In the dark palace, the Lord of Death took matters into his own hands to refine the essence and blood of the ferocious beast of the martial saint level.
Ye Tian watched carefully from the side. The more powerful the person, the redder their blood is, except for those with special physiques.
The blood of people at the level of martial saints is even more shining red. A drop of blood is like a bloody sun, emitting blazing light.
And when the Martial Saint is promoted to the Martial God realm, the blood will turn into gold, which is divine blood.
However, only the essence blood of the God of War is golden, and the rest of the blood is only red with gold. You can't tell it without looking carefully.
Ye Tian discovered that the blood of this ferocious beast of the martial saint level was very red, and the red was eerie, especially after it was refined into blood essence by the Lord of Death, the drops of blood were like bloody pearls, shining brightly.
"boom!"
The Lord of Death waved his hand and took out a huge bronze tripod. The light shone and was extraordinary, exuding a powerful and ancient aura.
Drops of blood shining with blazing light were put into the bronze cauldron by Lord Death. Suddenly, the bronze cauldron was like a large volcano, erupting into the sky with bloody light.
Ye Tian secretly clicked his tongue when he saw it. The essence and blood of this strong warrior in the realm of martial saints was indeed extraordinary. If Lord Death hadn't refined it, with him alone, even if he got the corpse of a strong martial saint, he would have been helpless.
Soon after, there was more and more blood essence in the bronze cauldron. The strong blood energy surged like a red cloud, lighting up the surrounding void.
"Boy, there is half of the essence and blood here, which should be enough for you to become a seventh-level nine-turn combat body. I will seal the remaining half of the essence and blood for you. You may use it in the future." Lord Death said. , took out a bronze tripod again.
Ye Tian quickly thanked him, and then took out other heavenly materials and earthly treasures that had been prepared from the small world and put them into the bronze cauldron together.
He has already collected all the treasures of heaven and earth for cultivating the seventh-level nine-level combat body in the five major temples, and he only needs the blood essence and blood of a strong warrior at the martial saint level.
Now it all comes together.
Ye Tian looked at the bronze tripod in front of him, his face full of excitement. As long as he reaches the seventh level of the nine-turn combat body, his physical body will surpass the limit and reach the strength of the physical body of a strong warrior at the martial saint level.
With such a physical body, Ye Tian rarely encounters opponents in the realm of Emperor Martial and Lord Martial.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a sense of despair came from a distance. Like a surging torrent, it swept through the entire dark palace, and the heaven and earth were shaking.
Lord Death stopped refining, narrowed his eyes, and said solemnly: "Hurry up and cultivate the nine-turn combat body, that one is about to be born."
Which one
Ye Tian was confused, but at this time, he couldn't care so much, so he jumped directly into the bronze cauldron and began to practice the seventh-level nine-turn combat body.
A trace of golden light bloomed from Ye Tian's body, and his entire body turned golden.
Upon seeing this, Lord Death also accelerated the refining of the beast's essence and blood, but there was a trace of sadness between his brows.
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On the other side of the abyss of despair, in the endless darkness, a black magic knife was stuck on a huge stone egg, exuding an increasingly surging sense of despair.
This magic knife is stained with rust. I don’t know how many years it has been placed here. The blade is rough...
However, at this time, traces of black brilliance gradually emerged from the magic sword's blade, and pieces of rust began to fall off. A powerful sense of despair, like a tide, surged and rolled back into the sky.
The huge stone egg below slowly began to vibrate, and huge cracks spread out along the magic knife.
Around it, there is a huge formation that swallows up the mysterious power in the abyss of despair, forming a huge black vortex.
"In this world, the only sword that can match me is you!"
Suddenly, a purple figure appeared here, exuding a sky-high domineering aura.
Needless to say, this is the purple-haired young man.
His eyes were filled with brilliance, staring at the Demonic Knife of Despair on the stone egg, his eyes full of confidence.
"Suck it, suck it. When you have absorbed enough power from the abyss of despair, I will take you out to explore the world." The purple-haired young man said coldly. He just sat cross-legged in the void, feeling that terrifying despair. I can't get close to his body at all.
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Magic gate.
In a huge palace, nine deputy masters of the Demon Sect gathered together, each with extremely solemn eyes.
"Everyone!"
One of the deputy sect masters with the oldest face, the Demon Sect, glanced at everyone present and said in a deep voice: "I have called you here this time because of the matter of the Demon's Son."
"Did the Son of Demon appear?"
"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would be able to master the Devouring Body again!"
"It's just a fake Devouring Body. If it were a real Devouring Body, even Martial Saints like us would have no choice but to surrender."
"After being sealed for so many years, the Demon Ancestor has never made any move. Why did he suddenly create a devouring body this time?"
…
All the deputy sect masters of the Demon Sect were talking about it, their faces full of surprise.
"Everyone, let's discuss how we should treat this son of the devil, whether to kill him, respect him, or pretend not to know." The former deputy master of the Demon Sect said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the other deputy sect leaders couldn't help but look at each other and fell into silence.
After a while, a deputy sect leader shook his head and said: "Since the Son of Demon has come to the Demonic Forbidden Land and is avoiding us, he is obviously afraid of us. I suggest that we just pretend not to know."
"Hmph, if we wait until he is promoted to the realm of Martial Saint, won't we have to bow down and surrender?" Another deputy sect leader snorted coldly.
"Kill, as martial saints, how can we surrender to a little brat?" Another deputy sect leader said with a murderous look on his face.
"If you kill him, you will offend the Demon Ancestor. I don't agree with this." A deputy sect leader shook his head.
"The Demon Ancestor has been sealed for so many years. Who knows when the seal will be broken, so what do we have to fear?" A deputy sect leader said coldly.
"You can't kill. As long as the Demon Ancestor doesn't die, we will be in constant fear..."
When the old-faced deputy master of the Demon Sect saw this, he frowned and said in a deep voice: "Since you all have different opinions, let's just vote. The minority obeys the majority, okay?"
"agree!"
"agree!"
"This is how it should be..."
In this way, the nine deputy sect leaders each wrote a word and placed it on the table in front of them.
The old-faced deputy master of the Demon Sect conducted a unified inspection and finally came to this result.
Five deputy sect leaders suggested killing the Son of Demon to avoid future troubles, three deputy sect leaders suggested pretending not to know the existence of Son of Demon, and one suggested respecting the Son of Demon.
For such a result, the deputy sect leaders had obviously expected it and were not surprised at all.
After all, more than half of the nine deputy sect leaders present would later become Martial Saints. For these young Martial Saints, the Demon Ancestor was already a legendary existence, so naturally they would not be too afraid of the Demon Ancestor.
Several deputy sect leaders who are about to reach the end of their lifespan and have lived a long time feel that their life span is not long. Although they are a little afraid of the Demon Ancestor, they are not willing to honor a junior as the master of the Demon Sect.
On the contrary, the proposal of the only one to respect the Son of Demon made the other eight deputy sect masters look at each other with surprise on their faces.
"I wonder which Taoist friend this suggestion came from?" Someone asked with curiosity. You know how noble they are as martial saints, why would they be willing to respect a junior
It's a pity that no one answered, because this was a secret vote, and no one knew who cast the vote.
"Since the result is like this, then..." The deputy sect leader with the oldest face said at this time: "Lao Ba and Lao Ninth, it is up to you two to kill the son of the devil!"
After that, he pointed to the two deputy sect masters sitting at the bottom.
Everyone was stunned for a while.
"Elder brother, although the Son of Demon possesses the Devouring Body, he has not reached the realm of a Martial Saint after all. Is there still a need to dispatch two Martial Saints?" A deputy sect leader asked doubtfully.
"When a lion fights a rabbit, he has to do his best. What's more, the opponent is the son of the devil. Be careful and sail the ship for ten thousand years." The deputy sect leader with the oldest face snorted coldly.
Everyone was speechless after hearing this, and the two deputy sect masters sitting at the bottom stood up and teleported away.
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Next to the altar in the Demonic Forbidden Land, the golden formation spirit looks like an eternal existence, overlooking the vast land.
At this time, a bloody rainbow flew from a distance and flew directly to the altar.
The golden formation spirit glanced at the bloody rainbow and frowned, but did not take action and allowed the rainbow to fall in front of the altar.
"Ye Tian, do you think that you are the only one who knows that you possess the Devouring Body? Huh, this time, let me see how you can escape the pursuit of the demon sect saints!"
Xihuang's brother looked in the direction of the Demonic Forbidden Area, with a sneer on his cold face.
Then, he transformed into a ray of light and disappeared on the altar.
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At the same time, in the dark palace in the Abyss of Despair, a blazing golden light burst out from a bronze tripod, dyeing the entire sky golden.
"The ninth-level combat body at the seventh level is probably the limit that a nine-level combat body can cultivate. In today's China mainland, there is probably no one who has cultivated into the eighth-level nine-level combat body!" Lord Death looked at him. The bronze tripod in front of him was full of sighs.
Their cult also has a collection of the Nine-Transformation Battle Body technique, and it is a complete version.
Since ancient times, although it is difficult to successfully cultivate the seventh-level nine-turn combat body, it is not impossible. At least those geniuses from the divine land can easily cultivate into the seventh-level nine-turn combat body.
However, it is almost impossible to successfully cultivate the ninth-level combat body at the eighth level, because to cultivate the ninth-level combat body at the eighth level, you need the essence and blood of the Martial God. Although the essence and blood required is not much, it is a Martial God after all. of blood.
In today's Shenzhou Continent, there is not even a Martial God anymore, how can it be possible to obtain the essence and blood of the Martial God.
The Demon Ancestor is still alive, but unfortunately his body has been destroyed, his godhood and fighting spirit have been sealed, and there is no blood at all, so where can the blood essence come from.
As for the nine-turn combat body on the ninth level, it requires the essence and blood of the Heavenly Lord... This is simply a magical skill that cannot be practiced.
Therefore, Lord Death felt that Ye Tian's ability to cultivate this nine-turn combat body to the seventh level was already the limit.
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