82_82324 "If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, and you can be the first swordsman in the world." Ren Qianxun showed a hint of pride, not to mention the number one swordsman in the world, it is not too much for him to call himself the strongest man in the world now. After all, the power that transcends the limit is worthy of being comparable to the combat power of immortals.

Lan Ling'er waved her hand and said, "Little monster." But the first time I saw a swordsman smashing people with a stone, it was a freak. ”

Hearing this, Ren Qianxun was also speechless for a while, but he was speechless for a while and couldn't say anything. At this moment, he was injured, his strength was not there, and his swordsmanship was not powerful enough, so he could only use a rock to protect himself. A swordsman fights with a rock, which is criticized and blamed by others.

Lan Ling'er, who was careless before, became gloomy, once upon a time, the junior in her eyes grew to the point where people looked up to her. And she herself wasted a hundred years in the human world before she raised her cultivation to the pinnacle of Jindan. For an out-and-out cultivator, nothing hit her more than this. However, she has become determined, she is proud of the sky, not moved by setbacks, and facing difficulties, which is her true color.

Lan Ling'er stopped and looked at Ren Qianxun for a long time, and suddenly felt a little relieved, the tension of coming to the spirit world no longer existed. Following her gaze, Ren Qianxun sacrificed his spirit body, flickered and moved, and in an instant, he came to the ruins of the Blood Sect to collect essence blood. Of course, it was not the essence blood of the deceased, but the essence blood that overflowed from the Blood Sea Immortal Pool.

In the middle of the night, half of the essence blood of the Blood Sea Immortal Pool was collected together, including the drop of immortal blood. The body of the immortal is beyond the ordinary, and its blood is also incredible, the blood sect has been established for many years, and no one can refine it, but now it is cheap for Ren Qianxun. Zhun Zhuan Zhuan Ti Heart Sutra, whispering the general outline in his mouth, this family heirloom devouring exercise came in handy again.

With a pop, Ren Qianxun jumped into the Blood Sea Immortal Pool, surging boundless essence blood, bloody qi filled, and blood essence poured into his limbs and hundreds of remains, making up for the deficit in his body, but it was just a drop in the bucket. A strange fluctuation was transmitted, and a black vortex appeared in the position where Ren Qianxun jumped. Goo. Goo. The essence blood was quickly absorbed into the body, thousands of kinds of alien beast essence blood, the essence blood of the strong, how to refute, Lan Ling'er's beautiful eyes flashed, and she couldn't help but worry.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight shone on Lan Ling'er's face in the morning, the lazy little face slowly opened her eyes, stopping the night's enlightenment, and the color of joy gradually emerged. At this moment, where is there a blood sea immortal pool, a pool of blood water is exhausted, and there is a great man sitting in the residual blood, Sheng Xue's white hair is dyed with blood, adding a point of demony.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the blood is quickly absorbed into the body. "Chemistry. Ren Qianxun popped out of his mouth with a word, one swallowed, two transformed, and three refined, which was the general outline of the Quasi-Ti Heart Sutra, and at this time, the entire devouring process entered the second stage, transformation. In an instant, the essence and blood in his body were devoured, and his body was swollen and bloated, red and red, like a bloody man. However, the color of the blood gradually receded, and the body was returning to its original size. The blood and qi storm, the essence soared to the sky, and the surging blood and qi turned into a storm and spread out quickly.

"Your sister's. Lan Ling'er couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, the blood storm alone was not something she could resist at the peak of Jindan. The spiritual power overflowed, the sword intent gushed, the sword skyrocketed, turning into the size of a person, standing in front of him, resisting the incoming storm, the skirt swaying in the wind, Lan Ling'er stood behind the sword, embarrassed.

"Refine!" After a while, Ren Qianxun spit out a word again, hundreds of thousands of alien beast essence blood contained their own will, mottled and huge, and attacked the heart and soul one by one, attacking the heart and soul. If others go mad, they will go crazy, and if they are heavy, their souls will be severely damaged, but who is the demon director Chihiro? He has a heart that goes against the sky, and his heart can go against the sky and cut off all wills. The sound of explosions is endless, and the heart against the sky is a fiery heart, burning with an inextinguishable flame, instantly bursting the will of the essence blood of the alien beast, and finally refining the essence blood without the will to be captured.

After a while, Ren Qianxun's face was ruddy, his qi and blood recovered a lot, and the blood storm gradually dissipated. Lan Ling'er in the distance gasped heavily, looking at her with palpitations, the sword was still standing in front of her, ready at any time if there was a different color.

"Refining!" Ren Qianxun's eyes were hollow, and he looked at the limbs and limbs, the internal organs, and the first drop of immortal blood near the heart, which had not been refined so far. This is the final general attack, refining the immortal essence blood, which is of great benefit to Ren Qianxun's injury, but its difficulty cannot be ignored.

At this time, a drop of immortal blood differentiated into a phantom, and the phantom was a golden-robed man, under the ordinary appearance, there was a moment of doubt, he said: "Junior." This Great Luo Golden Immortal, who are you who dare to refine my Dao blood?"

"It turned out to be a Da Luo Immortal, no wonder this drop of blood has not been refined for so many years. Ren Qianxun said to himself, Da Luo is a higher level than the Heavenly Immortals, comprehending the Immortal Dao, and the blood in the body is called the blood of the Dao.

The phantom man looked at Ren Qianxun muttering to himself, and suddenly felt a little annoyed, he said, "Junior." If you ignore the Great Luo Immortals, you will pay the price.

Before the words fell, the corners of Ren Qianxun's mouth twitched, and he sneered: "It's just a drop of blood, I really think that I am a Daluo Immortal." Hundred breaths. It only takes a hundred breaths to break your will. As he spoke, Ren Qianxun stretched out one of the fingers of his right hand and waved, his tone careless.

The consummation of the heaven-defying mystery then burst out, and the heaven-defying heaven is the strongest will of the Seven Realms, and there is no one. He is the spiritual will that can defeat the will of the Lord of All Things, and he is still very weak at the moment, otherwise it would be a trivial matter to run through the Seven Realms and survive forever.

"Da Luo's intentions, suppress all demons. The phantom man snorted coldly, and his will burst out, and as for that, there was only a contest.

"One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four breaths, five breaths...... "Between one breath and one breath, Ren Qianhiro's mouth kept time, invisibly giving the phantom man a sense of oppression. The mystery of the anti-heaven is extremely mysterious, and in terms of purity and hugeness, the other party is not as good as the horse.

"Sixty-nine breaths, seventy breaths, seventy-one breaths, seventy-two breaths!extinguish!" Ren Qianxun whispered, accompanied by a "extinguish", the phantom man roared heartbreakingly, making an unwilling sound, until it was shattered, it was unbelievable. Of course, it doesn't mean that Ren Qianxun's will surpasses that of the Great Luo Immortals, it's just that the will contained in a drop of blood is too little, and his will against the sky has won the victory in numbers.

The blood all over her body was surging, and Shengxue's white hair gradually had a bit of blackness, but it quickly receded. Back then, Ren Qianxun cut off the love thread, the longevity decreased, and if he didn't get promoted to the tribulation for three hundred years, he would sit down, and now there are only two hundred years. The shortage of Shou Yuan caused the white-haired Shengxue, Ren Qianxun laughed, not distressed at all, and now the mystery of the sky is complete, and the injury is good, and his promotion to the catastrophe is just a matter of fingers.

"The physical qi and blood have recovered, but the trauma caused by breaking the limit still exists, but the powerful combat power has been restored. Ren Qianxun muttered to himself, and then glanced at the embarrassed Lan Ling'er, and couldn't help but feel funny