Above the Immortal Cultivation

April 13, Chenshi.

The red clouds accumulated over the vast sea became denser and denser, filling the entire sky. Looking far away, the sky a thousand miles away from the Blood Battle City was covered with gray clouds. From the battlefield to the vast sea, except for the Blood Battle City, there were countless huge red clouds floating. The red light scattered by the red clouds was reflected on the faces of the human race, demon cultivators, and demon beasts. All people and demons seemed to have eaten something unknown, and their faces showed an abnormal reddish color.

The wind rose, the clouds surged, the trees moved, the birds sang and the beasts roared, and the decisive battle was about to start.

In the direction of the human race, in the middle were the seven southern sects headed by the Fantasy Sect. The seven ancestors of the God Transformation Stage stood in front of the formation as steady as a rock, looking at the hundreds of thousands of level 5 and 6 demon beasts ten miles away, and the nearly 5,000 Jindan Stage cultivators of the Fengyan Sect.

The seven sects only had more than 7,000 Jindan-stage cultivators, more than 700 Yuanying-stage masters, and four Yuanying-stage masters. They were not afraid or shaken in the face of hundreds of thousands of monsters and Fengyan Sect cultivators.

The Red Ape Clan was the majority of the monsters. The Red Ape Clan sent two peak-level 8 semi-transformed masters to lead hundreds of thousands of monsters. The rest were two Yuanying-stage masters from Fengyan Sect.

The Medicine Master of Tianyao Sect flew to the center of the battlefield at Liu An's nod. He looked at one of the two peak-level 8 masters from the Red Ape Clan and said firmly: "Ape Crazy, the old rules."

"Haha, Yuan Gang, this battle is up to you. You can only win. Sacrifice the human race with blood and open the curtain for the final victory of our race!" Ape Crazy said in a voice that shook the world.

"Child, obey your orders!" As soon as the crazy ape finished speaking, a monkey with a human appearance, red hair like steel needles, and muscles as hard as rocks flashed out from the demon army and came to the side of the crazy ape.

What moved the human race was that the monkey's body movements were extremely agile, so fast that it was almost impossible to tell whether it was a residual image or a real body.

Wang Lu was in the army at this time. Seeing Yuan Gang's body movements and the plain but extremely pure faint demonic aura emanating from his body, he knew that this monkey was very difficult to deal with.

Seeing this, Yao Jun just chuckled. He faced the two monkeys and raised his hand gently. A middle-stage Jindan cultivator walked out of the crowd calmly. His figure flashed a few times and came to Yao Jun's side. He looked at his opponent Yuan Gang calmly.

Yao Jun and the crazy ape naturally retreated to the front of the army and handed the battlefield to them.

When the human army saw this man coming out to fight, they burst into a thunderous shout. The shouts followed the strong wind unique to the vast sea and kept circling in the air, as if with the help of the wind, the momentum was spread far to the other four battlefields.

"This man is the Black Blood of the Blood Prison who has risen suddenly like a comet recently. Don't be fooled by his honest face. He is actually a ruthless person. He has practiced the Blood Prison Heaven-level Lower Grade Kung Fu "Hidden Blood Art" to the fifth level. If he doesn't make a move, it's fine. Once he makes a move, it will be earth-shattering. He is comparable to Huang Yan of our sect. He is a deep and powerful character. Wang Lu, you should observe carefully." Lei Shun took Wang Lu to stand in front of the human army and sent a voice transmission to him.

Wang Lu nodded gently.

He found that the younger generation of the seven sects, not only did the three sects of the Demonic Path, Xue Ling'er, Huang Yan, Feng Zhizi, Chen Ya'er, He Chan... and others did not appear on the battlefield, but even the four sects of the Righteous Path, Ku Yao, Xu Lei... and others did not appear.

He understood that the seven sects had all made the worst-case plans. Only by retaining the most outstanding ten or so disciples could they have a chance to turn things around. Otherwise, the end would be the extinction of the sect.

He had the opportunity to leave, but he was just thinking about it. If he left, he would be considered to have deserted the battlefield if he won, and he would live in humiliation if he failed. Neither of these two results was what he wanted. In that case, why not have a great fight?

The people of the Futang had already left, and Chen Yaer would also leave. If he died in the battle, in addition to not being able to go to the northern border to retrieve the middle volume of the Six Futang Books in person, his disciple Ding Yuting would go for him. Ding Yuting was protected by his senior sister Xie Lingyun and senior brother Tian Yidong, and the entire Futang would protect him. He had no regrets.

Heixue and Yuangang were thirty feet apart, and they were carefully observing each other's every move. As time went by, the two of them continued to release their auras, and their auras rose steadily. Under the impact of their auras, the air in front of them burst into bursts of explosions.

In Yuangang's view, the blood on Heixue's body kept pouring out, directly wrapping up Heixue, and it was so thick that his figure could no longer be seen.

At this moment, his heart suddenly jumped, and a very faint sense of danger suddenly descended.

A purple scimitar appeared in his hand in an instant, and he slashed it backhand.

A "boom" sounded behind him.

Heixue came behind Yuangang silently at some point, and the place covered by blood in front still existed, which gave Yuangang an illusion that he was still there.

Because Yuangang was unprepared, he was hit five feet away by the red jade ruler in Heixue's hand. If his body training had not reached the level of being like a diamond, he would have been seriously injured.

Black Blood was in a dominant position and came to Yuan Gang like a jumping ball, summoning all his magic power and smashing towards him one foot at a time.

Every time he smashed a foot, the whole space seemed to be fixed in a square. Even the demonic power in Yuan Gang's body seemed to stagnate for a moment with every foot he smashed.

This is the fifth level of "The Secret of Hiding Blood": Coagulating Blood and Freezing Soul.

The fifth level requires the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Golden Elixir to practice.

However, Heixue was a natural genius. When he was five years into his golden elixir, his magic power was comparable to that of a great master of the Blood Prison Golden Elixir. At the same time, he cultivated the fifth level of the "Blood Hiding Art" to the level of great perfection and was about to break through the sixth level.

He did not practice the sixth level of the art, but took a different approach and did the opposite. He integrated the art into his own magic weapon, directly using three-quarters of his own blood essence to forge his own magic weapon with the blessing of the formation, and then cultivated the fifth level to perfection again, and released three-quarters of his own blood essence again to forge the Blood Ruler.

After three hundred years, when he felt that the Blood Ruler had already possessed one-third of the magical power of the fifth level of the art and there was no possibility of further improvement, he began to try to practice the sixth level of the "Blood Hiding Art".

He was a rival of Bai Yifan of the Fantasy Sect more than 300 years ago, which made the whole Blood Prison feel that the heavens had finally favored them, and such a rare genius appeared in a thousand years, who had cultivated the "Blood Hiding Art" to the fourth level of the Great Perfection when he was in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Who would have thought that after he condensed the golden elixir, it took him a full 300 years to cultivate to the peak of the fifth level. Compared with other core disciples of the Blood Prison, he was also excellent, but the Blood Prison felt that he was already indistinguishable from the crowd.

During the war between the human and demon races, the black blood that had been silent for 300 years suddenly erupted violently like a long-dormant volcano. No matter whether it was the sixth-level demon beast of the demon race or the golden elixir stage strongman of Feng Yanzong, he was killed one by one. Even Changfeng, the third person in the golden elixir stage of Feng Yanzong, was killed by him under the blood ruler in less than half an incense stick, and became famous on the battlefield.

When the square ruler shadows that could freeze the demonic power in Yuan Gang's body made Yuan Gang's sword swing slower and slower, the eyes of the Blood Prison's Blood Ancestor brightened. He knew that this battle would soon end with Black Blood's victory.

He also regretted very much that he had not been able to send Black Blood away. Now it was too late. There were only 38 places, and any remedy would be useless.

Every token of that formation was carefully refined by Tian Yidong for half a year, which took him a full 19 years. It takes about five years to refine the formation token, and it will be branded with the cultivator's own mark, which cannot be erased.

Thinking of this, he looked at Black Blood who was about to kill Yuan Gang.

In an instant, the situation in the field took a sharp turn for the worse, catching people off guard.