He Yiming's spirit was highly concentrated. And in the next moment, they all indulged in a magical realm.

With the protection of the white horse thunder and lightning by his side, He Yiming was very relieved. At least on this island, there is no stronger person than thunder and lightning.

Even Chu Haozhou, which was called the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan by the ancient demons, might not necessarily be able to win the thunderbolt.

It is Yihe Yiming who has deep confidence in his own safety.

When his spirit entered the Book of Shinto, he immediately felt a rain of blood, which fell from the sky in an endless way, and slowly converged into a huge sea of blood below.

In the sea of blood, there are endless whirlpools, these whirlpools are at different times, some are as large as infinity, and some are only the thickness of the little finger.

Suddenly, a huge suction force emanated from the largest boundless whirlpool below, and instantly sucked He Yiming down.

He Yiming's heart was shocked, and he tried his best to get rid of it, but to his shock, this suction force was simply incredible, even with his venerable-level strength, he was still sucked into it without resistance.

When his spirit was inhaled into it, his whole body suddenly trembled slightly. Then the temperature on the body slowly decreased, and the breathing was also absent.

The thunderbolt beside He Yiming turned over the horse's head, and its eyes showed a suspicious look.

Its strength is indeed extremely powerful, but it doesn't know much about the cultivation of human beings, and it doesn't understand what happened to He Yiming.

It's just that if he is as smart as it, he faintly senses it, and He Yiming's situation at the moment doesn't seem to be good.

It jerked its head and let out an earth-shattering hiss that spread far away, causing ripples visible to the naked eye in the space around it.

A long roar that also shook the heavens and the earth echoed in the distance, and then a figure flew over like a fly.

However, before the figure could fly, another figure overtook him in mid-air and landed on the side of Thunderbolt.

After just a few breaths, another figure finally came here, and also landed from mid-air, he looked at the previous figure, and said sincerely: "Chu has long seen that the cultivation of the hundred brothers is unfathomable, and it turns out that he has already stepped into the realm of the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan, and the younger brother is rude." ”

The previous figure was Chu Haozhou, and as soon as he heard the long hiss of thunder and lightning, he immediately rushed over. And the figure who came from behind was naturally one hundred and eight holding the treasure pig.

One hundred and eight glanced at Chu Haozhou, and then at He Yiming, standing in place, never moving again.

Chu Haozhou smiled awkwardly and glanced at He Yiming twice. Sensing the faint aura on his body, he asked suspiciously, "Brother Bai, what's wrong with Brother He?"

I don't know if it's because of a better mood, Bai Hundred and Eight said casually: "He's hibernating." ”

"Hibernation?" Chu Haozhou opened his mouth and muttered, "It seems that only animals hibernate in hibernation." ”

One hundred and eight heads did not reply: "Man is also a kind of animal. ”

Chu Haozhou rolled his eyes hard, but in his heart he was really jealous of Bai and Ba, and he didn't want to turn his face with this powerful master of the Five Qi Dynasty, so he had to laugh helplessly twice and never spoke again.

The few of them waited quietly like this, and it wasn't until an hour later that He Yiming finally breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his spirit from the book.

While everyone was waiting for him, his spirit had fallen into a whirlpool. However, to his surprise, the boiling blood in the whirlpool did not seem to have any effect on him, not even the slightest damage.

His heart immediately settled, and his heart was amazed.

After feeling the suction in the whirlpool, He Yiming already understood that he might have fallen for the ancient demon.

If you want to use your spiritual power to enter this void space, it is not that you can't, but you must do it under certain circumstances.

If you don't have any preparation, throw your spirit into the Shinto book. Then the only outcome is that the spirit is sucked into the vortex and never transcends.

However, this ancient demon could never have imagined that his physique was special, and although the blood-colored vortex here could suck the spirit into it, the power inside could not hurt him.

Because the power in the blood color is the blood coagulation technique of the Hao family in Changzhou, he has already mastered this power, so under the power system of the same root and origin, he can't bring him any harm at all.

When I looked up, the scenery in front of me seemed to change strangely again.

The endless vortex seems to have turned into a huge rotating mirror, on which are painted countless patterns, which combine to form countless magical changes.

He Yiming watched all this dumbfounded, and slowly, these patterns seemed to have a spirituality into his mind, and they were automatically arranged in his mind.

In an instant, He Yiming saw many lifelike pictures, and the only common characteristics of these pictures were weirdness and blood.

One by one, people of great power were slain, their bodies were torn open alive, and there were white beads in the center of their heads, where some flesh and bone of their bodies intersected.

He Yiming's eyebrows raised, and he immediately knew that those who were brutally killed were all powerful Venerables, and the relics in their bodies were taken out in this way.

All the relics were collected, and the largest one at the center of the eyebrows was the most important.

A Venerable after death. It can provide three to nine relics, but among these relics, only the one at the center of the eyebrows is the largest, and the life force contained in it is also the most powerful.

Slowly, one hundred and eight relics were collected together and arranged in a singular way.

He Yiming clearly saw that among these relics, seventy-two were ordinary relics, but there were thirty-six, but they belonged to the kind of big relics at the center of the eyebrows.

Then, standing among these relics, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which turned into drops of blood in mid-air, and scattered evenly on these relics.

A strange scene appeared, and these blood beads were filled with magical light, and gradually entered the relics.

He Yiming's eyes shone faintly, and in the center of this whirlpool, countless pieces of knowledge about blood power entered his mind. Let him understand that in the blood of human beings, there is a powerful and magical power.

Although this power does not belong to the power of the five elements, and has little to do with the energy of the outside world, the mysteries in it are not below the rest of the power at all.

At this moment, he even had such a feeling.

in the outside world. It is a huge cosmic world, but every human being is also a cosmic world in itself. It's just that the power of a single person's cosmic world is too small, and for the power of the outside world, it's nothing at all.

Day after day, year after year, when countless beads of blood seeped into the one hundred and eight relics.

The power in the relics was finally aroused. They stood up and turned into a fog man, a blood-red fog man.

At this point, He Yiming understood the origin of the fog man controlled by the ancient demon.

It's just that He Yiming was surprised. There were definitely less than a hundred relics used by the ancient demons, but there were as many as one hundred and eight relics in this whirlpool.

However, he soon understood the gap.

The moment the fog man in the whirlpool stood up, a huge pressure suddenly came to his face.

He Yiming's spiritual power was already extremely tenacious and powerful, but when he came into contact with this pressure, he immediately shuddered, and he just wanted to insist on resisting, and this pressure suddenly increased. In just a breath, the strength of this pressure has exceeded the limit that He Yiming can bear.

There seemed to be a loud bang in his ears, as if countless bombs were exploding in his ears at the same time, leaving him in a state of deafness.

Subsequently, He Yiming vaguely saw that the blood mist man waved his hand casually.

Suddenly, the world changed, countless whirlpools completely collapsed, and the entire heaven and earth began to groan under his tremendous power, and all the graphics and texts disappeared, even the whirlpools and everything else were gone.

There was only a blood-red patch between the whole heaven and earth, even the air.

He Yiming shuddered suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that his spirit had withdrawn from this magical Shinto book.

He inhaled deeply, recalling the knowledge of the blood power he had received.

He finally understood what these patterns represented.

This book is the top way to use the power of blood, using one hundred and eight relics with different parts, and then using some kind of strange secret method to refine, then after a long time, it will naturally condense into that kind of blood-red fog man.

Once formed, the Misty Man will become a formidable opponent who is even more difficult than the Venerable.

Once the Blood Mist comes into contact with someone, they can invade the opponent's body and absorb the opponent's blood to strengthen themselves.

Since this is through the training of blood power, there is a mysterious connection between the fog man and the main body. The body can completely control the actions of the fog man, and command as he pleases.

And unless it encounters a powerful existence like thunder and lightning, it is impossible for the fog people to be killed or injured at all.

Thinking of the strength of the fog man in the Blood Condensation Meridian, He Yiming's vest was dripping with cold sweat. Fortunately, what the ancient demon cultivated was only a broken Blood Mist Man. If he is allowed to refine into a complete blood mist man. Then today's results will be completely rewritten.

But when he thought about it, he was relieved.

If the complete Blood Mist was so easy to exercise, wouldn't this world have already become the world of the Blood Mist Man.