At the same time, the majestic power in the blood fetus gradually washed Zhuge Hong's body, and the first weight of the blood god's body was also impacting towards the realm of Dacheng's perfection.

Kunpeng's eyelids jumped as he watched from the sidelines, first the appearance of copper skin and iron bones, and then, white bones and muscles, rich blood and energy, domineering, and what made him even more embarrassed was that in this blood qi, he sensed a familiar and unfamiliar aura.

Can you not be familiar with it, Zhuge Hong used Kunpeng's blood fetus to wash his own flesh and bones, and the first weight of the blood god's body of cultivation was completed with the help of Kunpeng's essence blood, and his body was naturally filled with the breath of Kunpeng's fierce beast. However, after being refined, the essence blood of Kunpeng, although it retains the strong and violent aura inherent in the fierce beast, in essence, it is dominated by Zhuge Hong's will, so in Kunpeng's opinion, it feels a little strange.

Either way, this must not be allowed to continue. Kunpeng was terrified in his heart, and he didn't care whether his rash attack would hurt his bloody fetus, Fang Tian's halberd responded to the sound, and an inky black torrent swept towards Zhuge Hong.

"Boom ~~~~~~" Fang Tian Painting Halberd has been tempered by Kunpeng, and the power is not a little bit stronger than before, the sharp qi of fear, the strong Northern Darkness True Water, unreservedly collided with Zhuge Hong's body that had just repaired seventy-seven eighty-eight.

The first to change was not Zhuge Hong himself, but the blood-colored divine patterns that wrapped him. Kunpeng opened his mouth, a little incredulous, Dao Yun in his blood womb would take the initiative to help the thief protect his body, and he was a little stunned for a while.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, Zhuge Hong temporarily touched the true magic of Dao Yun with the help of the special power of the Northern Immortal Devouring Heaven Technique and the Tao Te Ching Sutra, but the time was too short, and with his current realm, it was a little whimsical to want to understand anything from it. Of course, this situation is still a great opportunity for him, and it is always much easier than others to ponder slowly in the future, but all this takes time to ferment.

And perhaps it was because he was temporarily fused with the divine patterns on the blood fetus, so that the first time Kunpeng attacked, those divine patterns took the initiative to start resisting. However, every inch of flesh and blood in this blood fetus contained Kunpeng's will and spirit, so when he found out that it was his own person, these Dao Yun Divine Patterns began to fade.

At the same time that Kunpeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Zhuge Hong also woke up from his ignorant state, and the black Fang Tian painting halberd came into view, smacking his tongue slightly, and he didn't have time to complain about Kunpeng's aesthetics, he actually refined his Fang Tian painting halberd into this black ghost appearance, and the body of the blood god that had become a small one also ushered in the first intimate contact with this blood refining treasure.

"Buzzing ~~~~~~" strange blood-colored lines appeared on Zhuge Hong's body, and between the lines, a dark flame ignited, which was not ordinary fire, but the product of the fusion of several flames such as Samadhi True Fire and Nirvana True Fire.

Although the Northern Darkness True Water on Fang Tian's painting halberd was majestic, when it encountered these two flames that could be compared to it, it was still a stalemate at the first time - although these kinds of divine fires in Zhuge Hong's body were rare, but when they were added together, the dark flames that fused out seemed to have surpassed the existence of the Northern Darkness True Water in terms of level.

What's more, although Kunpeng had refined Fang Tian's painting halberd into a black strange spear, Zhuge Hong's previous blood refining this treasure had never been refined. This is also Kunpeng's own carelessness, he never thought that in such a declining world, there would be people who were proficient in the blood refining technique that only the ancient witch clan would use. And Zhuge Hong's cultivation was so vulnerable in his eyes, the drop of essence blood that left Fang Tian's painting halberd was naturally as unbearable as an ant, so much so that while he was refining this divine weapon, he was unaware of the drop of essence blood hidden in it.

Although the dark flame resisted the true water of the Northern Darkness, it was undeniable that if there was no connection with this blood refining thing, with the huge power of Kunpeng, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd thrown out by this throw, its own strength and sharp qi, would definitely not be something that Zhuge Hong could easily follow. But now, Zhuge Hong grabbed the black gun suspended outside his body with a relaxed face. With a cold snort, the power of the soul transformation merged into the body of the spear, shattering the spiritual imprint left by Kunpeng.

"You~~~~~ you actually know the blood refining technique of the witch clan!" Kunpeng's face twitched, God knows how much energy he put into refining this Fang Tian Painting Halberd, if he used that energy to improve his cultivation, I am afraid that he would not be able to fall to the point of being played by this ant.

Regarding the appearance of the magic weapon, Zhuge Hong actually didn't have much obsession, and the appearance of refining it into Fang Tian's painting halberd before was just because there were too many fierce people who used this weapon in the previous world, and it was just a whim. At this time, feeling the domineering power in this black gun, his eyes only became brighter and brighter.

Kunpeng knew that kind of mood, the qualification of this Fang Tian Painting Halberd itself was too high, after his tempering regardless of the cost, at this time, it was just an opportunity to be close to the innate spirit treasure, such a magic weapon, even if it was placed in the ancient period, it was also a high-profile existence. But right now, his heart was dripping blood.

"It's too deceitful!" In Kunpeng's view, all of this was the subtle and despicable calculation of the ant in front of him. With a roar, a desperate madness appeared on his yin owl's face, without this magic weapon, how could he compete with the murderers, how to get out of this world, if he broke through this imprisoned dragon ~~~~~~ Zhuge Hong, he had already forced him into a desperate situation, and he could recklessly show his true ferocity.

"The soul melts the blood fetus, the Void Hanhai Fist!" The next moment, the bloody aura of the entire space suddenly became much stronger, as if it had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years, and finally broke out at this moment.

Zhuge Hong instinctively sensed the fatal crisis, and when he looked up, he saw that Kunpeng's Yuan Shen Law had merged into the blood fetus on the blood river. At the same time, the entire space trembled, and the surrounding blood-colored world gradually faded, coming to a gray and void space.

It was still in Kunpeng's body, and Zhuge Hong was sure enough about this, because he still couldn't sense the breath of the vast land of the outside world. Kunpeng's soul melted into the blood, not only to exert the most powerful attack, but also to take him away from the blood-intertwined life-threatening place, this gray void should be the void in Kunpeng's body, somewhat similar to the space in the magic weapon~~~~~~ without thinking about it, with Kunpeng's heavy drinking, a dark wave of energy, in the blink of an eye, was radiating from Kunpeng's fist. "Bang ~~~~~~" Zhuge Hong exerted his law to the world, exerted his own strength to the extreme, and greeted him.