Supreme Medicinal God

Chapter 1875: Half man, half beast

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He can reach the earthly immortal realm, but he is not an earthly immortal. So what could the Blood Sword Ancestor be

The alert Ye Feng secretly used his divine eyes to take a look at the Blood Sword Ancestor. He was shocked when he saw him.

His intuition was right, that trace of blood was too evil.

In the dantian of the Blood Sword Ancestor, there was neither the inner elixir cultivated by ancient warriors nor the immortal soul of an immortal, but instead there was a bloody demon elixir.

Half of the demon pill was made of human inner pill, and the other half was oozing with blood, like a skinned, bloody rat.

On the one hand, I was secretly shocked, but on the other hand, I felt relieved.

The reason why the Blood Sword Ancestor has such powerful blood energy without going through the tribulation is because he has already entered the path of evil.

His strength surpassed that of ancient warriors and reached the Earthly Immortal Realm. To be more precise, he reached the strength of a seventh-level demon king.

A blood-red lightsaber gradually took shape above his head, like a flood about to burst its dam and pour down.

He who strikes first is the strongest; he who strikes last will suffer.

The lightsaber in Ye Feng's hand burst into dazzling light, and the divine power stimulated by the blood in his body poured into it.

A rage that looks down upon the world, war.

The murderous intent that frightens ghosts and gods, war.

The secret technique of the ancient gods made Ye Feng's divine power surge dozens of times in an instant.

The lightsaber, which was about a foot long, instantly turned into a heavy sword that was five fingers wide and ten feet long, and slashed down fiercely.

There are no complicated moves, nor gorgeous appearance, only a giant sword that shines brightly and has surging power.

The Blood Sword Patriarch had a somewhat smug smile frozen on his face. This was a kind of power that he had never encountered before. This power was enough to create the world and destroy everything.

He shouted angrily, and the blood sword above his head rushed forward to fight.

Rumble! After the two powerful forces collided, it was like a meteor hitting the earth. Blood, air, and dust were shaken up into the sky, forming a mushroom cloud like a nuclear explosion.

An overwhelming shock wave spread out in the surroundings.

The onlookers had to use all their strength to resist the shock wave that came after the collision.

A purple sword suddenly appeared in Dongfang Yue's hand. He held the sword tightly with both hands, and the muscles on his face were deformed in exhaustion.

The purple sword emitted a faint purple light, like a precarious candle flame in a strong wind, almost being blown out.

Dongfang Zhongshu and Dongfang Zhongyu held their father's shoulders tightly with their hands, and the three of them became one, barely avoiding being knocked down by the violent shock wave.

The thin butler hid behind a big tree. In front of him, five big trees were uprooted and tangled together like fallen building blocks, piled in front of the big tree where the thin butler was hiding. The big tree where he was hiding seemed to be blessed by the gods and survived the overwhelming shock wave.

The Wolf Sword Patriarch looked extremely embarrassed. The wolf-head sword in his hand emitted a gray light, blocking the surging shock wave, but countless overturned rocks and fallen trees buried him.

Half of his body was buried in the mud, his face was covered in dust, and his Taoist robe was covered in mud.

Several disciples of the Nanhai Sword Sect, who were the disciples who came later with the Blood Sword Patriarch, had been following behind the Blood Sword Patriarch and watching. At this time, they were hit head-on by the shock wave.

They fell to the ground dying. Not only was their bodies covered in blood, but their internal organs were also displaced and they were spitting out blood. They were no longer able to survive.

The Blood Sword Ancestor was still standing opposite Ye Feng, holding the blood-red sword tightly in his hand. Ye Feng was looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Yes, no wonder you have the strength of an earthly immortal. It turns out that you have already entered the demon path. I was almost deceived by you."

There was a look of horror in the eyes of the Blood Sword Ancestor. He had cultivated half a demon pill and thought he could hide it from the world without anyone knowing, but Ye Feng revealed it in one sentence.

The hand holding the sword kept shaking. Although he tried his best to steady his hand, it was out of control. He unexpectedly discovered that the demon pill in his body could not produce any blood, as if it no longer existed.

He became horrified. What happened to my demon pill? Why can’t I feel anything

Ye Feng said in amazement, "No wonder you are so close to the Black and White Impermanence of Taiyi Sect. They must have provided you with a large number of beast cores for your cultivation. Black Impermanence's cultivation path is the same as yours, but his core was destroyed by me before it was formed, unlike yours which has already been formed. You have completely become half-human, half-beast monsters."

Hei Wuchang once practiced the strongest level of beast transformation technique, transforming himself into a ferocious beast, but he did not refine a demon pill, he just transformed into a ferocious beast.

If Hei Wuchang is allowed to develop further, he will become like the Blood Sword Ancestor, refining the demon pill of a ferocious beast, becoming a half-human, half-ferocious beast monster, and even finally becoming a complete ferocious beast.

When Ye Feng mentioned you, he deliberately glanced at the Wolf Sword Master. The Wolf Sword Master's hand holding the wolf-head long sword shook twice involuntarily, revealing a look of guilt and fear.

This practice of cultivating with demon elixir, or even cultivating half of one's inner elixir into a demon elixir, is heretical.

Just like practicing the Blood Demonic Art, one has embarked on an evil path and turned into a monster. He is despised by all ancient martial artists in the world and will be attacked by everyone.

Ye Feng didn't need the Divine Eyes to feel that the Wolf Sword Patriarch and the Blood Sword Patriarch had both refined half of the demon pill and became half-human, half-ferocious beast monsters. Otherwise, with their strength in the Earthly Immortal Realm, they should have transcended the tribulation and ascended to become Earthly Immortals long ago.

However, they became half-human, half-beast monsters and fell into the evil way. They could not survive the catastrophe and ascend to heaven, could not become immortals, and were abandoned by the immortal spirits.

The strong wind blew, making people feel cold all over. The blood sword in the Blood Sword Ancestor's hand turned into dust and scattered all over the ground. His face showed pain.

He suddenly vomited violently, blood spurting out of his mouth, and he spat out a blood clot the size of a palm. The blood clot was crystal clear and shiny. It was the magic pill he had cultivated after a hundred years of practice.

After spitting out the demon pill, he fell to his knees in a pool of blood with a thud, trembling all over. His expression was one of extreme pain, remorse, and fear.

He opened his bloody mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He stretched out his bloody hand and asked Wolf Sword Master for help.

However, there was the same look of fear in Wolf Sword Patriarch's eyes. Not only did he not move forward, but he retreated instead.

The Wolf Sword Patriarch was as terrified as the Blood Sword Patriarch. He stared at Ye Feng strangely and slowly backed away. He saw his own shadow in the Blood Sword Patriarch.

The Blood Sword Patriarch's hands dropped weakly, with despair in his eyes. He knew that he had been abandoned. He glanced at the bodies of several disciples nearby, his eyes full of remorse.

If I had known this would happen, I would have continued to remain in seclusion and not gotten involved in any disputes. It’s a pity that after more than a hundred years of practice, all my efforts have been wasted.

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