With his five fingers like hooks, he reached into his arms and pulled out a huge hole in the middle of Darklight Asammet's chest, dripping with blood.

Casually throwing aside the shriveled body of this member of the dark council, the bronze armor corpse king held a walnut-sized blood-colored pill in his right hand, turned his head to look at Chen Fusheng, the blood qi around his body was steaming, and the spirituality in his blood-colored eyes became more and more vigorous, but the fierce qi also rose, and for a while, there were some signs of getting out of control.

This refining corpse, after all, the real owner is still Zhong Zhi, Chen Fusheng is only using the effect of the demon seed to indirectly manipulate it, and the effort spent on it is not as good as that of the Dongchang Governor.

And after Zhong Zhi got some necromantic magic, he plunged into it, trying to use the stones of other mountains to attack his own jade, confirming each other, so as to break through the bottleneck of the current cultivation.

This bronze armored corpse king himself is a cultivator who has achieved the Tao and has become a high-grade qi practitioner, with qualifications, talents, and even inheritance on top of Zhong Zhi, if it weren't for the Zhong family's alchemy that is blended with the Demon Sect classics, it is indeed mysterious, and the mana is combined, it is impossible for Zhong Zhi to refine it as a natal corpse.

It's just that after absorbing the essence and blood of a blood marquis who is only one step away from the duke, it is not an exaggeration to say that this corpse king's cultivation is a thousand miles in a day, and the original chaotic and obscurantist spiritual wisdom has also been greatly opened, and it is no longer the prohibition that Zhong Zhi has laid before that can be restrained.

The yellow silk seal book spontaneously combusted without wind, and the lock dragon nails were forced out of the hole one by one, and the bullet fell to the ground, and the three thousand red dust silks broke apart inch by inch, turned into flying ash, and drifted away with the wind.

Of course, the more significant changes are still in this bronze armor corpse king.

The predecessor of this bronze armor corpse king was a disciple of Kunyumen, who was dressed in earth and Taoism, his breath was thick and condensed, and his physical body was far stronger than that of ordinary monks.

After being sacrificed by the method of refining corpses, he even cast a steel and iron bone that is difficult to be injured by a flying sword.

Although the magic of the corpse path makes this corpse king move quickly, coming and going like the wind, it is far from being the hands and feet that are difficult to bend and bend like those naturally formed zombies. It's just that inevitably, this bronze armored corpse king still gives people a sense of coldness and strength.

And after refining the origin essence blood that Chen Fusheng intercepted and condensed from the breath of the blood sea and the blood of this dark giant, he regained a bit of moisturization and suppleness, if he didn't consider the sharp nails and fangs, he looked no different from a normal flesh and blood body, just like a living person.

Even Chen Fusheng could feel that in the body of this bronze armored corpse king, there was fresh blood bubbling with the qi machine.

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"I don't see that you don't have a magic weapon in front of you, since you have refined the essence and blood of this blood clan, and your physique is easier, I think this magic weapon can also be used without hindrance, so I will leave it to you for the time being. ”

Feeling the majestic momentum on the bronze armor corpse king, Chen Fusheng bowed his head lightly, and with a move, the blood-colored portal that was about to turn into a meteor and escape into the distance suddenly shrank to the size of his palm, and was grabbed by Chen Fusheng in the palm of his hand.

Chen Fusheng released his divine thoughts, and instantly probed this holy weapon inside and out.

Not surprisingly, this Blood Clan Sacred Weapon was seriously spiritually damaged under the attack of the sword qi containing the ice and snow divinity, but although the power of this holy weapon was not enough to be comparable to the magic weapon, it was as if it had a natal primordial spirit, swallowing the vitality and repairing the slight damage by itself, and it seemed that it would not take long to recover as before.

What still made Chen Fusheng feel interesting was that although this was a blood clan holy weapon, in addition to the rich blood qi, there was also a strange fluctuating aura coming from this magic weapon.

And this artistic conception is no stranger to Chen Fusheng.

is similar to Darklight Assamet, with a strong murderous aura, and with the help of murderous aura, it goes straight to the netherworld.

"It seems that this blood clan has only bred thirteen clans since ancient times, and it is not unreasonable, not only because only thirteen ancient blood pools can communicate with the blood sea world that has been cut off from the Norland continent, and ensure that the power of the blood river will not wane. In addition to being a powerful magic weapon, this holy weapon also contains the inheritance of the blood clan, which can unconsciously lead the corresponding blood clan to cultivate in this direction. ”

After playing with one hand, Chen Fusheng had a bottom in his heart, and with a stroke in the air, a flooding channel appeared, leading directly into the blood-colored pond.

The white bone portal fell into the pool of blood, like a gluttonous beast, the portal opened wide, swallowing the blood water into it with the momentum of whale swallowing, bringing up a blood-colored vortex, which became bigger and bigger.

Washed by this blood water, the hoarfrost that had been covered by the portal quickly melted, and instead dipped into the portal, and the subtle injuries were quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On that day, Alice entered the blood pool of the Torredo family to practice, and Chen Fusheng used his Kunpeng Insight to get a glimpse of the essence of the blood clan through the demon seed that entered his body.

However, he didn't expect that at that moment, Chen Fusheng's Kunpeng Insight crossed a certain limit, and through a certain connection in the number of cause and effect, his divine thoughts crossed the void time and extended to the Netherworld Blood Sea World where the blood clan originated.

Then, the water of the sea of blood merged with the mana of the Buddha Gate formed by the comprehension of the "Vajra Samadhi Wheel Sutra" in his body, and even caused the vast sea of blood to differentiate a wisp of power, just like the ancient blood pool of the blood clan, it also opened a void channel, and dragged it in, and the bottom of the Underworld gathered into a blood-colored puddle in the Cave Heaven Artifact on Chen Fusheng's body.

Even with the help of the power of Bai Ze's Spirit Diagram, a group of blood sea creatures were born, which further enriched the species of Chen Fusheng's heaven and earth.

It's just that this passage is opened up by relying on the resonance of the mana of Buddhism and the sea of blood after all, and there is no physical basis, plus the time is still shallow, and the amount of communication and guidance is far from comparable to that of the thirteen ancient blood pools.

However, after this blood-colored portal fell into the blood-colored puddle, this passage suddenly stabilized, attracting a greater amount of blood sea water, and the blood sea qi that Chen Fusheng felt was also clearer and more vast.

In the vastness, Chen Fusheng only felt that the distance between himself and the sea of blood was one step closer.

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The blood light flowed, and the originally restless Bronze Armored Corpse King quickly calmed down after Chen Fusheng opened the Cave Heaven Magic Weapon and manifested the blood pool, his eyes were deep, and through the void, he stared straight at the blood pool, as well as the white bone portal that was floating and sinking in the blood-colored vortex.

After devouring and refining the essence blood of a blood marquis. This corpse king's physique has changed, and it is moving closer to the creatures of the sea of blood.

Now, after encountering the power of this source, it is natural to give birth to induction.

In particular, the vastness of the vast and unaware of its tens of millions of miles of blood sea and heaven and earth breath is grand, wonderful, for the first time to open the spiritual wisdom, it has not completely gotten rid of ignorance, it is no less than a blow of the primordial god master straight into the heart, the impression is so profound and shocking that it is difficult to describe in words.

It's just that instinctively, the bronze armor corpse king opened his mouth wide, desperately swallowing the ethereal breath escaping in the air, driving the mana qi in his body to surge, refining the skin, flesh and bones, muscles and veins, and carrying out the most thorough transformation.

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"Go!"

Chen Fusheng nodded slightly, and with a hand, the blue and red silk threads fell from the sky, wisps, I don't know how many of them, drilled into the body along the holes, wandered around the body, and there were countless attachments to the body surface, densely packed, tightly wrapping this bronze armored corpse king with a greatly changed appearance, tightly and tightly.

The five fingers were closed, and the blue and red acacia threads were twisted into ropes, one end was tied to the bronze armor corpse king, and the other end fell on Chen Fusheng's palm.

With a pull, the handle was loosened, and the bronze armored corpse king, who was immersed in the mystical artistic conception, fell into the blood-colored vortex, and then was swallowed by the white bone portal.

"If this kind of sacrifice continues, the cultivation of this bronze armored corpse king will naturally grow rapidly, but now that its spiritual wisdom has just opened, it has been soaked in the blood sea breath and corroded too much, I am afraid that it may not be a good thing in the future. ”

Feeling the cocoon transformed by the bronze armor corpse king, the momentum slowly accumulated, growing bit by bit, Chen Fusheng nodded with satisfaction at first, and then couldn't help frowning.

In addition to the reincarnation space that communicates with the heavens and all the worlds and fills the void, this Netherworld Blood Sea can be said to be the most high-grade thing he has ever seen, far beyond the boundaries of the so-called primordial gods, gods, etc., and the magic spells during this period are even more treacherous and abnormal, beyond imagination.

Although I don't think that such an existence will pay attention to a little person like myself, opening up a channel and injecting the water of the sea of blood is just an instinctive reaction of the true spirit of heaven and earth.

At the moment, he is getting a lot of benefits from it, and he doesn't even have to pay anything.

But the more this is the case, the more careful he is in his heart for the existence of such an irresistible thing. In order not to be like this bronze armored corpse king, the blood sea breath invades too deeply, and it is easier to cultivate.

"It seems that the mana of Buddhism has a miraculous effect on the power of the sea of blood. ”

Thinking that it was the resonance of the mana of the Buddha Gate with the breath of this sea of blood that opened up such a void passage that day, Chen Fusheng's heart moved, his palms were folded, and the treasure was solemn, and then his hands flew up, and countless seals were conjured, mixed with the sound of thunder Buddha, bringing up a piece of Buddha light, draped down, like a waterfall, pouring towards the white bone portal.

Only this time, instead of fusing the two into one, he turned into a swastika gold seal and imprinted it deep into the soul and body of the bronze armored corpse king through the cocoon membrane of the acacia line.

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"Next, it's time to deal with that little bat. ”

Seeing that the golden seal turned into a piece of golden light, it confronted each other with the water of the long sea of blood, and jointly invaded the body of the bronze armor corpse king, slowly changing its physique. Chen Fusheng nodded slowly, put away the Cave Heaven Magic Weapon that was released outside, and then had time to pay attention to the Lucian Gangaro who was trapped in the Acacia Net.

At this moment, this rising star of the Gangaro family has regained his human form, although he is not dying, but his expression is also very awkward, and he is trying to break free from the silk thread that seems to be slender and fragile, but in fact it is extremely tenacious, and it has blocked most of the strength in his body.

Looking at Chen Fusheng, Lucien Gangaro immediately stopped his movements.

Although it fell into the hands of Dark Light Assamet, he only had the end of being sucked dry of his whole body's blood, but falling into the hands of Chen Fusheng made him even more uneasy, although he did not have a serious conflict with Chen Fusheng, in all fairness, it was still a companion.

It's just that he also knows how reluctant this statement is, not to mention that in the face of Chen Fusheng, the existence of a powerful marquis of the blood clan who just sent a refining corpse to kill a powerful marquis of the blood clan, this kind of powerlessness and fear of being a sword and a fish and meat cannot be dissipated.

"Even if there is a cover from the divine realm, for such a long time, there should always be some strong people who notice something wrong. This place should not be stayed for a long time, it is better to leave quickly. ”

Lucien Gangelo pondered in his stomach for a long time, and was about to speak, when he saw Chen Fusheng casually release more than a dozen sword qi with different attributes in a radius of ten miles, raging, plowing out huge ravines, and then flicking his fingers again, a wisp of blue flames flew out, sweeping through the battlefield, destroying all traces of the breath. Then he put it in his sleeve, turned into a shadow, and disappeared.

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"This is, the divine fluctuation of the god of winter!"

Thousands of miles away, in the Far North Ice Field, the wind and snow are still better than in the past.

However, countless topless barbarians gathered around a huge stone altar that was quaint and rough, gathering at the foot of the statue of the goddess of ice and snow, which was the tallest even in the reckless ice field. Raising the sharpened stone knife, the ice blade slashed his left arm, allowing the hot blood to pour into the stone altar, with a simple and desolate tone, stepping and waving his body.

Strong emotions and vast wills are condensed together, borrowed by people in clever ways, projected in reality, and turned into a huge tornado, swaying upward, as if to open a mysterious portal.

Seeing that the blood was close to half the height of the stone altar, the idol did not react. At the foot of the statue, an old man with a rickety body, a man who was taller and stronger than everyone else, looked at each other, and without surprise, saw the same disappointment and anxiety in each other's eyes.

A few days ago, important people such as successful priests in the Ice Plains Barbarian Race, or warriors or patriarchs who were particularly favored by the gods, were shocked to find that communication with the God of Winter had become extremely difficult.

It's as if the God of Winter has left the Norland Continent, and if it weren't for the divine blessing that has not disappeared, they can't help but wonder if the gods they believe in have disappeared from this world.

On the one hand, the news was blocked, and on the other hand, this tribe, which was the first of the barbarians in the Ice Plains in terms of both population and strength, quickly summoned its people to perform such a grand sacrifice ceremony according to the advice of the high priest, in order to be able to communicate with the god.

Now it seems that this attempt has undoubtedly failed.

As the two important figures were about to end this wasted sacrifice, they looked up at the sky at the same time, and then turned their heads to look in a direction beyond the ice field.

Mortals couldn't detect it, but at that moment, they could clearly "see" the divine light above the statue of the god of winter, and the gods revived again.

At the same time, in that unknown place thousands of miles away, there are divine fluctuations that belong to the god of winter.