Immortality Begins with the Master of Alchemy

Chapter 696: The Battle of Two Bloods between Sanren Demona and Luo

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In the twentieth year of the Land of the Fallen Demon, the fourth palace among the fourteen palaces of Mingzhao quietly lit up.

 Why is it the word "quietly"?

 It is because the light of this palace is slightly dimmer compared to the other three palaces.

It is the [Dark Hall] corresponding to the Light Hall.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of two people in Yunhai Square, almost no one would have noticed that the dark hall was opened.

The two figures stood firm, and one of them launched an attack without hesitation, treating the existence of the people around him as if they were nothing.

 The blood-colored horse, condensed to the extreme, was slashed down with the majestic sword energy.

　　Boom!

A violent explosion sounded, forcing the other person to retreat hundreds of feet away.

Seeing that the burly man with a **** blade was about to pursue the victory, his opponent immediately shouted: "Xuesanren, do you really want to fight to the death? The inheritance of the dark world has been taken away, why do you and I have to fight to the death here?"

 Under the fierce light of the sword, the burly man's true appearance was revealed.

 He looks resolute and his cheeks are knotted.

Blood robe fluttering, domineering and arrogant!

 And the long knife in his hand, like a seedling knife, instantly made everyone around him recognize his identity.

 Shen Gang Blood Blade!

 Blood Sanren!

One of the three major Sanren in Beihai Immortal Cultivation World!

The legend of this person spreads all over Beihai, and he is like a child who stops crying.

After knowing the identity of the visitor, everyone understood why the other party was so strong.

 Xuesan people have this qualification!

Although the other person was also wearing a **** robe, his sluggish momentum was much dwarfed by comparison.

At this moment, Xue Sanren looked up at the sky and looked at the palace building that was slowly emerging with light.

 Seeing his movements, Blood Nightmare Demon Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You and I have been fighting for more than ten years, and there is no difference between us. The inheritance of the dark world has been taken away by others. If we continue to fight like this, it will only be a snipe and a clam fighting for the fishermen's gain."

　　While saying this, he glanced at the group of people behind the Xue San people.



 “You die and I die?”

Xue Sanren slowly withdrew his eyes and uttered sarcastic words.

 “There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority?”

 With each word, Blood Nightmare Demon's face became more and more ugly.

Xue Sanren snorted coldly, "With the help of the power left by your ancestor of the Blood Sea of ​​the Yuan Demon Sect, you have struggled to support me for more than ten years, and you really regard yourself as the same person as me. How long can you last?"

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　䱱!

Blood Nightmare Demon Luo's expression turned red and he said with hatred: "Aren't you coveting this power?"

 Xue Sanren nodded, not hiding it at all.

"Yes, I want that power to help me perfect my magic skills and reach the realm of a great monk. It's not like you, who obviously has tremendous power, but has cultivated it in a nondescript way. It's inexplicable."

Before Blood Nightmare could retort, he glanced behind him with a stern look.

"What's more, if I kill you, how can they, the little ones, be the profiteers?"

 Under his extremely aggressive and domineering gaze, everyone who was swept away subconsciously took a step back.

 Those who were as weak as Moyun Cave Master were even more frightened, with visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood emerging in their minds.

 “It’s a blood-killing evil!”

A low shout woke up Moyun Cave Master.

 When they saw each other again, Master Yuanying, shrouded in black robes, was already protecting him.

 “Thank you, senior!”

Although he didn’t know why the other party protected him, Moyun Cave Master still sincerely thanked him.

The black-robed master did not reply. At this moment, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

In mid-air, the Xue Sanren glanced at him and sneered: "Neither human nor ghost, the body of a puppet actually has two brushes."

The black-robed real man nodded and took Cave Master Moyun back a few steps.

 “Xuesanren, please!”

 The implication is that he will not participate in their dispute.

 At the same time, other people also expressed their opinions.

 Haijiao Tianmu is the most alert!

 Here, everyone is strong from the human race, and she is the only one from the demon race.

 In case everyone wants to kill her first...

With this concern, let alone the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind, her first thought was to protect herself, so it was naturally impossible for her to participate in a double "bloody" battle.

“I only regret that Long Zong and Liu Jun are not here, otherwise I wouldn’t be in such danger!”

Fei Yunzi’s eyes flickered, vaguely ready to make a move.

His eyes wandered between Xue San and Blood Nightmare Demon for a while, then fell on the black-robed real person, but in the end they were placed on those beautiful buildings and jade buildings above the nine heavens.

 He has no interest in these meaningless battles.

 For a time, there were only two people left in the room who did not avoid Xue Sanren's gaze.

 “Look at the two of you, you seem a little desperate?”

Fairy Feileng looked cold and said, "Sorry, before we came in, the three of us made an agreement to advance and retreat together."

The old Taoist Jiyuan gave a bitter smile, "Sanren, why bother fighting with each other? Why don't we stop and make peace, and we will wait for the opening of the Ming Zhao Fourteenth Palace together, and seize the benefits from those who have received the inheritance?"

Faced with these words, Xue Sanren smiled ferociously.

"Those things have nothing to do with me, I just want the power left by the ancestor of the Blood Sea!"

 “You three, come forward together!”

 “Why should I be afraid!”

 When he said this, the blood on his body was so rich that a figure walked out of him.

The man had a sinister face and narrow eyes.

The appearance is completely different from that of the burly Xue Sanren, but the two stand together one behind the other, but their overall temperament is almost the same.

When this person appeared, Fairy Fei Leng whispered: "Elder Yan!"

"No, that's not Elder Yan, that's the Son of Blood God refined by the Xuesan people!" Blood Nightmare Demon Luo shouted, revealing the identity of the person, and quickly explained: "The Xuesan people have refined the blood of four Nascent Soul stages in total! One of the Sons of God was destroyed by the monster from the dark world, one of the Sons of Blood died together with my 108 Sons of Blood God of Tiangang Earth Demon, the other one died under my sword, and now this is the only one left."

 After hearing the news, everyone in Yunhai Square was shocked.

I was shocked by the strength of the Xuesan people. With the realm of the middle stage of Yuanying, he was able to refine four blood gods of the same level. No wonder he is said to be comparable to the great monks of the late stage of Yuanying.

I am also curious about what method the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo used to kill off both of his Blood God Sons, and still managed to survive until now.

No matter how you look at it, Blood Nightmare Demon Luodu is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

 Could it be that he is relying on what the Blood San people call "the power left behind by the ancestors of the Blood Sea"?

Facing everyone’s gaze, Xue Sanren felt happy and not afraid.

This time, he didn’t waste any time and just took action.

Hold the Shengang Blood Blade and go straight to the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo.

Behind him, the Blood God Son, who was suspected to have been transformed by Elder Yan of the Yuan Mo Sect, stood alone in front of Fairy Fei Leng and Old Taoist Jiyuan.

"Junior sister, be careful. The Blood God Son refined by the Xuesan people uses the methods of the Blood Sea lineage of the Yuan Mo Sect, which is the most crazy and cruel." A whisk appeared in the hand of Jiyuan Old Taoist, surrounded by flying swords.

 Fairy Fei Leng looked calm.

"I know better than you and don't need your reminder. You should think about how to help the blood nightmare. If he dies, my sister will come out later and no one will help you."

As soon as these words came out, Old Taoist Jiyuan’s expression suddenly changed.

 From the current point of view, Blood Nightmare Demon's abilities indeed exceeded their expectations.

Having really gained the power left over from the ancestors of the sect, he can face the strong men in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and maybe even use that power to fight against the great monks at his peak.

If you want to survive, you really have to...

Taking a deep breath, Old Taoist Jiyuan urged: "Let's take action together first to destroy this Blood God Son!"

"good!"

 The two of them launched their magical killing moves without thinking.

In the square, the sea of ​​clouds was rolling, indicating that the battle between the two bloods had begun again.

 But overall, the Blood San people have the upper hand!

The majestic sword light, unparalleled in length and breadth, pressed the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo from head to tail. As he said, the other party is just borrowing the strength of the ancestor, after all, it is not his own strength.

In the ten years of fighting in the dark world, the Xuesan people relied on their own three-headed blood **** sons to continuously weaken the opponent's strength, and now they have reached the point where they can defeat them in one battle.

Seeing that he was about to lose his support, the Sea of ​​Clouds Square seemed wide, but there was nothing blocking the view, so Blood Nightmare Demon Luo began to call for help.

“What are you still doing there, come and help me quickly!”

Ji Yuanji gritted his teeth and said, "Junior sister, come and stop the Blood God Son, and I will help him!"

 After saying that, regardless of Fairy Fei Leng's attitude, she brushed the dust with a whisk, and white threads flew all over the sky, temporarily trapping the Blood God Son, and then rushed forward to support the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo.

Seeing this scene, Fairy Feileng bit her lip, with pain flashing in her eyes.

 That’s it again!

People from the Penglai Immortal Sect will always be like this.

 That was the case then, and it is still the case now.

　　Boom!

 After a brief exchange of blows, Blood Nightmare Demon Luo vomited blood and flew out upside down.

 The Xue San people were about to pursue them, but Ji Yuan Lao Dao had already intercepted them halfway.

　　咻!

Blood Nightmare Demon fell to the ground, looking ferocious.

“Jiyuan, please buy me some time until I can communicate with the sword spirit!”

As he finished speaking, a **** sword appeared in his hand.

 It is the God-killing Blood Sword!

 But the so-called communication in Blood Nightmare Demon's mouth is not that simple.

 He pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

 A drop of gold and red blood flew out slowly.

 Essence and blood?

No!

This is the soul blood stained with the monk’s soul!

The soul blood floated out, and Blood Nightmare Demon Luo's face turned pale, but he couldn't care less. He held the soul blood in one hand and wiped it on the God-Slaying Blood Sword.

 Subsequently, in an instant, hundreds of techniques were pinched.

 Finally, a sudden meal!

 “Edict!”

 After saying this, the trembling God-Decapitating Blood Sword suddenly became obedient.

At this moment, Ji Yuan Dao, who was blocking the Xue San people, was directly bombarded not far from the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo.

High in the sky, a burly man with disheveled hair looked down at them.

 “Struggle to the death, stubbornly resist!”

"Really?" Blood Nightmare Demon looked ferocious, and pointed his finger, "Go!"

 The God-Slaying Blood Sword turned into a streak of blood and galloped away.

Facing this sword, Xue Sanren looked a little solemn, but his eyes were still confident.

 The long sword in his hand was slashed vertically.

  The light of the sword was as vertical and horizontal as a sword, constantly competing with the God-Slaying Blood Sword.

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

In just a dozen breaths and one sword strike, they had already fought hundreds of times.

When the two of them stepped back twice, Xue Sanren lowered his head and looked at the long knife in front of him, and dense gaps appeared on the blade.

The legendary weapon of Beihai, the Divine Gang Blood Blade, was completely defeated in this battle!

 “Is it that sword again?”

He murmured and held his right hand in the air.

　　唰!

 Suddenly, a long whip exploded in the void.

 The long whip flies like a snake, like a python, like a vine, like a dragon!

 Faintly, the sound of soul-robbing crows could be heard filling the sky.

“The Blood Kiss Whip was originally a real weapon I made to gain the power of the Blood Sea Ancestor. This time I want to see if I can restrain this sword.”

Thoughts flashed in my heart, and the blood was scattered with a whip.

Snapped!

The void trembled, and a whip turned into two shadows, whipping towards the two of them.

Facing this whip, Old Taoist Jiyuan’s expression changed drastically.

 The white silk whisking him transformed into a big cocoon.

Snapped!

 One whip!

With a whip, the big white cocoon was pulled hundreds of feet away, and exploded in the void. Silk wadding was flying, and the old Taoist Jiyuan vomited blood, and his eyes were filled with thoughts.

On the other side, Blood Nightmare Demon Luo tried his best to control the God-Slaying Blood Sword and slashed at the long whip itself.

　　Boom!

 The long whip and the **** sword were exchanged, and the magic power surged, stirring up boundless storms.

“Haha, your time for refining the real weapon is too short, and you will not be able to do anything to me after all.”

 The Blood Nightmare Demon laughed loudly.

Xue Sanren's face darkened slightly, he held the handle of the whip and snorted coldly: "It's just a waste of time."

time.

 Yes, for everyone, time is the most important.

 Just like Luo Chen.

 …

 Inside the Dan Palace.

 At this moment, Luo Chen fell into the biggest life and death crisis in history!

 Two extremely high-level original flames were engaged in an extreme battle, using his body as the battlefield.

Thousands of years of fighting, the strength of the two has long been exhausted, leaving only a little bit of their origin.

 Can't stand it, they are too high-ranking!

Even if there is only a little bit of strength left, it is definitely not something Luo Chen can contend with.

 After the spirit of the Heavenly Refining Cauldron passed away, there was no one left to suppress them.

And because the magic power cultivated in the "Tianhuang Nirvana Sutra" is in the same line as the Nirvana Holy Fire, the Nirvana Holy Fire started a war again with the Nirvana Holy Fire that had been dormant for many years.

 There was nothing Luo Chen could do about all this.

 He could only watch helplessly as the two flames fought crazily inside his body, destroying his body crazily.

"No!"

 “I will never allow it!”

 The shouts were hoarse, stirring in Luo Chen’s soul.

 The mana has been mobilized by the Holy Fire of Nirvana, but he also has another power.

 Source force!

 "The Convergence of Ten Thousand Daos" started to operate, and a stream of power rose up from all directions in the body, completely wrapping his body.

 This "battlefield" must not collapse!

Jiu Lian Feng Huo gradually began to fall behind during the short battle.

 It is ultimately a sourceless fire.

But the Holy Fire of Nirvana is assisted by the magic power of Luo Chen.

 At this time, the situation has changed and it is not time for it to gain the upper hand.

 Perceiving this, Jiu Lian Feng Huo couldn't hold back anymore.

　　When it plunged into the air sea again, it actually rushed towards the lonely white pill with a decisive attitude.

 The second Yuan Dan!

"No!!"

 Perceiving all this, Luo Chen looked horrified.

The next moment, the white pill was shrouded in nine-color brilliance, and began to expand and grow, and its magic power shrank and shrank...

Then.

　　Boom!

 The second Yuan Dan exploded!

 The terrifying magic power poured out instantly like a river bursting its banks.

 At this moment, the sea of ​​tenacity that Luo Chen was once so proud of exploded in an instant!

 The mana that boiled like a wave, like a wild horse, washed away from all parts of Luo Chen's body with the collapsing sea of ​​air as the center.

 His body began to disintegrate!

 (End of this chapter)