Retrograde fairy way

"Ow!"

Dozens of berserk vitality clusters suddenly expanded outwards, then suddenly shrank inwards, expanded outwards again, and did this three times before drifting towards the sky.

It's a long story, but in the blink of an eye.

"puff!"

Lu Manshan opened his mouth and spat out a bloody arrow, his cheek twitched violently, it was caused by muscle spasms caused by severe pain.

Seeing that there was nothing blocking him, his figure kept shaking again and again, and he set up his escape light and suddenly galloped away into the distance.

But just as he passed over the six ghosts he had killed, there were a few obscure fluctuations in the scattered vitality cloud.

"not good!"

As the Nascent Soul Saint, even though he was severely poisoned, his spiritual awareness was unparalleled, and he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Just when he wanted to raise his figure, or pull back, six dark red silk threads suddenly shot out from the tumbling vitality fluctuations, surrounding them in an instant.

This silk thread looks narrow and thin, as if it is transparent, but there is a biting cold air around it. If you look carefully, the thread is actually composed of grimaces connected in series.

When the lasing was fired, there were bursts of sharp ghost howls, which made people feel creepy.

"die!"

Seeing the strangeness of these dark red silk threads, Lu Manshan raised his demonic energy regardless of the increasingly severe colic in his body, and with a slight movement of his mind, the giant ax fell again.

But what surprised him was that those silk threads didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging in the face of the mighty giant axe, and let the giant ax strike on them.

The giant ax whizzed past, and the strange thing was that the silk thread was unscathed, and went straight to Luman Mountain.

Seeing such a scene, Lu Manshan's heart felt cold for a while, and the devilish energy in his body suddenly surged, trying to block the silk thread out.

Although he doesn't know what this silk thread is, but no matter what, he must not let it get close.

But what frightened him was that the silk thread locked him tightly, and he couldn't touch the magic weapon. When his hands were torn apart suddenly, the brilliance flashed into his body and disappeared.

When Lu Manshan climbed up, his dead soul burst out, his eyes showed a strong fear, and then he felt that the pain in his body subsided a lot.

But he didn't think that Duan Yuanfeng would let him go so easily when he was about to succeed after doing so much.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Feeling puzzled, Lu Manshan lowered his head and looked around. When he saw the situation around him clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He felt that the blood-red muscles that were originally bulging were now like blisters, and the squeezed clothes were also bulging.

Seeing that Lu Manshan's sturdy body had already turned into completely wrapped in blisters, the blisters on his face had already covered his eyes.Its skin was swollen, but it was as transparent, and there were bursts of blood mist inside. If you look carefully, you can see that there are faintly small black faces inside, chasing the blood mist within.

"Wow!"

With the snap of his fingers, Lu Manshan only felt an indescribable pain spreading all over his body, if his body at this time was still considered a body.

The severe pain conveyed in it made him unable to move even more, as if something restricted his body.

Horrified, he couldn't help reaching out his consciousness to check inside his body.

Looking at it this way, he was even more astonished. He saw countless dark red silk threads connecting countless evil spirits in series, devouring the essence of flesh and blood in his body.

Even a saint as strong as the Nascent Soul could not be indifferent to so many grievances. What's more, the red line seemed to have the effect of restricting the devilish energy.

No matter how Lu Manshan moves, the devilish energy in his body seems to have become a strange thing, and he doesn't listen to it at all.

But what made him most desperate was that even the Nascent Soul in the dantian was bound firmly by a trace of red thread, from which he was extracting the origin of his Nascent Soul.

Lu Manshan could only watch helplessly as his Nascent Soul was wilting at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he couldn't make any beneficial moves.

"Hey hey, it's finally going to happen, Sun Bufan, just wait, when the Holy Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation is completed, it will be the day when your demon sect's bad luck will come, hahahaha!"

Seeing Lu Manshan, who was no longer humanoid, howling miserably, Duan Yuanfeng gave a sinister smile, then raised his head and laughed wildly.

The resentment and hatred contained in that laughter rolled around the surrounding blood clouds, bringing up howls of ghosts and wolves, which made people shudder.

Listening to his words, it seems that Duan Yuanfeng was forced by Sun Bufan back then to escape in blood, and his vitality was severely injured, and he did not know what method he used to recover to such an extent.

Most of the blood demon sect is based on the domineering technique of devouring flesh and blood spirits, which is naturally unparalleled, and it is also quite fast to enter the realm of cultivation.

He can recover to this level within a few decades, thinking about how many lives were stained with blood.

"Ok?"

But at this moment, Duan Yuanfeng frowned suddenly, his ghost-like cheek suddenly turned cold, and said sinisterly: "As expected of a veteran saint, I am amazed at the timing, if the incomplete Nine Nether Blood Prison The array can really let you escape, but I have been preparing for so long, hehe, let me obediently be the main soul of the array!"

"Boom!"

There was a violent roar, resounding through the sky like thunder.

In the blood cloud below, the three colors of red light, golden light, and green light were shining brightly, and the boundless blood cloud rushed upwards in an instant as the majestic fluctuations of vitality swirled the boundless blood cloud.

The rolling coercion within it is even more tyrannical than the coercive fluctuations that occurred when Duan Yuanfeng and Lu Manshan fought before.

"Everyone flee quickly!"

Just when Duan Yuanfeng was watching Lu Manshan struggling and sweeping the fluctuations below, suddenly there was a shocking shout.

I saw a dark golden brilliance in it, and its speed was like a shooting star, and it shot to the southeast in an instant.

"rise!"

Duan Yuanfeng waved his hands quickly, swaying a large amount of blood-colored brilliance, and saw the blood radiate above Zhou Tian, ​​and the blood cloud that was originally shattered surged in an instant.

Rolling blood clouds, like hell dragons, galloped in all directions, and the surrounding area was quickly filled with blood clouds.

The dark golden light that was galloping out crashed into the blood cloud with a bang, and was quickly bounced back.

And below, the restriction above Lingfeng City has been shattered, and countless blood clouds instantly submerge into it.

"Ahhh!"

The monks and mortals who originally hid in the city suffered countless casualties in an instant, following in the footsteps of the people outside the city.

The blood poison contained in this blood mist is extremely poisonous, and these monks didn't care much when they fled.

And the dark golden light faded away, revealing a middle-aged man, two young men, and three figures. It was Ling Tianying who was leading the two descendants of the family.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, why don't you sit down and have a chat!" Seeing the three people who were blocked, Duan Yuanfeng came forward with a movement, and said in a leisurely manner.

"Hmph, Duan Yuanfeng, this old man has no grievances or enmities with you. Why do you have to be so persecuted? Is it really necessary to live forever?" Even though he was imprisoned, Ling Tianying was a veteran saint in the mid-Yuanying period, but his aura should not be underestimated.

Although Ling Tianying was not chaotic in the face of danger, the two juniors around him were not so calm. Even though Duan Yuanfeng didn't stare at the two of them, he just swept across them inadvertently, making their legs tremble like chaff. Big drops of sweat rolled down.

"Hehehe, what Fellow Daoist Ling said is meaningless. Haven't you killed people who have no grievances or enmities?" Duan Yuanfeng said with a smile.

"You..." Ling Tianying's expression froze immediately when he heard the words, knowing that the situation was not conducive to his suffocation, he glanced around and said, "This is the Nine Serenity Blood Prison Formation of the noble sect. I didn't expect it to be so subtle. There are many secret treasures, but not all of them have been broken!"

"Hey, Ling Dao has friendly eyes. This is indeed the Nine Serenity Blood Prison Formation of our sect. Not to mention you, even a late Nascent Soul cultivator can't break through it!" Duan Yuanfeng seemed to be delaying time. He explained it indifferently.

"Oh?" Ling Tianying raised his eyebrows, and thoughtfully said: "I'm afraid it's not that simple, right? As far as I know, the blood prison formation of the noble sect is a complete formation except for a few core elders. What I have learned is not a complete formation, if the old man guesses correctly, with the status of Fellow Daoist Duan in the Blood Demon Sect, I am afraid that he will not be able to enter the core list!"

"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Ling really has a lot of knowledge. Yes, the complete Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation is indeed not accessible to me. Just as you think, this formation was stolen by me. But so what, as long as I kill you , who would know?" Hearing this, Duan Yuanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and shot two dangerous rays of light, and said with a sinister smile.

"Want to kill this old man? I'm afraid you can't do it yet, aren't you afraid that this old man will explode his Nascent Soul and die with you?" Ling Tianying's heart was awe-inspiring, but he still said in a deep voice.

Hearing what the other party said, Duan Yuanfeng admitted frankly that once he said it, it was obvious that the other party would never let him leave.

The two juniors beside him felt their heart skip a beat when they heard their conversation, and they didn't dare to look at Duan Yuanfeng at all.

"Roar!"

As soon as Ling Tianying finished speaking, a terrifying howl came from a distance, and the rolling coercion transmitted during it was no weaker than Ling Tianying's.

Then I saw a cloud of black and red blood roaring towards the two.

"Luman Mountain?" Feeling the coercion brought by the blood cloud, Ling Tianying's complexion suddenly darkened, and then he said in surprise.

He has dealt with Luman Mountain for hundreds of years. The so-called person who knows himself best, besides himself, is probably his enemy.

Although the cold and evil spirit contained in the blood cloud was far from the Luman Mountain in his impression, Ling Tianying recognized it immediately.

Shocked, Ling Tianying couldn't help leading the two of them back tens of feet away in an instant, watching the blood cloud approaching with a cloudy expression.

"Roar!"

The speed of the blood cloud was extremely fast, and he came to the front with a snap of his fingers, but Lu Manshan's figure did not appear, but a billowing blood shadow.

There seemed to be a solid figure inside, extremely strong, and vaguely seemed to have the figure of Lu Manshan.

"Hehehe, Daoist Ling should just obediently catch you, or you will suffer later!" Seeing Lu Manshan's bloody soul coming, Duan Yuanfeng smiled sinisterly, and while his figure was swaying, Ling Tianying and the three were already sandwiched between them. middle.