The bloody aura became more and more intense as the third elder moved his fingers with a gloomy expression, and looked like a ball of blood swirling and floating.
With a low voice, the blood-colored spiritual light suddenly brightened and eroded directly towards the green halo that came towards his face. One red and one green looked particularly dazzling under the black night.
For a moment, the two seemed to blend together, eroding each other. The soft green halo fell faintly to the disadvantage, and was eaten away by the more evil-looking red aura, dissolving bit by bit.
Seeing the character with the Third Elder's mouth here, he evoked a proud smile, thinking that he was young just because he was young. Even though his cultivation was comparable to his strength, his actual experience was still not that good.
I don’t know what kind of spiritual attributes this blood-transforming spirit art has. In just a short moment, the blow of the spiritual weapon was resolved by the third elder. Song Rujing's face was serious, and there was no change due to this small incident.
The yellow spiritual power that followed swept over and once again enveloped the bloody mist. The pungent and strong smell of blood made Song Rujing feel nauseated, and her eyes were full of disgust.
As soon as the yellow spiritual power came into contact with the blood mist, there was something strange in Song Rujing's dark eyes, because he felt that the blood mist was full of corrosive power. No wonder ordinary spiritual power could not damage him at all.
The sea of purple clouds in the body was floating. As the spiritual power circulated, Song Rujing sank to her dantian, and a more violent yellow spiritual power was released from the body. This time, the yellow spiritual power was full of attributes.
"Pa bang bang..."
In the void, a slight sound came out, like a fire burning dry firewood, making a crisp sound. The blood mist that had previously had the upper hand immediately shrank away from this yellow spiritual power like a mouse seeing a cat.
The third elder's eyes were finally filled with shock. The attribute contained in this little girl's spiritual power turned out to be a kind of extremely strong and yang flame, which could restrain his evil ability.
In the blink of an eye, the blood mist was completely wiped out, causing the third elder to let out a cold snort from his nostrils. He looked at Song Rujing with a sinister look, a spiritual light floated in his chest, and suddenly there was a black red flame in his hand. flag.
The entire flag is two and a half feet long and is inlaid with gold wire. On the surface of the flag is a beautiful bloody flower, followed by mysterious and profound lines around the flower.
Looking at the 'Blood Cloud Flag' in his hand. There was a cruel smile in the eyes of the third elder. Although it was just a treasure, its power should not be underestimated. The magic weapons of their evil cultivators usually had different refining methods, requiring some materials as well as some special things. These things are nothing more than extorting from people. The methods are cruel and unjust, but the power is also huge.
The flag unfolded in the wind and whirred. The surface of the black gold wire revealed a strange aura. The third elder held the handle of the flag with his withered hand and shook it directly in the void. The gray aura scattered like pieces, like small fish swimming in the air.
After another shake, a dark wind blew up, the gray halo became more intense, and Song Rujing's spiritual power became unstable, and the yellow aura dimmed. As the third elder continued to wave the magic weapon in his hand, this situation became more serious.
Song Rujing's expression remained unchanged, and she was not surprised or shocked by these sudden measures. Although she was young, don't forget her birth, which shocked the ancient and modern world. Only such a place could cultivate such a sinful woman, no matter what It's both strength and sight, so she already understands these things.
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
Before the yellow spiritual power dissipated, another purple flame roared in, illuminating the road for several miles around. This purple flame emerged from the air in front of Song Rujing, and then rolled in the air towards the third elder. .
This purple flame is the Ziyuan Fire. To deal with such evil cultivators, this kind of masculine thing is the best thing. For a time, in the sky where they were fighting, there were gusts of wind and fire. For a while, their methods were evenly matched, and neither of them could do anything against the other. The situation and fluctuations here could be said to be the most intense. However, as time went by, both sides ended their testing, and both began to use pressure. When there is a trick at the bottom of the box, it is the moment to decide the winner.
At this time, Song Yuansheng could not help but feel relieved when he saw that there was no fluctuation in his sister's situation. He turned to look at Zhao Jiuge. Seeing Zhao Jiuge's appearance of not falling behind against Li Hechao and Liao Envoy, Song Yuansheng directly held the eight in his hand again. The Magic Mirror'.
The white light beam swept past, reaching the strength of the middle stage of Nascent Soul Realm, and the rich light went directly towards the dozen Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples behind. These remaining Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples are nothing more than disciples of the Spiritual Pill Realm, the Foundation Establishment Realm, and even the Spiritual Transformation Realm. They are no match for Song Yuansheng.
A Yuanying realm monk holding a tempered spiritual weapon was far beyond what they could resist. In an instant, except for the seven or eight Blood Demon Pavilion disciples who were in the Spiritual Pill Realm, the other dozen or so weaker Blood Demon Pavilion disciples were directly hit by this blow and their souls flew away.
Song Yuansheng showed no mercy to these evil spirits. Once he took action, he tried his best not to destroy these evil spirits and achieve his goal. Although the remaining seven or eight Spiritual Pill Realm Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples escaped this disaster, they were not much better. They were all injured to varying degrees. At this time, when they saw Song Yuansheng's eyes sweeping towards them, they felt a rush in their hearts. Shen, a shiver ran down his body. The third elder who was fighting Song Rujing next to him saw this scene from the corner of his eye, his pupils suddenly widened, and he started to get a little desperate.
However, the gap in a realm cannot be made up by the number of people, let alone encountering a powerful Yuanying realm monk like Song Yuansheng, holding a spiritual weapon.
Moreover, the strength of these seven or eight Blood Demon Pavilion disciples at the Spiritual Pill level is far inferior to that of direct disciples like Li Hechao and Liao Envoy. What's more, they are still scattered and fighting independently. Even if they join forces, they will cause Song Yuansheng a lot of trouble. , but for a moment, Song Yuansheng, who was holding a mirror in one hand and a sword in the other, killed them all. In the blink of an eye, there were only four people from Xuesha Pavilion left in the canyon.
Seeing so many disciples of the Blood Fiend Pavilion being killed, the third elder and the ninth elder began to work hard. Although the disciples were killed, they didn't care, but killing too many would shake the foundation of the sect. Even if their senior leaders were outstanding in strength, without the disciples they would be lost. What's the use? Besides, there were only a few hundred people in Xuesha Pavilion, but nearly half of them died at this time. The two of them were not in a hurry. At this time, they did not care about delaying time, and worked hard, waiting for support from the mountain.
However, the more desperate the third elder was, the calmer Song Rujing became. No matter what methods the third elder used, or if he unleashed all his strength, he could not do anything to Song Rujing. This made the third elder start to feel anxious. He secretly sighed that the Holy Land disciples were indeed well-deserved. In terms of their background and many methods, he really felt inferior to him.
The fat Ninth Elder on the other side faced the cold and charming Lin Banruo. He was a little happy at first to be able to face this beauty up close, but when he saw this woman bursting out with the strength of the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm, he felt a shiver in his heart. .
Although beauty is good, it is a life-threatening experience.
Therefore, the Ninth Elder went crazy and used all his strength to fight against Lin Prajna. Although the blood was continuously released, Lin Prajna's sword skills were too tricky. Every time, he could find the sword energy in the air and almost hurt him.
At the same time, no matter what magic weapon or method he uses, Lin Prajna has only one move from beginning to end, and that is the Hundred Flowers Sword Art. He seems to love using the sword art to the core, and the level of the sword's will is extremely advanced. Therefore, although the Ninth Elder felt the crisis, he was too busy taking care of himself, and looked like he was teetering under Lin Banruo's hands.
The rest of the situation on the field was relatively stable. Song Yuansheng did not intervene as he pleased. He was just on guard, observing the exit of the tunnel leading into the mountain, and at the same time taking a look at the common situation. When he saw Zhao Jiuge fighting one-on-two, Song Yuansheng was a little worried. Worried, he hesitated for a moment and then shouted loudly, "Jiu Ge, do you need my help?"
Zhao Jiuge dodged the attacks of Li Hechao and Liao Envoy with one sword. His face was stern. Although it was a bit difficult to deal with the two of them at the same time, it was not the critical moment yet. At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Rujing and Lin Banruo looking at him. .
Zhao Jiuge quickly shouted, "No, you go help them, we will fight quickly and go down to find out what is going on below. Remember to leave them alive." He suddenly reminded him, who was thoughtful.
Song Yuansheng felt relieved when he saw that Zhao Jiuge was still in the mood to talk in a one-on-one situation, and that there was indeed no danger for the time being. But when he was asked to intervene to help the two women Song Rujing and Lin Banruo in their fight, he stuck out his tongue. He didn't have the courage. He couldn't handle the two women getting angry. Lin Banruo was always so cold. After all, his sister's temper was such that even he had to avoid her.
Compared with the fierce competition and tense atmosphere in the canyon. Behind the door of the stone room at the bottom of the mountain was an eerie silence.
The fifth elder was closing his eyes and concentrating at the door of the stone chamber. Suddenly, the blood-colored jade plaque hanging at night flashed a burst of light, and then the news from the third elder was transmitted. When he saw this scene, the fifth elder The elder's expression was still a little dull, and he didn't understand what happened all of a sudden. When he realized it, his face immediately became serious. Regardless of the fact that there were more than 20 Blood Demon Pavilion disciples in the stone chamber, he quickly pushed open the door of the stone chamber. Door. Regardless of whether the sudden situation was caused by the people from Yaolu Mountain or someone else, he had to go in immediately and report the situation to the Pavilion Master. After all, something had reached its final moment and was at a critical juncture.
"Crunch~"
With a sound, the stone door was opened, and the figure of the fifth elder hurried in. When there was a roar, the stone door was closed again, and the figure of the fifth elder disappeared, and the previous calm was restored. Some disciples outside the stone room looked at this scene in a daze, not knowing what was going on inside.
A few dozen meters away from the stone gate, there were several figures wandering around in the dark cave, looking anxious.
There are only a few bright luminous pearls inlaid in the corners of the entire cave, emitting a faint halo. Although it cannot completely illuminate the rather large cave, it can still add some light.
There is a blood pool tens of meters wide in the middle of the cave. Because there is a lot of rich blood in the blood pool, which is disgusting, it is not clear how high the blood pool is. But looking at the walls around the blood pool, it is obvious that most of the blood in the blood pool has been consumed.
The entire blood pool and the surrounding caves were filled with the smell of blood. At this moment, the shiny blood on the surface of the blood pool floated slightly, exuding a rich aura.
The blood in the entire blood pool contains the essence and blood of various spiritual beasts and some humans or monks, where the essence lies. At the same time, many spiritual medicinal materials were added to it, making the whole blood pool more like a place of great tonic.
Blood pools are generally only built and used by evil cultivators who have practiced some vicious and strange techniques. Each blood pool costs a lot, but the benefits are also very obvious, and it can quickly improve one's own cultivation strength.
The blood pool in front of you is not large in scale, but it is very delicate. The blood in the blood pool can be more refined and mellow. And the most important point is that this blood pool is a little different from ordinary blood pools.