The witch spirit cast the 'resentful spirit spell', her consciousness was injured by the soup spoon, and the whole person was in a trance, and Jiang Ning's fist fell on her body without any suspense.

With a 'bang', the whole person of the witch spirit flew out ten meters away, and Jiang Ning, who entered a state of madness, increased his strength several times.

In his frenzied state, he was unconscious, and he only had killing in his heart, and his strength and physical strength increased several times. Of course, the speed at which the divine consciousness is consumed is also several times faster.

If it is not effectively controlled, the final result will be that the divine consciousness will be burned out, and the divine will be destroyed.

The Ruthless Bead is fused with all kinds of negative energy, and resentment is also one of them.

After resentment appeared in the sea of marrow, the Ruthless Bead began to absorb it actively.

The soup spoon is only a constraint on the Ruthless Bead, and it cannot be controlled, and it takes time to make all the resentment melt into the Ruthless Bead.

Of course, even if all the resentment was absorbed by the Ruthless Bead at this moment, it would be difficult for Jiang Ning's consciousness to recover after entering the state of madness, because this uncontrollable state of madness was given to him by the blood of the true dragon in his body, and it belonged to the power of the bloodline.

The moment the witch spirit was knocked away, Jiang Ning stepped out with an arrow step, followed closely, in his eyes, at this moment, there was only killing, slaughtering all living beings in this world.

The raised fist slammed into the wizard's face.

The witch spirit, who was originally in a trance, suffered a heavy punch from Jiang Ning, like being struck by lightning, and his scattered consciousness became clear, and he raised his right hand for the first time, his fingers were like dancing elves, and a spell mark appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, and the mark was filled with powerful divine consciousness fluctuations, sealing Jiang Ning's falling fist in time.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the face of the witch spirit lying on the ground was exposed, not naturally white, but pale without any living aura, his eyes were sunken, and his cheekbones were prominent.

After Jiang Ning's fist landed on the spell, her entire face was instantly distorted, and blood oozed from under the bridge of her tall nose, but the swollen trance of her eyes had gone for seven points.

"Groan!"

Jiang Ning rode on the witch spirit, pressed her shoulder with her left hand, raised her right hand into a fist again, and there seemed to be a dragon's groan between the fist strokes, and the witch spirit with a traumatic sense was already slow to react, and at this moment it was clamped down by Jiang Ning, as if it was pressed by a mountain, and there was no power to resist.

Punch up!

The sigil sealed in front of Jiang Ning's fist was a little cracked, and his divine sense became extremely disordered.

The witch spirit is not only the nose, but also the blood oozing from the eyes.

When the third punch fell, the sigil became dull, and the corners of her mouth were soaked with blood.

Of course, Jiang Ning's murderous eyes were also a little confused, but he did not hesitate to move in his hands.

At this moment, it came from under his feet, Jiang Ning's body shook, and the witch spirit under him raised his knees and pushed behind him, and the whole person was thrown out by the witch spirit, because the ground under his feet trembled, he didn't stand up several times.

Meanwhile.

All the resentment in the sea of marrow has been ingested by the ruthless beads, and there is only a trace of divine consciousness left, and the square under the soup spoon seems to be nothing. At this critical moment, the chill circulating in Jiang Ning's body was like an erupting volcano, originating from the spinal cord and spreading along the bones, blood, and meridians until it was frozen.

The cold air went straight up to the sea of marrow like catharsis.

"No ......!"

The witch spirit let out a cry of helplessness, tearing his heart.

For this day, she has worked hard for more than 200 years.

For this day, she joined the cult and endured the torment of her soul day and night.

For this day, she killed all her people who had abandoned her.

She gave too much for this day.

Today is finally going to succeed, and she also sees hope, but she didn't expect to lose to fate in the end.

The position of the patriarch of the Wu clan is passed on to the female but not to the male, and the elder is not passed on to the young, and the Wu clan inheritance has never changed so far. This was arranged by the Wu people before they were born, but she just didn't accept it, because she and the Wu clan patriarch, that is, Wu Zhimeng's mother, were twins, and she was just born a moment late.

This difference creates two different lives.

One has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child and enjoys the worship of the clansmen. One is directly forgotten, and there is no chance to even become a foil for safflower and be a green leaf.

She was not convinced.

All the time that others spend sleeping, eating, and entertaining is used for cultivation, but fate is fate, and the cultivation talent and personality charm shown by the patriarch far surpass her.

Until one day, the Holy Spirit Sect appeared in her life, at that moment, God seemed to reopen the door to her, she changed her life against the sky, and her strength increased day by day, until she successfully promoted to the saint a month ago, and then led the evil spirit cultists into Wushan, slaughtered the clansmen, and ingested the blood of 100,000 clansmen to open the supreme inheritance of the Wu clan.

However, at this moment, she was once again defeated by fate.

As a descendant of the Wu clan, Wu Zhimeng carries the purest bloodline of the Wu clan, and instantly replaces the power of the bloodline that she simulated by ingesting the essence blood of 100,000 people.

All the charms under the dead wood lit up, and suddenly there was a holy white light, enveloping Wu Weaving Dream, who was like a spring breeze with a face of enjoyment.

Immediately afterwards, a strange force came out from the ancestral shrine, directly sweeping Wu Ling and Jiang Ning out of the house.

......

Jiang Huanyu grabbed the void without warning, only to see the void become blurred, and then a black shadow appeared in front of everyone.

"Boy, you are worthy of the blood of the human emperor, it is indeed good. ”

The person who spoke was surrounded by black, carrying a long sword in his hand, even the sword body was black, and the tip of the sword was against Jiang Huanyu's claw, it was the evil spirit cultist who attacked everyone on the flyover-necromancy.

"Huh!"

A slight friction sound came out, and I saw a bloody hand stretching out from the cuff of the necromancy, hovering up along the black sword in his hand, and the tips of the bloody fingers flashed with green energy, directly grabbing Jiang Huanyu.

"Hmph! The young man will do this kind of stealing and touching dogs. ”

Jiang Huanyu snorted coldly, he seemed to have known the changes in front of him for a long time, his other hand was raised instantly, his index finger and middle finger were together, the starlight around his body surged, filling the palm, and the two fingers that were together were instantly jaded, like a sharp sword poking at the bloody hand.

The hands collided, and the two fingers full of starlight instantly burned a hole in the bloody hand, the bloody hand was invincible, fled in a hurry, and the blood shadow flickered, the blood spirit of the Taoist temple sneak attack on Kanazawa appeared behind the dead spirit, and the body of the blood spirit was hidden under a red cloak, very abstract, and his face was blurred, and it was very terrible to look at, like a persimmon that had been stepped on.

Overall, it just looks a little more condensed than the Blood Monsters in the Sky Tree House.

After Jiang Huanyu forced back the sneak attack of the blood spirit, he twisted the palm of the black sword that resisted the necromancer, grabbed the sword body violently, raised his foot and kicked directly at the necromancer, the necromancer jumped up with both feet, avoiding a heavy blow from Jiang Huanyu, and at the same time took advantage of the momentum to pull away the black sword in Jiang Huanyu's hand and retreated to the side of the blood spirit.

"The grandson of the emperor, there are really no wasted people under the fame, and the name of Zhenxing is worthy of the name. The Necronomicon complimented, and there was no lack of envy in his voice.

Jiang Ning's life and death were uncertain, Jiang Huanyu was angry in his heart, and with a twist of his right hand, the stars around him gathered in it, instantly turning into a sharp sword, the sword body was as bright as a hanging realm, the hilt of the sword was like a star, and the stars were dotted.

"There are young people who are waiting for you, and I am ashamed of the ancestors, and today I will take you two to pay tribute to the ancestors. ”

The necromancer shook the black robe, stepped out, and met Jiang Huanyu, the two swords, one black and one white, slammed together.

One is a rising star of the Nine Domains who has just entered the realm of Tianzun, and the other is an untouchable saint, and he gathers two stars, which is a full difference of two great realms.

One controls the light!

A manipulation to death!

"I want to see how you, a two-star Celestial Venerable, escaped from my Dead Silence Sword Domain. ”

In an instant, the sword intent under the witch tree was vertical and horizontal, shaking and swaying the branches, but not a single leaf fell.

At the same time, Kanazawa on the side stood up, he glanced at the black mark on his wrist, and said to the blood spirit, "We have an account to calculate. ”

The blood spirit's face trembled, and he didn't open his mouth, but the demonic voice came out: "Is it the hatred of the extermination of the clan three hundred years ago, or the disaster of slaughter a month ago, or the heavy damage to Huangqi City?"

Kanazawa's casual face showed a slight seriousness: "Let's count it together." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Qu Xiaomei and instructed: "Be optimistic about your junior disciples, the Evil Spirit Sect does things by unscrupulous means, they dare to provoke the Heavenly Dao Sect so openly, and the people who come are definitely not limited to the two in front of them." ”

Qu Xiaomei nodded, You Shanhong appeared by her side for the first time, Yuwen Haoming wanted to step forward to help, but was pulled back by the Mei brothers.

"The life and death of the little junior brother are uncertain, we have to find a way to rescue him. Mei Xiao said.

Yuwen Haoming said with a worried face: "Jin Lao has been severely injured by the blood spirit, isn't he looking for death without help?"

Mei Xiao smiled: "You are still young, I don't know when to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, take your time." ”

Immediately, the four of them appeared next to the witch tree, seriously looking for a way to enter the ancestral hall and looking for clues to rescue Jiang Ning.

Jin Ze was already impatient, he was attacked in the Taoist temple before, and after forcing the blood spirit to retreat, he knew that the poor Kou Mo was chasing, but the hatred in his heart was hard to extinguish, but the pursuit was fruitless for a long time, and it was not the first time he had learned the ability of the blood spirit to sneak away, and today is far better than back then.

Three hundred years ago, Jinze had infinite scenery, with the name of the first day of the Heavenly Dao Sect, crisscrossing the nine domains, invincible under the saints, and went deep into the 'spiritual domain' to encircle and suppress the evil spirit sect, and just happened to meet three of the ten protectors who rose in the evil spirit sect to do evil, and the two sides fought and beheaded two of them, only the blood spirit fled.

After the escaped blood spirit recovered from his injuries, he infiltrated the Xuantian Domain and found Kanazawa's descendants in the world, five generations before and after, a total of more than 600 people, killed them all, and used the blood of these more than 600 people to refine a vicious curse, forming a bloodline seal, and cutting off Kanazawa's path to becoming a saint.

From then on, Kanazawa became depressed, entered the Hundred Herb Garden, and became a gardener.

A month ago, Jin Ze and Mingzun accompanied Shen Tuhou to explore Wushan for the first time, and they heard the news of the blood spirit. Passing through Huangqi City, he was attacked by the Evil Spirit Sect, and more than ten disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect died, not to mention, and in the end, he also lost the Realm Spirit Stone.

Everything he is suffering from at present, including the blood poison on his body now, is directly related to the blood spirit, for him, the blood spirit not only makes him cut off his children and grandchildren, but also cuts off his path as a walker, he is thinking about how to slaughter the evil spirit sect all the time, how to kill the blood spirit.