God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 3713 Fighting with the Blood God

"roll!"

The blood god is extremely violent.

The coercion that was higher than the last wave swept Yinyang Mountain wildly.

"puff--"

On Yinyang Mountain, the nine-star fighters who had been beaten to the point of foaming at the mouth by Lei Jie were all knocked out, but relieved.

Yue Qingcheng also looked slightly pale.

Xiaozhenling raised his hand, and the gossip yin and yang formation suddenly radiated light again.

This time, a major change has taken place.

In the clear light, two black and white fish balls appeared in the gossip yin and yang array, biting each other head to tail.

One after another mysterious breath, suppress it.

Shang Xie suddenly said: "Yue Qingcheng, look carefully! Remember its magic pattern!"

Yue Qingcheng looked subconsciously.

With just one glance, the soul seems to be split.

"Don't close your eyes!"

The Nine Layers Mie Shi Lian refined a large amount of Bodhi fruit and embraced her.

Yue Qingcheng was about to shed tears.

But I can only support it hard.

The blood god roared: "Damn it! Little array spirit, also wants to stop me!"

The gossip yin and yang array is a little stronger than when it woke up last time, and its erosion of the spirit has also been resolved.

Don't underestimate this point, this is equivalent to the fact that hundreds of years of effort have been wasted!

Blood God couldn't bear this tone no matter what.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the surface of Yinyang Mountain.

As if to corrupt everything!

But Xiaozhenling is obviously not a vegetarian.

He was small and his clothes were loose, as if a strong wind could blow him away.

However, he is as majestic as a mountain.

In stark contrast to the blood god's rage, he was very calm from beginning to end.

On the white and tender face, the beautiful eyebrows were frowned, and the raised little hand was suddenly pressed down.

The black and white two-ball fish rotates.

If there is inexplicable power.

Yue Qingcheng stared wide-eyed, trying to engrave the black and white Yin-Yang pattern in her mind.

But every time she depicted its spell in her mind, the next second, it collapsed and faded by itself.

It seems that there is some power that is erasing.

Shang Xie seemed to know that this would be the case, and encouraged him repeatedly: "Keep working harder, Yue Qingcheng! Be sure to write it down, remember it, and you will save ten thousand years of cultivation!"

It's over exaggerated.

But Yue Qingcheng was indeed stimulated.

She is short of time.

That dharma pattern must be a treasure, and I dare not say that it will save ten thousand years, but it is certain that it will save a few years of cultivation.

She shouted: "You give me the original power of refining!"

"oh oh."

Shang Xie was stunned for a moment, and hastily handed over his original power.

The refining of the original source is not easy, and it is not something that can be refined if you want to.Otherwise, Rou Lao's original source will be damaged, just grab a few life stars and evil cultivators to extract the original source.

Shangxie only refined one portion.

Yue Qingcheng is all used to protect the soul.

It is a waste of time!

However, for the sake of remembering the pattern, this price is nothing.

bang bang bang-

The sky is shaking.

Following the blood god's power, the entire Yin-Yang Mountain danced terribly, as if it was about to split apart at any moment.

A stream of blood energy drilled out of the formation and condensed into a blood shadow hand.

Chaoyue Qingcheng attacked.

The Blood God roared, "Go to hell!"

Yue Qingcheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the nine stars moved in unison, and the star power swept towards the blood shadow.

The blood shadow hand rushed away all the star power.

But its power was also weakened a lot, and it scattered into a blood mist.

After all, this is not the normal state of the blood god, and it is many times weaker than it was at its peak.

puff--

Yue Qingcheng coughed up blood.

Instead, the Blood God roared, "Nine Stars? How is that possible!"

Blood Mist bared its teeth and claws again.

At this time, a gentle force enveloped Yue Qingcheng.

It is the spirit.

Zhen Ling looked at Yue Qingcheng.

Yue Qingcheng also looked at it.

Suddenly, startled.

I could see that Xiao Zhenling's eyes without any impurities were clearly fading and disillusioned, and the Yin-Yang patterns in her mind were constantly collapsing, as if they were forcibly engraved.

"Thank you, Yue Qingcheng."

Then, Yue Qingcheng's figure flew out.

(End of this chapter)