Di Jing flew in the wind, whistling in the sky, and soon he found a battlefield where more than a dozen people were vying for blood flames, and immediately rushed down.
"Friends of Taoism, I want this blood flame!" Di Jing stepped into the battlefield, palmed the wind and thunder, and blasted everyone away.
"Friend Di Daoist, this is just a medium-sized blood flame, can you also be eye-catching?" A monk asked inexplicably, because the seed candidates all set the goal on the ultimate blood flame, and at least they should be superior. Blood flame. If it is refining the medium blood flame, it is too unreasonable.
"I said that if I want it, I want it. If you have anyone who doesn't agree, you can come and fight with me!" Di Jing shouted with great momentum.
How dare everyone refuse to accept it? Hurriedly said: "Since Fellow Di Daoist wants this blood flame, I will naturally not dare to fight again, so I will give up the blood flame."
A group of people must be quite unwilling in their hearts. There are not many extreme blood flames and high-grade blood flames, and many people can't compete, so they set the goal on medium blood flames. Now it's hard to meet a flower, but Di Jing suddenly kills it and forcibly possesses it, which naturally makes people angry.
But Di Jing is too powerful, and even Ji Feng has lost his life. Without absolutely powerful strength, who would dare to use force with him? Although unwilling, but helpless.
"Thank you so much, please!" Di Jing waved his hand and signaled everyone to leave.
After the group of people were far away, Di Jing released the Haotianding and took the medium blood flame in. After he entered the ancient place of Mantra, he has never calmed down, nor has he thought about how to do it. He just blindly searches for the ultimate blood flame. After seeing Luo Ji's jade clean bottle, her heart suddenly brightened.
He possesses a peerless divine object like the Haotian Cauldron, and he can completely conceal a lot of blood flames. Even if a friend fails to obtain blood flames in the ancient place of Brahma Curse, he can provide them.
Moreover, when the Brahma Mantra is opened in ancient times, there is a time limit. Once the time is up, all people will be sent out. At that time, if someone has not obtained the original blood flame, then they can only think that they are unlucky.
Di Jing installed the blood flame with the Haotian Cauldron, so he no longer had such worries and could concentrate on searching for the ultimate blood flame.
In the next few days, Di Jing stopped searching for the blood flames on his own, but robbed them everywhere. As long as he found the blood flames, he didn't care about the ranks and collected them all. The Haotian Ding is a divine object. The space inside is huge. Driven by Di Jing, it divides the space and can hold dozens of blood flames.
And these monks didn't dare to fight with Di Jing, they could only watch him take the blood flame away. Although they hated in their hearts, they didn't dare to speak.
Some monks were driven out by Di Jing repeatedly, and finally couldn't bear it. No matter how terrifying Di Jing was, he shouted: "Di Jing, I have met you four times, every time you rely on your powerful strength. Drive us away, get the blood flames without refining them, what is your purpose for occupying so much blood flames?"
"What am I going to do, why do I need to explain to you?" Di Jing didn't care about these people, and said, "I will haunt this area these days. If you don't want to meet me, you can go a little farther. , Lest I meet again."
"Do you know that this will cause public outrage. It's best to leave more leeway when you are a human being and doing things, otherwise you don't know how to deal with a real-blood cultivator who will leave the customs!" Someone was quite unhappy.
Di Jing knew that the True Blood Realm was powerful and could release the power of the Blood Flame. No matter how strong the Transmigration Realm monk, he couldn’t resist it, but Di Jing didn’t care, and said, “Even if the True Blood Realm is here, I’ll Don't be afraid, if they know themselves, they should avoid me!"
"Your behavior is no different from a robber! I have let you three times, so you can't raise your hands high once?" a monk said with a mournful face and said helplessly.
"I think I can give you a nickname "Di Da Thief"!" Another monk said angrily.
Di Jing saw that he was an angry young monk. Although he didn't know his name, he had seen him several times in just a few days. It seemed that he was often "patronized" by Di Jing. No wonder he was so angry.
"It seems that I am already infamous in this area! Heh heh!" Di Jing smiled a little embarrassedly, feeling that it was a bit too much, and said, "You should stay in this area. Find a place to rob."
Di Jing moved away from this place, using the Six-Winged Flying Sorrow Technique, traversing a vast area, and then stopped. He found that there were a lot of monks in this area, and there were a lot of blood flames appearing, and it was difficult to find a trace.
"There is a lot of blood flames in this area, enough for me to plunder for several days!" Di Jing spotted a spot and landed directly.
When it was close, I discovered that all of this group of people were disciples of Fengshen Pavilion, and the leader was surprisingly Lu Tong.
It turns out that this Lu Tong has always been with a large group of followers, looking for blood flames in the ancient place of Fanshu. He knows that his immortal veins are not strong, and his strength is limited, and he can't tame the ultimate blood flames, so he vigorously searched for superior blood Flame refining.
Just half a day ago, Lu Tong led more than 20 attendants, finally found a superior blood flame, chased it, and surrounded it here.
Lu Tong used the power of the immortal veins, rushed out of the green veins, and entangled towards the blood flame.
Green immortal veins are top grade, and the Tianshenshan seed candidates are almost all purple top grade immortal veins. Green immortal veins are probably the only one.
Qi pulse surging out, wrapped around the blood flame for several hours, but failed to subdue the blood flame. The many monks next to him looked anxious, so that Di Jing didn't notice it when he approached.
Di Jing saw that Lu Tong’s fairy veins had some cyan in the green, the level of the top-grade fairy veins was the bottom, and thought: "This straw bag of fairy veins is probably the elders of his family. Special methods are used to force each other to condense. It's formed. Otherwise, in this person's posture, it is estimated that it can only be a blue middle-grade immortal vein. External forces help to transform the veins, this method is really unheard of."
But seeing the green energy pulses entangled in the blood flames, confronting each other, contending with each other, advancing and retreating with each other, the blood flames cannot escape the energy pulses, and the energy pulses can't subdue the blood flames. The confrontation made Lu Tong sweat on his forehead and panting for breath.
"I don't believe that I, as a seed candidate, can't refine a superior blood flame?" Lu Tong rested, urging the immortal veins again, unleashing the majestic power to integrate the blood flames and vitality.
Di Jing couldn't help laughing when he heard his words and the embarrassment full of sweat.
"Which bastard dares to laugh..." Next to Lu Tong, a monk with a fierce expression thought it was someone with a short eye that was laughing, and based on his reputation, he planned to give him a severe lesson. When I turned around, I found that Di Jing was standing behind the killing god, and he was immediately frightened.
When the other people heard the laughter, they looked back, and they were all taken aback when they saw Di Jing with a smile on his face and harmless humans and animals.
Lu Tong was concentrating on subduing the blood flames, and when he noticed the strangeness of the surrounding monks, he quickly turned around and jumped immediately.
"Di······Di Jing, why are you here?" Lu Tong obviously didn't expect Di Jing to appear here. When shocked, the Qi pulse suddenly became chaotic, and the blood flame suddenly broke away. Trapped, dived into the rocks below.
Di Jing dealt with Ji Feng and Ge Luochen alone, and killed Ji Feng. This Sanskrit curse was well known in the ancient land. Many people were shocked and had to admire Di Jing's courage. Ji Feng's background is very huge. This time, he was killed by Di Jing in the ancient place of Fancurse. When he leaves here, he will usher in the monstrous anger of the Ji family.
Between Lu Tong and Di Jing, there is an incomprehensible grievance, from the Tianshen Mountain to the ancient place of Fanshu, thinking about how to kill Di Jing all the time. But after Ji Feng was killed, Lu Tong suddenly felt frightened and did not dare to act rashly, so he concentrated on searching for the blood flame, hoping to find another opportunity to attack Di Jing after the refining blood flame broke through to the real blood state.
When Di Jing saw this group of people look like this, he became more amused, and said, "This ancient place of Mantra is not yours. I can go wherever I think! It's you clowns, the more I look at it, the more I find it annoying. If you encounter it here, I might as well take a lesson!"
"Di Jing, dare you, we have more than 20 people here. No matter how strong you are, you can't beat us!" Lu Tong pointed at Di Jing and said loudly. However, he was not confident enough and retreated while talking.
After Ji Feng was killed, he had a huge fear of Di Jing. Not to mention there are more than 20 people here, even if there are 200 people, it is estimated that he will not be able to calm the fear in his heart.
"Could you have played it, don't you know if you try it?"
Between the opening and closing of Di Jing's fist palm, the True Thunder Tribulation Technique was transported. Within a short time, thunder rang in his body, and there was a faint electric light running in the sky, which was very scary.
Before the passage in the ancient place of Fan Mantra, most people in Fengshen Pavilion stayed there, plus some disciples of Yongshidao and Tiandu who have good relations with the Lu family, adding up to dozens of people, all intend to attack the purple palace of the gods. Hands on. However, a few people leaned on the passage with their backs, leaving a way for them to survive. If they can't kill them in one fell swoop, their shots are meaningless.
At that time, although Di Jing had the means to escape, he was worried about the safety of Han Yifan, Feng Bao and others, so he stood still and was more patient with the opponent. Now he is alone, without scruples, he can make a hearty shot, even if he can't do it, just slap his butt and escape. With his speed, there will be no loss.
What's more, in the face of these two dozen people, there is no need to run away!
"Brothers, now he is alone, let's go together and kill him!" Lu Tong shouted, directing everyone to rush up.
Everyone took out the magic weapon, surrounded Di Jing in the center, and each performed their strongest tactics to besiege Di Jing.
Di Jing's palm thundered and lightning flashes flying, and he saw him rushing from left to right in the crowd, screaming again and again wherever he passed. Those impervious magical instruments were blown out by him with a punch and palm, and the slightly better magical instruments were also bruised and scarred, making everyone heartache.
"Fight with him on wheels and kill him!"
Lu Tong has a magic weapon in his hand, but instead of attacking, he stands in the distance and gives orders. He was afraid of being beaten by Di Jing, and also frightened. If he were to fight Di Jing again, it would undoubtedly be killing him.
"Huh! The most feared thing this thief is afraid of is wheel warfare!"
Di Jing was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and his momentum was earth-shattering. At the same time, his fist strength, palm strength, and sword aura rushed out wave after wave.
These people were originally fearful. At this moment, they saw Di Jing like a god of war, rushing in and out, as if entering the realm of no one, wherever they went, they were all invincible, and even more intent to fight!
Seven or eight people were beheaded and killed in a moment. There were seven or eight people vomiting blood, and they were unable to fight again. Seven or eight people were frightened and dared not step forward.
The whole battle was unexpectedly fast, Di Jing only felt that these people were as weak as chickens, and they lost their fighting spirit and were useless. But he was high-spirited, sweeping the fallen leaves along the autumn wind, like a broken bamboo.
Di Jing blinked, but found that Lu Tong was missing, and from a great distance, a figure quickly ran away and fled hurriedly. That kind of speed is much higher than that of the Dzogchen monks in the Huamai realm. It is probably the use of magical talismans and the like.
"This straw bag, it's quite fast to escape."
Di Jing chuckled lightly, and landed directly on the ground. After searching for it, he finally found the superior blood flame, released the Haotian Cauldron, buckled it, and inhaled it in an instant.