Manzhu Sawa is a stunt in the blood sacrifice of Shura, using his own blood as a guide to induce the catastrophe of the desire realm. And this ultimate temptation is not so easy for a boy like Ji Danhuang who has not yet experienced personnel.

Nangong Jun said: "Do you think he can carry it?" his chin nodded, pointing to Ji Danhuang, who had already been accused of his divine soul.

Long Jin smiled lazily: "The ghost knows if he can carry it." Bear it, he continues to try, if he can't bear it, let's take action. ”

For the three of them, an Asura woman whose strength has been greatly weakened is nothing at all. The six realms of reincarnation set up by God, they have all broken through, what is such an asura woman!

With them guarding here, can the Asura Girl still turn the sky upside down? But Ji Danhuang, a stupid boy, is very easy to can't stand the temptation, and before he can do anything, he loses the essence in his body first. Although for Ji Danhuang, the loss of the essence will not affect his cultivation, but the next battle will inevitably be weak in his hands and feet, and his moves will be weak.

A kid who doesn't have a little concentration is easy to suffer on the battlefield!

At this time, Ji Danhuang squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the figures of the beautiful women who kept twisting their slender waists in the blood pool, in a beautiful scenery, what pain and pain had long been forgotten, and the blood was full of hot blood, and it was already a little fluttering. The left hand subconsciously stretched out slowly, wanting to touch the soft skin that seemed to be close at hand.

The feel must be more delicate and smooth than mutton fat white jade.

The hot blood was rampaging in his body, and Ji Danhuang's hand was stretched higher and higher. In his eyes, he could immediately touch the skin of the beautiful woman, but in the eyes of others. His hand was not far from the weirdly writhing manju sawa stamen.

The danger lurking in the stamen was felt by everyone present. But Ji Danhuang was like a fool, so he stretched out his hand to the weird stamen in a daze.

The woman, whose fingers trembled like petals, watched Ji Danhuang's hand get closer and closer to the stamen, and the strange sneer on the corner of her mouth. It's getting a little thicker. As long as he touched the stamen, she could make him die rhythmically.

Of course, in order to get rid of the three masters who were onlookers, she still needed to spare him half his life. As long as he touches the stamen, he can be in her hands.

She has already seen the dawn of victory.

Moment. There was a terrible silence all around, except for the rustling sound of the manju sawa as they stretched their petals, echoing through the village. Everyone's attention was on Ji Danhuang's hand, just waiting for his fingers to touch the hanging slender stamen. Trigger the next series of earth-shattering changes.

Seeing that Ji Danhuang's fingers were only a centimeter away from the hanging stamens, suddenly a burst of blue light swirled out, winding out from Ji Danhuang's hand, and struck those demonic blood-colored manzhu shahua.

A terrible scream came from the mass of blood-colored Manzhu Sahua, and everyone was shocked to see that the large mass of blood-colored Manzhu Sahua writhed wildly in pain under the whipping of the blue light. The terrible cry went straight to the soul. A shudder like a pinprick in the face.

Seeing this, the woman who was manipulating Manzhu Sawa suddenly changed her face, and her hands quickly knotted the knot. Fighting to the death with the sudden blue light.

What the hell is this! She's about to succeed!

Suddenly, the woman was already sweating in a hurry, her hands were fluttering, and the knots were constantly changing, fighting against the blue light. Fortunately, the blue light was just a fleeting moment, just when the woman was flustered and didn't know what to do. The blue light had dissipated, as suddenly as it had appeared.

There is only that fierce coercion. It remains among the flowers, on top of the ten fingers, telling everyone that it has come.

Ji Danhuang's field of vision. The soft woman in the pool of blood suddenly showed a look of horror in her eyes, and then her face became hideous, under the soaking of blood, like a ghost. The delicate face and delicate skin are all gone, replaced by patches of strange crimson.

A cool feeling penetrated through his body, Ji Danhuang was suddenly frightened, and the accused spirit suddenly returned, and hurriedly withdrew his hand. Shaking his head, throwing away all kinds of chaotic thoughts, and when he looked up again, where was there any beautiful woman, it was clearly a large piece of hideous and distorted blood-colored Manzhu Shahua!

Seeing the large manzhu sawa with tiny and sharp teeth on it, Ji Danhuang couldn't help but take a step back, looking down at his left hand, which was still wearing dragon finger gloves. Come to think of it, if I had touched the weird stamen just now, the thing would have wrapped around me fiercely and bitten down on the bare skin.

With such a large manju sawa, God knows how many stamens there will be. If all these stamens bite him, he may be drained of blood and turned into a dried corpse.

Oh Minato! Good Nima Thrilling!

Feeling the steady and slightly cool energy residue on the tail finger of his left hand, Ji Danhuang knew that it must have been the dragon scale ring he was wearing on his hand just now that saved his life. Otherwise, he would probably be a dried corpse by now.

Ji Danhuang secretly pinched his sweat, and the double sword was copied back in his hand. At this time, the hideously twisted large manzhu sawa above his head had stabilized, and the tender petals were stretched one after another, as if beckoning.

Hmph, do you want to pit Lao Tzu again? Lao Tzu is not afraid of you!

The twin swords trembled slightly, and the big peng sword flower greeted the blood-colored Manzhu Sawa on the top of his head, and in the blink of an eye, several blood-colored Manzhu Sawa were slashed by Ji Danhuang's twin swords, bursting into a blood-colored mist and dissipating without a trace.

The woman saw that Ji Danhuang was suddenly in trouble, and before she could react, a few manzhu sawa that had been transformed by her own blood were smashed, and she couldn't help but be in a hurry. In the midst of the handprint flipping, the tip of the woman's tongue bited, and a large puddle of blood was sprayed, which merged into the blood sacrifice, and a blood-red manzhu sawa bloomed.

Ten fingers flicked, and Manzhu Shahua, who was hanging in the air without roots and stems, suddenly seemed to go crazy, and the petals and stamens instantly turned into blood-colored weapons, and greeted Ji Danhuang. The blood-colored demon flower spread and spread, and there was a faint posture of enveloping Ji Danhuang's whole person.

Ji Danhuang was not polite, the sword light of the Eight Desolations Demon Sword Array was flying, and he chopped the blood-colored flowers that came up closely. In the explosion of the petals, the blood red of the big peng exploded, turning into a blood mist, hazy Ji Danhuang's figure.

Hey, a bunch of broken flowers, is Lao Tzu really afraid of you!(To be continued)