lives up to its name. Desolate said coldly, secretly clenching the Apocalypse Giant Blade.

"I didn't expect that although the year is not big, the knowledge is not small. Mo said sarcastically, "The more outstanding you are, the more I pity you, I really want your body to be of great use." ”

Mo Tian's expression was very entangled, with a difficult choice, he thought about it for himself, and finally sighed faintly, "Forget it, it's a big deal." ”

I saw Mo Tian raise his right hand, and then a black gas spread out along his shoulder, like a thick black python, spitting out a pitch-black poisonous letter, like a dancing black flame beating in the dark.

The black python's body was like thunder, extremely fast, and it just swept up suddenly with a huge body. The scales on its body glowed with a faint luster, and the sound of gold and iron colliding against each other was incomparably hard.

The body of nearly twenty zhang does not make it look bulky, but very well-proportioned. The two vertical pupils were extremely poignant, bursting out with cold light, mixed with a greedy look, and regarded the desolate sky as a delicious prey.

With a clear roar, the black python's whole body was blazing, and a thick black mist was emitted under his pitch-black scales, slowly concealing its figure.

It seems that Mo Tian is still very cautious, and he does not take it lightly because of the bad state of Huangtian and the others. Several changes did make him a little scared, he really didn't want to give them any more chances, so he used the safest means as soon as he came up.

The black mist spread out at an extremely alarming speed, enveloping everyone present in the blink of an eye. As night came, the black fog swallowed up all light, plunging everyone into darkness.

"Ahh

A scream sounded, and one person was hit, and the sound of blood splashing could be heard. In such a quiet environment, the blood dripping on the ground seemed so harsh.

Another scream, another person was hit, and the screams seen under this great pain made it difficult for Huangtian to tell which one had been hit.

"Damn, this black fog is really annoying!" said Arakuten angrily in his heart.

The black python displayed by Mo Qian is extremely fast, and the black mist released has the effect of sealing everyone's perception, disturbing the effect of the six senses, and only the sound can be heard, but it cannot make people determine the direction.

For everyone, there is no strength in ten, and facing such a predicament is simply a nilly. And especially this kind of inability to see the danger coming, you can only hear the screams of one person after another in your ears, which hits people's hearts and minds, and it is the most terrifying.

Murderous and heart-wrenching, Mo Tilt uses the most cruel means to satisfy the twisted, almost perverted pleasure in his heart.

The dark fog around him was churning, and it seemed that something was slowly approaching, and every time he churned, there would be a chill surging from all directions, knowing that the next one was him, but he didn't know which direction at all.

The desolate world subconsciously hugged Yun Yi beside him, his eyes staring around, trying desperately to see what was famous.

If he is in his prime now, maybe he can really see some clues by breaking his delusion. But these are just good wishes, and now he can only rely on the moment when danger strikes to push the people around him out and ensure her thoroughness, which is the best way.

Beads of sweat ran down the forehead of the desolate sky, and there had been no screams for a while, and his instincts told him that the black python was constantly wandering away from him, never leaving.

The black python seemed to be brewing something, or it was just confronting him like this, which made his spirit tense all the time.

This process is really an ordeal, and the mental tension is not only a huge pressure on people's hearts, but also a huge amount of mental consumption.

When the barren sky is really subjected to the intensity of constant mental tension, at the moment of relaxation, at that moment it will attack fiercely and kill with one blow.

Huang Tian also understood this truth, and did not dare to slack off, and desperately gathered his spirit, and could only pray for himself to hold on for a moment longer.

He knew that he was not an immortal, and he would always be unable to hold on in the end. He didn't do anything superfluous, just to save the last bit of strength, praying that he would have the strength to push the girl out of his side at the last moment.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a stick of incense, maybe a moment, maybe an hour......

In short, in a kind of situation, every second is as difficult as a year.

Sweat had already soaked the barren sky's clothes, and his vision had begun to blur, and he knew that he could no longer hold on.

And at this moment, a giant python suddenly appeared from behind him, opened its huge mouth, spit out a terrible black letter, and rushed down.

The barren sky's hairs stood upside down, and his heart was in a pang, and he desperately pushed out the girl next to him.