Dao Wuyuan knew that Dao Meixue's blood-colored sword aura just now was very strong, so strong that he paid the price of an arm just by being rubbed.

If it were those martial arts cultivators, losing a hand would almost be equivalent to cutting off the hope of leading to the gate of the immortal warlock, but Dao Wuyuan was a cultivator of the Netherworld Immortal Dao, and he didn't use his physical body to fight much in the first place.

Losing a hand is a fatal injury in the eyes of ordinary people, but Dao Wuyuan, who was born in the Netherworld Immortal Dao, has a way to connect a new hand, and there is no guarantee that it is a bone hand, a ghost hand, or any other hand.

However, he never thought that just by being swept by that blood-colored sword aura, his face would become like this.

No, it's not just his face, only now did Dao Wuyuan notice that all parts of his body had become like this bloodshot, if it weren't for the Dao clothes he was wearing with spirit patterns, I am afraid that the clothes all over his body would have been burned by these bloodshots that emitted high temperatures.

What's even more terrifying is that no matter what method he uses or what means he uses, he can't eliminate these high-temperature bloodshots, which seem to be a part of his body, connected to his life, and just touching it will make him tingle all over his body.

How can it be! How can it be! What kind of magical power is this, even his dignified Taoist ghost son can't repair it, the Netherworld Immortal Dao is the strongest immortal Dao that changes the heavens and lives!

"You...... What are you...... How dare you turn me into this! Dao Wuyuan gritted his teeth and looked at Mei Xue, stretching out his only remaining hand to shred the boy who made him suffer a big loss tonight.

The white clouds dispersed, and Mei Xue's figure disappeared in front of Dao Wuyuan, and then appeared in the clearing ten meters away.

Due to the interruption of the Burning Blood Sword in the final stage, Mei Xue's body was also uncomfortable. That period of time just now could be called his most dangerous time, and under the chaos of qi and blood, he couldn't even condense the third blood burning sword, so he could only use the cloud and mist technique to float away from Dao Wuyuan's side.

However, his opponent was obviously not Dao Wuyuan, a genius monk who was also famous in the Netherworld Immortal Dao, but the ghost behind Dao Wuyuan.

The index finger of the white-faced ghost's three fingers shook at Mei Xue, and then countless white mist around him suddenly swept in from all directions, forming a white cage to lock Mei Xue firmly.

This Meixue is like a bird in a cage, and there is no possibility of flying out of the canopy.

"Hahaha, well done, worthy of my ghost." Dao Wuyuan's ugly grimace twisted unnaturally, revealing a smile that could stop a child's night crying.

A large amount of green smoke emanated from his body, a sign that the Dao clothes he was wearing were about to be unable to suppress the heat on his body.

Dao Wuyuan, who discovered this, was even more furious, just killing an insignificant little chess piece in the plan, he actually paid such a huge price, stealing chickens and rice was not enough to describe his regret at the moment.

"White Noodles, can you help me get rid of these things." Dao Wuyuan tore the bloodshot on his skin, and then he was about to cry in pain.

These bloodshots seem to have become a part of his body, and it hurts to touch it, tearing it and even hurting his heart, even if he doesn't do anything, it will emit a terrible high temperature, which makes his whole body burn amazingly, and it is a fatal curse that he can't get rid of.

This time, the white-faced ghost creature shook his head, apparently powerless as well.

In fact, if it weren't for his strength, Dao Wuyuan would have died hundreds of times, and every blood color would be the mark of a death tribulation.

If Dao Wuyuan was still a human, he would have died hundreds of times.

"Not even you, bastard, where the hell did this kid come from!" Dao Wuyuan scratched his face, and then his whole body trembled, and he found that there seemed to be a new bloodshot.

On the cuff of his right hand, the Dao robe woven with good heavenly silk had already shown scorching marks, which was a material that could resist thousands of degrees of flames, but it was scorched by the high temperature emitted by the blood on his body.

Wrong! It's so wrong, how can a mere civilian have such terrifying supernatural powers, this is just rubbed by the sword qi, what will happen if the sword qi hits head-on just now, Dao Wuyuan shuddered just thinking about it.

Looking at Mei Xue, who was imprisoned in the white mist cage, Dao Wuyuan issued the most embarrassing death announcement:

"No matter where you come from, you're going to die here tonight, but if you tell me about the treatment of these things, my son will reward you with a good time."

"It's a pity, I don't know how to treat it." Looking at Dao Wuyuan in the frenzy, Mei Xue sighed and shook her head.

This is the truth, the blood burning sword invades the human body, and it is the first time he has seen such symptoms, it seems that the other party used some special method to suppress the corrosive power of the blood burning sword in the body, and then those blood streaks appeared.

However, this is only a palliative treatment, Mei Xue can expect that as the other party's body surface becomes more and more bloodshots, the most stubborn will eventually reach a critical point, and the most stubborn will be the end of the whole body being burned to ashes by the high temperature emitted by the bloodshots.

This is the terrifying Blood-Burning Sword, the terrifying divine power that comes from the power of the Qingxu Dominant Bloodline, and the deadly sword qi that Mei Xue herself can't solve.

Hearing Mei Xue's answer, Dao Wuyuan was completely crazy!

"What are you kidding, tell me the cure, or I'll start with your hand, chop it up little by little, and eat it."

This is not a threat, Dao Wuyuan has already made up his mind that he must eat Mei Xue tonight, and not even a hair is left.

And Mei Xue's answer was to stretch out her index finger again.

"Ahh Seeing that Dao Wuyuan, who was blood-colored between Mei Xue's index finger, was like a little daughter-in-law who had been raped, he rolled back directly, breaking away from the locked direction of Mei Xue's index finger.

The white-faced ghost obviously knew that Dao Mei Xue's next blow was a mortal threat to Dao Wuyuan, and flashed directly in front of Dao Wuyuan, stretching out his three fingers at Mei Xue.

Without any hesitation, Mei Xue Shi unleashed the third Burning Blood Sword of the day, and it was also the last one.

The blood-burning sword that had gathered to the limit was like a bamboo, penetrating the fog cage that locked Mei Xue, and even tore the entire ground with a sword mark more than ten meters long.

However, this blood-burning sword was finally blocked, by the three fingers of the white-faced ghost, by the three different sword qi emanating from those three fingers.

That's right, it's the sword qi, the white-faced ghost shadow is displayed, and it is also the same sword qi as Mei Xue.

Mei Xue's Burning Blood Sword contains the power of the bloodline of the Qingxu Master, and its essence is a sharp blood light that can burn all the blood and break through the clouds.

However, the sword qi that shot out from the three fingers of the white-faced ghost shadow was three completely different power amounts.

The sword qi unleashed by the index finger was a sharp and unparalleled golden sword light, an ominous blade with a murderous aura rising into the sky.

The sword qi unleashed by the middle finger is a vibrant wooden sword light, and the cyan green contains the power of all things.

The sword qi unleashed by the ring finger was an endless stream of sword light, and the blue ripples exuded the breath of the sea.

With a single sword light, no branch could compete with Mei Xue's Burning Blood Sword, but the strength of these three sword qi fused together offset the sharpness of the Burning Blood Sword.

After breaking through these three intertwined sword qi, the remaining strength of the Burning Blood Sword was already less than one hundred, and it couldn't even hurt the body of the white-faced ghost, only a wave on the blurred black body and then disappeared.

Then, with a press of the white-faced ghost's index finger, the fog cage that had been torn apart by the Burning Blood Sword was reorganized again, imprisoning Mei Xue in the cage after casting three Burning Blood Sword.

Unfathomable, this is the idea that Mei Xue and Dao Wuyuan invariably emerged, and the strength shown by the white-faced ghost shadow can only be described in these four words.

When he was in Santuchuan, Mei Xue had fought with those white-clothed war ghosts, and his impression was that if he was one-on-one, he should not lose, as long as the target did not exceed three, his blood-burning sword could break out and defeat the other party.

But when facing this white-faced ghost, Mei Xue couldn't see any way to defeat him by relying on her own strength, of course, not because the Burning Blood Sword was too weak, but because he was not strong enough.

Now, every time he casts the Burning Blood Sword, it takes time to charge his strength, and in his impression, the nine-headed Qingxu Lord can change the color of the wind and clouds with a single roar, and let the endless sea of blood swallow the heavens and the earth.

Now his Burning Blood Sword is obviously still 108,000 miles away from that realm, otherwise he would not be able to use only three swords in a day.

Seeing Mei Xue imprisoned again, Dao Wuyuan, who was smoking all over his body, swaggered in front of Mei Xue, and issued the most terrible death ultimatum to Mei Xue through the fog cage.

"See, in the face of absolute strength, a little person like you can only despair, no matter what you do, you can't change your fate of being dead."

"This is your burial place, and if you tell me how to treat these things, I will reluctantly erect a tombstone for you, so that no one will know about you when you die."

"Say it! What can I do to get rid of this! Speaking of the last word, Dao Wuyuan had already roared.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to say no." Mei Xue's eyes became quiet, and in his pupils, the face of a cute girl slowly became clear.

It was his daughter, and the soul of his final weapon, Netherworld, Mengmeng, and his crystal.

"No, you dare to say no! White noodles, eat him! "Dao Wuyuan is going crazy, and he desperately gives a cannibalistic order to the ghosts he has raised.

However, this time, the white-faced ghost creature did not follow the instructions to eat Mei Xue, but his figure flashed, and he took the lead in holding Dao Wuyuan and flew back from the edge of the fog cage.

As it turned out, he made the right choice.

"Dad, are you ready to use Yellow Springs?" In Mei Xue's pupils, the little girl looked at her father with a smile.

"Huangquan, let's start." Mei Xue took a deep breath, then pressed her right hand to her forehead.

Through his fingers, he saw a pair of eyes, a pair of blood-red eyes.

That is the Netherworld Immortal Dao broke the barriers of the seas and mountains, and summoned the great evil thing from the other worldly realms—the Ghost Emperor.

"So, sync, let's go!" In the joyful sound of Huangquan, in the violent heartbeat of Mei Xue, the dark purple giant's body stepped on the land of the seas and mountains.