God Ring Howl

The more Zhao Xiang observed, the more startled he became.

Even if he tried his best and all kinds of supernatural powers, he couldn't really control the seven black beads in his palm.

If no effective method can be thought of, the secrets of the divine ring and the altar will be thoroughly analyzed by the energy fluctuations emitted by the black beads.

Not only that, the divine ring, the altar and even Zhao Xiang's secrets will be passed on by it immediately.

Even if it is crushed or burned, it cannot stop its operation.

It will only speed up its analysis and delivery.

What made Zhao Xiang angry and anxious was that.

Another result of burning or smashing the black beads is the final explosion of spirituality and tyranny in the Yixiu San.

This kind of explosion will lose his mind in an instant, making him a tool for creating vitality faster.

Perhaps, this is exactly what the mysterious organization that controls the heroic and other seven people has designed and hoped for.

Uncle Huan realized that his master Zhao Xiang was in the most dangerous moment in his life.

At this time, the Qinglong in the soul body also appeared suddenly despite Zhao Xiang's repeated orders.

Without Zhao Xiang's permission, Qinglong injected a large amount of original dragon's breath into Uncle Huan's body at once.

Knowing it well, Uncle Huan immediately took advantage of Zhao Xiang's small-accomplished Tianyanshen, actively operated the golden Buddha fruit in the divine ring, tried his best to calculate, and finally came to the above amazing and valuable discovery.

Fang passed on this discovery to Zhao Xiang, and Uncle Huan couldn't help spitting out five mouthfuls of spirit essence blood forward.

The five blood arrows flashed with red and blue radiance, and a cloud of blood mist exploded outside the body.

bang bang,.

Uncle Huan's burly body fell backwards like a jade mountain.

The roar caused the surrounding spiritual energy to vibrate, forming a small vortex.

Zhao Xiang and Uncle Huan were already connected in mind, Uncle Huan was severely wounded, plus he himself had just cleared the Qi Xiu San in the body of the seven people, which brought about the listlessness and soul injury, as well as the strange and terrifying energy fluctuations caused by the black bead in his palm. The impact is getting stronger and stronger.

Hei Zhu couldn't control it anymore.

Zhao Xiang was so anxious that he finally spat out a mouthful of blood that was suppressed in his chest.

Most of the blood was sprayed towards the left palm, so the seven black beads were sprayed, wrapped, and infiltrated by Zhao Xiang's blood containing the attributes of ancient gods, ancient demons, giants, and mortals without exception.

Immediately, Qinglong saw a strange scene.

The seven black beads, like dry land, made an extremely fine and clear sound at the moment when the blood rain fell suddenly.

Beep, beep, bead, the black beads, like a baby sucking milk in the mother's arms, gradually quieted down.

Lost the original tyranny and restlessness, suddenly, Zhao Xiang looked carefully, as if feeling that the black bead was slowly fading black.

As the black gradually faded, the seven beads became more peaceful and tame.

It wasn't until the black color faded completely that the beads formed by the Spiritual Restraining and Cultivation Powder didn't have any energy fluctuations.

In the palm, there are only seven strange beads with a little red in the white, emitting wisps of soft light.

The blood that was sprayed out earlier was sucked up by the seven beads.

When the seven beads completely faded from black.

The blood that Uncle Huan spit out and scattered in the air came towards them strangely.

In fact, it didn't take a breath, the seven beads sucked up the five mouthfuls of blood sprayed out by Uncle Huan cleanly and neatly.

At this time, the color of the seven beads has changed.

They emitted light at the same time, red and white intersecting, gorgeous and dazzling.

At the moment when this kind of light appeared, with a whoosh, seven beads jumped out of Zhao Xiang's palm.

They revolved around Zhao Xiang at the same time, and emitted seven red and white rays of light.

These beautiful and silky rays of light actually contain a trace of consciousness fluctuations.

These fluctuations are actually connected with Zhao Xiang's mind.

After a short period of stupefaction, Zhao Xiang suddenly realized.

This bead has been recognized by the blood of the ancient gods, ancient demons, and immortals, especially under the purification of the golden Buddha energy of the Golden Buddha Fruit, completely dispelling all the evil spirits contained in it .

Now, I can manipulate them as I like.

A trace of extremely weak consciousness fluctuations came.

These red and white beads are asking Zhao Xiang whether he can absorb the vitality of the meditating person in the divine ring.

Zhao Xiang quickly glanced at the seven people including Chaochao and Yingyong, only then noticed that their faces were sallow and their spirits were extremely listless.

Then he penetrated into their bodies with his spiritual consciousness, and found that they were all fine now, but when they cleared the Yixiu San, which was almost one with their souls, they suffered serious physical and mental injuries, and now they are at the critical moment of using breath to heal their wounds .

If there is a slight disturbance, they are either insane, or their souls are scattered.

Zhao Xiang thought for a while, and together with his thoughts, a closed world was set up, and the seven people meditated and adjusted their breath in it.

Next, Zhao Xiang hurriedly sent instructions to the seven beads that revolved around him: "Don't accept them, they are my elder brothers, come to my palm first, my eyes are almost going to faint from you,"

Seven round beads fell on Zhao Xiang's palm one after another, just like seven tame and cute little white rabbits.

As the balls came into contact with the palm skin, the coolness contained in their bodies spread quickly.

It's strange to say that these cool breaths, like thousands of incomparable miraculous hands, just spread out in the meridians, Zhao Xiang's originally sluggish spirit dissipated, and suddenly his face was radiant and energetic.

"You guys recovered my vigor so quickly," Zhao Xiang was overjoyed when he saw it, and asked eagerly, "Can you also recover those seven people who were sitting and adjusting their breath?"

There was a slight wave of consciousness coming from the relatively perfect round bead in the palm.

"No, we are still very weak. We can instantly restore the wounded soul of the master only if we are connected with the master's flesh and blood,"

"Then that, Uncle Huan lying on the ground, you can recover right away," Zhao Xiang asked immediately.

"Yes, but once Uncle Huan's body and mind are restored, we will immediately consume energy, that is to say, we will immediately disappear into thin air and cease to exist,"

"Just now I noticed that you are very violent and impatient, as if you are about to rush out of the altar, what's going on?"

"Someone cast a spell, let us analyze the specific information of the master and the divine ring, and then send the information out at the cost of burning ourselves. Before sending it out, try to take advantage of the master's restlessness to invade your body and lose your mind,"

"Do you know who the owner is?"

"I don't know, we are still very weak now, just like that three-year-old doll, I think, maybe after a while, maybe... Maybe we will understand some of the inside story,"

"By the way, I'm just wondering, how do you have consciousness, did you have it before?"

"In the past, it was simply receiving and mechanically reflecting. It was just a rigid program set by the original master. However, the blood essence of the master and Uncle Huan is like a mother's placenta to us. We grew up in it, oh , by the way, there is a more important point, that is, "

"If the golden Buddha fruit in the master's body doesn't have spiritual consciousness that is as clean as a piece of white paper, and if these spiritual consciousness can't separate out seven strands to clear and fuse the original spiritual imprints in our body, I will naturally not have a conversation with the master now. what talk,'