100,000 Years of Body Refining

Qin Feng is still on the Scarlet Avenue, his body is full of radiance, blood is lingering, holding the Divine Sword in his hand, cutting out a series of extremely powerful sword intent.

With the sword in hand, it seems to fit in, and the invincible sword intent moves forward on the blood path.

"Boom."

The terrifying blood pressure continued to oppress, and it was getting stronger and stronger, to submerge the sword intent of God Slash, destroy Qin Feng's body, and make Qin Feng's steps slower and slower, appearing extremely heavy, and every step is very difficult.

The vast and majestic Taoism in his body roared, evoking the resonance of the Taoism in the blood bones, blooming terrible blood, superimposing the sword of the gods, cutting away the pressure of the blood, and moving forward.

Qin Feng had already urged his power to the extreme, and only the power of the pupil ancestor had not exploded. He thought that this road was extremely difficult to walk, and he was ready to do everything he could.

But suddenly, it was the extremely strong blood pressure, and under the eruption of his boundless Dao, he actually retreated like a tide, as if taking the initiative to evade.

Qin Feng was puzzled, but he didn't slow down at his feet, but accelerated his speed and took advantage of the situation to penetrate through.

Soon, he came to the end of Scarlet Avenue, standing in front of a vast and endless **** storm, his brows wrinkled slightly, and he was quite puzzled.

The blood pressure just now disappeared suddenly, what is going on?

He could feel the pressure of blood on that path, which changes according to the intensity of his power. The stronger he is, the stronger the pressure of blood. There is nowhere to escape, no shortcuts, as if it is about to be blocked.

This should be a test before stepping into the origin of blood, a non-absolute evildoer, and even the qualifications to step into the origin of blood.

But why did it suddenly disappear again, as if consciously.

"Om."

Just as Qin Feng condensed his eyebrows, a sacred and solemn blood came out from the **** storm in front of him, still faintly carrying a solemn and ancient aura, like some kind of the most ancient power.

Qin Feng clearly felt that his blood intent was rolling, and the Dao intent in his body and the blood in his bones were all touched, as if he was about to return to the **** storm in front of him.

He had the illusion that he was like a sharp sword, and the **** storm in front of him was a scabbard. Although the scabbard was out of its sheath, it would eventually return.

"This feeling…"

Qin Feng returned to his senses, his expression trembled visibly, slightly solemn, he was almost certain that this place was definitely related to the master, and even this solemn and ancient blood spirit was very likely to be left by the blood god.

Even if he is not a blood god, he must be a blood clan.

"Cultivation and enlightenment first, try to communicate with the blood god." Qin Feng put aside his distracting thoughts, and prepared to practice enlightenment. Since the origin of blood, it seems that he is really conscious, regardless of whether it is the blood god, he has to try. Try to communicate.

Even if it fails, I hope that the Blood God Jue can go further.

"Um?"

But when he stepped into the **** storm and was preparing to practice, he suddenly saw a figure in the thick blood.

Judging from the blood pressure on the Scarlet Avenue, this generation of Blood God Palace disciples would be difficult to break through, and it might be difficult for Hua Chenfeng to do so.

Unexpectedly, there were still people practicing here, but the Palace Master of the Blood God didn't tell him this.

Could it be the top of the Blood God Palace?

The figure was sitting in the **** storm, as if blending with it. He was dressed in a simple, even simple, sitting there quietly, without any **** breath released from his whole body, so that Qin Feng hadn't noticed it before. To his existence.

And he seemed to be unaware of Qin Feng's arrival, and he sat quietly cross-legged from beginning to end, as if he was the only person in the entire world, and the others were foreign objects.

"This artistic conception..."

Qin Feng looked at that figure, as if feeling the loneliness of the other party in a daze. The world was disturbed, everything was beautiful, but he was left alone, and everything had nothing to do with it.

What kind of spiritual conception is this?

He didn't even have the heart to disturb, as if making a little movement would break this kind of artistic conception and break a kind of beauty.

Qin Feng didn't bother the opponent, and the sword opponent didn't react, so he sat down quietly and prepared to practice.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, a arrogant voice sounded. It was the crossed blood that opened his mouth. His voice has a lonely mood, but it is difficult to hide pride, and it has a strong penetrating power. It seems to be directly printed on In the human mind.

"Qin Feng." Qin Feng said truthfully.

"There is no one like you in the Blood God Palace, you are not a disciple of the Blood God Palace?" Xue Xiu continued. Although he was talking, his eyes were still closed and he didn't look up at Qin Feng.

"I'm from Blood Sword Mountain, and this trip is approved by the Lord of the Blood God Palace." Qin Feng responded.

That Xue Xiu stopped responding, it seemed that Qin Feng's last words made him dispel all his worries.

Since the Palace Master of the Blood God was affirmed, he didn't say anything, as long as it didn't disturb his cultivation. As for why the people from the Blood Sword Mountain could come here, the life or death of this person has nothing to do with him.

Seeing that the other party no longer responded, Qin Feng stopped speaking and began to practice.

His blood intent is extremely consistent with the intent in the origin of blood, and it can even be said to be from the same origin, but his blood intent is obviously weaker and is drawn by the intent of blood in the origin of blood.

The thick blood came out, infiltrating into the **** storm like a sword sheathed, like a rainy sea, disappearing without a trace, even Qin Feng himself could not perceive it.

But Qin Feng had a different feeling, as if the blood in the origin of blood was his blood, and he was one with him.

This feeling is very weak, but as his blood will continue to overflow, more and more blood will invade after the Scarlet Storm, that feeling will become stronger and stronger.

"Om."

I don't know how long Qin Feng's blood will hum, and the blood soldier responds. This time it is no longer just a blood soldier, but a blood soldier keeps appearing. In a moment, several blood soldiers appeared.

Those blood soldiers separated on both sides, as if welcoming something.

"Blood Soldier, Blood God Art!"

The lonely cultivating Xue Xiu felt this wave of fluctuations, and finally opened his eyes and looked at Qin Feng with a little surprise.

No wonder it was able to get the approval of the palace lord, which turned out to be the realization of the Blood God Secret Art.

And judging from these blood soldiers, I'm afraid that the comprehension of the Blood God Jue is no weaker than him.

Immediately, thick blood gradually appeared in his eyes. It was a war intent. He stood up and looked at Qin Feng said:

"My name is Chen Yi."

While speaking, Chen Yi released an extremely terrifying blood, causing the **** storm to become more restless in an instant, boiling and roaring.

At the same time, there was also an extremely terrifying blood, heading towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was concentrating on his cultivation. Hearing what Chen Yi said, he felt the blood coming, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

He could feel that Chen Yi in front of him was very tough. His realm didn't seem to be the peak, or even the eight-fold peak, but the blood pressure was extremely strong. Even if the gods of Brilliance Wind joined forces, they were not as good as Chen Yiqi. His oppression is stronger.

I'm afraid that Chen Yi and Hua Chenfeng are not at the same level at all, and they can be called the strongest disciples.

It seems that there are still some characters in the Blood Palace.

But, what do you do to bother him to practice?

"It's rare to meet someone who can comprehend the bleeding divine tactics. Since they come here to practice, two people are better than one to comprehend the Tao. I want to try your blood."

Chen Yi opened his mouth, and his eyes became more wary.

His voice seemed to contain the meaning of the supreme Dao, and the entire Scarlet Storm rolled to the extreme, condensing more than a dozen blood soldiers, holding a blood gun, and pointed directly at Qin Feng.

This caused Qin Feng's eyes to narrow slightly.