Schrödinger, Jia Qing, Feng Tao, and Wang Baoyu took three steps and two steps to the mouth of the U-shaped valley, staring at Murong Linzhi in the valley in amazement.

At this moment, Murong Linzhi's body had disappeared, and the sky above the place where he was sitting was completely shrouded in blood mist.

The blood mist hung down hundreds of millions of blood-colored chains, densely packed, covering Murong Linzhi's **.

Forty-one, forty-three has retreated, seventy-seven or eighty meters away from sixty-eight.

The faces of the two clones were full of worry, and they stared at the blood chain uneasily.

Fifty meters around the ** of sixty-eight, all of them are blood-red chains, and the spiritual consciousness of forty-one and forty-three can't penetrate the blood key.

As soon as the spiritual consciousness of the two clones came into contact with the blood chain, most of them rebounded, and a small part was swallowed by the blood chain.

The two clones didn't dare to continue to use their spiritual senses to pass through the blood chain and contact Murong Lin Zhi's spiritual sense, which was surrounded by layers of blood chains.

The two doppelgangers sat helplessly on the red ground emitting sandalwood, their hearts up and down, their eyes full of uneasiness, and they looked at the blood chain anxiously.

And Murong Lin Zhi in the blood chain had forgotten everything at the moment, and he had woken up from the panic.

He didn't pay attention to the blood chain that weighed ten thousand pounds, squeezed the sixty-eight **, and just single-mindedly ran the "Chaos Soul Refining Technique" to the limit.

The sixty-eight hands were still the same, and they kept knocking on the Dan furnace in front of them, making the Dan furnace sound like a morning bell.

Although, with every stroke, Fen Sixty-Eight exerted all his strength, and even his hands were squeezed by blood chains, and blood oozed from the pores on his arms.

Fortunately, it is divided into sixty-eight **, which comes from the stone coffin, which is shaped by the upgraded coffin, if it is an ordinary mortal**, I am afraid that it has already been crushed into a meat paste by the blood chain.

Therefore, Murong Lin Zhicai was relieved to let the sixty-eight ** resist blood chains, while his spiritual sense concentrated on running the "Chaos Soul Refining Technique", allowing it to refine the layers of blood chains.

Time passed minute by minute, and the confrontation between Murong Lin and the blood chain slowly turned from a difficult resistance to a counterattack.

"Knock...... Knock Knock...... Knock knock knock ......"

The bell grew stronger from faint to stronger, and there was more and more blood mist in mid-air, and the blood chain hanging down from the blood mist continued unabated.

However, the bell became clearer and clearer, and it passed through the chain of blood and reverberated in the mountains.

Forty-one, forty-three Hearing the bell, the two of them let out a long breath, and the two sat cross-legged, learning to be sixty-eight, and let their souls run the "Chaos Soul Refining Technique".

Although, the spiritual consciousness of the two clones did not have an immediate effect as Murong Linzhi's spiritual sense, but the blood mist in the valley seemed to have not seen the two of them, and did not attack the two clones.

Schrödinger, Jia Qing, Feng Tao, and Wang Baoyu at the mouth of the valley stood there motionless, and the four of them did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool and enter the valley.

Because of his love for Tianyi Sandalwood, he did not lead the monks of Fengjun to leave.

"What should I do?" Feng Tao asked Schrödinger in front of him in a low voice.

Schrödinger didn't look back, a pair of eyes, staring intently at the mountain-like blood chain in the valley, and said in a low voice: "If the Yunjun monks don't retreat, our Fengjun monks won't move." ”

When Feng Tao heard this, he turned his head to look at Jia Qing and Wang Baoyu, and seeing that the two were indifferent, he gritted his teeth and said, "This son sacrificed his life to accompany him." ”

In this way, three days and three nights passed, and hundreds of thousands of monks outside the valley held their breath and looked at the valley cautiously.

Finally, above the valley, the thick blood mist faded and the area became smaller, although the mountain-like blood chain did not become smaller, but the color was not as rich as it had begun.

And as time passed, the blood-red chain of blood slowly turned white.

"Hmph" Murong Linzhi's voice came out of the blood chain, and the faces of the other forty-one, forty-three doppelgangers, immediately showed joy.

"It's successful, we're about to win. "Forty-one to forty-three.

"This victory was not easy to come by. "Forty-three echoes.

Forty-one points.

And Murong Lin Zhi in the blood chain did not relax, he decided to go all out and use the "Chaos Soul Refining Technique" to refine the layers of blood chains around the sixty-eight flesh.

"The Nong family lost. ”

A woman's voice rang in the ears of Fen Sixty-eight, and it was soft and beautiful.

"Who?"

"Cannibal vine mother vine?"

Countless question marks rose in Murong Lin Zhi's heart, but the Chaos Soul Refining Technique did not stop, it was still the same, mercilessly refining layers of blood chains.

"Are you his descendant, or his second disciple?" the beautiful voice sounded again.

Murong Lin Zhi didn't answer, because he didn't know who he was in the beautiful voice?

Murong Lin Zhi didn't speak, but he accelerated the operation of the Chaos Soul Refining Technique.

"That's it!!" said the beautiful voice, with a relieved tone in his voice.

"Whether it is a descendant or a disciple, in short, it has something to do with him. "The beautiful voice is like asking and answering itself.

"Since you have something to do with him, the Nong family will give you a great creation. ”

Hearing this, Murong Linzhi's spiritual sense suddenly "saw" that a woman appeared in the blood mist in mid-air.

At this time, a woman who is extremely beautiful is a woman who is too fat to gain a point, too thin to lose a point, and a smile that seduces people's souls.

She smiled at Murong Linzhi, and then danced with her long sleeves, and a purple blood bead appeared in the blood mist, and the moment the blood bead appeared, the woman disappeared into Murong Linzhi's spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, the blood beads were like a comet, dragging their long tails, and with a "whoosh" sound, they fell from mid-air, with a thick sandalwood fragrance, and fell to the top of the head of Fen Sixty-eight.

"Slippery", the blood beads entered the sea of knowledge from the sixty-eight face, and conceived the soul of sixty-eight.

And when the blood beads appeared in mid-air, the general coercion spread to all directions, and the points in the valley were forty-one, and the points were forty-three, and the two fell to the ground with a "plop".

Although Schrödinger, Jia Qing, Feng Tao, and Wang Baoyu of Taniguchi were only swept by the aftermath, the four of them still "pounced, pounced" four times, and the four knelt at Gukou.

Hundreds of thousands of monks outside the valley, under the aftershocks of coercion, invariably faced the valley and fell to their knees like Schrödinger's four.

Murong Lin Zhi in the valley, but he didn't know this scene, he had stopped knocking on the Dan furnace for sixty-eight, and inexplicably looked at the blood chain surrounding him, like the water of a big river, surging into the Dan furnace.

"Who the hell is she?" This voice sounded in his mind countless times, but Murong Lin Zhi just couldn't get an answer.

Murong Lin didn't know who he was in her mouth, let alone who she was.

"Cannibal vine mother root. Murong Lin smiled and immediately denied his own idea.

"The monster of the cannibal vine mother root has nothing to do with her. ”

Murong Lin Zhi closed his eyes, and that beautiful figure appeared in his mind again, although she appeared only for a moment, it was imprinted in his mind and engraved into the depths of his soul.

Murong Lin Zhi felt that he was being obscene to her by associating her with the root of the cannibal vine.

"Who the hell is she?" Murong Lin Zhi didn't have an answer.

"Then what kind of creation did she give me?"

Murong Lin Zhi thought of this and immediately opened his eyes

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