"Blood Spirit Artistic Conception!" The Blood Spirit Demon Saint suddenly stood still, closed his eyes, and a strong oppressive force immediately filled the surroundings. candy floss

Lin Tian felt that all around him was blood, like a mountain of corpses in the sea of blood, the strong blood water invaded like sea water, and every bit of air he breathed had a strong bloody aura.

"Boy, accept your fate, become my blood slave, become a part of this sea of blood, you can feel the taste of blood, come on. The voice of the Blood Spirit Demon Saint's temptation sounded.

Lin Tian's five senses and six senses were completely covered by this intense sea of blood, everything in the world seemed to no longer exist, and as far as the eye could see, the whole world was blood red.

How is this possible? How can this be the case in this world, despite injustice, conspiracy, assassination, and evil. Marshmallow but there is still fairness, justice, light, kindness! Lin Tian was screaming silently in his heart, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Lin Tian felt countless blood rushing into his throat, and his mouth was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

I am not reconciled! I have not yet comprehended the artistic conception of the years, and I have not yet understood the mysteries of the universe. By the way, the artistic conception of the years, Lin Tianjindan beating, attracting the mysterious aura in his body.

That trace of breath spread from the golden pill and restored some of Lin Tian's strength.

As soon as Lin Tian felt a trace of fresh air from the outside world, he felt a huge spiritual energy rushing towards him.

Lin Tian used the power of the golden pill that had just awakened in his body to dodge this blow.

As soon as Lin Tian's body moved, the artistic conception of this blood spirit diluted a little. Lin Tian could dimly see some of the situation.

It was the Blood Spirit Demon Saint who attacked Lin Tian just now. At this time, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw that Lin Tian had actually dodged his blow. "Boy, there are two strokes, and you can rush out of my blood spirit artistic conception, it seems that your will is very strong, however, I have only launched fifty percent of the artistic conception power, now let you see my real artistic conception power!"

A faint blood aura appeared around the Blood Spirit Demon Saint's body, and his face turned bright red. He was concentrating on his strongest artistic conception.

The trace of breath in Lin Tian's body was trying his best to regain his consciousness, and at this time, he was already able to sense the situation around him. "Blood Spirit Demon Saint, you say, I will stand still and wait for your Blood Spirit Artistic Conception to come?"

At this time, Lin Tian fought the Yang King Fist and launched it with all his might.

The strength of 1.2 billion catties! This is all the strength of the Jin Dan restored by Lin Tian, and the forty percent strength of the Zhanyang King Fist!

The King of Zhanyang punched the Blood Spirit Demon Saint, and the Blood Spirit Demon Saint's blood spirit artistic conception also gushed out. The two different forms of power collide together.

The strength of the Zhanyang King Fist was invaded by the Blood Spirit Artistic Conception, and it was actually weakened by half! Only 600 million catties of strength remained.

However, with this 600 million strength, the Blood Spirit Demon Saint also changed his body and spit out his own blood spiritual light, so that he could catch it. However, there was still about 100 million forces that hit the Blood Spirit Demon Saint's body, making his face a little pale, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

"Good boy, you have a little skill, and you actually let me vomit a trace of Jindan essence blood. Boy, it looks like I'm going to kill you. The Blood Spirit Demon Saint roared and screamed, like madness.

Lin Tian smiled coldly, his state had recovered, and now the power of the golden pill was removed from the quarter of what was consumed just now, and now there was still half of the power of the golden pill. It is enough to punch fifty percent of the Zhanyang King Fist, and he still has the Spirit Devouring Sword, a magic weapon that can absorb spiritual power, and when the time comes, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose.

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