Mo Fan continued to urge the meridians, retracting his power little by little.

"Explode me!"

Seeing Mo Fan's momentum increase little by little, Song Xiaotian's face was distorted, and he roared angrily and unwillingly, seeing that he was about to enter the eleventh level, but now he was ruined.

Since you kid dare to play Lao Tzu, then go to death!

Song Xiaotian detonated the remaining energy in Mo Fan's body.

But the next moment, what made Song Xiaotian dumbfounded was that Mo Fan was not only not blown into a rain of blood, but he completely lost control of the formation in Mo Fan's body, and saw a blood-colored magic array suddenly appear under Mo Fan's feet.

The magic circle was engraved with countless cumbersome and mysterious inscriptions, and the inscriptions floated into the air, constantly condensing, converging into a blood-colored chain with a thick wrist, which was wrapped around Mo Fan's body, and Mo Fan's eyes were suspended in the center of the magic circle, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling, and the cells were restless, constantly thirsting for something.

Mo Fan was slowly floating on the blood-colored magic circle at this time, the complex inscriptions on the magic circle were constantly changing, and a huge suction force would envelop Song Xiaotian entirely, constantly sucking out the energy on his body, and then turning into a blood-colored mark engraved into Mo Fan's body, Mo Fan felt a warm current constantly pouring into his body, extremely comfortable.

Song Xiaotian's face was like ashes, and he clearly felt that there was a suffocating force on Mo Fan's body, although he was in an extreme state of explosion, he still had a trace of sober consciousness.

"Boy, you are very good, I will definitely find you again and devour all your flesh and blood!" Song Xiaotian gritted his teeth, his eyes were like a materialized blade, he took out a thin piece of black jade in pain, and then crushed it fiercely.

"Smack"

The jade slip was shattered, and the sound was subtle. In an instant, an earthy yellow formation appeared at Song Xiaotian's feet, and the light of the formation flickered, enveloping Song Xiaotian in the blink of an eye.

"Huh"

Just between the lightning and flint, a vague blood shadow appeared behind Mo Fan, he grabbed the blood-colored iron chain, threw it at Song Xiaotian like lightning, and pulled him out of the formation fiercely.

The earthy yellow formation disappears.

Suddenly, Yu Guang glanced at his smooth right arm, Song Xiaotian had forgotten the pain, his face was dull, and his brain seemed to have stopped.

When the blood gushed out like a pillar, Song Xiaotian let out a painful roar, he covered his right arm tightly, lowered his head, and his whole body was trembling.

"Impossible!

When he saw the vague blood shadow hanging quietly behind Mo Fan, Song Xiaotian's pupils were almost dilated, and he shook his head like crazy, and the blood slowly dripped down his body to the ground, and a boundless fear drowned him deeply, and the feeling became more and more intense, and his heart was beating wildly.

The blurred blood shadow disappeared, but the blood-colored chain still tightly wrapped around Song Xiaotian, ruthlessly strangling into his flesh and skin, making him bleed all over.

"Ahh

Song Xiaotian let out a long, terrifying howl, mixed with fear, pain, and other more serious emotions. Song Xiaotian's face was miserable, and several strands of red blood slowly flowed out along his seven orifices.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored iron chain wrapped Song Xiaotian in its entirety, without missing a single gap.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, Mo Fan shook his head, "You and I have no grievances, but there is a cause and there must be an effect, and this is the result of your own suffering." ”

Then, Mo Fan sat cross-legged and began to refine the blood-colored marks in his body, each of which contained the two energies on Song Xiaotian's body, that is, the spiritual power and the power of the Thunder Shadow Leopard.

The blood-colored iron chain continued to convey the power on Song Xiaotian's body to Mo Fan, and the momentum on his body continued to rise.

Seventh-level Battle Spirit Master!

The pinnacle of the seventh-level Battle Spirit Master!

Rank 8 Battle Spirit Master!

The pinnacle of the eighth-level Battle Spirit Master!

"Boom"

A blood light the thickness of a water tank slammed into the sky from Mo Fan's body, the surrounding air was shaken open, and a wave of air blasted away the prohibition of the room, instantly leveling the entire second floor.

The blood light scarred the night sky, and at this time, Mo Fan's momentum was as if a demon god had been born!

After a long time, Mo Fan breathed steadily, his face was calm, feeling the surging power flowing in the meridians, Mo Fan slowly stood up, he spread his hands, and a trace of the power of the Shura blood armor appeared in his palm, only to see that this trace of power had just been condensed, and the surrounding spiritual power began to surge wildly around his palm, and Mo Fan hurriedly withdrew it.

"You can now condense blood patterns at will, even against a tenth-level war spirit master, you have the ability to fight. The fat old man said.

"It turns out that the power of this Shura Blood Armor is called 'Blood Pattern'. Mo Fan's eyes were shining, and the nine spirit patterns on his body gradually disappeared, and now that he had reached the ninth level of the Battle Spirit Master, he could already condense a trace of blood at will.

With a move from Mo Fan's hand, the blood-colored iron chain disappeared, and with the disappearance, there was also Song Xiaotian.

......

After missing Mo Fan, the third round of the meat eating competition was held as usual, although some gold owners were dissatisfied, but due to the strong strength of the young man in the flower robe, he could only shut up and watch the game dryly.

"Boom"

As the restaurant shook violently, the smoke and dust were everywhere, and everyone was frightened, and the weak leg ran out of the door, but they were still stunned by the aftermath, looking at the second floor that had become a ruin in the blink of an eye, everyone was a little dumbfounded.

"It's him!"

Looking at the figure standing quietly on the second floor, the corners of Crazy Iron's eyes trembled, and his face showed a touch of incredulity, and the other four players did the same, staring at the second floor with dull eyes.

"That's, Twenty-Nine?" The owner quickly recognized Mo Fan.

Seeing such a situation, the young man in the flower robe turned pale, and hurriedly released his spiritual sense to quickly sweep the surroundings several times, and then the face of the young man in the flower robe was as ugly as eating, and he couldn't find any trace of Song Xiaotian.

"Damn it!"

The flower-robed young man scolded angrily, the ten spirit patterns on his body flashed violently, and he jumped up to the second floor in one step, his fingers probed out like a blade, and suddenly the sound of breaking wind sounded, and such a fierce force seemed to directly penetrate Mo Fan's chest!

Looking at the killing intent of the young man in the flower robe, Mo Fan seemed to be on guard, the black arc on his body flickered, the figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, Mo Fan waved the black knife, and directly slashed at the arm of the young man in the flower robe in a tricky arc.

The pupils of the young man in the flower robe shrank, he didn't expect Mo Fan to react so quickly, his wrist twisted weirdly, avoiding the edge of the black knife, his fingertips slammed on the back of the knife, and under his seemingly random point, a strong force surged out in an instant, the black knife sank suddenly, Mo Fan's body was stunned, taking advantage of this gap, the figure of the young man in the flower robe flashed back one after another.

Seeing Mo Fan's current strength, he couldn't help but say more, and the young man in the flower robe also knew what was going on.

"I swear to the sky that I will kill you today!" Shi Shang's eyes were as cold as ice, and he squeezed these words out of his mouth fiercely, now that Song Xiaotian is dead, as Song Xiaotian's servant, he can't live at all.

As the oppressive aura in the air became heavier and heavier, where did the gold owners still have the heart to think about the game, this immortal fought, and the people who suffered were all mortals, so they scattered in a hurry and hid far away.

The killing intent on his body was strong, as if he had an intractable grudge with Mo Fan, a ruthless color flashed in his eyes, the spiritual power in his body was running to the extreme, he stretched out his right hand, and a black and white energy body began to roll in his hand, and then he flipped his hand, and this black and white energy body fell to the ground, turning into a black and white wave that shrouded the entire Piaoxiang Pavilion.

"The kingdom is turned upside down. Shi Shang said in a cold voice.

Suddenly, the entire Piaoxiang Pavilion lost all other colors, and even the golden ceiling and gorgeous potted plants were now in black and white.

What's even more amazing is that the second floor, which was originally destroyed into a pile of ruins, is now slowly and automatically repaired with the naked eye, gradually restoring its original appearance, like a broken mirror reunited.

At this time, Mo Fan was surprised to find that his strength was fading little by little, and finally stopped at the peak of the sixth-level Battle Spirit Master.

"This is the fifteenth upside-down country of the Xiling List, I finally saw it. Romon Gusan straightened the small round hat on his head, and he said with a smile, there was a faint Sanskrit sound lingering on his body, and the black and white waves could not invade him for a point.

"Although he is our target this time, it seems that it is a pity. Madness Iron shook his head and glanced up at Shi with a little regret.