A bloody gourd suddenly flew out of Teng Lingzi's body, spinning around and reaching the top of Su Zimo's head.
With the head down and the bottom up, the gourd's mouth was pointed at Su Zimo, and streams of blood were shed, filled with magical and strange power!
"Um?"
Su Zimo's expression changed!
The power emanating from the blood gourd's mouth shrouded his body, causing him to lose control of his body and fly towards the blood gourd.
Under the gaze of everyone, Su Zimo's figure continued to shrink and turned into a stream of light, which was absorbed by the blood gourd!
Many powerful people of the Blood Vine Clan were not surprised by this scene.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Teng Lingzi transformed into a human form again, holding the blood gourd just now in his palm, and laughed loudly: "What a wild warrior, what an eternal monster, why didn't it fall into my hands and be suppressed by me!"
"Young Master is so smart, this battle will definitely make you famous!"
"Yes, after this battle, even the God Clan's Son of Heaven and Goddess Xiaoxiang will have a reputation far below that of the Young Master."
"That Huangwu is arrogant and ignorant. The blood of our Blood Vine Clan is indeed not strong physically, but he doesn't know that our Blood Vine Clan can become one of the nine vicious clans, so we naturally have powerful killing moves!"
Many powerful people from the Blood Vine Clan began to praise and flatter Teng Lingzi loudly.
In fact, this blood gourd is extremely important to every Blood Vine clan.
When each Blood Vine Tribe is born, bleeding gourds will grow on many vines, but when they step into union, these blood gourds will merge into one.
It can be said that this blood gourd condenses most of the essence of the Blood Vine Clan’s Taoism and practice!
The blood vine clan's melee combat power is indeed not strong.
But if it is contaminated with the blood of the Blood Vine Clan, it will form a certain connection with the blood gourd. Once it is close, the blood gourd can directly absorb it and refine it into blood water!
Teng Lingzi said proudly: "That Huang Wu is ignorant, he really thinks that I have no means to suppress him! He is stained with my blood and dares to get so close to me. Even the half-ancestor cannot escape the power of the blood gourd!"
"The fate of the human race has been exhausted. This eternal monster is nothing more than that. The young master didn't even put much effort into it."
"It's just a false name."
"Our major ferocious tribes have been silent for too long these years. These ants in the human race really think they are the masters of the universe, haha."
"Young Master, what should I do with those blood eaters?"
A powerful figure from the Blood Vine Tribe pointed at the people of the Nandou Sect not far away.
The war broke out too quickly, Tang Shiyun was still wandering around to persuade, and everyone in the Nandou Sect had just become agitated and rekindled their hope, when they saw Su Zimo being suppressed by Teng Lingzi and put into the blood gourd!
The expressions of everyone in the Nandou Sect darkened and they smiled mockingly.
They should not have had any extravagant hopes of escaping from here. Their fate has already been determined!
Tang Shiyun laughed sadly and sighed sadly.
"Re-captivity, of course."
Teng Lingzi said calmly: "It's just a bunch of food. You have to have the consciousness to treat it as food. You still want to escape?"
"Then, young master, are you still eating today?"
A Blood Vine clan member asked.
"No need."
Teng Lingzi's eyes fell on the blood gourd in his palm, and he couldn't help laughing, and said: "I won't have to eat for a while!"
"It is rumored that Huangwu is the body of Qinglian. If I can refine Huangwu, my mana will greatly increase and my combat power will double! Maybe I can feel the opportunity for a breakthrough and realize the power of supernatural powers!"
"I'll congratulate you in advance, young master!"
Everyone in the Blood Vine Clan expressed their congratulations.
"Um."
Teng Lingzi nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "I will be in seclusion for a year. During this time, please don't disturb me."
"As for the blood food, I will reward you with it."
"Thank you, young master!"
Everyone in the Blood Vine Clan was overjoyed.
…
In the blood gourd, the scarlet color is gloomy.
Everything you see is blood-red!
Even though he was sucked in by Teng Lingzi's blood gourd, Su Zimo still looked calm without any panic. He spread his consciousness, turned his eyes, and looked around.
This blood gourd doesn't look big, but it has its own space inside.
Su Zimo's eyes fell on the inner wall of the blood gourd.
On it, tiny traces of blood appeared, densely packed and crisscrossed, just like the blood vessels in the human body, with blood flowing inside!
"According to what Teng Lingzi said, Mingzhen should still be in this blood gourd. Why is there no trace of him?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
"Could it be that Mingzhen didn't hold on and was refined by Teng Lingzi and turned into blood?"
Su Zimo patrolled back and forth in the blood gourd, exploring carefully.
Sudden!
His expression changed, and his eyes fell on a blood cocoon half a person's height in the corner.
At first, he didn't pay attention to this blood cocoon at all. At first glance, it looked like a blood pimple in a blood gourd. Not surprisingly, there was no life fluctuation at all.
But Su Zimo's spiritual sense is powerful.
He sensed that there was a faint breath of divine mercy in this blood cocoon. Although it was weak, he still caught it!
Su Zimo's figure flashed and came to the blood cocoon.
This blood cocoon was covered with blood threads, heavily entangled, and airtight. It was almost impossible to see what was inside.
Su Zimo reached out and pulled off most of the blood threads on it with a few random pulls.
These blood threads contain extremely powerful corrosive power. If Qinglian's true body hadn't transformed and been reborn, Su Zimo's palms would have rotted and exposed!
There is indeed a monk in the blood cocoon.
The monk was sitting cross-legged, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed. His body was emitting a shimmering light. He was as skinny as firewood, and most of the flesh and blood on his body had dissipated!
Su Zimo almost didn't dare to recognize him!
At this moment, the monk opened his eyes and saw Su Zimo.
Those eyes were as clear as water, pure and sincere.
Even in such a ghastly, evil and filthy environment, these eyes still make people feel kind and beautiful.
It's Mingzhen!
Su Zimo had only seen this kind of clear and sincere eyes in Mingzhen!
Looking at the haggard and skinny Mingzhen, Su Zimo felt sad and his eyes were slightly red.
"Junior brother, you are here."
Mingzhen smiled slightly, his face showing a kind of joy and relief from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing this smile, Su Zimo almost shed tears.
For some reason, at this moment, he had no anger or murderous intent, only an indescribable feeling.
Mingzhen was trapped by this blood gourd for ten years, and his life was worse than death.
If it were anyone else, he would have already suffered a nervous breakdown.
Even Su Zimo couldn't believe what he would become after being imprisoned in such a gloomy and filthy environment for ten years.
It is very likely that he will completely escape into the devil's path, activate the "Blood Refining Demonic Scripture" again, and go on a killing spree!
But Mingzhen didn’t.
Mingzhen can still laugh.
No resentment, no hatred.
In Mingzhen, Su Zimo felt the supreme compassion and broad-mindedness of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!
If hell is not empty, you will never become a Buddha. Only when all sentient beings are saved can you realize Bodhi!
Su Zimo's will was as solid as a rock and could not be shaken, but under such Buddhist teachings, his mind was shaken and he burst into tears!