Scarlet blood spurted or splattered, more or less squirted out of the wound, and then left to the ground.

Then it began to gather in a heavy rain, and finally it was stained with the color of the earth, and the blood lost its original taste and became black.

Although the rain was heavy, it could not dissipate the bloody aura, on the contrary, the bloody aura became more and more intense, so one fierce beast after another joined the battle, but the result was that the smell of the air was disgusting.

A faint fragrance emanated from a verdant lake that was only thirty-three feet long, but this scene happened around the lake.

The lake is thirty-three zhang, which seems to be not small, but compared with the surrounding crowd and beast tide, this lake is small and pitiful, and waves of monks are fighting around the lake, and then they begin to occupy a powerful position around the lake, but as soon as someone walks up with their front feet, there is a cold knife stabbed into the heart behind them.

There is no cruelty, there is no bloodthirstiness, there is just indifference, and there is numbness.

The battle has reached a fever pitch, although there are times when it cools down, but when the springs in the lake begin to boil and spit out one after another, the battle begins to heat again, and the blood begins to heat and then flow out mercilessly.

Originally, there was no rain in the sky, but when many monks used fire spells and thunder attribute spells, the weather in this place began to change, and the essence was pulled, forming clouds, and the fire god power bloomed and released high temperatures, so a heavy rain slammed down.

There are monks in monks' robes, witches in black robes, barbarian cultivators who are injured in ****, and monks in Dongsheng.

There are four people in total, and of course, there are spirits, beasts, and some strange plants.

Fierce beasts are bloodthirsty, especially the monks, and the qi and blood have a fatal attraction to them.

And those strange plants moved from afar, but from time to time they absorbed the blood and water on the periphery, and the bolder ones dragged away some corpses.

If it was in the past, these fierce beasts or plants would be cut down and killed by these people, but who still cares about it at this time.

The monk was indifferent. is ruthless to themselves, and even spares their lives to snatch these command flags, so how can others have mercy on them.

After half a day has passed.

The fluctuations emitted by the tokens on the waists of the two Kikina finally disappeared, and this scene appeared in front of them.

The celestial phenomena within a radius of dozens of miles have changed, making this place extremely depressing.

And most of the people who participated in the battle were in the Transformation Spirit Realm, a very small number of Yuan Spirit Realms, and as for the Ancestral Spirit Realm, there were no ones, and the levels of such battles were already different.

A head of the head of the monster manifests into its true body, large or small. Roll up an old tree, directly as a weapon to fight, the momentum is terrifying, one by one the boulders are swallowed by the spirits, and then there is a rapid spit out, with boundless strength to attack the opponent's body, savage and bloody.

And it's up to them to spread the battlefield around, otherwise, the monks in the middle are afraid of suffering.

This is also the default rule of everyone. Basically, spirits vs. spirits, monks vs. monks, no spirits can target monks, and no monks intentionally besiege spirits.

Otherwise, it's a mess. Then these monks may be defeated in a few rounds, and one of the spirits will be easily killed by the formation.

Kimana meets the tengu, who at this time manifests a huge body, but it is still much smaller than his opponent.

His opponent was a white wolf. However, the black stone also swept aside, and the two joined forces to defeat the black wolf. The white wolf didn't entangle, and just dodged and left.

At this time, the stone jumped high and swept over a banner that the white wolf had not had time to snatch.

After investigating for a while, Mu Ming and the others also found a pattern, every time the spring in the center of the lake appeared, the battle was also the most intense, and at that time, there would be a number of order flags spit out, the color of the order flags was different, but there were seven colors, and after the monk or spirit captured these order flags, the order flags would release some wonderful air currents that were absorbed by them and their breath was different.

After glancing at the demon vine, Mu Ming said, "Be careful. ”

The demon vine roared and went straight away, turning directly into the body, not daring to be careless at all.

In just a few moments, he knocked a raccoon sprayed with thunder and lightning and clouds into the air, while a cyan order flag fell into a vine and was rolled up.

The demon vine threw the vine directly, and after Mu Ming took the flag, suddenly, the leather scroll in the Tianling Platform emitted a strong desire.

"Origin!"

Several of Kimina's spirit bodies heard an old voice, and the giant egg also came out with thoughts, hoping that Kikina would fight for these things as much as possible, and these things would be of great use.

There is no need to think about anything, Kinawa also knows what this thing is, these things hide the power of the source, because his scriptures run faster in his body, and he emits golden light.

Mu Ming ran the scriptures to his eyes, and suddenly found that there was a milky white air flow in the Ling Qi appeared in the field of vision, and after looking at it for a while, these air currents dissipated, but there were white points of light flashing, and when Mu Ming saw these points of light, he already understood that this was the embodiment of the origin, and it was very rich.

When Ki Na jumped past the demon vine, he quickly said, "The more you grab, the better, these will be of great use to you and me." ”

When the demon vine heard this, his momentum rose sharply, and his murderous aura soared to the sky.

Kiona quickly dodged the attack of a spirit and made his way to the place where the monks gathered to fight.

When Kinawa arrived, he realized that the battle here was even more fierce.

The rain continued unabated, and the dirt under his feet turned jet black, and Kikina stepped on it, bringing a bloody aura, and he couldn't help frowning, but then his eyes became sharp.

A man wearing animal skin dreamed of smashing a white bone stick towards Mu Ming's head, Mu Ming's heart moved, and a sword qi was cut out from between his fingers, and the sword qi did not spread out, but it was condensed in front of his fingers for more than a foot, but the sword qi was invisible and invisible.

The man roared, his eyes showing excitement, he seemed to prefer killing to fighting for these things, although those things were useful, but they were more about cultivating qi and blood.

Seeing Ki Na take his attack with his bare hands, the man's laughter suddenly became cheerful. But the next moment, his body trembled, and he felt a fierce aura directly crush the thoughts in his big stick.

Shocked in his heart, this feeling seemed to be only available when facing the disciples of Dao Tiange, his heart moved, and he was about to retreat, but Mu Ming had already made a move, so naturally there was no reason to take it back, and the sword qi cut off the white bone and the big stick roar did not disperse.

Mu Ming flicked his fingers directly, only to hear the sound of breaking the air, the man did not see any magical powers, but the hairs on his body stood on end.

A sword roared softly, blood flowed from the man's eyebrows, and a thumb-sized blood hole appeared.

However, the man did not die immediately, his eyebrows emitted blood light, and then a white mist appeared and wrapped Mu Ming's sword qi in refining.

Mu Ming's complexion changed slightly, and at this time, the man condensed his qi and blood, and in the blink of an eye, Xuedong in the center of his eyebrows disappeared.

But he had palpitations, but his face was full of murderous intent: "You actually broke the sacrificial power given to me by the mountain god, and I am about to kill you." ”

Mu Ming sneered: "I thought it was your own means, but I didn't expect it to be so, but it's a pity that this power can only protect you once." ”

Anyway, three fingers flicked, the man learned to be obedient this time, he didn't dare to be careless, and he dodged again and again, although he couldn't see the sword qi, but he could feel the sound of splicing and breaking the wind.

Avoiding three sword qi in a row, the man began to stop being afraid, and when he was about to say something, he saw the corners of Mu Ming's mouth raised, and the handprint changed, and the man found that the rain around him suddenly solidified, and then the rain was like a spirit, one after another, and a fierce aura was released.

Wooden name seal: "Rain kill!"

As soon as the words fell, a strange fluctuation emanated, which was shrouded by Kimina's thoughts.

The man used his mastery, and the power of qi and blood was dispersed, shaking the surrounding rain away, but it was still too late, and more rain gathered, and one after another rain swords penetrated his body, just a moment of effort, his head, torso and limbs were already shattered.

Kikina exhaled lightly, but instead of feeling joy, he showed a solemn expression.

This man seems to be tall, but he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his cultivation is not high.

Mu Ming asked himself that the combat power of the same level was relatively high, but in the face of a barbarian monk, it was quite difficult, of course, because he was not familiar with the enemy's methods, but the barbarian's combat power was strong.

Without stopping, Kimina continued to run towards the center.

At this time, the spring in the lake erupted again, hundreds of rays of light flashed, and those spirits changed to fight, and they used means to take away the erupting order flags, and the monks inside also used their magical powers.

There was a command flag that also flew in the direction of Ki Na's location, and Ki Na was overjoyed, and hurriedly recited the seal to control the rain to wrap the Ling Flag flying over, but the rain suddenly exploded after it was wrapped.

Then, Mu Ming heard the sound of the Buddha, and a young monk recited the Buddha's name and saluted Mu Ming: "Amitabha, this makes the flag and the little monk have a fate, and the donor cannot force it." ”

Mu Ming was stunned for a moment, and then his face became weird, and he was funny and angry in his heart, this tone sounded like a little monk, but when he said it from this mouth, it sounded different.

"Oh? This Lingqi has a fate with you? I saw you take it away from me, little master, this is a forcible robbery, how can I force it. ”

Kinama didn't make an immediate move, but asked rhetorically.

The monk said: "What the donor said is true, but now that the flag is in my hands, then he is destined for me, if it is related to you, then it should be in the hands of the donor, right?"

What the monk said was very reasonable, so Mu Ming said: "The fate of the little master is to get out of the way, I also know some Buddhism, why don't we discuss it." ”

The monk said: "I see that the donor's six roots are pure, so it is better to enter my Buddhism." ”

Mu Ming's murderous intent was born, because there was some kind of power in the words of the monk Fang Cai, and he actually shook his will.

"Good, good!"

Ki Na sneered, but he also made a move, but he also pronounced the Buddha sound in his mouth. (To be continued.) )