Mysterious blood boils

"Well, a ninth-rank blood emperor comparable to a ninth-rank holy king?" Xuanyuanpeng was startled. He burned yin and yang energy, and he could walk in the siege of eighth-rank princes without fear, because of his own cultivation Low, powerful, and powerful, he can compete with the eighth-level mahatma, but he knows his own business, and he is still powerless against the ninth-level blood emperor, unless he explodes the death scythe, or explodes The big move of the witch god's body...

However, in the Ten Thousand Witch Cauldron, there is a disillusioned holy king imprisoned, and the phantoms of the twelve witches and demons are difficult to refine the disillusioned holy king, and it is also difficult to break free from the disillusioned holy king, forming a stalemate, which makes Xuanyuanpeng unable to use this A ten thousand witch tripod to defend against the enemy.Otherwise, as soon as the balance of the stalemate is broken, the Holy King of Disillusionment will probably escape from the predicament, and there will be an enemy of the Immortal Secret Realm...

stalemate?Get out? ... In Xuanyuanpeng's mind, like a flash of inspiration, he suddenly thought of a clever plan, and when he said it, it was too late and then too soon, and with a thought, he sacrificed the Wanwu Cauldron in the Hongmeng Pagoda...

"Boom!" The big steel hand that seemed to be crushed by the stars, slammed heavily on the Hongmeng Pagoda. Xuanyuanpeng had been prepared for a long time, and quickly circulated the ten thousand streams to return to the sect to absorb the magic power, and suddenly waved the terrifying power of the ninth-level blood emperor, All at once, it was transferred to the Ten Thousand Witch Cauldron, the Disillusioned Saint King suspended in the boundless witch flames...

"Huh?" The Disillusioned Saint King, who was struggling to refine and stalemate with the Twelve Witches, desperately felt a terrifying ninth-order force wave, and rushed madly. The burning of the witch, gather all your strength, and frantically resist the bombardment of that force wave, otherwise, his body will be smashed to pieces by that terrible attack, and it will be difficult for him to resist the refining power of the witch ... Mysterious Blood Boiling 720

"Pfft!" The blow of the Iron Blood Emperor was shattered into nothingness by the mad counterattack of the Holy King of Disillusionment, but the remnant body of the Holy King of Disillusionment burst into flames, and he hurriedly tried his best.Resisting the refinement of the twelve witches!

"Holy King of Disillusionment, let me tell you the truth. I have the supreme magic skill of shifting stars and moving stars. I can transfer the attack of that ninth-level blood emperor to you. It will make you clumsy. Either your body will be crushed, or you will be killed alive. Refining, your doomsday is just today. It is about to come..." Xuanyuanpeng used the hand of the Illusionary Saint King to neutralize a terrifying attack from the Iron Blood Emperor, and immediately threatened him viciously...

"No, no, no, no, I am an immortal holy king. I have cultivated hard for thousands of years, thousands of years, Xuanyuan Peng, you can't treat a holy king like this, you can't just kill me and refine me , I don't want to die so aggrieved, I don't want to die like this, I want to live. I may sprint into the secret realm of the earth fairy..." Upon hearing this, the Holy King of Disillusionment, his consciousness has already disappeared. Sensing the scene of the terrifying blood clan soldiers led by the Iron Blood Emperor, he roared hysterically like a lunatic, and his voice was in the middle.Full of resentment, resentment, reluctance...

"Peng!" The Holy King of Disillusionment screamed in despair, while desperately defusing Xuanyuan Peng's second attack from the Iron Blood Emperor!

But his remnant body was swept by billowing witch flames.On the phantom faces of the twelve witches and demons, there was an incomparably ferocious grin.It seems that the sacrificial blood food that mǎnyi has longed for for a long time is about to arrive!

"Xuanyuanpeng, I beg you, let me live. I promise not to fight against you again. I promise not to kill you again to seek revenge. I just ask you to let me live. You and I are both from the mysterious world. I can't bear the monk's face to see the Buddha's face, Xuandao family, you can't be so unfeeling..." The Disillusioned Saint King screamed and struggled, pleading bitterly, under the shadow of death, he no longer had a trace of the arrogance of the Immortal Saint King. A glimmer of hope for life...

"Holy King Disillusionment, if you really want to live, it's not impossible. Take refuge in me and become my believer. This is the only way to survive. If you don't want to, stop talking about my Xuandao family. You are going to hunt down me!" Why don't you think about the Xuandao family?" Xuanyuanpeng seized the opportunity and prepared to take advantage of this opportunity to recruit a capable thug.

"What? You, you, you, a little sixth-level monk, want to be the master of my immortal holy king? Are you crazy?" The smoke from the seven orifices, which disillusioned the holy king, seemed to him like a toad Sneezing, loud (thinking) is not low!

"Then you just wait to die!" Xuanyuanpeng stopped talking nonsense, turned Wanliu back to the clan, and transferred the attacks of the Iron and Blood Emperor to the remnant body of the Disillusioned Saint King...

"Peng, Peng, Peng!..." The Holy King of Disillusionment is clumsy. If he wants to keep his body alive, he must resist the terrifying attack of the Iron Blood Emperor, but to resist the Blood Emperor, he must risk his body to be burned by the witch flame the danger of becoming.He was forced to crush the Iron Blood Emperor's attacks again and again, and his remnant body was gradually refined into pieces and turned into blood mist energy, which was swallowed by the twelve witches and demons, causing him to scream out in pain... …

"Xuanyuanpeng, is there a third choice for me..."

"Xuanyuanpeng, I am also an Immortal Saint King after all, so you have to show some face, right?"

"Xuanyuanpeng, aren't you afraid that the worlds of the five major planes will come out and chase you into the mother planet of Yanhuang?"

"Ahhh, you can't keep silent, you can't just watch me turn into ashes..."

"Xuanyuan Peng, you are so vicious, you are so cruel, how could you be like this..."

"Please, please say something anyway..."

"I don't want to die, I can't die, I am an extremely strong person who wants to sprint to the peak of the fairyland, you can't just train me to death like this..."

"Xuanyuan Peng, Xuanyuan Peng, Xuanyuan Peng..."

"I... I accept your condition, I am willing to be your convert believer, but I have a condition, I want to be your king of believers with the highest status..." Xuanxue boiling 720

"Hey, say something..."

"Xuanyuan Peng, pity me for thousands of years of hard work, my immortal body is about to be completely refined, forget it, let it go, I am willing to be your lackey, I will be your most powerful lackey. I beg you to let me live. Hey, Xuanyuanpeng, just say something, I'm about to be tortured to death..."

The Holy King of Disillusionment screamed like crazy, and made his request again and again, but Xuanyuan Peng was determined to ignore him. The Iron Blood Emperor, seeing a small sixth-level monk, relied on the power of a magic weapon to resist. His ninth-level blood emperor's attack, the seven orifices of Qi spraying smoke, attacked Xuanyuan Peng more and more fiercely every time, but caused the Saint King of Disillusionment to suffer more and more fierce attacks every time. His immortal body was quickly refined, rushing Finally, in order to survive, he was willing to be a lackey regardless of everything, and never dared to make any unrealistic demands...

Poor Holy King of Disillusionment, there is only one head left. If you don't abandon your dignity and beg for mercy, the next blow of the Iron Blood Emperor will definitely break his head. The terrifying refining witch flame will completely refine him ...

"Open your soul and accept the baptism of taking refuge in Buddha's light!" Xuanyuanpeng's voice, which had been silent for a long time, rang out from the yiyàng of the rain that broke into the long drought!

"Boom!" A waterfall of refuge Buddha light poured into the mind of the Holy King of Disillusionment.At the time of life and death, how dare the Disillusioned Holy King play with his mind, honestly opened his soul, and accepted the influence of the Buddha's light for refuge. In an instant, his entire head, including his two eyes, sprayed Out of the burning golden Buddha's mans...

"I'm disillusioned, I don't know the greatness of my lord, now I'm deeply regretful, I convert to my lord, from now on, as long as the master gives an order, I'm disillusioned, shed my blood, and fight for my lord! Dedicate it to my lord as a merit, and talk about redeeming my past sins!" On the face of the disillusioned holy king, there was an expression of incomparable regret, he opened his mouth, and spit out a space bag, which contained his personal treasures .

"Very well, I order you to live in the Hongmeng Pagoda, run the law of indestructibility, restore the physical body, and give you the energy to restore, and help me resist the attack of the Iron Blood Emperor!" His head was suddenly absorbed into the first floor of Hongmeng Pagoda, dropped to the ground, and with a bang, a long river of Yin-Yang pills flew down in front of him!

"Abiding by the order, thank you for my lord's mercy!" The Disillusioned Holy King sensed his inner voice, knew the seriousness of the situation, shouted the Buddha's name, swallowed it, ho! ...Dan River equivalent to 500 million Yin-Yang Pills roared and flew down into his mouth. At the same time, the Law of Immortality was running, and his broken neck was growing rapidly, and in an instant, his immortal body, once again Reshaping, repairing, and healing, the powerful holy body of the Immortal Secret Realm has been able to withstand the huge energy impact, so he swallowed 500 million Yin-Yang pills, but he was not blown up by it. Instead, his scarce pill sea buzzed. , buzzing... crazily recovering huge mana...

"Peng!" The Disillusionment Holy King urged the body of Hongmeng Pagoda, and with his immortal power, stimulated the greater and stronger power of Hongmeng Pagoda, a semi-celestial artifact, fiercely resisting the new attack of the Iron Blood Emperor...

"Roar!" With a long roar of steel-blood imperial aura, he couldn't attack the defensive light building of a sixth-order little cultivator for a long time, and he was so angry that he was almost ashamed. The giant steel palm circled like flying, and slashed down frantically... …

"Boom, boom, clang, clang..." Although the power of the Disillusioned Saint King has not been fully restored, the Hongmeng Pagoda itself is a semi-immortal weapon. With his immortal ninth-level mana, he can stimulate Hongmeng better than Xuanyuan Peng. The spurt of true qi, this is the more powerful primordial defensive zhenqi, enough to resist the terrifying attack of the Iron Blood Emperor...

While defending, the power of the Holy King of Disillusionment, also with the help of Xuanyuan Peng, quickly recovered, but his immortal body can only withstand the nourishment of 500 million Yin-Yang Pills at once. His immortal body is going to be exploded.But he had been in a stalemate with the Twelve Witch Demons in the Ten Thousand Witch Cauldron for so long, and he had fought a lot of big moves with the Iron Blood Emperor. Pill Sea lacked mana energy, and 500 million Yin-Yang Pills couldn't bring him back to full strength. territory. ((.) Your support is my biggest motivation.)