And at the same time that Xuan Cheng Dao's mouth uttered the words "Great Blood Spell" word by word, around the altar or so three feet or so, a dazzling blood light exploded!

Like a huge red cocoon, and like a huge blood ruby.

At this moment, the indomitable and unstoppable Great Dao Demon Descending Sword was actually blocked in place, as if there was endless pressure tearing at it, making it difficult to advance an inch.

No matter how hard Xuanyangzi urged, he couldn't let it get close to Xuancheng Daoist for half a minute.

The big sword and the Taoist are only an inch apart, but they are close to the end of the world and cannot be shaken.

Bang!bang......

Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded, not Li Yanzhi's*, but the blood-red cocoon formed by the Xuancheng Daoist launching the forbidden technique, and the explosion sound.

Under the urging of this loud noise, the Great Dao Demon Descending Sword was defeated and retreated. The distance from Xuancheng Daoist has changed from one inch to one foot and two feet...... One Zhang......

Whoa......

Followed by Xuanyangzi, who was the imperial envoy flying sword, retreated again and again, retreating a distance of three zhang. Finally, the right foot slammed on the ground, and the entire ankle was completely submerged in the ground, which barely stopped the backward trend.

"Poof!"

After settling in place, Xuanyangzi suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole face was pale and terrifying.

Apparently suffering from severe internal injuries and excessive physical exertion.

"Senior brother, what's the trouble!"

However, Xuanyangzi didn't pay too much attention to his serious injury, but looked at Xuancheng Daoist in the blood-colored cocoon, and said sadly.

The Great Blood Spell is a forbidden technique that is strongly triggered at the cost of more than half of one's own natal essence blood, and it is extremely powerful. Now the Xuancheng Daoist has not put this force on offense, but has completely transformed it into a defensive capability. At this moment, there are four Xuanyangzi, I'm afraid it will be difficult to break the defense!

With such a strong defensive capability, the price paid is also very great. The most important thing for an immortal cultivator to cultivate is to cultivate his natal essence blood, which is the essence of a person's cultivation. If you abandon it, it is no different from giving up your own cultivation and life.

Looking at the shape of this blood-colored cocoon, Xuan Cheng Dao people are afraid that they have paid at least two-thirds of their natal essence blood!

That is to say, after a while, after the Great Blood Spell is cast, the cultivation of Xuancheng Daoist will cost six or seven out of ten, and only three or four percent will remain, and Shouyuan will only be afraid that it will only be more than ten years.

This is what makes Xuanyangzi sad.

His junior brother, for the sake of the power of the demon king, was willing to pay such a heavy price!

Is it worth it?

In the blood-colored cocoon, Xuan Cheng Daoren's firm eyes can be regarded as answering Xuan Yangzi's question - some things are worthless in the eyes of others, but in their hearts, they are more important than life.

In order to prove that the master was wrong fifty years ago, and he was right, even if he made Xuancheng Daoist pay for his life, he would not hesitate to do so!

Everyone has an obsession in their hearts, and this is the obsession of Xuancheng Taoist.

"Ahhh......hhh

Zhao Yuanqi, who was suddenly wrapped in a silkworm cocoon, let out a heart-rending roar of pain.

On the face, neck, and arms, the earthworm-like lines suddenly expanded by several points. The whole body was like an inflated balloon, and the clothes on the body were torn apart, and it seemed that it was about to explode and die at any moment.

And above it, there is not much power left of the demon king in the reincarnation disk - only one-tenth is left, and the demon power grafting can be successfully completed!

Success is imminent!

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this, Xuancheng Daoist let out a burst of ecstatic laughter, as if the joy and ambition of many years were about to be successfully completed.

The laughter grew louder and louder, shaking the entire chamber.

It shows his unparalleled self-confidence.

But if you look closely, you will find that in the depths of Xuancheng Daoist's eyes, there is no relaxation or relief in the same expression as his expression. On the contrary, a wisp of worry, nervousness, and worry quietly emerged, and then he forcibly suppressed it in the bottom of his heart-

At this moment, it is the power of the demon king that has been grafted to the most critical moment. Success, or failure, in one fell swoop!

Although there is a ninety percent success rate, the only one percent of failures should not be underestimated. After all, the power of the demon king is not pure, and the demonic energy and yin evil qi in it have not been completely removed.

Once something goes wrong, resulting in a large-scale rejection effect in Zhao Yuanqi's body, it will fall short, and so many years of hard work will be in vain.

Although Xuancheng Daoist was worried and nervous at the moment, he was no longer able to help Zhao Yuanqi do more with the Great Blood Spell, and only hoped that Xuanyangzi and the others would retreat in the face of difficulties, and not to regenerate the incident at this time, launch an attack, and affect Zhao Yuanqi.

The laughter and pretending to be calm just now were just deliberately creating a false impression for Xuan Yangzi and the others, so that they were afraid and retreated.

"Senior brother, the success of the grafting of demon power is imminent, once it is completed, the four of you are afraid that there will be no way out. Thinking of you and my brothers, I advise you to leave early, so as not to give up your lives in vain for a while. The Xuancheng Taoist in the blood-colored cocoon suddenly persuaded bitterly at this moment. In his expression, there was a hint of the same family in the past.

Xuanyangzi looked at this expression, and his thoughts seemed to return to fifty years ago at this moment - two teenagers, Master Cheng Huan, were practicing immortal arts in the Yunyin Sect......

Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Xuan Cheng Daoren's mouth, knowing that his words had a role.

"Boy, you and the stupid fat man take Qin Yu away!"

But just when Xuancheng Daoist thought that his plan had succeeded, suddenly, Xuanyangzi said to Li Yanzhi next to him without hesitation.

Xuancheng Daoren's smile stiffened on his face for a moment, and he said in disbelief: "Senior brother, you ......"

Xuanyangzi's words were obvious, let Li Yanzhi and the other three leave, and he stayed to deal with Zhao Yuanqi and Xuancheng Daoren.

Obviously, he had seen through Xuancheng Daoren's true intentions and what he was really afraid of what would happen.

Let Qin Yu and the others go, in case he didn't succeed in stopping it, so that Zhao Yuanqi's demonic power grafting would be successful, at least the three of them would die in vain without accompanying them.

Demon King Huang Kai's demon power, even if there is only one-tenth left, it is definitely not something that Xuanyangzi and others can deal with.

So Xuanyangzi is gambling - if he can successfully prevent the grafting of demon power, he will be born, otherwise he will die!

It's just that he doesn't want Tu'er, Li Yanzhi and Bao to gamble with him today.

"Senior brother, we have been in the same family for 20 years, your pretense of calmness, external strength and hard work, you can deceive others, but you can't deceive me. ”

Facing the incredulous gaze of Xuan Cheng Daoist, Xuan Yangzi sneered.

While speaking, the Great Dao Demon Descending Sword and the Demon Seeking Pendant on his body surged towards the blood-colored cocoon.

If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent!

At this moment, Xuanyangzi was ready to die.

"You guys, get out of here!"

The only ones who can't let go are their own apprentices.