Uncrowned Evil Emperor

The bleak north wind passed through the dark ghost forest, blowing the dense shade of the trees and emitting horror like a ghost. After the heinous muffled sound in the wild abyss ghost forest, it became extremely quiet, as if Everything in the world was shocked by this, and needles could be heard falling everywhere.

Mei Shangyou stabilized his body in front of him, and a ten-meter-long chasm clearly appeared on the surface of the ghost forest. The deep ditch stretched from the footprints, from shallow to deep, reaching the end point to be half a meter deep, scattered in the ditch. The dots are bright red, as bright as blood, as red as pearls...

Mei Shangyou clutched his chest in a cold sweat, and the faint lingering energy on his chest still hadn't dissipated. His spirit armor collapsed, and the light on his body surface was dim and depressed, and he didn't see the brilliant brilliance of blood congealed like jade before he shot.

one move!

Mei Shangyou gritted his teeth with hatred, hatred mixed with anger, shock, and despair, which made him forget all the pains that were sensitive to his body. He was only shocked in his heart, and slowly raised his head to meet Looking at Ling Jun's face from a distance, he couldn't express his inner feelings and emotions at the moment.

one move.

Why can't even one move be avoided?

Mei Shangyou's heart lost its rational cry...

One year, a whole year, others may not know how Mei Shangyou spent this year, but he knew very well in his heart how much he had suffered this year.

In the ancient cave, he spends up to six hours a day enduring the pain of dry blood for the god of dry blood that sleeps endlessly. This method of dry blood is the secret of the blood clan. No matter how strong the blood warriors are, they will not touch this method.

However, in order to improve his strength as soon as possible and to avenge his shame, Mei Shangyou spared no expense, endured a year of suffering and trials, and finally raised his own strength to the fourth level of Lingxu, and successfully passed the level. One day, Mei Shangyou even felt an aura of being the only one in the world, and this aura gave him a hundred times the confidence to take the hand of the kid who made a big fuss in Xuecang Mountain under his sword.

It's a pity that things backfired. Mei Shangyou never imagined that after spending more than a year of hard work, he finally got such an ending. Facing an enemy who dreamed of killing him with thousands of knives, he actually met him after a face-to-face meeting. The next is a brutal defeat.

Still in the case of the four masters joining forces...

Boundless hatred swept Mei Shangyou's humiliated heart. At this moment, he completely forgot the disparity between him and Feng Jueyu. He thrust his toes into the soil fiercely, and his cold blood began to match the dark and damp underground. The aura was mixed together, and a deep blood mist brilliance appeared on his body, and the body of divine sense flew out of his body uncontrollably, circling a few times above his head...

It was a baby-like blood man, transformed by Mei Shangyou's spiritual thoughts. The blood man was like a piece of transparent blood jade surrounded by a shocking brilliance. After only three short rotations, there was a sudden bang. It exploded into a blood mist, dotted into the body.

In an instant, Mei Shangyou changed, his neat hair started automatically without wind due to the exertion of an unknown force, it was loosely draped, and a stagnant bloodstain on the center of the brow slowly appeared in the form of running water Thick drops of blood secreted from his palms and tens of thousands of pores on his body, dyeing the blood robe extremely red.

As the north wind blew, a strong smell of blood filled the wild abyss ghost forest, accompanied by angry roars from its mouth, enveloping everyone in it.

"Feng Jueyu, I will dedicate my whole life to the Blood God today, and I will return you with divine power. I will definitely kill you here..."

"Huh!" The atmosphere in the entire forest changed, and Feng Jueyu's proud expression suddenly turned cold. If Mei Shangyou before was just a master of the fourth level of Lingxu, then now, he should at least be at the fifth level. The sixth level of cultivation, and what shocked him the most was that he found a trace of familiarity in Mei Shangyou's body.

Although this breath is based on blood, it contains energy equivalent to the spirit of ten thousand sands and incandescent fire power for no reason.

"What kind of exercise is this?" Feng Jueyu couldn't help but be surprised. Apart from being surprised, an inexplicable impulse emerged in his heart.

"The power bestowed by the gods." Just when Feng Jueyu couldn't understand the mystery of the change, Wu Qingqiu and the holy emperors of the major royal families all exclaimed in astonishment.

Wu Qingqiu's face was red and white in a hurry, and her lotus feet kept pulling at the ground angrily, and said loudly: "Feng Jueyu is careful, he sacrificed himself to the gods."

"God?"

Feng Jueyu suddenly turned his head in a daze, and at this moment, Mei Shangyou's figure floated towards him like lightning, and the Gouxue sword in his hand stabbed wildly like a spirit snake, reaching Feng Jueyu's throat in an instant , only three inches away.

"It's so fast." Feng Jueyu was shocked. He found that Mei Shangyou's strength had increased by more than several times in a short moment. In horror, he could only step back. The spirit of Wansha The source of her heart began to flow crazily in her body, and in an instant, Feng Jueyu turned into the strange cloud of wind and sand when she came.

But even so, the sharp sword edge seemed to be strengthened hundreds of times, and it was not even the slightest slower than him, chasing after him and rushing forward with the wind and sand.

"when!"

Jianfeng was even faster than him, stabbing directly in front of Feng Jueyu's throat, but fortunately Feng Jueyu reacted sensitively, raised his middle and middle fingers to clamp the sword tip, and at this moment, the scene in front of Feng Jueyu suddenly Time has changed.

Mei Shangyou was no longer a whole body, but turned into a blood man covered in blood mist all over his body. His appearance could no longer be seen clearly, as if he had completely melted into a cloud of blood mist.

This is actually similar to my own Liuhe Haotu. When the divine sense and the true essence are fully compatible, the warrior's body will undergo great changes, and the dantian in the body will start like hundreds of motors. The strength is raised to the extreme, transforming the aura of heaven and earth.

There are many kinds of heaven and earth aura, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, the five elements, blood, and poison are also naturally common. From the perspective of outsiders, the current confrontation is no longer Feng Jueyu and Mei Shangyou, but a team. A cloud of wind and sand and a puff of blood mist clashed in the forest.

Powerful and abundant natural forces collided with each other in the forest, launching an unprecedented conquest and entanglement. The shadows of the sword are vivid, and the strength of the palm is continuous. The ultimate colliding forces between the heaven and the earth are constantly affecting the surrounding scenery. The change.

The trees as thick as bowls were melted by the blood mist and turned into bloody water, and the muddy surface was hit by rain on the beach, and there were dents like thousands of pits...

It is precisely because of Feng Jueyu's supernatural power that the situation of the four masters teaming up has not been facilitated, but Mei Shangyou's boundless anger has been aroused, and the entire confrontation scene has once again turned into a fierce one-on-one battle. At this moment, Even Lou Qing, Lei Ya, and Mang Yue were powerless to intervene.

"Mei Shangyou is looking for death." Lou Qing's sinister little eyes rolled around, and there were various unknown emotions in his excited and joyful expression.

There are many secrets in this world, but not everyone knows about them. For example, the power of sacrifice is the untold secret of all races.

When there are hundreds of ethnic groups in the world, each ethnic group has its own way of offering sacrifices. They form their own lineage, creating various ways to communicate with gods and transforming them into martial arts. It is not a way to overdraw one's own true energy, but to maximize one's cultivation in a short period of time to achieve extraordinary abilities.

Right now, Mei Shangyou has used the power of sacrifice...

The strength of the sacrificial power can make warriors have god-like power. It seems that their own cultivation level varies from strength to strength. Lou Qing, Lei Ya, Mang Yue, Shi Mantu, Huang Zun, and Yu Wenchen all know this. This kind of power can't belong to the master of Xuan Dao realm at all, if it is triggered, it will be a kind of great harm to oneself.

Using a mortal body to bear the power of the gods is tantamount to self-destruction. Judging from Mei Shangyou's current strength, if he uses the power of sacrifice, the best result is to defeat Feng Jueyu and survive. It would be as difficult as ascending to the sky at the slightest step, and the worst result would be to perish together with Feng Jueyu...

"Desperately, I didn't expect the power of sacrifice to be so powerful." Huang Zun's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a taste of shock and envy in his expression. He was thinking, if this kind of power can be used at will, then there should be how nice.

Shimantu looked at the center of the confrontation between the sandstorm and the blood mist, nodded intoxicated, and said, "But Mei Shangyou used the power of sacrifice, what happened to Feng Jueyu?"

"Huh?" Huang Zun was startled when he heard the words, and then he understood, with a look of surprise on his face.

As the Holy Emperor of the blood race, Mei Shangyou admired the power of the blood god, and the power of sacrifice was given by the blood god to have such a powerful means.

As for Feng Jueyu, I have never heard of which race he comes from, nor what kind of god he worships, but how did he get the pure earthy aura of wind and sand on his body.

Thinking about it this way, everyone found the problem. Mei Shangyou used a little bit of divine power. This kind of power bestowed by the gods was so rare that it was pitifully small, but it was still divine power after all.

As for Feng Jueyu, did he also use divine power?

With this discovery, everyone who heard Shi Mantu's tone suddenly changed their complexions, and Lou Qing, Lei Ya, and Mang Yue, who were still thinking about running over to help Mei Shangyou, immediately dispelled the ambiguity. practical thoughts.

You know, if they want to compete with Feng Jueyu, they must use the same method as Mei Shangyou to introduce the power bestowed by the gods into their bodies.

But this method of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-injury by two thousand is really terrifying, and if they have the slightest idea of ​​wanting to survive, they will not choose such a reckless way of fighting for their lives.

Only Mei Shangyou, who is dizzy with anger, will desperately follow Feng Jueyu to fight to the death...

ps: I have been busy with work for two days, and my tired feet hit the back of my head. Sure enough, it took me eight hours to figure it out. I wrote and wrote...