Sensing the soul-destroying aura contained in the soul-destroying sword qi, Xueli frowned slightly, flipped one hand, and a fist-sized pitch-black bell appeared out of thin air in his palm, slamming towards the soul-destroying sword qi.

"Bell"

With the sound of a rapid bell, a black large bell phantom appeared, and with this as the center, a layer of black ripples rippled out from it.

The Soul Exterminating Sword Qi collapsed when it was touched, and it was completely suppressed.

However, before he could be happy for a moment, the top of his head was already shrouded in black light, and a palace-sized black giant palm fell from above, emitting a circle of black light waves from it.

It was the Great Black Heavenly God Palm.

In an instant, everything within a radius of dozens of zhang was frozen, the space seemed to be frozen, and the black bell in Xueli's hand was also obviously suppressed, and he could barely make a sound.

The expression on Xueli's face changed, and he immediately put away the black bell, raised his hand and threw a punch into the air.

When he threw a punch, his left arm was thick, and a layer of fine blood-colored scale armor appeared on the surface of his body, and a stream of blood light visible to the naked eye pushed out from his shoulder, heading straight for the end of his fist.

As its fist blurred slightly, it suddenly turned into countless blood-colored fist shadows that overlapped and overlapped, and suddenly gathered together, recondensed into a blood-masked fist shadow the size of an attic, carrying the power of incomparably rich blood qi, a roar rose into the sky, and smashed into the black giant palm.

The fists collided, and there was a bang!

The moment the blood-colored fist shadow burst, it released an incomparably powerful force that tore apart the Great Black Heavenly God Palm.

The strong shock was so bloody that he couldn't help but take a few steps back before he regained his footing.

His expression gradually became solemn, and he had to re-examine Yuan Ming.

And Yuan Ming has roughly figured out the strength of the blood force through these attacks and temptations, and it seems that he should have broken through the physical cultivation of the body of Vientiane, and is known for his speed and strength, but I don't know what hole cards he still hid?

Just as the thoughts in his heart were turning, a blast in the air interrupted his thoughts, but it was the blood that had already killed again.

Looking at the oncoming enemy, Yuan Ming did not dodge anymore, but directly swung his sword to meet it.

After completing the co-fate, after adapting to these few rounds of fighting, Yuan Ming was already able to keep up with the speed of blood.

This time, the two tacitly put away other bells and whistles, and fought together simply with the ability of physical cultivation.

In mid-air, the sound of swords and swords suddenly rang out, but the figures of Yuan Ming and the two had disappeared, and only the afterimages that flashed intermittently in the void and the ripples that stirred up proved the existence of the two.

In the blink of an eye, they had fought dozens of rounds.

The more Yuan Ming fought, the more he fought, the more frightened he became, because in order to suppress Yuan Ming, he had unconsciously mobilized his "will", and by burning blood, he had greatly improved his physique.

As a result, his speed and strength were constantly increasing, and he was already more than three times as strong as he was at the beginning.

But Yuan Ming was not suppressed by him, and his speed and strength continued to increase with his improvement, without the slightest flaw exposed, nor did he show the slightest decline.

It was only at this time that Xueli finally understood that maintaining this strange state was Yuan Ming's intention.

At the moment when he was slightly distracted, Yuan Ming suddenly approached and slashed down with a sword.

The blood came back to his senses violently, and hurriedly blocked it with a horizontal knife, the two swords intersected, and after a short wrestling, one of Yuan Ming's fists smashed into his chest.

The punch seemed to be slow and unpretentious, just like when a mortal man swung his fist at each other during a brawl, and landed straight on his chest.

However, with an indescribable force coming, Xueli suddenly felt a shock in his chest, and his body involuntarily flew upside down.

Yuan Ming punched it, and his figure was blurred, and he chased after him like a shadow.

Just as Yuan Ming raised his fist and was about to smash it out again, he suddenly saw the blood force pressing his nose with one hand, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit forward, and the billowing dark red smoke suddenly erupted from his mouth, pouring like a wave, instantly submerging Yuan Ming's figure.

As soon as he rushed into the dark red smoke, Yuan Ming immediately sensed a corrosive aura, immediately closed his eyes and nose, and his body retreated backwards.

However, the smoke that filled the sky was faster than him, blocking his back path.

In an instant, Yuan Ming felt as if he was in a dark red space, and everywhere he looked, it was red.

"Oops." Yuan Ming's consciousness was released, and after a little probing, he couldn't help but sink in his heart.

Unexpectedly, this dark red smoke still had the ability to shield the divine sense, and with the power of his half-step witch soul, it could not penetrate it.

Just when Yuan Ming was surprised in his heart, a grand voice like Huang Zhong Dalu suddenly came from the mist:

"Yuan Ming, if you can force me to use this Heaven Devouring Demon Skill, you will die unjustly."

The moment the words sounded, Yuan Ming only felt that the sky above his head suddenly darkened, and before he could retreat, he suddenly noticed that the fog was rolling and surging under him, and the same shadow rushed towards him.

He tried to escape with a retreat technique, but his figure blurred slightly and disappeared in place.

The next moment, he felt that the surrounding area was still red mist, and the huge shadows above his head and under him were still there, and they were still approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For a while, Yuan Ming's heart was full of doubts.

Once he used his escape technique, how could he not fly hundreds of thousands of feet away, how could he still be in this shadow shrouded range?

Could it be that this spell caused the heavens to rise, so that he had no escape?

"Impossible, impossible, even the Fa cultivation of the Void Realm can't do this." Yuan Ming quickly rejected his conjecture.

But as a half-step Yan Wu's soul cultivator, he also knew that this was definitely not an illusion.

In this way, there is only one situation that can be explained, that is, his divine consciousness was affected by the dark red smoke, and under the confusion of his five senses, the escape technique he cast failed.

He's just spinning in circles.

And by this point, it's too late to escape.

The huge shadows on the upper and lower sides had already closed, and he only felt that the air around him was tight, and his entire body was wrapped in an invisible force, and an indescribable majestic pressure deeply imprisoned him.

Immediately after, Yuan Ming felt an irresistible attraction behind him, and his body suddenly lightened, and he was pulled by that force and fell backwards.

Soon, Yuan Ming's feet fell to the ground, but he only felt that his feet were soft, and he was a little unsteady for a while.

It was dark all around, and there was no light, so you couldn't see anything clearly.

Yuan Ming rubbed his fingers, and a ball of fire lit up on his fingertips, reflecting towards the surroundings.

His gaze wandered left and right, and only then did he find himself in an irregular enclosed space, with a dark red wall of flesh overhead, all around, and under his feet, covered with something like fascia.

"Haven't I been swallowed into the belly of some demon beast?" Yuan Ming thought in surprise in his heart, but suddenly remembered the "Heaven Devouring Demon Skill" that Xue Li had said earlier.

Although he had never heard of this kind of exercise, he had to guess a possibility that he was most likely swallowed by the blood force that he used this Heaven Devouring Demon Skill and swallowed it into his abdomen.

"It's not easy to refine this space in the abdomen." Yuan Ming muttered.

He didn't feel too nervous in his heart, but felt that this blood was really a bit arrogant, and he didn't know that some things couldn't be eaten indiscriminately, let alone people?

Yuan Ming raised his hand and stroked the dark red flesh wall beside him, and a burst of white smoke suddenly rose from his palm, which carried an extremely strong corrosive force.

As soon as he raised his foot again, when he looked down, he found that the soles of the pair of magic boots he was wearing on his feet had been corroded to the point of being riddled with holes, and it was not much closer to being corroded and burned.

At the same time, a burning and itching sensation began to come from his throat and nose.

After Yuan Ming coughed dryly a few times, his eyes were so sour that he almost burst into tears.

Only then did he realize that this fleshy wall space was not as simple as he imagined, and if he stayed any longer, he was afraid that something would go wrong.

As soon as he thought of this, Yuan Ming immediately no longer hesitated in his heart, held the Soul Destroying Sword with both hands, urged the body of Vientiane, and the power on his arms converged, slashing towards the front.

"Whew"

A black sword light suddenly burst out more than ten zhang long, flashed through the void, and landed on the flesh wall in front of him.

There was a loud "bang".

Where the sword light fell, the dark red flesh wall shook violently, and was torn and pressed by the powerful force, and an extremely deep imprint was dented inward, but it rebounded back in an instant, returning to its original state.

At the same time, under the violent rebound of the dark red flesh wall, a gray gas suddenly hit Yuan Ming.

Before they could get closer, a foul-smelling wind was blowing.

Yuan Ming frowned, waved his hand forward, and the rolling mana surged out, stretching out a translucent protective light shield in front of him, facing the gray gas.

As soon as the semi-arc light mask came into contact with the gray gas, it suddenly emitted a piercing "sizzle" sound.

The intense corrosive aura spread, dissolving the entire mask in an instant.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming's expression was slightly dark, and he hurriedly put away the Soul Destroying Sword, and with a wave of his hand, a red ancient scroll flew out, slowly unfolding in front of him, and a burst of light flowed on the blank scroll, and there was a faint sound of trembling.

It is the space spirit treasure Wanjiang map.

"Receive." Yuan Ming pointed at the same point, and said a low sigh in his mouth.

I saw that in the flowing light on the red scroll, it suddenly collapsed inward, forming a vortex that rotated extremely fast.

The gray gas was suddenly pulled by a powerful suction force, turning into a trickle and flowing towards the scroll.

It only takes a breath or two before and after, and the gray gas is absorbed.

(End of chapter)