With a grim smile, a surge of blood energy suddenly rushed out of his body. The vigorous blood energy was able to instantly break through the black fog that submerged him. He clasped his hands together and powerful waves emanated from his body.
"That's... Blood Pill!" Feng Qingyang's eyes focused. Although he had never seen a Blood Pill, he had guessed it. Originally, one of his purposes here was to absorb blood energy and condense the Blood Pill.
Blood Pill is a rare kind of elixir that needs to be condensed with human essence and blood, and the more essence and blood, the better. The blood pill that Jun Wei swallowed before was almost the size of a baby's fist. With such a big blood pill, no one knows how many people he has killed.
"Red Devil...die!"
At this moment, the seal in his hands had been completed, his hands were in a strange posture, and there was a grim smile on his face, as if he was very happy at this moment.
"I originally planned to take this blood pill into the secret realm to save my life, but I didn't expect that you would force me to use it here. Forget it, forget it. If I kill you, it will be worth it to get the treasure on your body."
As he spoke, he pushed his palm forward, the wind and clouds suddenly rolled back, and even the endless black fog around him quickly dispersed. A red light flashed where his palm was, and suddenly an incomparably huge palm slapped out.
"Blood Demon Handprint!"
"not good!"
Feng Qingyang was surprised. The palm print made him tremble with fear and his breathing became rapid. Just the feeling made the hairs on his body stand on end. He knew that if he was hit by the palm print, he would be seriously injured if not killed.
"I can't escape!" When the palm print came, he originally wanted to fly away, but he found that he had been locked by the energy of that palm. No matter where he flew, he would be enveloped by the power of the palm.
The Blood Demon's Great Handprint was originally a kind of demonic skill. Once the handprint came out, it would cover the sky and the sun. All the cultivators covered by the handprint would be reduced to ashes. Moreover, as the body exploded, the cultivator's essence would be quickly absorbed by the handprint.
It can be said to be extremely vicious. In order to refine this palm print, one must at least kill countless people, or even countless people. Jun Wei is a genius among the righteous, and Feng Qingyang really can't imagine how he could learn such a skill.
"Red Devil, die in peace! Hahaha..."
Seeing Feng Qingyang's embarrassment, Jun Wei laughed ferociously. His smile seemed even more devilish than the devil's. His black hair turned blood red in an instant, and he looked exactly the same as Feng Qingyang.
"In order to refine this seal, I once secretly went out of the mountains and went to the mortal kingdom. I slaughtered an entire country with my own strength, and refined this top-grade blood pill with their blood and resentment. I originally wanted to obtain treasures in the secret realm, but you forced me to use it..."
"This blood pill can allow me to instantly break through from the middle stage of foundation building to the peak of the late stage of foundation building, infinitely close to the power of half-step golden pill. Even if you are extremely powerful, you will still be killed by me!"
It seemed that he had already determined that Feng Qingyang could not resist, and Jun Wei actually revealed the origin of the blood pill and the blood demon's palm himself. He looked at Feng Qingyang sinisterly, as if he would collapse under the palm print in the next second.
"Asshole!"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang was furious to the extreme. He could never have imagined that this blood pill came from this way. In the mortal world, he destroyed an entire country by himself.
How much blood was that? How many people were that? As soon as he thought about it, he saw a group of mortals dying, with their resentment, unwillingness, and anger.
"Is this all that a genius from a righteous sect can do?" Feng Qingyang roared fiercely. He was covered in ferocious armor, with his red hair flying. Looking at the ferocious Jun Wei, huge waves were already rising in his heart.
"Divine Fist—Ao Jiutian!" The palm print came slowly, Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth, and the aura on his body suddenly changed. An extremely violent aura rose up. It was unyielding, but at this moment, it was mixed with endless anger.
He clenched his fist and suddenly rushed towards the palm print with a loud bang.
Boom…
The earth trembled. His punch seemed to have created a new world. There seemed to be countless roars of dead mortals around him, and their resentment gathered on Feng Qingyang's fist.
It seemed that he wanted to blow up the palm print in front of him with this punch, and then kill Jun Wei who slaughtered them on the spot.
"break!"
Boom…
There was a roar in his ears, and Feng Qingyang felt that he had hit an extremely hard iron plate. His clenched fist even made a crisp sound, and it was the "copper skin and iron bones" that covered it that cracked.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely violent and bloodthirsty aura hit him in the face, and his heart trembled. Just this aura alone had already injured him.
Feng Qingyang groaned, his body swayed slightly, but he swung his fist again. He knew that if he was even slightly weaker, he would die in the blood demon's handprint.
"Hahaha... Stop resisting in vain. This Blood Demon Handprint is a technique I cultivated by slaughtering an entire country. It contains the blood and essence of an entire country. Do you think you can resist it?"
Seeing that he was still punching forward under the explosion of the palm print, Jun Wei couldn't help but laugh. He felt that he was extremely ridiculous now, as if the sky was falling and an ant raised its two antennae to try to lift it up.
"Ridiculous... It's really ridiculous. If I had known that I would use the Blood Demon Handprint today, I shouldn't have tolerated your cowardice."
Jun Wei laughed wildly again, and a ferocious look appeared on his face. At this moment, he remembered the humiliation he suffered at the hands of Feng Qingyang that day, and suddenly, a burst of anger broke out again.
Black fog was rolling around them, but a vacuum zone appeared in front of the two of them. The vacuum area was several dozen meters in radius. At this moment, they had no idea where they were being taken by the black fog.
Looking around, there was no sign of anyone, only a sense of danger coming from the endless black fog.
Feng Qingyang was in high spirits. He burst out with all his strength at the palm print and threw countless punches in succession. Finally, he broke it into pieces when he was about to run out of strength.
He was on the verge of collapse, and the flames on his body suddenly went out. It turned out that the effect of the magic-level fire spell had disappeared. As the flames disappeared, the black fog above his head suddenly emitted bursts of roars, as if something was about to emerge from it.
His face was pale, but his eyes revealed anger and indifference. Although he was seriously injured by the Blood Demon's handprint, he did not die.
Not dead! That's hope!
"He ate the blood pill. Although he can only be invincible for a short period of time, as long as he can last for a while, he will definitely fall into a weak period. At that time, we will definitely be able to kill him on the spot!"
At Xiang Ming's place, he waved his hand and immediately used another fire talisman. Then his body flashed and he flew towards the black fog behind him.
Seeing that he was trying to escape, Jun Wei's pupils shrank, and he thought to himself that this man was truly amazing. He was not only not killed by his peak-level palm strike, but was also able to use magic to escape.
"Die, Red Devil!"