"Poof......

The blood sword entered the body, one after another, back and forth thousands of times. The goal is to Feng Yi's lower belly dantian.

The severe pain hit all over the body, and Feng Yi was like a puddle of mud, and he fell to the ground.

He was not a man who was afraid of pain, nor was he a man who could not bear it.

In the three years since Master Xin Li left, he has experienced hundreds of life-and-death battles, and not a single one has not been injured and bloodshed.

But how can those hurts be compared with the hurts that we are suffering at this moment?

This may be the taste of Ling Chi.

The worst thing is that Feng Yi did not feel the slightest numbness because of the severe pain. It seemed that this pain could stimulate his increasingly chaotic consciousness, forcing him to remain clear, gritting his teeth, sweating, trembling his body, and struggling to bear all this.

The pain has been added, will the shadow of death be far away?

Feng Yi once again smelled death.

But he didn't want to die, he still had to return to Sanxuan City, wait for Luo Bing to come back from the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range, and then tell her everything in the past, so as to awaken her sleeping memories and let her turn back into the Shen Xuan she loved deeply.

He still has to work hard to cultivate, just wait for one day to have enough strength to go deep into the Lingwu Mountain Range to find a master who is still alive in the world.

He also wants to find the vicious woman who burns all around her and avenge his parents.

But all this gradually faded away with the arrival of the shadow of death.

Feng Yi was sad and said secretly: "How can I die here?"

He is unwilling, he is unwilling, he wants to resist, he wants to live.

Clenched his teeth, he forcibly suppressed the intense pain that was enough to destroy his mind, and then immersed himself in the Baihui acupoint, mobilizing the Yuan Force to gather in the lower abdomen to resist the violent blood qi hovering in the broken dantian.

The blood is like a tiger and wolf army, using the broken dantian as a stronghold, just stirring up the wind and clouds, and destroying the surging pure Yuan Force.

Feng Yi snorted, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of suffocating blood.

In the Baihui acupoint, the nine-point Yuan Force Essence was pulled by the qi machine, and it was suddenly depressed.

Feng Yi did not stop there, and continued to diverge his thoughts and force Yuan Li.

Yuan Li had not yet reached the dantian, but half of the blood qi had already dispersed and descended along the meridian path.

In an instant, he swam all over Feng Yi's lower body. Each time it passes through a point, it stays for a moment and devours the surrounding blood. When he was finished, the skin and flesh of Feng Yi's lower body had dried up and collapsed, as if the rotten skin of the yang-essence had been devoured by the evil spirit, and it seemed that the slightest breeze would shatter into minced flesh.

The pain was like a knife scraping an axe, Feng Yi was in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on it.

Blood foamed down the corners of his mouth, the result of his broken teeth.

Finally, Yuan Li descended to the outside of the dantian.

At the same time, the blood qi swept downstream has also returned.

The second meeting did not surprise the result. As soon as the blood qi was shaken, Yuan Li collapsed again.

In the Baihui Acupoint, the essence of Yuan Li has withered to the extreme. No matter how Feng Yi urges, it will be difficult to give birth to the slightest bit of Yuan Force.

"Are you really going to die like this?"

Feng Yi was panicked, and he looked inside, but he saw that the army of blood and qi had been reorganized, and he was giving up the damaged dantian and rushing towards his upper body.

Invincible and unstoppable, everywhere he went, his flesh and blood were exhausted, leaving only a withered skin on the outside.

When he arrived outside the Jiang Palace, Feng Yi suddenly seemed to think of something, and hurriedly controlled his mind and communicated with the life fire that had been sleeping peacefully in the Jiang Palace.

If Feng Yi's body is a force, then the fire of life lurking in the Jiang Palace is the great elder of that force. Usually does not ask about foreign affairs, and only when the forces are facing life and death crises will they switch out and turn the tide.

Of course, if it is assigned by its master Feng Yi, it will willingly accept orders and perform its tasks with all its might.

Feng Yi's task at this time was to burn the blood and save his life.

The fire of life was summoned and trembled, and he swam out of the palace, and he was alone in the face of the mighty army of blood, not retreating, not afraid.

Feng Yi's confidence soared, and in a moment of change in his mind, he had already controlled the Imperial Fire to release a violent fire element, and rushed away to the army of blood qi.

At the same time, the army of flesh reacted.

The blood is high, condensed into a hideous tiger, the back is hunched and roaring, and the sound is shocking.

The fire of life was like a wild dragon, and it also roared in response, carrying a furious fire that was enough to burn all things in heaven and earth, and grabbed the tiger's side.

The fire condensed the dragon's claws, and with a grasp and a beat, it shook the bloody tiger and retreated in defeat.

The evil tiger did not show weakness on this point, and stepped on the ground with its hind feet, and rushed forward with its flying front paws.

When it came to the side of the dragon, the tiger's head hung steeply, the tiger's mouth opened, and the dragon's neck was bitten sharply.

The dragon's body curled up, then flickered, avoiding the fang-covered jaw. Then he violently swung his tail into the air and floated above the tiger's head.

Inside the dragon's head, the fire of life trembled, as if thinking.

Feng Yi was suspicious, so he communicated with the fire to inquire, but what he got was a very strange response.

Hunger.

That's right, it's hunger.

If the life fire is consumed, it needs to devour the fire qi of the heart to make up for its own shortfall. After this battle, the heart fire in Feng Yijiang's palace has been exhausted.

This is the disadvantage of the fire of life, although it is very strong, the consumption is also very large. The energy of the heart fire is limited, and it cannot support the life fire for a long time to resist the enemy's battle.

Therefore, the fire of life has always been regarded by Feng Yi as a means of saving his life in a crisis, and he easily and does not casually control the enemy to kill people.

But now, the fire in the heart has just been exhausted, and the fire contained in the fire is still sufficient, how can there be a sudden idea of hunger?

Feng Yi was puzzled, but the evil tiger below was stepping on the ground and rising into the sky.

The life fire seemed to be unconscious, Feng Yi was in a hurry, and hurriedly controlled the life fire to react.

This time, the hunger thoughts transmitted back by the fire of life became more and more real.

Feng Yi was at a loss again.

The dragon and the tiger intersect, the evil tiger retreats, and the dragon flies.

The fire of life trembled again, responding to the confusion in Feng Yi's heart with his thoughts.

However, this time's response was different from the previous one, before he simply said that he was hungry, but this time he was asking for Feng Yi's permission.

What is licensed?

When you are hungry, whether it is a human being, a demon beast, or something else, there is only one wish, and that is to eat.

But the fire qi in the heart has been exhausted, and there is no qi replenishing pill in Feng Yi's Xuan Sac, so what can he use to devour the life fire?

As his thoughts shifted, he suddenly shifted his attention to the bloody tiger beneath the dragon that had been transformed by the fire of life.

After being burned by the fire, the blood and qi around the evil tiger dissipated a lot, and its body size was much smaller than before.

Before, the blood was thick, and there was only a pungent smell of blood under the smell, and the smell was unbearable.

Now that the blood and qi have dissipated, Feng Yi took a closer look and suddenly found something unusual.

The body of the bloody evil tiger actually exuded wisps of extremely pure yang energy.

Blood is yang, and qi is yin. Only when the two are intertwined, and the yin and yang are combined, can a complete human body be achieved.

The origin of the blood sword is not clear, but it is a fact that it can devour the essence and blood of the living to strengthen itself.

Over the years, how much blood has it devoured?

Feng Yi was incalculable, but looking at the vastness of the bloody evil tiger and the thousands of blood swords that Fang Gang had pierced into him, he could roughly guess that the blood sword must have devoured the essence blood of no less than ten thousand people.

The blood and evil tiger formed by the fusion of the essence and blood of ten thousand people, the fusion of all kinds of hatred and lust of ten thousand people, is naturally like a demon, and only knows bloodthirsty killing.

But when the Bloody Evil Tiger encounters a life fire that can burn the filth of the world, the filth inside is incinerated clean, and only pure yang qi remains.

The ultimate yang energy can also be called pure yang.

"Do you mean...... The food of the fire of life is not only the qi of the heart fire, but also the qi of pure yang?"

Thinking of this, Feng Yi conveyed the idea of devouring at will.

The fire was ordered, and he was suddenly overjoyed.

The mad dragon raised its head and roared, and the dragon's roar emanated from its body, floating between heaven and earth, shaking the cave and almost collapsing.

In the big cave outside the small cave, Gongsun Yi and the others were nervously staring at the thick blood mist in front of them.

However, there was a scarlet inside, and I couldn't see what happened to Feng Yi at all.

Gongsun Yi was anxious, but he could only restrain his hands.

At this moment, suddenly a dragon roared, rushing at the bullfight and shaking the sky. The roar of the strange beasts in the depths of the Spirit Mist Mountain Range was several times more violent and ferocious.

The sound waves spread like ripples between heaven and earth, and everywhere they went, dust flew and mountains and rocks crashed down.

Gongsun Yi bore the brunt of the blow, frightened by the sound waves, staggered and fell to the ground, spurting blood from his mouth, and languishing.

The same is true of Shen Bin and the spirit idiot. Only Feng Yuan and Chen Ling, who were unconscious, were not affected too much because the place where they were lying was blocked by a mountain stone wall, so they were safe.

Outside the cave, Wang Fengfeng and the evil spirit were still desperately bombarding the stone gate, but they tried their best to break it after all.

"Fuck, what kind of broken rock is this? Why is it so hard?"

The king scolded angrily, and suddenly heard the dragon groaning, and suddenly his face turned pale, and he fled into the distance.

fled until he was a hundred feet away before he stopped. Together with the evil spirits rushing in embarrassment, he hid in the dense forest, looked at the lonely peak from afar, and his expression changed, as if he saw death.

"There...... There's a monster?"

The king whispered in a trembling voice.

The demon shook his head in confusion, not knowing what to say.

Let's say that in the cave, it was not only Gongsun Yi and others who were shocked by Long Yin, but also the green snake that had been coiled in Feng Yi's arms and could not wake up.

Smelling the dragon's groan, the green snake suddenly woke up. After drilling out of Feng Yi's chest placket, he raised the snake head as small as a thumb, stared at the ghostly snake eyes, and stared at Feng Yi to take a look.

Looking at it, thinking about it, he suddenly spit out the snake letter and licked it on Feng Yi's cheek.

Under the lick, the green snake was immediately startled, and hurriedly bent down to the ground, prostrate on the ground, extremely humble.

The snake is a dragon genus, and like the emperor devouring crocodile, it also has a trace of true dragon blood in its body.

If you can cultivate to a certain level, you can stimulate the bloodline and return to the ancestors to turn into a dragon.

Therefore, as long as it is a true dragon, whether it is a snake or an emperor devouring crocodile, or ten thousand demon beasts containing the blood of a true dragon, they should all surrender and kowtow.

This is the suppression of the bloodline, and it is not something that can be determined by the strength of cultivation.

The green snake is strong, and Feng Yi is weak. But at this moment, it is willing to bow its head at Feng Yi's feet, listen to his orders, and serve him as the Lord.

However, Feng Yi was immersed in himself, and he couldn't find the surrender posture of the green snake at all.

At this moment, the mountain wall behind the green snake suddenly trembled.

The green snake felt it and turned its head to look back.

The cold gaze saw through the thick blood mist and saw the mountain wall not far away.

But when he saw the rocks peeling off, a blood-colored sword four fingers wide and five feet long was revealed.

The sword body is stiff and sharp, and the blood on it is full of blood, and it is wrapped in a thick fierce demonic aura.

On the blood-colored sword, only the two big characters of 'Heavenly Sword' still emitted silver light with difficulty, not contaminated by blood, but in the end, it was weak and difficult to turn the tide and set things right.

The blood sword broke free from the shackles of the mountain stone, floated into the air, and came to Feng Yi's approach.

The tip of the sword pointed obliquely, facing Feng Yi's left chest and heart. The demonic energy rose and stabbed from the ground.

At the same time, an old and wild man's voice erupted from above the blood sword.

"Heavenly Sword Old Thief, what can I do if I have been sealed for a hundred years......?

Before he could say a word, the momentum of the blood sword's rush suddenly stopped.

At the tip of the sword, half a foot away, a small green snake with green scales all over its body was raising its head and staring coldly.

The blood sword trembled, and the green snake spat out the letter.

The old man's voice sounded again, but it was no longer wild, "Eighth-order alien beast...... Huh?"

His tone trembled, expressing the deep fear in his heart.

The green snake only snorted coldly, and with a slight flick of the small snake's tail, the blood sword was shaken to the ground.

The blade of the sword plunged straight into the rock, and the blood sword trembled to itself, but it couldn't be pulled out at all.