When the blood-colored bird heard this, it flew up from the palm of its hand and staggered forward, not at all smooth, like a clumsy chick fluttering its wings.

But in Yuan Huawen's heart, a huge vigilance suddenly rose, and a cold line on his back flowed down rapidly, and his hairs exploded instantly.

It was his instinct, but he himself didn't know why he was afraid of a timid-looking, harmless bird. He didn't know what kind of martial arts had condensed this little bird.

He and Meng Shuai didn't know that the last trick of the Qiankun Blood Shadow Killing, "Birth", was originally handed down from ancient times, but it was lost at this time, and it was after the collapse of the Qiankun family that the blood shadow was excavated and sorted out from the old collection, and its own sorting was added, and it was only then formed. It's no wonder that Yuan Hua didn't know each other, at this time, Qiankun Blood Shadow only had two moves.

The bird flapped its wings and flew in, and Yuan Huawen's gaze was involuntarily attracted to it, and even the pursuit of victory, which was originally intended, was stopped for a moment.

Seeing that the bird was approaching, Yuan Huawen suddenly woke up and said secretly: "It's not good!"

The magnetic light around Yuan Huawen was stressed, turning into rays of light and rushing towards the birds.

But these lifeless rays of light went quickly, but not fiercely, and when they came to the bird, they did not collide, but turned into hundreds of magnetic wires and went around the side, weaving into a huge cage in which the bird was locked. The six cages were locked separately, surrounded by magnetism and light, and immediately kept them a hundred feet away from them.

Changing from attacking to besieging was a split-second decision, and for some reason, there was a thought that he must stay away from these birds and not attack them.

After controlling the six birds, Yuan Huawen instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up to see Meng Shuai.

…… What about Meng Shuai?

As soon as he looked up, he found that the Meng Shuai in front of him was gone, and when he turned around, he found that only one of the six Meng Shuai was left, and there was no doubt that it was the real one.

What is that Meng Shuai doing?

Meng Shuai didn't cooperate with Xiao Bird's actions, nor did he prepare for a sneak attack, he was running back.

Looking at his hurried state, it should be said that he fled in the wilderness, and only by escaping can he have such a state.

Not good......

Seeing Meng Shuai's state of escaping, the shadow in Yuan Huawen's heart expanded even more, his heart sank, and suddenly he swept away and saw a blood-red shadow.

When I looked closely, I saw that the blood-colored bird had already flown towards me.

Wait, how did it fly? Isn't it trapped in a cage?

In an instant, Yuan Huawen saw his cage...... Relic.

The cage, which was originally airtight, had leaked a big hole at some point, and half of the cage disappeared, and there were still traces of bright red at the breach.

His pupils shrank, and there was only one thought: How could it be?

His magneto-optical cage was broken through at some point, and what was even more terrifying was that it was broken through silently, and even he, the master, didn't notice it. The Yuan Magnetic Light was originally a part of his True Qi, just like his body, his body was cut out of a big hole, and he was unconscious.

Turning his head blankly, he saw that the remaining five cages had all been broken through at some point, and six small birds staggered towards him. The blood-colored light was reflected in his pupils, like six floating blood flowers.

Yuan Huawen was really scared at this time, he only felt cold in his hands and feet after feeling fear for a long time, and his Yuan magnetic light quickly condensed, turning into six huge sticks, and pumping them towards the six birds at the same time.

He wasn't trying to blow the bloodbirds up, he was going to whip them away from him. He didn't dare to do a devastating attack because it scared him.

When six powerful clubs were drawn on the blood bird, they swept over the blood-red body as if they were pumping into the air.

However, this magneto-optical transit was not without effect, the six blood birds swelled at the same time, their bodies became larger, and their short tails grew long feathers in an instant, brilliant and gorgeous, and could not be forced to look at.

Phoenix!

The six birds instantly turned into butterflies, like phoenixes from the flames. The air seemed to think of Feng Ming, and the bright red blood-colored light suddenly became sacred from the bloody aura full of killing before.

Yuan Huawen couldn't help but be stunned by the scene of the phoenix's rebirth, and stopped for a moment.

This moment is fatal.

Immediately after, I saw six phoenixes stretching their feathers and rushing towards Yuanhuawen.

Their movements are very stretched and graceful, but they are incredibly fast, and almost instantly, they leap a distance of 100 feet.

In front of Yuan Huawen's eyes, he could no longer see the complete shape, only a piece of blood light remained.

"No—" a yell, abruptly stopped.

Red light in the sky!

"Ahh

But all the sound came from the magnetic light burst, and the last light of the blood-colored bird was silent. They just emitted an incomparably strong light, enveloping the entire arena, and everything that was shrouded in light was melted by blood.

Including Meng Shuai.

Although Meng Shuai escaped far enough, the blood-colored light was so dazzling that it instantly enveloped him in it.

At this time, he did not summon all his power back to protect himself like Yuan Huawen's final reaction, but just made a strange handprint and blocked it in front of him. And he himself, without any additional protection.

The only difference is that behind him, it is the Mirror Stone.

He used the last few seconds of escape time to come in front of the Mirror Stone, and his body was completely blocked in front of the Mirror Stone. And if someone looks from behind, they will find that where he touches the Mirror Stone, a seal figure is faintly flickering.

Immediately after, Meng Shuai, the Mirror Stone, and the mysterious seal were all drowned out by red light.

The sound of the storm stopped a moment later, but the blood continued longer. It took a cup of tea before it gradually dispersed.

The arena has been changed beyond recognition, the arena that had collapsed one floor has now become devastated and has no flat place, and the steps that were originally used as stands have also been scraped a layer, and the steps of the layers have disappeared out of thin air. Now the arena looks like a sinkhole from above. The pit was bottomless, and the broken earth and gravel were stained with a layer of blood red. It was as if there had been a bloody flood.

Under the sinkhole, except for the gravel, it was broken soil, which was stained with blood into pieces of mud, cemented together, and became a puddle of mud. There is no trace of anything alive.

In the air, there was a wheezing sound.

Poof, a figure fell from above, falling into the mud, covered in bright red and blood-colored mud, barely distinguishable.

The figure fell to the ground, except for the sound of heavy breathing, not a word, motionless, for a long time, before he opened his mouth, and with a puff, spat out a mouthful of blood.

The figure of "Ahem......" got up, wiped his face, and said in a dumb voice: "Yuanhua smells...... Are you dead?"

No one answered.

He asked three times in a row, wiped his face with his sleeve, wiped off a layer of blood, could barely see Meng Shuai's facial features, and said in a low voice: "It seems to be dead?

Meng Shuai muttered twice, feeling a little unreal, but then put this matter behind him, raised his head suddenly, revealing a fiery color, and looked up.

Above, there is a stone of mirrors.

The Mirror Stone was also covered in a layer of blood, almost blending in with the walls.

Meng Shuai struggled, probably because of excitement, he became lively again. With a light body, he has come to the mirror stone.

Raise your hands and punch!

With a bang, the fist slammed into the Mirror Stone, and with a few bangs, the fragments fell.

The Mirror Stone, broken!

The punch just now was not a punch that Meng Shuai threw with all his might, it was just the most ordinary attack. If this punch hits Yuan Huawen's body, I'm afraid it won't even be an itch, but if it goes down, it will shatter a mirror stone.

Of course, this is not because the Mirror Stone is particularly fragile, just now Yuan Huawen and Meng Shuai battled, and the surging Yuan Magnetic Power swept onto the Mirror Stone several times, and the Mirror Stone stood like a mainstay.

The reason why the Mirror Stone is so fragile now is that it is already full of cracks.

It has been eroded into fragile items by the power of the Blood Spirit.

Of course, this is not just the fish in the pond, but Meng Shuai did it intentionally. This was Meng Shuai's original purpose for using the Blood Spirit.

The last move of the Blood Shadow Kill, the new life, is certainly extremely powerful, but the conditions required are very harsh, requiring a large amount of powerful blood, in Meng Shuai's hands, there is only one blood spirit, or the reward obtained in the Tiger's Lair Secret Realm, which can be described as extremely precious. If it weren't for the life-and-death situation, he would not be willing to use this only opportunity.

But now it is indeed a crisis, not only about life and death, but also about the future.

Even if Yuan Huawen was defeated, Meng Shuai was not sure that he could get the Mirror Stone, and the best way was to break away from the Mirror Palace's procedures and directly shatter the Mirror Stone. But he is also not sure to break the Mirror Stone, as the Mirror Stone is a token of the heir, and the solidity of the body can be imagined.

In order to be insured, he needs to use the power of the blood spirit.

A blood spirit, to defeat Yuan Huawen, to smash the Palace of Mirrors, the task is very heavy. He had to take some risks.

For this reason, he borrowed the mirror rule and created six phantoms for the blood spirit, although the phantom is not as strong as the main body, but even if it is only a few percent, the six add up, and it has multiplied several times.

With such a great power and a closed space, it is not just Yuan Huawen who can threaten. Every space is threatened by blood.

But Meng Shuai was not enough, so he risked his life and activated the mirror seal in front of the mirror stone, absorbing blood-colored energy from all directions, storing it with the sea and all rivers seals, and then continuously transporting it to the mirror stone with the guide seal.

Although the Mirror Stone was strong, it could not withstand the divine power of the enhanced version of the Blood Spirit, and finally cracks appeared, and once one appeared, the second and third paths could not be stopped.

Although he was shocked by the aftermath of the blood spirit, Meng Shuai's mood was still very happy. He couldn't wait to come to the Mirror Stone and stretched out his hand.

Reaching into the Mirror Stone, Meng Shuai explored the shattered space inside with the regular power of the mirror.

Suddenly, he seemed to have something to gain, and a smile appeared on his face.