Mo Xiaoshou lay in the forbidden place and looked into the distance with great hatred.

She is now weak and powerless, and if it weren't for the support of the blood path under her, I am afraid that she would have suffered irreparable heavy damage. But the force was still being transmitted, and it was heavier than all before. If it continues like this, her level will really fall, and it will be difficult to make up for it.

"Poof......

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Mo Xiao hated Luo Yang. The other party is obviously a small person, if it were the past, she would be able to solve a lot of them casually, but let the other party seize the opportunity, not to mention all her net worth, and use the terrible formation here to constantly weaken.

"Hehehe, trapped in the seal for many years and not coming out to walk, this divine bone is about to rust. Well, very good, since you don't make me feel good, I don't call you good either. ”

Those who are familiar with Mo Xiaoshou know that the goddess laughs, which is a sign of anger. However, the smile didn't last long, and the sound of the drum resounded through the refining pot, and the blood path changed.

"What?" Mo Xiaoshu, who has never had much expression on his face, made an exception today, hating, laughing, shocked, and angry, which made her feel the mood swings that she almost forgot.

There are thirteen posts in the God Refining Cauldron to store guards and guards, which can put pressure on masters who are caught in the ban.

Just on the first post, there stood a hundred-meter-tall figure, which was none other than the War Paint Giant who had reached the limit.

I saw that the tall body was surrounded by golden light, and the purple aura was soaring to the sky, and it seemed to form two extremes of day and night, rotating around the body. The beard and hair exploded, and the golden retriever poked out of the purple scales slits on his body and exploded and grew with a very distinctive character, looking fierce.

Razor-shaped dragon horns, silver eagle beak, golden wings, anchor tail, and a third eye, where is the original appearance?

The giant's eyes are full of ferocity, and he has a tendency to lose control, and he keeps attacking with fists and feet aimed at the direction where Mo Xiaoshou is, so that the layers of strength are transmitted to the past, and the pressure is relieved in this way.

When the War Paint Giant reached its carrying limit, it was far more dark energy than Luo Yang expected to consume, and even this strange War Paint Giant fed back its functions, causing the Xuantian War Paint on its body to change to a corresponding degree.

Dragon horns, golden wings, anchor tails, scale armor, and four arms, all of which were there, consumed a total of about five percent of the divine will fluctuations, so that as soon as they broke through to the Great Sage level, they began to move upward, reaching the level of the middle stage of the seventh-level Battle Saint.

War paint attainments are indeed high these days, but they are also limited.

Because the War Paint Giant exceeds the existing level so much that it is unable to be called, it is like a baby dance sledgehammer, which is difficult to control. Therefore, it can only be placed in the alchemy pot, and the order is given to attack all enemies who inhale the pot. After that, there was nothing to do with Luo Yang, attacking Mo Xiaoshou was like instinct, and he would fight tirelessly until he exploded the enemy.

In this way, there is no place to consume space dark energy, what should I do? Luo Yang was in a hurry, recalling that it was difficult for the War Paint Giant to build the anchor tail, and it was easy to build the third eye, this phenomenon gave him inspiration, the simpler it seemed to be, the more simple it was, the less simple it was.

The road is simple, don't play complicated, just play simple.

Luo Yang was attacked earlier, spurted out two mouthfuls of blood, and sealed off the red mist space with him. The battle saint was full of vitality, and the blood mist gathered together to form blood droplets, and he hit these blood drops with his mind.

Grab the blood droplet in your hand and hang it above your palm, then send it into the Xuantian War Paint, and use all your strength to spread the blood droplet, forming a blood film that envelops your body.

The Xuantian War Paint kept evolving on the open blood membrane, and that kind of geometric-level variable quickly consumed the dark energy of the space.

"Po ......"

The blood film was shattered, Luo Yang waited! Stretch out another drop of blood, allowing the Xuantian War Pattern to evolve and engrave.

After a while, there was another soft "pop", and the blood film broke in response, sputtering out many tiny particles.

Soon these tiny particles will regroup, condense into blood droplets for new attempts, and in the process, the blood droplets will be consumed to support the blood drops.

Under the frantic expansion and impetus of the dark energy of the space, the Xuantian War Pattern was rampant like a virus, but fortunately, Luo Yang found it the most painstaking business, which was to build a perfect spherical shape.

What is a perfect spherical shape? That is, it reaches the extreme of physical data at all times, is not affected by any external influence, and needs to shield all the forces in the world from interference, which sounds like nonsense.

, okay! No, nonsense, can the divine will fluctuations in the Xuantian War Pattern be consumed? This divine consciousness fluctuations produce spatial darkness all the time, like a dog's skin plaster, which is so difficult to entangle.

You must know that the outside world is changing all the time, gravity, water vapor, electromagnetism, breathing, etc., is it a pipe dream to maintain a near-eternal circle with the expansion of a blood film formed by a drop of blood?

The circle is simple, it's too simple, isn't it just a circle? How difficult can it be to envelop the body? In fact, it's really difficult, the Xuantian War Paint has the property of self-evolution, and it keeps splashing ink on the blood film, and I draw it once, and I can't do it again, and I can't do it again, and I can't do it again.

Luo Yang played the role of a lever fulcrum, providing "paper" for the war paints, and through hundreds, thousands, and thousands of attempts, he consumed as much as thirty percent of the vast and boundless divine will fluctuations, but the problem also followed, seeing that the true life was about to bottom out. Because the blood droplets repeatedly shatter and need to be restored, it is simply too cost-effective to consume a little bit of true life.

"Hehe, I have to thank Mo Xiaoji, if it weren't for these jade beetles, I would be finished. ”

Five bright light trees appeared, and with a slight urge, white light possessed, and the emerald beetle quickly collapsed and shattered.

In fact, this is the power of the God Refining Pot, Luo Yang pondered that the jade beetle might not be enough, maybe he had to toss those immortal sealed god corpses into it, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "Made, come and go quickly, I will die!" The key is that I didn't want to take risks this time, I was forced by Mo Xiaoji, hoping to get the war paint as soon as possible, and then settle accounts with her. ”

The blood film grows and breaks over and over again, and I can't remember how many times it has been repeated.

Not to mention, countless geometric figures of the word "Kai" are superimposed, carving complex golden lines on the blood film, making the "circle" tend to be stable.

Luo Yang raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Steady, hurry! ”

Wu Xiao had already eaten a small belly, watching the master "play" on the side, and immediately agitated when he received the order, stepping on the blood film circle covered with gold veins to make trouble.

An amazing scene appeared, the blood film was towering and motionless, obviously it was just a thin film, but under the engraving of the Xuantian war pattern, he ignored all kinds of external forces, and Luo Yang's jaw almost fell off.

"How is it possible?"

For the first time in his life, he didn't want to succeed, because success meant nowhere to unpack.

The Shenlu in the middle of the five elementary schools was very bright, and knew how to use tools, so he ran over and kicked the brush that Luo Yang had studied before. Unexpectedly, the small golden light that lingered on the tip of the pen magnified, and a pistol was drawn in an instant, and with a "bang", the blood film shattered, and Luo Yang flew out.