Blood fairy inheritance!
With no face and a word of war, the remnants of blood and blood are raining to the sky!
Jushen dispatches general Ye Mota, the bloodline of all spirits refines nine kills!
The magical power contained in this sentence, if you want to display it, the lowest level of cultivation required requires a pill formation, so Meng Hao knew it, but couldn't use it.
However, the blood finger, blood mark, and blood killing realm did not require too many cultivation bases. It could be deployed with enough spiritual power, and it became the assassin of Meng Hao's magical powers that cooperated with the eighth ban of the demon seal.
Following Meng Hao all the way to the present, he has carried out many casts. The power is absolutely extraordinary, enough to shock others. At this moment, the world in front of Meng Hao has a red color. This is the color that only appears when he casts his blood fingers. He is used to it now. In this bloody world, he saw Zhou Jie's Qingluo sect technique Qingyun big handprint, and he was whizzing out.
The handprint looked like a cloud of cyan fog, but it seemed to contain some indescribable aura, making the handprint come along all the way, and it became bigger and bigger in Meng Hao’s eyes, and he could even imagine that when the handprint approached Time may replace the world in front of you.
This scene reminded Meng Hao of the palm of the Heavenly Mystery Master in the sky outside Zhao’s patron sect, and that palm made Meng Hao powerless to struggle, destroying patron sect, leaving five fingers behind. The land of India.
It wasn't until a dark red glow in the sky, like a sword that slashed the heavens and the earth, directly separated the palm print, which saved Meng Hao from a catastrophe. At this moment, Meng Hao's mind was the hand print of that year.
Compared with today, Zhou Jie is naturally inferior to Heavenly Mystery, but this scene is very similar...
Meng Hao suddenly smiled. In the silent smile, his right hand suddenly lifted, and as it got closer and larger, the handprints whizzing closer and larger, he was about to blast directly, and even lifted. The strong wind blew Meng Hao's clothes and long hair, at this moment...
Meng Hao raised his right thumb, facing the coming Qingyun big handprint, suddenly from top to bottom in front of him, suddenly slashed!
This slash is like a light that opens the sky in a dark world, this slash is like the splitting of darkness in the bright sky when the eyes are closed, and this slash is like the demon master's opening of the handprints of the heavens, this slash... Yes Today's Meng Hao, to prove the scene of Ming Wu under the handprints outside of Zhao's patron Shanzong back then!
I am strong, so I am!
The world roared, and Meng Hao stood motionless, but the menacing blue cloud handprint in front of him was seven feet in front of him. Starting from the middle finger level, a huge crack appeared, this crack. It runs directly through the entire handprint, growing bigger and bigger, until it whizzes past Meng Hao's body. His body is standing in the position of the crack, safe and sound, only after the palmprint is swept away, the wind blowing makes Meng Hao's hair grow long. Flurry, but in this frantically dancing hair, his eyes, the brilliance in the darkness, like the sun in the night, make everyone who sees it feel... dazzling!
"Do you want to continue?" Meng Hao flicked his sleeves and spoke lightly.
Zhou Jie was silent. He looked at Meng Hao with bitterness in his heart, but soon the fighting spirit in his eyes regained. He took a deep breath, and directly lifted his right hand to the side of the incense burner and pressed it fiercely.
Under this pressing, a crack appeared in the trembling of the incense burner, and it burst into pieces directly under the slap.
"Naturally continue. Zhou has practiced until now. From the moment he became a Taoist, he has not been defeated. This battle should not be interrupted by anyone." Zhou Jie said lightly, with simple words and simple behaviors, but in this simplicity, But it revealed an aura, that was the aura of a strong man, although it was still in its rudimentary form, although it was not much, it also made Meng Hao's eyes condensed.
"Broken the back road, so that I have nowhere to retreat and no support, so I completely need my own strength to stimulate my potential. This Zhou Jie is a personal outstanding." Meng Hao nodded.
Zhou Jie raised his right hand suddenly, squeezed it violently, and suddenly five crystal lights flew out of his storage bag. The moment he appeared, the dark sky around him seemed to shine in an instant. This light came from Five swords in front of Zhou Jie!
Five, gleaming, colorful swords!
These five swords lifted up with Zhou Jie's right hand, and as the five fingers stretched out, they came quickly, floating outside the five fingers.
"Luo Yue Dadi, the sword formation opens the sky!" As soon as Zhou Jie spoke, he pressed his right hand to the ground suddenly. Under this pressing, the five swords gleamed and went straight down in an instant, disappearing in a flash.
But at the moment these five swords disappeared, Meng Hao's eyes shrank, and he took six steps back without hesitation!
Just as Meng Hao retreated, five swords emerged one after another, suddenly emerging from nothingness, from bottom to top, directly from the position of the first five steps in the six steps Meng Hao had withdrawn, whizzing up.
With a dazzling crystal light, these five swords buzzed and turned into five curved changhongs in the air, and went straight to Meng Hao in an instant.
"Interesting." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, his right thumb suddenly lifted, and at the moment the five swords whizzed forward, he pressed forward.
The roar echoed, Meng Hao's body was ten meters away, and a bloody light curtain appeared in an instant. The five swords were blocked, and the roar of the impact echoed around.
Zhou Jie pinched the tactics with both hands, and the whole person spouted a mouthful of blood, and immediately there was a sharp roar from the five swords, and they changed from five to twenty-five!
Overwhelmingly, he came straight to Meng Hao. The speed and momentum made Meng Hao a touch of crisis at this moment.
But his expression remained the same. As the twenty-five swords whizzed and approached, he flicked his sleeves, his whole body cultivation burst out, and his thumb crossed his index finger. When the blood flowed out, Meng Hao used the power of two bloody fingers, once again. One click away.
boom!
As if the surrounding vibrations affected the vision and turned into distortions, the twenty-five swords were blocked again. Zhou Jie let out a low growl, and when his hands were suddenly pressed on his chest, his facial veins bulged and twenty-five swords. Buzzing to the sky, under a sway, the shadow of the sword filled the sky, and it turned into a hundred and twenty-five. This time, it was really overwhelming, and went straight to Meng Hao from all directions.
At the moment of touching, the blood-colored light curtain of ten zhang violently twisted and shrank, and it was three zhang in a blink of an eye, and these crystal swords had penetrated most of them, approaching Meng Hao.
Meng Hao took a deep breath and cut away the third finger of his right hand. After the fourth finger, he inherited the power of the four fingers with the blood fairy. With a wave, the blood burst into the sky, and Meng Hao simply opened the fifth finger!
The blood of the fifth finger shed, and a bloody handprint was formed! Unfolded the second style of the three inheritance styles, its power is beyond the blood finger... blood mark!
As soon as the blood mark came out, the sky shook the sky, and a huge bloody handprint was transformed directly in Meng Hao's hand. With a forward wave, an endless bloody light curtain suddenly spread from Meng Hao's right hand. Under the rumbling noise, directly When sweeping through those sword formations, causing more than a hundred crystal swords to tremble and retreat, Meng Hao took a step forward and slammed his right hand with blood.
With a bang, within a hundred meters of Meng Hao, a huge bloody mudra appeared out of thin air between the sky and the earth, and Meng Hao seemed to be standing in the palm of the mudra. At this moment, the mudra quickly lifted and held it fiercely!
Zhou Jie's complexion changed drastically. When he spouted blood, he pinched the tactics fiercely, trying to make those swords fly back, but his complexion quickly became pale.
Under the bloody handprint, none of the more than one hundred flying swords could fly out, as if they were bound. At this moment, they were struggling to rush away, but they couldn't do it.
There were more than 30 flying swords, and wailing came from the trembling, as if they were about to collapse.
Meng Hao let out a cold snort, and the roar echoed, and more than 30 flying swords collapsed and shattered. Then there were 30 more, and then another 30...
It took a few breaths. After the handprint was completely held, all the flying swords shattered and collapsed one by one. When the bloody handprint disappeared, five of them appeared in front of Meng Hao. It is a crystal light sword with broken traces.
"Zhou has one last trick!" Zhou Jie's eyes were red, and when he gritted his teeth at the moment, Meng Hao flicked his right hand and swept the five crystal swords into the storage bag.
"Qing Luo, descending immortality!" Zhou Jie yelled up to the sky. He raised his left hand and pressed it sharply on the center of his eyebrows. With a wave of his right hand, dozens of jade slips flew out, and they all shattered in front of them. , A scent of sweetness spreads. The smell is very beautiful at the beginning, but if you smell it for a while, it will turn into a disgusting feeling as if you want to spit out all the internal organs.
At the same time, a breath that didn't belong to Zhou Jie, at this moment, seemed to wake up from all directions and was about to come...
Meng Hao's eyes flashed suddenly, and at this moment, in his mind, the voice of the vicissitudes of life within the ancient jade of the demon immediately appeared.
"The souls of all evils call themselves immortals. If they can't get past one person, one mountain, if they meet, they will all be sealed!"
The appearance of this voice has long been accustomed to Meng Hao. At this moment, he looked at Zhou Jie and felt the more and more powerful aura erupting from Zhou Jie. Meng Hao looked at Zhou Jie’s face in silence. This face was distorted. Then there is handsome, but it seems that countless other people's faces have surfaced on their faces.
His painful touch seemed to want to persist, but the bleakness in his eyes clearly revealed the disappearance of life. Obviously, this technique cannot be used for foundation building, even if he is a Taoist...
No way!
"Demon Seal, the eighth forbidden!" Meng Hao slowly raised his right hand. At this moment, he actually showed a wave of strangeness invisible to outsiders, but the strange souls that are now pouring into Zhou Jie's body can detect it. Very clear breath!
They appeared on the many faces on Zhou Jie's face, without exception, at this moment, all of them showed panic...