At this time.

They all saw that the bloody aura was frantically surging towards Yang Yifan, it was too thick, as if blood was flowing, and then it didn't enter Yang Yifan's body.

Is this refining and restoring spiritual power?

A flash of horror also flashed in Tu Ling's eyes, there was heaven and earth spiritual power here, but it was full of strong bloody aura, and when it entered the body, it was like being cut by a knife, and the pain was abnormal.

The most important thing is that there are also many fragments of the divine souls of fierce beast powerhouses, although they have long lost consciousness, but the instinctive resistance is not to be underestimated, and it is extremely difficult to refine.

"Hmph, look how you cry later. ”

With a cold snort in his mouth, Tu Ling gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

The other people naturally knew the pain in it, so they all showed a look of waiting to see a good show, and while moving forward, their eyes still looked at Yang Yifan.

Hundred breaths.

A quarter of an hour.

The time of a stick of incense.

Tuling's faces have completely changed, Yang Yifan has been refining and replenishing himself, but he can't bear it as they imagined, let alone get injured.

Could it be that the bloody atmosphere here has changed?

A guy thought to himself, a look of hesitation flashed in his eyes, he immediately began to try, if he can recover some spiritual power, then, the probability of successfully entering the blood pool will definitely increase a lot.

The inheritance exercise was running, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth, which was full of bloody evil qi, was attracted and entered his body.

Pain.

It hurts so much.

The guy's face immediately deformed, and it felt like a sharp sword was piercing his meridians, and the endless beast roar resounded in his sea of consciousness, making his soul shake for a while.

He didn't dare to hesitate at all, he stopped instantly, a trace of blood had already appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were even more frightened staring at Yang Yifan's figure, he tried it and suffered some injuries, but Yang Yifan could hold on for so long?

Tu Ling also found out about the situation, where would he dare to try?

It's just that his face is getting more and more ugly, and in such a comparison, they lost to Yang Yifan again.

Yang Yifan is actually suffering from it, but it is still a lot worse than the pain of refining his body before, so it is not unbearable, and what he cultivates is the Heavenly Dragon Alchemy Technique, one of the most domineering exercises in the entire heaven and earth, and it will be much easier to forcibly refine those spiritual powers mixed with the fragments of the soul of the fierce beast.

Moreover, this is also a good grind for him.

Being able to continuously replenish spiritual power, Yang Yifan traveled faster, almost descending the mountain at the same time, but he threw Tuling and the others away from a distance of nearly fifty zhang, which made Tuling and the others panic, thinking that they would be able to crush Yang Yifan if they had the opportunity and improved their strength, but the current situation undoubtedly slapped them again.

Rumble!

As soon as one foot stepped into the blood pool within ten miles, the thick bloody aura in front of him immediately changed, surging rapidly, and in an instant, it turned into a hundred-foot one-horned tiger, and there was a pair of meat wings on its back, revealing a fierce killing aura.

And all around, one after another blood-colored fierce beast phantoms emerged.

Eight heads in total.

As soon as it appeared, the bloody aura in this area instantly boiled, like boiling water, constantly churning and rolling, and the scene just by looking at it made people's hearts tremble and their scalps tingle.

This did not surprise Tu Ling and the others, because the people who came in before had also experienced it, but the range was reduced, and it was when they entered the five-mile range, it was obvious that this was because of Yang Yifan's pure-blood human identity.

"This is the holy place of fierce beasts, and you can't get in. ”

Tu Ling felt a lot more comfortable, "Hmph, go back, otherwise I don't know how to die." ”

A sacred place for ferocious beasts?

Go back?

A touch of cold murderous intent immediately appeared in Yang Yifan's eyes, and the high battle intent soared into the sky, no matter how powerful he was, he had been dead for I don't know how many years, and he wanted to stop him with the power of this bloodline and the trace of power manifested by the remnant soul?

Moreover, he suspected that these fierce beasts were killed and thrown here by the War Clan in the first place, so as to form a pool of blood and use them.

With a backhand draw, the black and white spear was launched.

Yang Yifan raised his right hand, the spear was raised, and a large piece of brilliant spiritual light bloomed.

"It's bold enough. ”

"Self-defeating. ”

"Look how he died, huh. ”

Several other people also sneered, and at this time, they all followed, but it was still as usual, and there were no phantoms of those fierce beasts, it was obvious that Yang Yifan was targeted, and he had to move forward, not looking for death?

Roar.

The eight fierce beast phantoms roared in unison, and the sound waves spread like ripples, shaking Yang Yifan's soul.

"But a group of remnants want to stop me?"

The momentum on Yang Yifan's body has also reached a peak, his face is crazy, the high battle intent in his eyes is burning, and the spiritual power in his body is surging into the spear, followed by a sudden stab.

The black and white light flourished, condensing into nine hideous dragons wrapped around the barrel of the gun, roaring out.

It was the Nine Dragons that were shattered.

The furious aura rushed over, and the eight-headed beast phantom also pounced, but it was immediately shattered, and it collapsed into a bloody aura, surging in all directions.

But soon a fierce beast phantom appeared in front of him, and his strength was constantly improving, and his number doubled.

This is the most terrifying place here, these beast phantoms are not endless.

If there is a fierce beast phantom formed just after entering the range of ten miles, Tuling and the others will definitely not dare to continue to move forward, it is too dangerous, and the slightest carelessness will be torn into pieces and the end of the body and spirit.

Now, their speed has slowed down a lot, and they want to see if Yang Yifan dares to continue.

So much?

Yang Yifan's eyes couldn't help but dim slightly, and then an even higher battle intent erupted, and the wings of the gods and demons behind him directly unfolded, and his whole person instantly took off into the air, grabbing the black and white spear and flying forward.

If there is no way, then fight a bloody way.

After so many desperate situations of life and death were passed safely, he didn't believe that he would die in the mouths of these slaughtered beast remnants.

(End of chapter)