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Chapter 854 Sea of ??Blood, Means of Saints!

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    Little Kunpeng was covered in blood, one arm was gone, and it was completely broken along the shoulder.

    "God Su!!"

    Little Kunpeng looked at Bu Feifan with hatred on his face, the Immortal Sword was cracked, and countless cracks spread all over the cold blade, almost shattering.

    With overwhelming hatred, Little Kunpeng leaned on the Immortal Sword in his hand, knelt down on one knee, and gasped for breath.

    "Okay, all the farce should be over!"

    Bu Feifei smiled, crossed hundreds of feet in one step, and reached directly in front of Little Kunpeng. He raised his finger, and a force of heavenly power unfolded. The black and white aura of life and death swirled around, obliterating the void, and enveloped Xiao Kunpeng's head.  , to completely crush his head.

    Feeling the killing intent above his head, Little Kunpeng suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with blood.

    "God Su, you can't kill me. This time you counted as ruthless. Next time I will suppress you in my sea of ??blood, skin your skin and cramps, use your soul to light a lamp, and torture you forever and ever!"

    With murderous intentions at hand, Little Kunpeng was still so proud, and his voice was shrill like Li Ling.

    Bu Feifan didn't care about this person's nonsense at all, but then his expression changed.

    Under the palm, an infinite devouring force struck, and Bian Feifan couldn't help but backed away a certain distance, looking at Little Kunpeng with some horror, his eyes flickering.

    I saw that Xiao Kunpeng's palm that was originally closed was spread out at the moment, and there were several pieces of broken jade in the palm. With his extraordinary insight, he saw the reason that it was a piece of intact jade talisman.

    "I have a talisman bestowed by my ancestors, it is not so easy for you to kill me! Hahahaha"

    Xiao Kunpeng's words were extremely high-profile, and he sneered at Bu Feifan, but he was more unwilling.

    Not only did he get nothing, but he was killed and forced out of the life-saving talisman bestowed by the Kunpeng ancestor. Little Kunpeng's resentment can be imagined.

    Bu Feifan's face was a little cloudy and uncertain. Seeing that the little Kunpeng was about to get away, his eyes showed ruthlessness, and he made another ultimate move. The billowing energy surrounded the palm of his hand, and he punched directly through the void.

    The unrivaled fist force smashed the void, but it was offset by the power of the magic talisman crushed by Xiao Kunpeng, and it had no effect at all.

    Little Kunpeng showed a look of pride, and in this triumph, a vortex appeared in the void behind him, and an amazing devouring power appeared, slowly submerging Little Kunpeng's body.

    Through the vortex behind Little Kunpeng, Bu Feifan saw a sea of ??blood, countless bones surrendered in the sea of ??blood, and a monstrous pungent bloody smell permeated the world.

    "Damn it!"

    Bu Feifei cursed bitterly, a little unwillingly.

    At the same time, the distant prehistoric place is located.

    In the process of explaining and teaching.

    In the primordial sage's ashram, in an attic, there were countless life talismans suspended above. At this time, a crack appeared in one of the life talismans, and then shattered.

    But after the fate talisman was broken, a little extreme blood appeared in the fate talisman. It was a drop of blood floating out of the fate talisman.

    Canopy!

    With a strange sound, the drop of blood exploded and suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist, permeating the entire attic, and the pungent smell of blood spread.

    In the main hall of the dojo, the aura of a saint is indescribable.

    The Qing sage sitting high on the futon had a look of inaction, and suddenly his pupils opened and he opened his eyes.

    The figure of the saint disappeared.

    In the attic, the figure of the original saint appeared, looking at the cloud of blood mist, frowning slightly.

    At this moment, the blood mist is rolling and transforming into a human form, but every time it is about to reorganize, it disperses and repeats itself, and it is always difficult to truly transform into a human form.

    The original sage lightly pointed out a finger, and the sage's aura overflowed, turning into a wisp of fresh air and sinking directly into the blood mist.

    With the help of this ray of fresh air, the blood mist immediately swallowed the holy medicine, and almost instantly the blood mist reorganized into a human form, and at the same time, the blood and water intertwined, giving birth to a little white, and a moment later, a white skeleton emerged from the human-shaped blood mist  give birth.

    Then a blood thread appeared on the white bone, the blood thread continued to stretch, bounce and grow, and the granulation sprouts kept wriggling, forming pieces of flesh and blood tissue.

    In an instant, a humanoid body was formed, followed by the meridians, and then the flesh and blood hardened, turning into white skin that tightly adhered to the flesh and blood surface of the humanoid body.

    Dense black dots appeared on the top of the humanoid body's head. They were hair strands that were stretched rapidly, and then turned into a head of black straight long hair that spread to the waist.

    After everything is over, a wet man's bodyAppeared in the attic with bare feet stepping on a pool of water stains.

    "Master!"

    Facing the original saint, the man knelt respectfully on the ground, his head almost touching the wooden board.

    The original sage's face remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand and swung it out again. A cloud of fresh air circled around the man's body, and finally covered him.

    With a flash of blue light, the man was already wearing a blue robe.

    However, the man didn't dare to move at all, his long clothes were dragged on the wooden board, showing respectful self-abased.

    The saint's breath was so terrifying that he couldn't catch his breath.

    "what happened?"

    The original sage asked lightly.

    "We opened the Emperor's Mausoleum of the Immortal Emperor, but the disciples failed"

    The man answered cautiously.

    "Forget it, I'll see for myself."

    Before the man finished speaking, he was interrupted indifferently by the primitive sage, but he didn't dare to move, allowing the primitive sage to put his hand on his forehead and start searching for souls.

    The soul search method will cause great sequelae and pain to the subject. The man almost screamed in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out. Instead, he suppressed all the sounds in his throat and turned them into dull whimpers.

    The eyes of the primitive sage flickered, and pictures appeared in his eyes. They were scenes in the imperial mausoleum world, with figures of Baihuang, Bu Feifan and other Gaiden talents, as well as corpse demons.

    After a while, the original sage closed his eyes.

    At this time, his body was blurred, the breath of a saint permeated the attic, and his figure disappeared.

    But when his figure disappeared, a ray of white light floated out and entered the man's body. Under the influence of this white aura, all the sequelae and pains of the man's soul search disappeared, and he showed gratitude and respect.

    "You are not responsible for the change in this time. If there is a next time, you don't need to call me Shizun again!" The majestic voice of the original sage came indifferently.

    In the man's ears, it was no less than a loud noise, which frightened him until his body became cold and his back was soaked.

    In this world, as a disciple of a primitive sage, if the primitive sage is no longer called a master, then there is only one meaning, that is, there is no need for this disciple to exist.

    The sage's mind is unpredictable, but his faint words make people think carefully and frighten.

    Only then did the man stand up with a pale complexion, and walked out of the attic in a daze.

    This person is exactly - the beginning.

    During the trip to the imperial mausoleum, not only did he not get the treasure of good fortune, but he also paid an unprecedented price.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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