Hot, blazing.

This was a boundless gray world, the blue and gloomy hell fire was burning, and Song Xing was pierced by countless black iron chains, hanging in the air.

Blood, as the black chains dripped on the hellfire, making a 'zizi' sound, there was a golden light in the fire, and every time the blood was about to run out, new blood would be produced, and the golden light would be more vigorous.

This is using Song Xing's blood as nourishment, and it is cultivating golden light.

In the forest, the scenery is still the same, only the black-robed people are laughing, seeing that Song Xing's body is big and small, unshaped, as if it is about to explode, he laughs even more happily: "Hurry, hurry, don't worry." ”

Slowly, the surrounding blood-colored inscriptions became brighter, and the blood in Song Xing's body surged up, overflowing his body, and the whole person was bathed in blood, among which the blood with a faint golden light was condensed in front of his forehead, which was particularly conspicuous in this dense forest.

Song Xing's blood kept surging and overflowing, and in a moment, it dried up into a skeleton, leaving only a layer of blood wrapped around his body.

"Senior Brother Song......" Seeing that Song Xing had turned into a dry corpse, Gongsun Linglong called out loudly, continuing, but I was afraid that Song Xinghui would never wake up.

"Little girl, don't worry, I'll return his body to you later. The black-robed man who said he wanted the Ding Furnace licked his lips and stared at Gongsun Linglong with a strange smile.

Gongsun Linglong's silver teeth clenched, and his head slowly lowered, and a resolute look in his eyes flashed.

In the field, the drop of blood in front of Song Xing's forehead was about to completely condense, and the golden light was even worse, and a smile appeared on the faces of the three black-robed people, and suddenly, a suction force came out of Song Xing's body, and the blood was sucked back again.

"What. The black-robed man at the head was shocked, and at the same time, he also felt that not only was the condensed holy blood flowing back, but even the blood in his body was flowing backwards with the palm pressed on Song Xing's forehead.

With the return of blood, Song Xing's whole body was full of blood, no longer like a dry-skinned skeleton, but his eyes were still closed, and he could still hear the gurgling of blood in his body, like a rushing river, and there was a blue mist behind him.

With a long roar, with Song Xing himself as the center, an even more terrifying suction force poured out around him, and the black-robed man at the head wanted to retreat, but was sucked by Song Xing, grabbed his neck, and instantly sucked into a dry corpse.

Then Song Xing grabbed the gray silk net tied to him and was easily torn apart like rotting grass, and the blood-colored inscriptions around him collapsed in an instant.

At this moment, the remaining two black-robed people were extremely shocked, they didn't expect things to turn out like this, the two glanced at each other, one summoned the thunder pillar again and went to suppress Song Xing, and the other followed closely behind, recalling the golden rope.

Song Xing flew up in the air, and directly smashed the stone pillar with one palm, and the scattered thunder light hit him, leaving only the slightest trace of scorched black, Song Xing was inexhaustible, and through the thunder light, he blasted the person into a blood mist with one punch.

These blood mist condensed but did not disperse, and was absorbed by Song Xing, to be precise, by the blue and dark mist behind Song Xing.

After absorbing the blood mist, the blue mist actually began to change, and there was a faint figure swaying in the mist, it was a head taller than Song Xing, bent over its waist, like an old man in the last years of the wind and candle, and his body was covered with iron chains.

The last black-robed man of the "Holy ......" opened his eyes and screamed, as if he had seen something incredible, and he even forgot to sacrifice the golden rope in his hand, turned around and fled, but as Song Xing passed by him, his world returned to darkness in an instant.

To death, he didn't understand, it was the legendary power of the Holy Phase, an invincible means that only the supreme and purest bloodline in the clan had, why would outsiders also have it, but unfortunately he didn't have the opportunity to think about it.

There was some silence all around, and the dead leaves swirled and fell to the ground.

Song Xing's eyes were closed tightly, standing in place, at this time, Song Xing's whole body was bathed in blood, like a demonic blood shadow from the Nine Shadows Blood Sea, hideous and terrifying.

The phantom behind him roared, a pair of narrow eyes with golden light gradually brightened, the phantom wanted to completely break away from the blue mist and appear in this world, 'Bang Lala' pulled countless bronze chains to sound straight, but unfortunately in the end it was still a little worse.

Perhaps sensing that the power was not enough, the phantom looked around, opened his mouth and inhaled, and everything that contained vitality poured into its mouth, and in an instant, the grass and trees withered and the land was petrified.

These are its rations, but this ...... Far from enough, the phantom turned his head violently and looked at Gongsun Linglong who was on the side.

Gongsun Linglong's face was pale, she was going to wait for the black-robed man to come over, she would blow up her cultivation and die with the black-robed man.

But now the three black-robed people have been swallowed by the phantom, Senior Brother Song is asleep and can't wake up, Gongsun Linglong doesn't understand why this is happening, but it must be related to the phantom dragging the bronze chain.

"Senior Brother Song, wake up quickly......" Gongsun Linglong held the Qingluo umbrella to his chest and shouted loudly.

Song Xing was getting closer and closer to her, the phantom swayed, Gongsun Linglong held the Qingluo umbrella, his eyes were closed, suddenly, the phantom paused, and then turned to leave.

Hearing the wind, Gongsun Linglong hurriedly opened his eyes, the forest was empty, and there was no Song Xing, Gongsun Linglong was in a daze, holding the Qingluo umbrella in his hand tighter.

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The fog filled, dispersed and gathered together, and with the mountain wind, no one knew where it was going.

Bubbles were still rising from the 'Coo' ground, a dark grey swamp.

In the center of the swamp was a small island, half of which was now filled with monks, and the other half was a group of hideous-looking black crocodiles.

They all stared at the center of the island with fiery eyes, where there was a spirit fruit that flickered like a flame, which was particularly dazzling in this dark swamp.

The spirit fruit was tempting, but no one or a crocodile stepped forward, because there was a handsome young monk standing next to the spirit fruit, although there was only one person, but it was like a high mountain blocking everyone.

At the beginning, there was a black crocodile that came forward ferociously, but after the ground was full of corpses, when they knew that this person was Yu Zhenzi, an elite disciple of Jade Mountain, everyone chose to be silent, and now they could only stand and watch from a distance.

Yu Zhenzi stood proudly in the heart of the island, the spirit candle fruit was about to ripen, with this spirit fruit, plus his previous harvest, he could exchange it for a Zhuji Dan from the elders of the sect, which was what made him the most excited.

As for the monk in the distance, Yu Zhenzi sneered, "If you don't build a foundation, you will end up being an ant." ”

The cool breeze blew his robe, but there was a fishy smell in the wind.

After the cool breeze passed, a blood-colored figure stood there near the Spirit Candle Fruit, and the figure was wrapped in a cloud of blood mist, unable to see clearly, and reached out to pluck the Spirit Candle Fruit.

"You dare. Next to him, Yu Zhenzi's eyebrows were upside down.

The blood shadow didn't look back, and a fishy wind flew out, and Yu Zhenzi defeated it with a flick of his robe.

"Who is that man?" asked one of the monks who were watching.

During this time, a large number of monks gathered in Thousand Spider Ridge, and it was not surprising that they would fight for the treasure, and the blood was staged every day in Thousand Spider Ridge.

"I don't know, it should be the first to come in for casual cultivation, I heard that the first group of people to come in have gained a lot of benefits. ”

"It should be, otherwise this person is weird, more like a demon cultivator, and he would have been kicked out of the door wall by the three sects. ”

"I think it's like he's trying to be in the limelight and pretending to be a ghost. ”

Although everyone said it, they sneered in their hearts, they stood here for a long time and didn't dare to move, as soon as this person came, he faced Yu Zhenzi, isn't this slapping them in the face.

Over there, Yu Zhenzi saw that the blood shadow ignored him, and went straight towards the Spirit Candle Fruit.

"Look for death. Yu Zhenzi let out a low shout, rushed to the front of the blood shadow like the wind, raised his palm high, and a blue flame appeared, imprinted on the blood shadow's forehead, killing with one blow.

"Bang" The bloody shadow suddenly turned around and punched out.

The fists and palms intersected, and a whirlwind swept around, and the stones flew one after another, and everyone covered their eyes and hurriedly retreated.

"One hit kills, so powerful. ”

"I'm afraid this person doesn't even have scum left. ”

"Sure enough, to die is to suffer shame. ”

Everyone exclaimed, but they wished that person was dead, the limelight was not so good, especially since this person was Yu Zhenzi, an elite disciple of the eleventh level of Qi refining cultivation.

The dust and mist drifted away, revealing their figures, and everyone saw the situation in the field, all of them were stunned and speechless.

A deep pit had been carved out of the center of the whirlwind, Yu Zhenzi's face was slightly red, his chest rose and fell, and he looked at the blood shadow, standing there calmly, holding his palm behind his back, easily blocking the blue flames.

"I actually blocked it. ”

"There are such masters in casual cultivation, how come I have never heard of it. ”

The surrounding people looked surprised, looked at each other, but did not dare to say anything.

Yu Zhenzi was even more surprised, the blow just came out, which seemed easy, but in fact it was a secret method he used in order to stand up in front of everyone, but he was forcibly blocked by the other party.

"Senior Brother Yu Zhenzi is fine. Several Jade Mountain disciples gathered around.

"Who are you?" Yu Zhenzi pushed away the junior brother who was supporting him, and murderous intent loomed in his voice.

The blood-colored figure stood calmly, did not answer, and left straight after plucking the spirit candle fruit.

Yu Zhenzi snorted coldly, and was about to take out something from the storage bag, but seeing the blood shadow go away, he didn't take it out after all, he had just been summoned by the master, and several better things were found in the depths of the Thousand Spider Ridge, and now, he was going to rush there.