With the killing of dozens of people, this treasure pavilion could no longer restrain the overflow of blood mist, and began to permeate the sky above the Qian family.

At this time, in the Treasure Pavilion, many corpses fell to the ground.

What no one noticed was that the blood of these corpses, in addition to some of them spilling into the blood mist, and most of them, as if they had their own consciousness, involuntarily flowed towards a place.

The blood flowed clean, and the spirit and spirit that had not yet overflowed on these corpses were also absorbed, and the body that was still full just now was dried up like grass mustard and became a dried corpse.

Then it shrunk until it became a lump, and the clothes on the body collapsed with the support of the body, and finally the corpse inside disappeared, leaving only the broken clothes on the ground.

And the blood and spirit that disappeared all climbed upstairs one after another at this time.

At this time, there was already a sea of blood upstairs, and countless blood-colored tentacles connected to a person sitting cross-legged on the ground in the middle.

On the man's legs was a knife of extraordinary length, which was as quiet as a normal sword.

Unlike ordinary swords, there were countless tentacles hovering over its body, repairing the cracks on its body.

The person sitting on the ground was Zhao Lei, and the one on his legs was a rebellious demon knife.

One person and one knife sat on the ground like this, and there was only the surging sound of the sea of blood in the entire space, and countless spirits and spirits were sucked by Zhao Lei and the demon knife.

After a long time, Zhao Lei took a long breath.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a red light flashed through his eyes.

Zhao Lei looked at the demon knife on his leg, his heart was still throbbing, and he couldn't help but think of the previous picture in his mind.

At that time, Zhao Lei was covered in blood, his whole body was covered with cracks, his hair was gray, and even his delicate face was wrinkled.

Even so, Zhao Lei still desperately squeezed the mana in his body and slammed towards the demon knife.

I don't know if it was affected by the demon knife, or if the previous picture of the two emperors infected him.

At this time, Zhao Lei was also stunned, and he was very stubborn to separate from this demon knife.

Zhao Lei rarely does not consider interests, disregards himself, and desperately does one thing with his life.

Even though the demon knife has caused a lot of damage to Zhao Lei, Zhao Lei is also suffering from the pain of thousands of knives every moment.

But he couldn't completely defeat Zhao Lei, at this time, he was as tenacious as an emotionless stone.

It was as if no pain, no suffering, could move him in the slightest.

And because of the impact of mana, the demon knife also had an extremely slight crack on the blade.

Until this time, the demon knife was also a little scared, it didn't understand where the limit of the person in front of it was, and it was already damaged.

The young man in front of him, who had seen countless times that he was about to fall, was still standing there, even though he was about to become an old man from a young man, he was still holding on there.

The output mana has not changed in the slightest, but the demon knife is about to be unable to hold on, and after hundreds of years of washing, it is no longer the blood-stained demon knife that terrified the world before.

It's just an unlucky thing that is placed in the corner of a small clan and is dusty, and no one cares about it.

Even though people came and went in this treasure pavilion, no one looked at it again.

In this way, many years passed before the person in front of him reached out to it again.

The crack slowly grew larger, spreading from the root of the knife to the tip of the knife, and the murderous aura released by this demon knife was also affected, and it slowly began to fade.

Zhao Lei noticed this change, and then he threw the package on the ground, and the jade box was scattered everywhere, but there was one in his hand.

The jade box was opened, and a human-shaped spirit grass appeared in front of him, and its head was tied with a red rope, which was a thousand-year-old ginseng, if this thing was not tied with a red rope, it would be lost when it encountered soil.

Zhao Lei didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he stuffed it into his mouth in one bite, between his lips and teeth, his mouth was filled with an earthy smell, and the tip of his tongue was bitter but sweet.

After Zhao Lei swallowed it in one gulp, it was hot all the way from his mouth, throat to stomach, and he only felt that his stomach was like a stove.

The body that was already exhausted also began to have strength, the whole body was hot, the energy recovered a lot, and the body felt swollen.

A wisp of warmth flowed out of Zhao Lei's nostrils, crossed his lips, and fell to the ground.

Zhao Lei tasted it with his tongue, and the smell of blood in his mouth was permeated.

It's blood!

This thousand-year-old ginseng is too replenishing, and Zhao Lei was injured at this time, his body was weak, and he was weak for a while, and he had a nosebleed.

Zhao Lei didn't let it go, these medicinal powers were wasted, and suddenly a greater mana than before poured out of his body, but there was still some medicinal power accumulated in his body.

Zhao Lei didn't do anything, and began to run the sixteen-character proverb taught by Meng Bei.

This set of secret methods was originally used to refine and refine qi, and with so much medicinal power and essence accumulated in Zhao Lei's body, if he didn't use it for cultivation at this time, when would he wait? Isn't it a waste?

This prescription does not match, so what, that prescription is the most suitable, but the others are not necessarily impossible.

It's all refining essence, as long as it can be turned into mana, it doesn't matter if it's a big road or a path!

Zhao Lei was originally based on dantian, supplemented by this secret method, even if there is any problem in cultivation, giving up is no more than a set of incomplete exercises.

Zhao Lei began to breathe according to this secret method, and the majestic medicinal power in his body, as if he had found a homecoming, was constantly running in his body, and this medicinal power was constantly refined and extracted in the process of operation.

When it finally entered the dantian, that medicinal power was directly refined and purified, and the most difficult beginning of cultivating this exercise, refining the acupuncture points, was easily cracked.

If Meng Bei and the others knew, I am afraid they would vomit blood angrily, and Zhao Lei seemed to be cheating, bypassing this bottleneck.

There is no way to do this, who calls Zhao Lei an orthodox immortal cultivator, and the dantian has already been developed.

In the original Zhao Lei's dantian, another wave of mana was generated around it, just like an egg white wrapped around the egg yolk.

Because there was another mana in the dantian, it had only been running for three days, and the dantian had already had a feeling of swelling.

And Zhao Lei looked at the two distinct mana in the dantian, frowned, and felt a little bad in his heart.

In a person's dantian, there are two completely different mana, although Zhao Lei has little experience, he also knows that this is definitely a taboo in cultivation.

As far as Zhao Lei's mana is running now, he feels a little unstable, and the original thick and condensed mana is also a little complicated.

This is not good, Zhao Lei thought to himself that this secret method was used to improve his strength, not to hold him back.