The golden sword light frantically pierced Li Daoling's body back and forth, blood splashed everywhere, and Li Daoling let out a terrible howl of weakness.

"Haha!!Great!Great!Great!" Blood River laughed excitedly, and a scarlet demonic talisman quickly condensed in his hands, and the blood flowers flying everywhere seemed to be spiritual, wriggling and flowing into the talisman.

"Fake Dan Monk's essence blood, with these essence blood, I can not only recover from my injuries, but also make further progress in my cultivation!haha!" A faint scarlet color appeared from the blood river's eyes, and the talisman in his hand devoured Li Daoling's natal essence blood, looking more and more majestic and heavy.

The Red Blood Sect from the Blood River is also a great sect of the Demon Dao, although it does not have the terrifying background of the Heavenly Emperor Dao of the Taihao Emperor Sword Palace, but it is also the Dao system of the ancient god Blood Sea God Monarch, and the boundless secret method of the Blood Sea that he cultivates is to extract the essence blood of the soul, nourish himself, and practice to a high depth, and he can also turn the body into a boundless sea of blood, the sea of blood does not dry up, that is, it is immortal and indestructible, and the power is infinite.

"Buzz"

The sharp golden sword light flashed, and the extremely sharp aura was easily crushed by the talisman in the hand of the blood river, Han Chu turned his head and said coldly, "This guy, you can't move!"

"Why! This guy's blood can make me recover!"

Xuehe's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, his two eyes glowing with a faint blood color, staring directly at Han Chu.

After all, Li Daoling is a powerful monk in the realm of False Dan, although he has been hit so hard, but his strong mana is still hanging on his last breath, although his chest is pierced with several large holes the thickness of his arms, and the lower half of his body does not know where to go, but he still lies there in embarrassment, barely raising his head, while vomiting blood, while howling hysterically, "Little bastard, little bastard, you should be turned into ashes that day"

Rubbing his face, a faint smile appeared on Han Chu's face, and he walked up to Li Daoling, "You don't have a chance!"

Three inches of sword light appeared on the two fingers together, and the streamer stabbed into Li Daoling's head, and the sword light vibrate, shattering Li Daoling's head and soul.

Xuehe swallowed his saliva fiercely, and only then did he suddenly react in his heart, under Han Chu's harmless appearance, what a ruthless and decisive heart was hidden.

Casually throwing Li Daoling aside, Han Chu turned around and walked towards the puppet zombie that was sealed by the Ice Spirit Divine Light.

"This corpse doesn't matter, if the Barbarian Ghost Sect finds out, we'll be in trouble!" Xuehe asked in amazement, what kind of ghost is this kid's idea, such a precious body of essence blood, don't let him touch it, and don't want it himself, just throw it here at will?

"He was the one who was killed by the sword technique of the Taihao Emperor Sword Palace!, what does it have to do with us!" Han Chu turned his head and said lightly with a bright smile.

Xuehe was stunned for a moment, his eyes looked up and down on the half-cut corpse covered with sword wounds, I have to say that Han Chu's talent is amazing, in just a few days of cultivation, the Gengjin Sword Technique has already entered the hall, and the sharp Gengjin Sword Qi on the corpse may not dissipate in more than ten days.

"Blame the Taihao Emperor Sword Palace!!Hehe! It turns out that this kid has had this idea from the beginning!"

Reacting suddenly, Xuehe looked at Han Chu's back, and laughed evilly, admiring this cunning kid even more in his heart.

"Bang"

With a bang, the thin puppet zombie shattered the ice sealed on the surface of its body, roared and flew out, and its eyes, which were already slightly green, were full of crazy bloodthirsty killing intent.

But it was not Han Chu who swooped down on the puppet zombie, but the corpse of Li Daoling who had fallen to the ground and had lost his breath.

The puppet zombie was forcibly erased by the monk and fed with its own essence and blood, although it can command like an arm, but once the owner is seriously injured or killed, the zombie puppet cannot be suppressed, and it is controlled by the remnant soul.

"You can't touch this thing!"

Han Chu grinned and sneered, and the sword light in his hand burst out, easily cutting off the hands and feet of the puppet zombie, eliminating all the possibility of his actions, and then casually threw the thin puppet zombie into the blood coffin.

The black stiff who was sleeping and cultivating in the blood coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of yellowed canine teeth easily pierced the thin zombie, gulping down the essence and blood, and at the same time, the thick black gas rolling on his body became deeper and thicker, and the black corpse hair on his body became shorter and shorter, and there was a faint flash of spiritual light in his eyes.

Collecting Li Daoling's two magic weapons, Han Chu opened the blood coffin and immediately pouted slightly, this Li Daoling, as a monk in the false Dan period, was more than a step poorer than the two little guys in the Taihao Emperor Sword Palace, in addition to the spirit devouring flag, there were only some carved talismans, which could be put to use.

However, this Li Daoling is a fake Dan monk, and his cultivation is very good, although he does not have a strong magic weapon, but with the help of puppet zombies, if Han Chu confronts him head-on, even if he can win, it will take a lot of effort, and even pay the price of serious injury.

But the sneak attack is different, properly arranged, calculated accurately, the sharpness of the etheric essence gold and the power of the Gengjin Divine Sword, plus the cooperation of the blood river, there is such a crisp and neat attack.

"The essence blood of that blood sculpture is far more mellow than that of this old Taoist!" Walking to the side of the blood river, Han Chu suddenly grinned and said

Xuehe was stunned for a moment, and then reacted violently, his two eyes stared at the blood sculpture in the large array radiating a greedy ghostly light, licking his lips, and Xuehe said excitedly in a trembling voice, "It's not just mellow, if I can drain it of its essence and blood to practice, not only can I recover from my injuries, but my strength can also impact the realm of False Dan." ”

Han Chu shook Li Daoling's Hundred Ghost Devouring Spirit Flag, and the fierce ghosts besieging around the blood sculpture like a violent wind roared and surged back, pouring into the black cloth banner in Han Chu's hand.

The three-headed blood eagle was already ambushed by the Barbarian Ghost Sect, and was poisoned by the corpse of Bi Ling, and fought all the way out of the siege from the corpse mountain, and it was even more consumed, and he was seriously injured, and he was already exhausted, and he fell into the Great Array of Hundred Ghosts and Devouring Spirits, and he couldn't get out for a while.

"Thank you two for you!!How could it be!!"

The blood eagle could still feel that someone was responding from the side, and as soon as he got out of the big array, he immediately thanked the people who broke the siege, but he was not shocked at this look, and he was suddenly frightened out of his body and ascended to heaven.

The blood eagle's reaction was also extremely fast, but it was stunned for less than a thousandth of a moment, and the three heads raised the sky at the same time, and in the eternal desolate cry, the three-headed blood eagle had a great breath all over its body, as if it had eaten an aphrodisiac, and turned into a swift blood shadow that rose to the sky.

"Want to go, miscellaneous bird, leave your life behind!" Han Chu clenched his palm, sneered in his mouth and said lightly, "Yin Condensation Ice Beads, go"

Yin Condensation Ice Beads flew away, even if Han Chu could only grasp only thirty percent now, the power of this spirit treasure was far beyond what the three-headed blood eagle could resist.

A vast and cold breath that was difficult to breathe fell from the sky, and the Yin Condensed Ice Beads turned into a meteor-like light in the sound of breaking through the air, falling from mid-air and smashing the backs of the three-headed blood eagles.

The dense blood-colored aura around the blood eagle was easily torn apart as if it were paper paste, but only the Yin Condensation Ice Beads the size of a dragon's eye smashed on the back of the Blood Sculpture, although the Yin Condensation Ice Beads were not heavy, but the endless cold contained in them was as heavy as a mountain even if it was only stimulated by thirty percent.

The three heads screamed at the same time, one wing was shattered by the beaten bones, the broad back hit the spine shattered, and the downward depression was a full three inches, and the body was violently knocked to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust, and lying on the ground dying.

"It's done!" Blood River roared excitedly, and was about to rush forward to draw essence blood.

"Wait a minute!"

Han Chu stretched out his hand violently to stop the blood river, looking at the weak blood eagle and snorted lightly, this blood eagle cultivation is strong, even if he is seriously injured, it is impossible to die so easily, with his strength, if he is not careful, the dying counterattack is enough for Han Chu to drink a pot.

"Gengjin Divine Sword Go" The three-foot sword light in the palm of his hand swallowed, and with a piercing roar, he shot straight towards the three-headed blood eagle.

The body that fell to the ground on his stomach suddenly rose into the sky, bringing up dozens of blood-colored afterimages, and the six golden eyes of the blood sculpture stared at Han Chu with a cracked eye, screaming angrily and rushing into the sky, his wings flickering and rolling up a fierce wind.

"Damn! This is a bird that would play dead!"

Xuehe was surprised and muttered to himself, and his respect for Han Chu in his heart couldn't help but deepen even more, acting ruthlessly and decisively, doing things without leakage, and being cautious, such a heart coupled with the demonic qualifications of the corpse king, he will definitely be a hero in the future.

For the first time, Xuehe began to feel that handing over his soul to follow Han Chu might be the right choice that could change his voice.

"Hmph, I already knew you had this trick!" Han Chu pursed his lips and sneered, pinching the spell in his hand, a colorful cloud of smoke, ice crystals flickered, like an aurora diffusely spreading, turning into a huge multicolored net pocket, suppressing the blood sculpture that rushed into the sky.

Yin condensation ice beads flew out wrapped in cold light, and the strong mana surged and smashed on the blood eagle's body more than a dozen times one after another, only the bones of the blood eagle were shattered and broken, and the miserable screams in his mouth became weaker and weaker, and he fell to the ground almost out of shape.

Han Chu leaped forward, and the sword light in his hand simply and neatly pierced the heart of the blood sculpture, and forcibly cut back the terrible screams in his throat.

"What are you waiting for?"

Greeting the blood river, Han Chu opened his mouth, a pair of sharp fangs with a four-inch length pierced the neck of the blood eagle fiercely, and a mysterious aura came out of his body, a pair of fangs were like a black hole greedily tearing and devouring, but this time Han Chu devoured not the essence blood, but the powerful soul of this three-headed blood eagle.

The soul of the blood eagle was constantly forcibly pulled into Han Chu's body, although these soul thoughts were not pure enough, but they were superior to a huge number, under the devouring and decomposition of the Yuan Shen Gathering Spiritual Technique, the soul belonging to the blood eagle was refined into the purest and most fundamental thoughts, turning into a surging river, pouring into Han Chu's more and more vigorous soul flames.

The yin wind and dead air, shining with sword light, and the white moon, turned into a violent wind around Han Chu, and gradually, the aura that emerged from Han Chu's body became more and more powerful, and even the blood river that was busy collecting essence and blood on the side couldn't help but shudder, and felt fear, this was not the breath of the dead qi sword yuan, but from the depths of the bloodline, from the noble, domineering, and fierce of the soul.

Just like the aura of the golden phantom that Han Chu saw in the illusion, although it was still far from being that powerful, Han Chu had already faintly shown the power of that vague figure.

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