Stone cave at the bottom of the mountain.
The blood pool was constantly emitting a light mist, and the smell of blood was constantly spreading in this small space.
The spiritual light on the surface of the five stone platforms in the blood pool exudes a faint light, flickering on and off, and the rich spiritual energy can be clearly felt.
After such a period of time, a lot of blood in the blood pool was consumed, with less than a quarter remaining. When the auras of several elders of the Blood Demon Pavilion disappeared one after another, Wang Changrui, the master of the Blood Demon Pavilion, seemed to feel When something happened, although the body sitting cross-legged did not move, the eyebrows above the closed eyes became more deeply furrowed.
Although he didn't know what was happening outside, since several elders died one after another, it was definitely not a good thing. Although Wang Changrui looked a little impatient, there was nothing he could do. This secret technique was about to reach its final moment. Success or failure depended on this one move. He could not Give up at this critical moment.
As for the death of several elders under his subordinates, it doesn't matter. He is worried about major events that will affect him. As long as he can successfully break through to the realm of transformation, he will not worry about attracting a new group of subordinates. At that time, he will return to the Southern Barbarian Forest. You can control the wind and rain again. Thinking of this, Wang Changrui kept urging the secret method, speeding up and absorbing the essence and spiritual energy in the blood pool.
In the canyon.
Song Yuansheng and others then used the same method to make the Eighth Elder repeat the same mistake and die. After a moment, the two most critical formation holes were broken.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of violent blood spurted out from the Great Elder's mouth, because he was the main person in control of the Blood River Trapped Spirit Formation. Now that the formation was damaged, he was directly affected by the backlash, and he also suffered a lot of damage. s damage.
There was a slight roar, and the blood mist that enveloped the four people slowly became thinner and dispersed to a certain extent, and the entire line of sight became clear again. Without the two Nascent Soul Realm monks, the entire Blood River Trap Spirit Formation could no longer support most of its power.
When the surrounding sights came back to his eyes, the great elder stared at the four people angrily and fiercely. Part of the blood and semen that had just been sprayed out was stained under the white beard on his chin. After a while, it condensed into a few drops of blood hanging on it.
"Go to hell." Song Rujing looked at the elder with disgust and said. The elder opened his lips slightly and wanted to say something, but Song Rujing didn't give him the chance at all.
A roll of violent spiritual power whizzed past, and the surrounding spiritual power was exuding a fiery aura. It was obvious that Song Rujing's spiritual power had also been tempered in the first place, and had some attributes from the spiritual veins attached to it.
Facing the great elder whose body had suffered backlash and whose meridians had been damaged to a certain extent, Song Rujing directly chose to use force and pressure to crush him openly!
"Let's do it together!" The great elder's eyes were full of fear, but his current physical condition was not at its peak. Although he still had the strength to fight, he didn't want to end up like the other elders, and he had already thought about it in his heart. He wanted to retreat, so he quickly called out to the ten or twenty disciples of the Blood Demon Pavilion next to him. Because of the urgency, his voice became sharp. He thought that no matter what, these dozens of Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples were enough to delay the attack for a while.
After shouting these words, the great elder did not sit idle, but endured the discomfort in his body, the pain of pulling his meridians, and tried his best to release bursts of cold and bloody red spiritual power.
When the two met, Song Rujing's violent spiritual power burned away the red spiritual power in an instant, but at this time, the combined attacks of more than 20 Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples had also arrived. Although the two Nascent Soul Jing monks were lost, some methods of combining formations could still be used. When the great elder saw this scene, he turned around and ran away without any explanation, without caring about the life or death of those disciples.
A ball of spiritual light burst out, blocking Song Rujing's remaining violent spiritual power. Seeing this scene, Song Yuansheng snorted coldly. He held the 'Eight-sided Evil Mirror' in his hand and turned it around. The white spiritual light emitted from the mirror directly shot at the disciples of the Blood Evil Pavilion, including the great elder. And go.
At the same time, he muttered something in his mouth, pinched it with the fingers of both hands, and then raised the two thumbs in the middle of his right hand. After letting out a loud drink, the red wooden sword suspended around him whizzed away with a violent edge, and the sword tip Pointing directly at the great elder's back.
The layer of white light emitted from the 'Eight-sided Demonic Mirror' was like a wave of electric light, rippling layer by layer and sweeping directly towards the twenty disciples of the Blood Demon Pavilion.
The white light comes with the Taoist Heavenly Thunder, which is designed to defeat Yin evil. It just restrains the skills of these Blood Demon Pavilion disciples. In an instant, these Blood Demon Pavilion disciples can break through with the help of the Blood River Entrapment Spirit Array.
The great elder, who was running away in panic, could already feel the feeling of pins and needles in his back. He had already felt a tingling sensation. He wanted to resist and resist, but he was unable to do so. He turned around to resist and was entangled again. The time was bound to be very dangerous and he would not be able to run away even if he wanted to. With this thought in mind, the Great Elder gritted his teeth and tried his best to release his body-protecting spiritual light, intending to withstand the blow. Take advantage of the situation and run away.
The red wooden sword roared directly through the air with a sharp momentum, and in the blink of an eye it directly penetrated the blood-colored body-protecting spiritual light released by the great elder. A layer of spiritual light was penetrated instantly, and it was shattered and spread with cracks.
Immediately afterwards, the red wooden sword penetrated the abdomen directly from the back to the front, directly penetrating the entire Zi Mansion in the abdomen. The expression of the great elder still remained at the scene where the protective aura was shattered. His mouth was open wide, his face was frightened, and his glasses were rounded.
"Plop..."
There was a muffled sound, and some dust and soil on the ground rose up, covering the body of the great elder who fell on the ground. The great elder of the Blood Demon Pavilion died like this. Even the Nascent Soul could not escape from the dead head. The head of the Nascent Soul was penetrated directly, and there was no breath of life exuding from his body.
After the red wooden sword penetrated the great elder's body, it flew back and fell into Song Yuansheng's hands again.
Song Yuansheng looked at the body that was knocked down and lying on the ground in the distance, his eyes were calm, and he didn't feel any joy at killing the great elder.
Song Yuansheng had already anticipated this result. The skills of these Blood Demon Pavilion disciples were more feminine, and they were restrained by him. This natal flying sword made of red wood seemed inconspicuous, but it was indeed made of the rare Shenxin wood. Made by.
Nowadays, the sacred heart wood is basically invisible now. According to legend, in ancient times, the sacred heart wood was the wood taken from the tree where the phoenix stayed when it was building its nest. Originally the material was masculine and full of flames, so it was not too unjust for the great elder to die under his own flying sword, 'God's Heart'.
As soon as the Blood River Trap Spirit Formation was broken, more than 20 disciples of the Blood Demon Pavilion were completely exposed to the air, and three elders of the Nascent Soul Realm were lost. It was of no use. Facing such powerful Holy Land disciples as Zhao Jiuge and four others, all resistance was in vain. They were like a group of lambs waiting to be killed. What's more, even though these Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples were in the Spiritual Pill realm, the condensed It is difficult to even reach the fifth or sixth level of elixir, only the third or fourth level at most.
How could the disciples of the Blood Fiend Pavilion not be shocked when they saw the three elders dying tragically on the ground? Seeing this scene, some people's minds suddenly became excited, and they were afraid of death and immediately chose to run away. Some of them didn't know it yet. Inside, continue to attack, and the rest is a matter of watching the situation in the waiting room.
Seeing someone trying to run away, Lin Prajna's expression turned cold and he was about to take action. In the past, it was almost all the two brothers and sisters of the Song family who took action, and they defeated most of their opponents with lightning speed. Lin Banruo is a proud person at heart. She is also regarded as the proud daughter of heaven in Baihua Valley. This time when she comes here, her glory has been outshone by the two brothers and sisters of the Song family. At this moment, she wants to show off her hand, regardless of the fact that her body is not Very abundant spiritual energy.
"Just let me come and play with formations in front of my aunt."
Song Rujing gave a sweet shout, and her voice immediately stopped the spiritual power running in Lin Banruo's body. She looked at Song Rujing in astonishment.
I saw Song Rujing put the green Ruyi in her hand, with a serious look in her eyes, and waved her small white hands. Each wave brought with it fluctuations of spiritual power, and the speed and frequency were so fast that those who watched were dazzled.
After a few breaths, as Song Rujing drank softly, she saw a strange wave of spiritual power immediately appearing in the space around the more than 20 Blood Demon Pavilion disciples just now. Judging from the entwining appearance of the spiritual light, it was clearly a Spirit formation!
In just a few breaths, Song Rujing arranged a spiritual formation. This was much better than that sissy Zhou Hongyong. This talent was astounding. Even Lin Banruo was a little surprised. He had to admire this girl's ability in the spiritual formation. talent.
The rumbling sound started as soon as the aura-filled spiritual formation was set up, and then they saw the more than twenty disciples of the Blood Fiend Pavilion, whether they were stubbornly resisting or those who had no time to react, As well as those who were preparing to struggle and escape, all died without exception, and their bodies were instantly scattered on the ground, without any breath.
After a brief moment, all the people in the Blood Fiend Pavilion were killed in a clean and neat move. Zhao Jiuge was stunned and couldn't help but gasped. It turned out that this seemingly harmless girl was actually so terrifyingly powerful, which made people speechless. . At the same time, Zhao Jiuge felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. Facing the other disciples of the Holy Land, the gap between himself and himself was not that big. Both in terms of background and cultivation, they were all too far apart. After a brief moment of shock, Zhao Jiuge's expression became a little complicated. At this point in his trip, he looked like a laggard and was of no use at all. This made Zhao Jiuge feel a little uncomfortable. Remembering that he would have to go down to the bottom of the mountain later to meet the master of the Blood Fiend Pavilion, Zhao Jiuge's expression changed, as if he had decided something.
With the death of the Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples, the canyon that had been flickering with spiritual light and roaring completely returned to calm, and night enveloped the land again.
But apart from the corpses covering the ground, the only thing left was the clear chirping of insects in the canyon, as if telling that nothing happened before.
Four of you, look at me and I look at you. It was Song Yuansheng who spoke first, "Go down now?"
Except for Song Yuansheng, the auras of the four people did not change much. The other three were more or less weak to a certain extent. This was due to the excessive consumption of spiritual power previously.
Although Song Yuansheng spoke to everyone, his eyes were looking at Lin Banruo. After seeing Lin Banruo nodding lightly, Song Yuansheng shouted softly, "Let's go!"
So, a group of four people entered the tunnel leading to the bottom of the mountain. As the four people went deeper into the canyon, there was no other sound except the slight crisp sound of dry wood in the campfire.