From that bronze mirror, a pillar of blood-colored light emitted again, but it was nearly ten times thicker than just now. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Not only that, the moment this blood-colored pillar of light was released, it was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight, and by the time it reached Wei Xuan, it had already turned into a full sixty-four.

Sixty-four blood-colored pillars of light continued to bombard the source power shield one after another, and the three source power shields shattered and dissipated in an instant. Immediately, Wei Xuan was overwhelmed by a monstrous blood light.

The crowd of onlookers on the ground was unclear, and many people shouted: "The immortal is mighty!"

The blood-poor man had a sneer: "Boy, even if you have the guts, you dare not dodge or dodge, but you don't know that if you hit me, even the ancestor of the Yuan Infant will turn into pus and blood in a moment." Hmph, when I swallow your blood, Senior Brother Bloody will be three points lower than me from now on, haha, haha......"

Before the laughter stopped, a little white light suddenly flashed in the monstrous blood light. Although there is only one point of white mang, it is very dazzling, which makes the blood poor give birth to a trace of heart palpitations. After a few breaths, the white light began to grow slowly, and finally turned into a cloud of white light, dispersing the monstrous blood light cleanly. The white light also gradually converged, and Wei Xuan showed his figure from it, and only a few strips of cloth were left in his clothes, which was very embarrassing. But no matter what, he finally resisted the full force of the blood poor man's attack at the expense of his blood.

The blood-poor man looked at Wei Xuan in disbelief and blurted out, "This is impossible!"

Wei Xuan's mind moved, he took out a robe from the ring and draped it on his body, and said lightly: "Nothing is impossible in this world. Now, it's your turn to pick me up. ”

The blood light is indeed extremely powerful, even if Wei Xuan's water quenching method has reached its peak, the sturdy body still can't resist the invasion of this blood qi. However, Wei Xuan still had 30,000 drops of Innate Divine Water on his body, and there was nothing in this world that was more corrosive than Innate Divine Water. When those twelve blue circles of light dimmed, the Innate Divine Water began to exert its might, and in turn, it eroded that blood qi cleanly. Of course, this is Wei Xuan's ultimate secret, and it is impossible for him to tell the blood poor.

The blood poor man was unwilling to be defeated, waved his big hand towards the crowd on the ground, gritted his teeth and said: "Hmph, it's not that simple, you eat my last blow again!"

With the wave of the blood poor man's hand, the crowd of worshippers on the ground exploded in large swaths, and clouds of blood mist poured out towards the bronze mirror. After absorbing these blood mist, the blood color of the bronze mirror became even richer, and even Wei Xuan felt a hint of danger. And many people on the ground, just now they were still impressed by the methods of the blood-poor people, shouting "Shangxian might", but now they are crying for their fathers and mothers, hugging their heads and running around, only hating the lack of two legs. However, no matter how fast they were, they were not as fast as the blood poor, and they died one after another in the blink of an eye.

Wei Xuan originally wanted to try the strongest method of the blood-poor child, but he couldn't bear to let so many innocent people die, so he didn't dare to hesitate and immediately exerted his magical powers. For a while, the flying sand and rocks cut off those blood mist and turned into a rain of blood and fell to the ground. Outside the magnificent hall, a strong bloody smell suddenly filled the air, which was disgusting.

Of course, ordinary winds can't help the means of the blood-poor people, but flying sand and rocks are all the way to the magic power, and the blood-poor people can't even open their eyes, where can they take care of absorbing the blood of those ordinary people. After the blood poor man used his essence and blood to perform that blow just now, he had already suffered a heavy blow, and now he couldn't use the blood of these ordinary people, knowing that he was invincible, he retreated sharply while recalling the bronze mirror.

Wei Xuan couldn't let him get his wish, and he put his fingers together and waved lightly towards a boulder in front of the hall. This boulder is also a scene of this hall, afraid of weighing 10,000 catties, but it rises from the ground and hits straight towards the blood poor.

Whip Mountain's magic power to move stones is not trivial, if Wei Xuan's cultivation is enough, it is a mountain that can be driven, not to mention a boulder. That boulder was like a fluttering goose feather in Wei Xuan's hands, and it didn't take any effort at all. The blood-poor man couldn't dodge, and was hit in the back by a boulder, and suddenly blood spurted wildly, and he fell straight to the ground, and he didn't even have time to grasp the bronze mirror in his hand.

Wei Xuan was unceremoniously, grabbed the bronze mirror, and also fell. The bronze mirror seemed to have a spirit, trembling in Wei Xuan's hands, trying to break free and escape. Wei Xuan knew that this was a magic weapon, and most of the magic weapons were used by the master to get in touch with the essence blood, and this bronze mirror was no exception. But this bronze mirror was a bit evil, and Wei Xuan didn't dare to try it easily, so he had to temporarily use the source power to restrain it.

After all, the blood poor man is a strong person in the Yudan Realm, although he has not specialized in physical training, his physical body is still much stronger than that of ordinary people. Falling from mid-air, smashing a big hole in the ground, and only breaking a few bones, he didn't die, staring at Wei Xuan viciously and said, "Boy, do you really want to be the enemy of my blood gate?"

Wei Xuan sneered: "You are a strong cultivator, you have slaughtered thousands of lives in the blink of an eye, and you regard these ordinary people as ants, it seems that this blood gate is not a good thing!"

The blood poor man spat out a mouthful of blood foam and laughed: "Ants, these mortals are originally ants in the eyes of cultivators! Otherwise, my blood gate will definitely hunt you down to the end!"

Wei Xuan said disdainfully: "What a blood gate, but that's it." Wait for me to take your life first, and pay tribute to the thousands of innocent and tragic deaths!"

It is really not easy for a blood-poor child to have today's cultivation, and he finally has fear on his face, and he said in a loud voice: "You, you dare to kill me?"

Wei Xuan said: "Why don't you dare!"

The blood poor man hurriedly said, "Don't you want to know the secrets of the hidden family, as long as you swear to let me go, I will tell you all." ”

Wei Xuan said with a smile: "What I want to know, I will naturally know, so I won't bother you, you better die in peace!"

Seeing that he couldn't beg for mercy, a look of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he roared, and his whole body exploded into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

Wei Xuan didn't know that the cultivator still had the trick of self-detonation, he was caught off guard, and was hit by the blood mist, and immediately flew out of a hundred meters away, the blood and qi around his body surged, and his throat was sweet, and he finally pressed it down, and did not spurt blood on the spot.

Although the body of the blood-poor child exploded by itself, his soul was still there, and he was fighting the idea of taking the opportunity to escape. When they reach the realm of Jiedan, the physical body can already be reshaped, and as long as the soul escapes, the blood-poor can still be reborn. Of course, the cost of self-explosion is also quite serious, without ten or eight years of penance, it will be difficult to return to today's state, and it may never have the opportunity to hit the next realm in the future. If it weren't for the last resort, the blood-poor would not choose the road of self-destruction.

However, the blood-poor child still miscalculated. In his hurry, Wei Xuan did not forget to sacrifice the Soul Detention Tower. As soon as the soul of the blood-poor man came out of his body, he was sucked into the soul tower and trapped in the cell.

Wei Xuan had no interest in captive the soul of the blood poor, the bronze god fetus in his mind flashed, and he had already devoured the soul of the blood poor, and the information in the memory of the blood poor child was also obtained by Wei Xuan. Wei Xuan nodded lightly and said to himself, "I see." ”