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- Qin Feng was still on the bloody avenue, his whole body was radiant, and the blood was lingering. He held the sword in his hand, and cut out a series of extremely powerful swords.
? With the sword in hand, it seems to be in harmony with the sword, and the invincible sword will move forward indomitably, stepping on the road of blood.
"Boom."
The horrific pressure of blood pressure continued to come, and it was getting stronger and stronger. It wanted to drown out the sword intent and destroy Qin Feng's body, making Qin Feng's footsteps slower and slower, appearing extremely heavy, and every step was very difficult.
The vast and majestic Taoism in his body is roaring, arousing the resonance of the Taoism in the blood and bones, blooming a terrible bloody will, superimposing the God-slaying sword, powerfully cutting through the pressure of bloody, and continuing to move forward.
Qin Feng has already pushed his strength to the extreme, and only Tongzu's power has not exploded. He thought that this road would be extremely difficult, and he was ready to do everything possible.
But suddenly, the bloody coercion, which was originally extremely strong, receded like a tide under the outbreak of his boundless righteousness, as if actively avoiding it.
Qin Feng was puzzled, but instead of slowing down, he speeded up and passed through.
Soon, he came to the end of the bloody avenue, standing in front of a vast and endless bloody storm, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was quite puzzled.
The pressure of blood just now suddenly dissipated, what happened?
He can feel the pressure of blood on that path, which changes according to his strength. The stronger he is, the stronger the pressure of blood. There is nowhere to hide, no shortcuts, as if he is about to block it.
This should be a test before stepping into the source of blood, not an absolute evildoer, not even qualified to set foot in the source of blood.
Just, why did it suddenly disperse again, as if consciously.
"Om."
Just as Qin Feng was contemplating, a sacred and solemn blood came out from the bloody storm in front of him, with a vague solemn and ancient atmosphere, like some kind of the most ancient power.
Qin Feng clearly felt that his blood was tumbling, and the Taoism in his body and blood bones were touched, as if he was about to return to the bloody storm in front of him.
He had an illusion that he was like a sharp divine sword, and the bloody storm in front of him was the scabbard. Although the divine sword was out of its sheath, it would eventually return to its sheath.
"This feeling¡¡"
When Qin Feng came back to his senses, his expression visibly trembled slightly, and he looked a little solemn. He was almost sure that this place was definitely related to Master, and even this solemn and ancient blood was most likely left by the blood god.
Even if it is not a blood god, it must be a blood race.
"Practice and enlightenment first, and try to communicate with the blood god." Qin Feng put aside distracting thoughts, and pretended to be ready to practice and enlightenment. Since the source of blood seems to be really conscious, no matter whether it is the blood god or not, he has to try Try to communicate.
Even if it doesn't work, I hope that the Blood God Art can go one step further.
"Um?"
But just as he stepped into the bloody storm and was about to practice, he suddenly saw a figure in the thick blood.
Judging from the coercion of blood on the Scarlet Avenue, it may be difficult for this generation of disciples of the Blood God Palace to break through, even Hua Chenfeng may not be able to do it.
Unexpectedly, there are still people practicing here, and the owner of the Blood God Palace didn't tell him this.
Could it be the high level of Blood God Palace?
That figure sat cross-legged in the blood-colored storm, as if blending with it, he was dressed in simple, even plain, sitting cross-legged quietly, without releasing any bloody aura from his body, so that Qin Feng hadn't noticed it before to his existence.
And he didn't seem to notice Qin Feng's arrival, and he sat quietly cross-legged from beginning to end, as if he was the only one in the whole world, and everything else was foreign.
"This artistic conception"
Looking at that figure, Qin Feng seemed to feel the other person's loneliness in a trance. The world is full of disturbances and everything is beautiful, but he is independent of the world, and everything has nothing to do with it.
What kind of artistic conception of practice is this?
He didn't even have the heart to disturb him, as if making a little movement would break this artistic conception and shatter a kind of beauty.
Qin Feng didn't bother the other party, and the other party didn't respond to the sword, so he sat down quietly and prepared to practice.
"Who are you?"
At this moment, Youdao's haughty voice sounded, and it was the blood cultivator sitting cross-legged who spoke. His voice had a lonely artistic conception, but it was hard to hide his pride, and it had a strong penetrating power, which seemed to be directly imprinted on the in people's minds.
"Qin Feng." Qin Feng said truthfully.
"There is no one like you in the Blood God Palace, aren't you a disciple of the Blood God Palace?" The blood cultivator continued, although he was speaking, his eyes were still closed, and he didn't look up at Qin Qin.Wind glanced.
"I come from Blood Sword Mountain, and this trip is approved by the Lord of the Blood God Palace." Qin Feng responded.
The blood repairer didn't respond anymore, it seemed that Qin Feng's last words dispelled all his worries.
Since it was affirmed by the Palace Master of the Blood God, he didn't say anything, as long as he didn't disturb his cultivation. As for why the person from Blood Sword Mountain came here, and whether this person will live or die, it has nothing to do with him.
Seeing that the other party stopped responding, Qin Feng stopped speaking and began to practice.
His blood meaning is very consistent with the meaning in the origin of blood, and it can even be said to come from the same source, but his blood will is obviously weaker, and is drawn by the blood meaning in the origin of blood.
Thick blood flowed out, invading the bloody storm like a sword returning to its sheath, like a sea of ??rain, disappearing without a trace, even Qin Feng himself could hardly perceive it.
But Qin Feng has a different feeling, as if the whole origin of blood is his blood, and it is one with him.
This feeling is very weak, but as his blood continues to flow, and more and more blood invades the bloody storm, the feeling becomes stronger and stronger.
"Om."
I don't know how long it took, Qin Feng's bloody voice buzzed, and blood soldiers came out in response. This time, it was no longer just a blood soldier, but a blood soldier emerged continuously, and in a flash, several blood soldiers appeared.
Those blood soldiers separated on both sides, as if they were welcoming something.
"Blood Soldier, Blood God Art!"
Feeling this fluctuation, the lonely cultivator Xue Xiu finally opened his eyes and looked at Qin Feng with a little surprise.
It's no wonder that the palace lord's approval was obtained. It turned out that he had comprehended the Blood God Art.
And from the perspective of these blood soldiers, I am afraid that his understanding of the Blood God Art is not much weaker than him.
Immediately, thick blood gradually appeared in his pupils. It was a fighting spirit. He stood up, looked at Qin Feng and said:
"My name is Chen Yi."
While speaking, Chen Yi released an extremely terrifying sense of blood, causing the bloody storm to instantly become more restless, boiling and roaring.
At the same time, there was an extremely terrifying sense of blood that permeated towards Qin Feng.
Qin Feng was concentrating on his cultivation, and when he heard Chen Yi's words, he felt the rush of blood, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
He could feel that Chen Yi in front of him was very powerful. His realm didn't seem to be the peak, or even the peak of the eighth level, but the oppression of blood was extremely strong. His oppression is stronger.
I'm afraid that Chen Yi in front of him is not at the same level as Hua Chenfeng and the others, he can be called the strongest disciple.
It seems that there are still some characters in the Blood God Palace.
Just, why disturb his practice?
"It's rare to meet someone who can comprehend the Bleeding God Art. Since you come here to practice, two people's discussion is better than one person's comprehension. I want to try your blood will."
As soon as Chen opened his mouth, the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger.
His voice seemed to contain supreme morality, and the entire bloody storm was extremely tumbling, gathering more than ten blood soldiers, holding blood guns, pointing directly at Qin Feng.
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