I don't know how long has passed in the dark space, for some reason, after He Void woke up from his dream, although he was still hungry, he didn't have the feeling of drowsiness before, as if there was some strange power supporting him, but He Void still felt that life was passing, he knew that in such a state, if it lasted too long, he would be starved to death.

Suddenly, He Void felt that his eyes were flowering, and the dazzling sunlight came into view in an instant, he subconsciously closed his eyes, I don't know how long he stayed in the storage bag, it was dark inside, He Void's eyes adapted to the darkness inside, and at this time he suddenly saw the light but couldn't open his eyes for a while.

After closing his eyes for a while, He Xukong opened his eyes, his red and swollen eyes were extremely painful, and at this time, a low voice came into his ears: Boy, whether you are dead or alive can only depend on your creation.

He Xukong's heart sank, thinking of the words he heard in the dark space, he didn't like to talk since he was a child, and he didn't make a sound.

Looking around, it was a wide square, and the ground was made by an unknown cyan strip, shimmering faintly.

In the middle of the square stood a small stone, and there were many people walking in a hurry, each with an indifferent expression, and a few of them were looking at him with strange eyes.

The stone in the center of the square is very peculiar, He Xukong has never seen such a strange strange stone, like a rockery, but the mountain is covered with dense strange papers, each of which is engraved with red runes, and there is silence.

And the ugly man who grabbed him into the dark space before was beside him, his eyes were gloomy, his expression was grim, his face was a little pale, obviously he was wounded, a broken hand, and blood stained his clothes red, but he didn't mind but looked at himself, and there was no trace of the beautiful woman.

Who are you...... What are you doing with me? He Void staggered back, panicking in his heart. But the ugly man smiled faintly and said: This is the spirit stone I said before, whether you are dead or alive depends on your chance.

The ugly man's smile looked terrifying in He Xukong's eyes, and he breathed a little shorter, and he burned incense...... Is this the case with all these cultivators? He is incomprehensible, and his heart is bottomless, but at this time he is just a fish on the board, can he resist? The answer is yes.

A trace of impatience flashed in the ugly man's eyes, and he secretly thought to himself: If it weren't for the restrictions of the door rules, why would it be so good, wouldn't it be neat to directly catch the seven-faced poison king who fed him.

I saw the ugly man grab He Xukong and take it off, and a few dodges came to the spirit stone, He Xukong didn't even react, only felt the rapid wind, and changed his position in an instant.

This is the power of immortals...... He Void was suddenly startled, this was a scene he had never felt before.

The ugly man was obviously not a good person, and he didn't care about He Void, he directly grabbed his palm, his fingers turned into a sword, a faint light flashed, and he didn't hold a sharp weapon in his hand, but He Void suddenly felt a pain in his palm, and in an instant, a wound appeared in his palm, and blood suddenly flowed out.

The ugly man grabbed his hands and pressed them tightly into the mountain, a suction force poured out from the spirit measuring stone, and He Xukong felt that his blood was instantly covered by the suction, rolling out, pouring into the mountain.

Suddenly...... The mountain shook violently, bursting out with a blood-colored brilliance, dazzling everywhere, and the pedestrians around the square all stopped, each looking at He Void with their own eyes.

The blood-colored light, like the afterglow of the sun, dazzling and at the same time making people feel a trace of warmth, the ugly man was immediately shocked, and said in ecstasy: "Haha", it is really the road of the infinite world, I didn't think that I Zhang Xian would be lucky enough to get a high-grade blood spirit body in this life.

A pedestrian in the square exclaimed: The red light covers the void more than ten zhang, and it is at least a seventh-rank physique, this Zhang Xian doesn't know what kind of shit luck to go, and he got such a specific essence when Shouyuan was about to become extinct.

The square was full of discussions, discussing the special nature of the blood spirit body.

The body of the blood spirit is inherently the best furnace, which can be snatched away, devoured, and cultivated to even increase the cultivation of a large realm.

Everyone was envious, blood flowed out of He Void's palm, he had not eaten for a few days, his eyes were bleeding at this time, his expression became more and more pale, and even the whole person was shaky, blood was still flowing out, He Void's expression was suddenly shocked, an incomparable force poured out of the spirit stone, blood flowed out of the palm of the palm exponentially, the spirit stone was shocked, and even seemed to turn into a living thing in He Void's eyes, a majestic beast was about to wake up.

How could this be? A strange thing that no one in the square could feel, Zhang Xian was closest to He Void, and even his palm covered the palm of He Void, and he felt endless suction.

A deep puzzlement flashed in Zhang Xian's eyes: Generally speaking, mortal spirit measurement only takes a moment to complete, but He Void obviously exceeds too much, and even the spirit measuring stones inherited from the ancestors are about to be revived and it is still not over.

Seeing that He Xukong's expression was pale, and the blood in his body was about to drain, Zhang Xian patted the bag on his waist without the slightest hesitation, and a red pill the size of a thumb suddenly appeared in his hand, without pause, a trace of pain flashed in Zhang Xian's eyes, and then put the pill into He Xukong's mouth.

The elixir melted in the mouth, turning into a warm current that instantly flowed through the void, limbs, and hundreds of bones, and the void replenished blood.

I hope you don't waste my excellent blood elixir, otherwise I will let you survive but not die, Zhang Xian muttered to himself in a deep voice, but He Void didn't hear it.

At the moment of the entrance of the elixir, a faint red light suddenly erupted from He Xukong's chest, resisting the suction from the spirit measuring stone.

For some reason, unintuitively, He Void remembered the picture in the dream in his mind, and the spirit measuring stone whose power had recovered fell silent suddenly.

This faint red light came out of He Void's body, which was the same as the previous resistance to the heavenly thunder, and outsiders did not find it, but Zhang Xian, who was closest to He Void, sensed it.

He secretly thought to himself that this son must contain a secret, not just a blood spirit body, but now is obviously not the time to delve deeper, Zhang Xian looked around and whispered.

There were also a lot of pedestrians gathered in the square at this time, each with different expressions, and even a little greed flashed in their eyes, at least it was also the furnace of the seventh-rank blood spirit body...... It's hard to find.

Some of the monks had deep eyes, and they also began to plan secretly, and in a short time, the intrigue between the monks had already shown a corner.

"Bump"!

A crisp sound resounded all around, He Xukong's hand suddenly left the spirit stone, Zhang Xian raised his head, grabbed He Xukong without hesitation, and rose into the air, turning into a long rainbow and shooting straight into the sky.

A low voice came out of the place: Zhang Xian, this old boy, after he was seriously injured in the Demon Mist Forest, he thought that he would be in a slump until Shouyuan became extinct, but he didn't expect a good furnace to emerge now.

Do you really want to let him make a comeback, if he is allowed to shine again when the two exchanges are exchanged in the future, wouldn't the number of places to enter the main sect be one less.

No way...... Can't let him turn over, a monk secretly spoke, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

This monk has a green robe, fluttering hair, an ancient fan in his hand, and fair skin, like a humble son, but his heart is extremely vicious.

His name is Chen Tao is Zhang Xian's old rival, the two have always had a grudge against each other, and over time they have formed an undying grudge, and neither of them can help anyone.

He was secretly happy that Zhang Xian was seriously injured before, and today he immediately came when he heard that his old opponent Zhang Xian had come to the Spirit Measurement Square, but he didn't expect the latter to really have a chance to turn over.

It wasn't what he wanted to see.