The sharp sword in the hand of the Seven Killing Ancestors showed endless blood light on the surface, penetrating the sky and the earth, like a river of blood lying in mid-air, illuminating the entire heaven and earth.

Between heaven and earth, there is an extremely fierce charm, which is moving.

The dense heaven and earth aura, as if crazy, formed a violent whirlpool around the sword body, and the momentum was terrifying.

Seeing this scene, Wan Changsheng also did not hesitate to urge all beasts to fight for control of the aura of heaven and earth.

In the battle of the Martial Saint, the competition of moves and cultivation is meaningless, and it can play a decisive role, and there are two factors that dominate the outcome of the battle, one is the majesty of the power of incense.

The power of Wan Changsheng's incense is superior to that there are many believers, and the total amount is large, and the Seven Killing Martial Saints, although there are only 100,000 believers, each of his believers is the kind of extremely vicious person, and the power of faith generated is extremely pure.

And the first round of the battle between the two can be said to be evenly matched, and the current competition is a competition of potential.

Potential is a very mysterious thing, specifically, it is the control of the space around the body, the control of this heaven and earth, and the oppression of the enemy with the power of heaven and earth.

The aura of heaven and earth is the key to manipulating heaven and earth, and the more anyone can control, the more powerful the power will be.

The long sword of the Seven Killing Ancestors hung in the air, but it did not fall, and the two started a battle for power.

For a while, countless visions appeared in mid-air, violent storms, lightning and thunder, like the scene before the end of the world, and the chaotic air currents were like steel knives, scattering in all directions, and the snow-capped mountains turned into flat ground.

Standing high in the air and looking down, the snowy mountain at this time has become a ruin, full of devastation.

"Immeasurable Sea of Blood!"

Seven Kills slowly spit out four words from his mouth, and an extremely wonderful change suddenly occurred in the whole person, except for the big white bone hand holding the blood ball, the flesh and blood of his whole body were slowly squirming, emitting like a thick fog.

The stinking and intense blood mist created a snowy scene in mid-air, with countless unjust souls wailing and a sea of corpses and blood.

The range of blood color is getting bigger and bigger, expanding unscrupulously, and gradually, this world is packed into it.

The river of blood that the long sword turned into melted into the sea, and the sea of blood was completely completed!

In the sky, there is a sea floating!

Standing in this sea of blood, the Seven Killing Ancestors were like giants coming out of the depths of the desolation, and their every move contained great power.

This is a sea of immeasurable blood.

It was the energy of his whole body.

Every drop of seawater represents a living human life, and in order to create this sea of blood, the Seven Killing Ancestors don't know how much blood has been contaminated in their hands.

And seeing this sea of blood, Wan Changsheng's face suddenly changed, and he became extremely pale.

There is no doubt that in this scramble, he has completely lost.

There is no chance of winning at all.

No matter how you say it, the Seven Killing Ancestor is also a long-established veteran martial saint powerhouse, with strong strength, and his methods can be called against the sky.

Wan Changsheng couldn't have imagined that the Seven Killing Ancestors could really create such a terrifying thing.

After all, the Martial Saint is not the end of the monk, every monk has practiced all his life in order to cross the tribulation and ascend to a higher level of the world.

And if the Seven Killing Ancestors did this, the possibility of success in the tribulation was infinitely close to zero.

All his energy turned into this sea of blood, and in the terrifying Heavenly Thunder, he would definitely be chopped into pieces, and there would be no scum left.

This man has gone completely insane!

With this thought popping up in his mind, Wan Changsheng looked at Lu Xia and shouted, "Brother Fang, help me!" ”

He asked Fang Wuji for help.

At this time, the situation is already quite dangerous, and there will only be one possibility of falling to the disadvantage in the competition of potential, that is, being pressed and beaten.

Fang Wuji glanced up, the light of the sea of blood shone on his face, and an inexplicable light appeared in his eyes.

Fear, surprise, fear......

And after glancing at Wan Changsheng, he didn't hesitate to rise into the air and stand side by side with him.

"Huh? Hahaha, you also have to go against my ancestor? It's really self-defeating! ”

Seeing the two of them, the Seven Killing Ancestor Ha Lu Ha laughed, with endless pride in his laughter.

The sea of blood has been completed, he is not worried at all, it is no exaggeration to say that in this sea of blood, he is the supreme existence, a god.

As long as there is still a drop of blood in the sea of blood, he will not be able to die.

Even if there are more martial saint powerhouses, they don't care at all.

"Seven kills, your time of death has arrived!"

"Brother Fang, let's join forces!"

Wan Changsheng shouted, a trace of pain appeared in his eyes, and a light quietly appeared in his fingertips.

It is a drop of milky liquid.

And when they saw this drop of liquid, Fang Wuji and Seven Kills' eyes were a little hot.

Eternal Spring!

The Eternal Spirit Spring is the supreme treasure of the Immortal Heaven, a well-deserved supreme treasure, and its preciousness is still above the boundless map of all beasts.

The eternal spiritual spring, hidden in the depths of the earth, is extremely rare for 10,000 years.

And its effect is also terrifying to the extreme.

Every drop of the Eternal Spirit Spring is the biggest trump card in the hands of the Immortal Heavenly Martial Saint, and with the Spirit Spring in his hand, no matter how serious the injury is, it can recover in an instant.

However, its energy is not endless, it is a one-time consumable.

In order to win this battle, Fang Wuji completely let go of his mind and used a drop of spiritual spring without hesitation!

After all, although the effect of the Eternal Spirit Spring is wonderful, it cannot directly improve the cultivation, and the plough comb is a thing that must be obtained.

In order to step into the higher level of the world, he will do whatever it takes.

At this time, the face of the Seven Killing Ancestors also showed a dignified look.

The effectiveness of the Eternal Spirit Spring, he was naturally clear, and the combat power of Wan Changsheng, who used the Eternal Spirit Spring, must have been extremely terrifying.

A desperate martial saint, a martial saint who doesn't have any worries at all, the combat power he can burst out can be imagined.

"Xiao Wanzi, hand over this drop of Eternal Spirit Spring, I agree to your request." After pondering for a moment, the Seven Killing Ancestor said quickly.

At this time, he also had to choose to take a step back.

Unexpectedly, Wan Changsheng still had this thing in his hands.

Decades ago, when several Martial Saint powerhouses joined forces to besiege him, Wan Changsheng had used a drop of Eternal Spirit Spring, and with the power of the Spirit Spring, he was unscathed.

The miraculous effect of the Eternal Spirit Spring is really terrifying.

The immeasurable sea of blood against the Eternal Spirit Spring is a fierce war of attrition.

Even if it was a reluctant victory, it was a pyrrhic victory.

Hearing this, Wan Changsheng raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, with endless anger in his eyes, "Hmph! At this time, I thought of being soft, and it was too late! Today, I will kill you! ”

People fight for a breath, Buddha fights for a pillar of incense, since he has made up his mind to use the Eternal Spirit Spring, Wan Changsheng no longer has the slightest concern, and his attitude is tough to the extreme.

At this time, Fang Wuji was also condensed with flames in his hands.

A little purple spark, slowly swaying, flickering, growing, gradually like a purple sun, suspended in his hands.

With the appearance of this round of fire day, Fang Wuji's momentum was also unprecedentedly strong, and even that sea of blood gave birth to the slightest ripple.

The three of them formed a corner, standing in the air.

The powerful momentum slowly climbed on the three of them, and at this moment, the air seemed to be stagnant.

"Fight!"

Finally, the momentum climbed to the extreme.

Wan Changsheng roared, and suddenly threw a punch, and the overwhelming green light formed the shape of an ancient giant tree, and blasted towards the Seven Killing Ancestors.

This punch, called the Eternal Evergreen Fist, is an exercise exclusive to the Martial Saint of Changshengtian, one punch, exhausting the strength of the whole body, there is no residue.

After blasting out this punch, the whole person is basically useless, and there is no strength to fight again, which is a means to save his life and fight desperately.

If the enemy does not die, he will die!

And now, with the existence of the Eternal Spirit Spring, Wan Changsheng didn't have to care about this at all, he didn't hesitate to punch this punch.

Rumble!

A sea of blood.

The huge wave of blood, shrouded in fist momentum, was steaming at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

A blood-red mist rose up, enveloping the entire area like a netherworld and a ghost realm, and half of the sky was blood-red.

The Seven Killing Ancestor manipulated the sea of blood, forming seven huge pillars of blood, rotating according to some extremely mysterious law, trying their best to resist this punch.

Wan Changsheng's desperate punch made him feel tremendous pressure.

Wan Changsheng has an eternal spiritual spring, and he can fight unscrupulously, but he can't.

His heart was almost bleeding.

Every drop of blood in this sea of blood is the purest energy, which he has accumulated over hundreds of years, but now, it is disappearing rapidly.

Moreover, such losses are simply irreversible.

If you want to restore the scale of the blood sea, I don't know how long it will take.

The two of them fought hard for their lifelong cultivation, and at this time, Fang Wuji's eyes quietly revealed a touch of weirdness.

When the purple sun finally expanded to the extreme, a fine light appeared in his eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, he flew towards the Seven Killing Ancestors.

"Brother Wan, I'm here to help you!"

He roared, but between his fingers, a pure and transparent flame quietly appeared.

Young.

Faint.

Pure.

There is not even the slightest energy fluctuation, just like the flame of an ordinary person's cooking.

Fang Wuji flicked his fingers and flicked this flame out of the sky again, but the target was not the Seven Killing Ancestors, but Wan Changsheng!

This flame flew silently towards Fang Wuji, like a trace of transparent air, burrowing into Wan Changsheng's body.

Rumble!

In less than a breath, Wan Changsheng's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were full of violent flames, and his whole person seemed to have become a volcano, erupting flames outward.

Wan Changsheng glanced back, his eyes showing extreme disbelief.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Fang Wuji would actually sneak attack him.

Subconsciously, he just wanted to fuse the Eternal Spirit Spring, but he couldn't do it at all.

Wan Changsheng felt that his soul and flesh were burning at a rapid speed, his consciousness was gradually blurred, his heart was like numbness, and his internal organs were burning.

A drop of spiritual spring quietly fell.

Fang Wuji remained silent, stepped forward, and took this drop of spiritual spring in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the Seven Killing Ancestor's complexion changed suddenly, and he subconsciously exclaimed, "Red Dust Karma Fire!" ”

"How is that possible!"

"How can it be the Red Dust Karma Fire!"

As soon as his body moved, he was shrouded in blood, like a lost dog, and fled quickly.

Red Dust Karma Fire!

This flame, although not any kind of fire on the rankings, is more terrifying than any flame!

Red Dust Karmic Fire, there is also a name, it is called the Fire of the Heart Demon!

In less than a breath, Wan Changsheng's entire person was burned into ashes and completely annihilated.

A generation of martial saint powerhouses has completely fallen!

A strange smile appeared in Fang Wuji's eyes, and he looked up at the sky, as if he was expecting something in his eyes.