Blood sacrifice of millions of zombies, I am a demon cultivator in the end times

The original surface of the blood river began to glitter with crystal light.

And in the boiling blood river, bright luster kept flashing.

That brilliant red luster was the pure blood essence stone condensed from the essence of the blood river. It kept bobbing up and down with the surge of the river water, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Roar!

At this time, five blood-colored long rainbows rushed straight at them. The blood puppets, which were as huge as demons, suddenly seemed to be controlled or impregnated by some mysterious power, and more like being polluted by corrosive power, as if struck by lightning, and suddenly stiffened.

The figure rushing forward stopped in mid-air.

In the depths of the eyes without consciousness, strange blood light began to emerge, and the body trembled uncontrollably.

"What..."

"How is it possible?!"

The blood demon armor on the Blood Mist Venerable flashed red light, as if stimulated by some mysterious power, flickering.

At the same time, his face changed drastically. He actually felt the trembling and fear of the rampant blood demon armor, as if a mouse met a cat, encountering a deadly and terrifying natural enemy.

Venerable Blood Mist had no idea what had happened. He had never felt the emotion that made the blood demon armor fearful.

Such an ancient armor, a strange thing, actually had a source of fear?

What on earth was that?

For a moment, he didn't know what had happened. He just saw a strange man covered in a blood-colored robe suddenly appear in his sight, driving the blood-colored river that spanned the sky and earth, and landing in this world.

"Fall!"

When the Styx Taoist saw the five blood puppets rushing up and delivering them directly to his door, he stretched out his right hand, uttered a word coldly, and pointed to the void.

Suddenly, the blood river across the top seemed to be pulled by some force, and it actually fell directly from the air.

In an instant, the surging blood-colored river water raised a hundred-meter-high wave, pouring directly from the air, like a flood bursting a dam, directly submerging the entire space.

What was strange was that the blood that was released did not expand outward, but was restrained and affected by some special force, like a huge blood-colored angry dragon, submerging the five blood puppets.

It did not spread outward.

Waves of painful roars came from the boiling blood. The five blood puppets were refined from the bodies of purple mansion cultivators, so their own strength was naturally not weak.

However, facing the blood river water that covered their feet like mucus, they were like lambs to be slaughtered. Even if they were controlled by the blood demon armor, they would not sit and wait for death. They burst out with a strong breath and wanted to break free from it.

But let them struggle, even if a piece of blood river water was shattered, the remaining blood river water continued to spread along the body.

In a flash, the whole body of the five blood puppets was wrapped up.

The originally crazy surging breath gradually fell into silence and finally disappeared completely.

Even the bodies of the five blood puppets seemed to be dissolved in the blood river, gradually becoming invisible and merging into the blood river.

"How is it possible?! Damn it!"

The Blood Mist Venerable immediately noticed the demise of the blood puppets, and his expression suddenly changed.

He looked at Chen Long with fear, and moved his body, ready to fly away, ready to escape from here.

As an old traitor who has controlled the Blood Mist Abyss City for hundreds of years, the Blood Mist Venerable can thrive because he knows the principle of decisiveness.

He himself has also felt the existence of fatal danger, and with his heroic character, he will never wait to be killed.

Escape from here first, and then make plans.

"Did I... let you leave?"

At this moment, Zheng Yi, who was watching the battle from a distance, slowly turned his head.

I don't know when, his eyes have turned into silver-white color, appearing cold and ruthless, like the supreme way of heaven.

Abandoning human thinking and emotions, he has become a supreme person who forgets emotions.

Two silver lights burst out from the depths of his pupils, and instantly turned into countless silver-white arcs of light, covering the entire sky and spreading to the deeper small space.

In the blink of an eye, it shot straight towards the Blood Mist Venerable in the air.

In an instant, the world stagnated.

An invisible silver barrier suddenly appeared, causing the Blood Mist Venerable to crash into it. With his powerful body and magic power, he was unable to break the strange barrier, but his body was bounced back.

"It's bad!"

The Blood Mist Venerable's eyes flickered, and he secretly thought it was not good.

He was being treated as a turtle in a jar.

At this time, Zheng Yi's voice crossed the transmission of space and reached the ears of the Blood Mist Venerable.

"Want to leave?! I'm afraid it's too late..."

The Blood Mist Venerable naturally knew what kind of situation he was facing, and when he clearly sensed what the invisible barrier blocking him was, his face instantly became extremely ugly.

Almost gnashing his teeth, he said word by word with a look of shock.

"What is this?"

"Soul power..."

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, how about this great gift?!"

On the other side, Zheng Yi asked the Taoist Minghe who was standing in the void beside him.

Just now, after swallowing five blood puppets in succession, the originally dim blood river emitted bright blood light from the bottom of the water. In the flickering light, a trace of ancient breath gradually condensed.

It can be clearly seen that at the bottom of the blood river, pieces of crystal blood essence stones like pebbles have condensed.

And the river surface surged by 50%, and the depth also doubled. The entire blood river became wider and larger.

…

At the same time, in the Asura City of the doomsday world.

The lake submerged in the blood suddenly seemed to be controlled by an invisible big hand, and the surrounding ground continued to collapse and fall.

The blood expanded along the collapsed area to a larger area. In a flash, the area of ​​the entire blood lake expanded outward by one-third.

And in the original Jinque Sect’s sect headquarters, the Five Elements Golden Mountain, the blood river shook, the blood flowed backward, and suddenly the surging blood turned into thick fog and spread upward.

The surging blood rose to the sky and turned into a blood-colored fog that covered the sky and swallowed the entire mountain gate.

…

"Not bad!"

Faced with Zheng Yi's inquiry, the Styx Taoist was quite satisfied. His blood-colored eyes looked at the Blood Mist Venerable, cold and ruthless.

Just like looking at a dead person, looking at a prey.

"Who is this person?!"

"He wants to eat me..."

An absurd idea arose in the mind of the inexplicable Blood Mist Venerable, but looking at the pair of eyes full of strange blood light opposite, the ominous feeling surged in his heart more and more.

"Blood River Crossing the Sky, You... Are Zheng Yi from the Daluo Alliance?!"

Finally, a familiar feeling surged in his heart, and countless information fragments in the mind of the Blood Mist Venerable blended, and finally integrated a rough outline.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and the image of the person in front of him merged with the information he had obtained before.

He finally knew who the strange monk in front of him was?

"At this point, it doesn't matter who I am."

Zheng Yi looked up, glanced at the other party, and said slowly: "The struggle for the great way will not stop until death."

"This is cruel, but it is also the truth of heaven and earth."

Zheng Yi didn't intend to talk nonsense with the old sinister Blood Mist. Seeing the intention of the Blood Mist Venerable, this old thing would not give up resistance until the last moment.

Until now, he has been thinking of bad ideas.

Zheng Yi usually kills this kind of old villain by hitting the snake at its most vulnerable part, and must root it out.

Otherwise, he will fail to kill the tiger and get hurt by it.

Boom!

As Zheng Yi finished speaking, in an instant, the Styx Taoist turned into a curling blood river, flying and surging in the air, and the whole sky seemed to open a bloody mouth and swallow the Blood Mist Venerable.

He must kill the Blood Mist Venerable today, so naturally he can't let him go.

Besides, this involves the inheritance treasure of the Shen Nian Patriarch. If the Blood Mist Venerable escapes, once the news spreads, the first person to come to the door will definitely be that person.

Taiyin Xuantian Sect, Jindan Zhenren Xuanchun Cave Master Yin Shili!

As a powerful existence that could compete with the Taiyin Xuantian Sect for a while, the inheritance of the Shen Nian Patriarch was definitely not allowed by the Taiyin Xuantian Sect to be lost.

It is better to talk less to a shrewd guy like Venerable Blood Mist. Who knows what tricks are waiting for him?

The simplest way is to solve this trouble directly.

Not only did he fulfill his promise to Wei Xu and avenge himself, but most importantly.

The land of the inheritance of the ancestor of Shennian can only fall into the hands of one person.

That person can only be him.

Venerable Blood Mist did not expect that Zheng Yi would start fighting as soon as he said he would, without giving him any chance to talk. He was even more gloomy in his heart, and Zheng Yi had made up his mind to kill him, and there was no room for maneuver.

However, he was a great late-stage Purple Mansion monk who had been famous for hundreds of years, and his strength was tyrannical. Even with the strength of the Styx Taoist, he was only evenly matched with him.

You know, just now the Styx Taoist swallowed all the blood and qi of five blood puppets in succession, and his strength soared, which was the period of great momentum.

But it was also a trick.

Who asked the blood puppet, a demon spirit, to meet the ancestor of the blood river incarnation.

It's like throwing meat buns at dogs, there's no way back.

But the Blood Mist Venerable is different. Even if he leaves the five blood puppets, he is still the top master in the late Purple Mansion. Even the Grand Elder of the Jinque Sect, Baoxuzi, may not be stronger than him.

At this time, they are fighting for their lives. Even if Zheng Yi is watching from the side, the Styx Taoist can't take him down for a while.

After swallowing all the blood and energy of the five blood puppets, the strength of the Styx Taoist is steadily increasing. Relying on the intensity of the battle, it constantly stimulates the digestion of the foundation, and the strength is still increasing.

Rumble!

In the air, the Styx Taoist and the Blood Mist Venerable collided with each other.

The blood mist in the sky swept the wind and turned into a terrible blood-colored hurricane. The shaking wind waves were like a wind dragon raging in the air.

The surging blood river was rolling, exuding a grand and ancient atmosphere. A mysterious outline was formed on the surface of the blood river, winding and twisting, like an ancient dragon that was gradually ferocious and undulating, with scales on the surface of its body, roaring to devour everything.

The two behemoths kept colliding in the space, and the shocking storm shook outward like a tide, setting off circles of terrible ripples. The surrounding space was shrouded in radiation, and many wrinkles appeared.

This was the pinnacle existence of the Purple Mansion cultivator. If it faced an ordinary Purple Mansion, it would be a crushing victory, but now it was indeed burning each other and fighting to death.

Abandoning all kinds of mysterious fighting methods, it was a naked competition of will and realm.

This could not be false at all. Anyone who was about to make a mistake would be severely injured, or even directly collapse.

The most primitive collision, the power it produced was even more amazing, the terrible collision stirred this space, the surging storm was like the roar of a giant beast, echoing between heaven and earth.

"It seems that even if he devoured the five blood puppets, the Styx Taoist could not imitate the transformation and evolution of my own soul man!"

"What bound him was also related to his own high status..."

Looking at the situation of the two tigers fighting, Zheng Yi's eyes flickered.

In his soul space, the soul man sitting cross-legged under the cover of endless soul power had a dazzling look, like two divine lights that penetrated the nine heavens, and could clearly sense the changes in the body of the Styx Taoist.

As the original body, the changes of the Styx Taoist's external incarnation were defenseless to him.

Otherwise, even if he transformed the soul man, he would not be able to sense the flow of the surging blood river.

Zheng Yi has been watching the changes of the Styx Taoist. When he felt that the energy of the five blood puppets that had just been swallowed into the blood river was almost digested, he suddenly turned his right hand, and the invisible soul power burst out through his fingers.

With Zheng Yi's spiritual cultivation at this moment, he has already surpassed his own magic power and Taoism by a lot, and has really changed in the Jindan period.

As he moved, the little soul in his mind also stretched out his hand.

In an instant, a strong mental storm was triggered.

One thought shakes the world, and one thought leads to the symbiosis of all things.

Although the little soul in Zheng Yi's sea of ​​consciousness is as bad as a matchstick, thanks to the high-level operation of the super brain master god in the incense and fire world, with the help of the soul-falling mirror, and now practicing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Thoughts Heavenly Strike Great Method, it can be said that his spiritual practice has even surpassed the average cultivator who has just entered the Jindan period.

Once he let go and acted at this time, he immediately thundered and shook the world in silence.

The mental storm condensed and formed as it circulated, like an invisible sword energy, cutting through the space and leaving a deep crack.

How fast is the speed of a thought?

That is beyond the distance of consciousness.

As soon as the thought moved, it came.

The sound was drowned in the surging storm, and suddenly, it appeared in front of the head of the Blood Mist Venerable.

He finally felt the coming of danger, his pupils suddenly shrank, and even a trace of panic appeared. He couldn't avoid it, he couldn't avoid it at all.

This was beyond the perception of the purple mansion body and the speed of the operation of mana, entering another level.

Even with his powerful Taoism, he couldn't avoid this invisible mental sword energy.

Bang!

Blood suddenly appeared, and the generation of heroes who dominated the Blood Mist Abyss City for hundreds of years finally came to an end.

His pupils shrank wildly, and at the moment of death, the swarming mental storm merged into his mind, completely shattering his remaining soul and will into pieces.