At the same time, in front of them, the Spirit Stone Pill, which seemed to be unable to absorb anything, also disappeared without a trace.

Bang!

Frost City, in the midst of a palatial mansion.

Inside the main hall.

The black-robed man slashed out with a sword, and there was a sound of footsteps outside, apparently a loose cultivator walked in.

"The younger generation has come all the way to get the spirit stone pill." As soon as the man entered the door, he said respectfully.

Without hesitation, the black-robed man immediately tore off a large piece of tender meat from his body and handed it to him.

The loose cultivator stretched out one hand, respectfully grasped it in his hand, and immediately turned into spirit stones and pills that exuded a rich aura.

"Thank you! Then thank you Frost City! The monk smiled and took his leave.

Before he could step out of the cave, the excitement at the beginning turned into a kind of greed.

After a while, a few casual cultivators also came.

Bang!

The sky was vast, and the colors were spreading.

The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" is still standing in mid-air, his face calm.

He looked at it, and in his eyes, a picture of Frost Resisting City appeared.

The wounds on Zhan Wuji's body are constantly healing, and his strength is constantly being divided, but the momentum on his body is still rising, and the momentum on his body is also constantly rising, which is extremely weird.

The "Five Plagues" ancestor was shocked in his heart, the technique used by this son has an extraordinary background!

It's just that, this time, they met themselves!

At this moment, I saw that in the city, Zhan Wuji slashed down with another sword, and several blood-colored sword lights slashed through the sky, and those monks who had just obtained the spirit stone and pill were killed in an instant.

The "Five Plagues" ancestor looked at the bloody scene in front of him and nodded with relief: "Okay!"

Nowadays, kill as many as you can!

As long as he can kill half of the people, he can correct his Dao heart!

It would be a waste for such a ruthless and powerful young man not to be the savior of this world.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that the momentum on Zhan Wuji's body suddenly changed, and his figure was also changing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the momentum and appearance of this junior had all become the "Five Plagues" ancestor!

The old man of the "Five Plagues" glanced at it lightly, and the next second.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, and then, blood gushed out, and a large piece of flesh was bitten off by the invisible fangs!

As the blood gushed out, the momentum of the "Five Plagues" ancestor suddenly withered a little.

The "Five Plagues" Ancestor frowned slightly, and immediately glanced at the monk who had taken the spirit stone and the pill.

While thanking him, this casual cultivator looked intently at his newly acquired resources, for the ancestor, the things in the hands of this casual cultivator were no longer Zhan Wuji's, but his own!

His cultivation, before he crossed the tribulation, could he do this between this heaven and earth?

While he was thinking, another loose cultivator walked into the main hall, bowed down, and took the spirit stone and pill handed by the man in the cloak.

Just as he was thanking, the body of the "Five Plagues" Ancestor was torn off again, and then, his body disappeared out of thin air.

The momentum on the ancestor's body decreased by a few points.

The "Five Plagues" ancestor didn't talk nonsense, and slapped it directly with one palm, towards the monk who blessed himself with the rhyme.

Blood is like smoke, smoke is like mist.

The monk was powerless to fight back, and was killed instantly, and his body exploded, turning into fireworks in the sky, and spilling into the courtyard.

Although he was beheaded here, the "Five Plagues" ancestor, the injuries and momentum on his body did not show the slightest sign of improvement.

It was in the [One Realm] that the momentum of Zhan Wuji suddenly skyrocketed.

Seeing this scene, the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" was stunned for a moment, and then his face became much more solemn, this junior can actually hide the law of a holy land!

This scene reminded him of a powerful existence.

Just as he was thinking this, another new casual cultivator walked into the City Lord's Mansion in Frost Rejection City, and after saying hello, he successfully took over a piece of meat from Zhan Wuji, who had incarnated as the "Five Plagues" ancestor.

That piece of flesh and blood, as soon as it touched the palm of the loose cultivation, turned into crystal clear spirit stones and pills.

In mid-air, the "Five Plagues" Ancestor was torn open by an inexplicable force, and blood was splattered, and his momentum was stagnant again.

The old man of the "Five Plagues" looked as usual, and immediately pinched out a simple handprint.

In the Frost Resist City, the ancestor who was transformed by Zhan Wuji, the thick carpet under his feet, suddenly became extremely soft, and a stream of dark red blood slowly seeped out from the carpet and rose rapidly.

Pieces of mirrors slowly rose from the bloody water.

Each mirror is elongated, and from the outside, each side is exactly the same, giving it an ancient, cold feeling.

The surface of the mirror is red, like drops of blood, with a strong smell of blood, and the edge of the mirror is an eye, like a blooming flower, dense, dense, giving people a gloomy feeling.

I don't know who carved it, carved vividly, one by one, like a living thing, each eye, are dripping with blood, quietly looking around, like a bronze bell under the eaves of the reincarnation tower.

Blood-colored mirrors formed a circle, enclosing Zhan Wuji in it.

The body under the cloak still maintains the image of the "Five Plagues" sect master, but in the blood-colored mirrors, the image of Zhan Wuji has been meticulously reflected.

Outside, a few ragged and dusty monks crept in, bowed down and said, "I'm here to receive the cultivation resources provided by Frost Resisting City......

And behind that table, Zhan Wuji, who looked like the "Five Plagues" Grandmaster, did not move at all, and in the blood-colored mirror, he was holding a hand straight towards him.

Seeing that he was about to tear off his body piece by piece, he saw a thick black like a solid body, rising abruptly, completely enveloping the mirrors.

And this kind of pitch black, but different from the general pitch black, has the ability to block the field of vision and shield perception, that is [Cloudy Mist]!

The blood mirror was completely obscured, and Zhan Wuji's face could not be seen clearly, so he cut off a large piece of flesh from his body and handed it to the monks.

Those scattered cultivators, who didn't know what was wrong, put away the piece of flesh and blood one by one, looked at the spirit stones and pills inside, and left one after another.

High in the sky, a large piece of the body of the "Five Plagues" ancestor was cut off again, and the momentum of the whole person fell again.

He was dressed in gray and hunting, and his hands were sealed.

In the Frost Rejection City, in an empty hall, there was a commotion sound.

The gorgeous ceiling, walls, and floors all seemed to be drenched in rain, and blood was oozing quickly.