One Step to Become an Immortal

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After Luo Qing and Yuan Hao were killed, the number of Human Race in Nascent Soul Level 1 was almost equal to that of Ghost Race.

Only relatively speaking, the disadvantages of low-level cultivators are still obvious.

At this moment, in Full Moon City, a huge blood-colored drum rose up, and that blood-colored drum appeared in the world, and a desolate and bloody breath spread across the battlefield of several thousands li around Full Moon City like mercury.

The big drum has ten zhang or so in each circle. An old man with blind eyes, looking at the cultivation base, turned out to be a Nascent Soul Cultivator, but this person is already a dead man, and the vitality of his body is almost nothing. People who have stepped into the gates of hell with only one foot.

At a glance, like a remnant leaf in the wind, it may wither at any time. Following the blind old man, there are ten more than 4 Nascent Soul Cultivators with almost the same breath.

“Cangyang Blood Drum!”

The mighty men of the ghost race, looking at the bloody drum rising up, suddenly screamed, the ancient barbarians, 100 races stand in great numbers. The ancient cultivator fought the south of the sky and the north of the earth, creating a piece of Heaven and Earth for the reproduction of the descendants. Countless ancient Xiu throwing their heads, sprinkling blood.

The sound of war drums, shaking the night, awakening the dawn, the warriors, dressed in the setting sun, upright and unyielding silhouette, dragged the old man on the journey.

Cangyang lies on the road, the blood is sprinkled in the wilderness, the bones are buried in the green mountains, and the drums of the battle never stop.

“My Human Race can stand among the 10000 races for countless years and remain immortal with Heaven and Earth. How can the dark races such as Er be able to lightly insult! Let the Ergui tribe today, see my generation of sages and demons The spirit of eliminating ghosts.”

“Hao Hao Xuan Huang, sword shocked the wilderness. Weiwei, Cangyang lying on the road, exuberant, blood weeping into the sky…”

The old man who has blinded his eyes, the other ten or four are alive, and the life essence is no longer available, the Nascent Soul Cultivator who is unbearable for the first battle chants the great wild song.

The Great Wilderness Song and the Cangyang blood drum exuding the ancient desolate air complement each other.

“The Cangyang Blood Drum has long since disappeared in this world with the ancient cultivator, and Er et al. is no more than an imitation. What is the fear of my ghost race!” Aodu Ghost King roared, shocking many of them. The ghost clan who lived awakened. Although the low-level cultivator of the ghost clan was in the majority, once the morale fell down, the consequences would be disastrous.

“Haha, although the authentic product of Cangyang Blood Drum is no longer in this world, the pioneering and bloody spirit of the ancient cultivator is still 10000 ancient times. It is this imitation, which can also make me realize the ancient repairs of the past. The mind and spirit of the sages to fight against the wild!” The old man who was blind and the others laughs facing the sky, then continued to sing the song of the wild.

“Fellow Daoists, I don’t have much time to wait. The longest life essence is only a dozen years. It is already unbearable for a war. For more than a year, it is a great blessing to be able to understand the mood of the ancient cultivator together.”

“Drumming!”

“Hao Hao Xuan Huang, sword shocked the wilderness. Weiwei, Cangyang lying on the road, exuberant, blood weeping into the sky…”

Huh! The dozen old Nascent Soul, who has entered the life essence of the wind candle dying years, joined forces and hit the bloody drum.

A great wild song, desolate and majestic, with aggressiveness in sadness in the majestic. The Human Race in the battle, including Lu Xiaotian, seems to have seen the wilds where the trees were towering to the sky and the demons were rampant. The Human Race only occupies a corner of land. The ancient cultivator felt Power of Heaven and Earth and began to fight for many races. Survive tenaciously, use the sword in your hand to open up the living space. Countless people fell on the way to the battle, blood stained with the setting sun, but countless people followed suit…

Passion, crisis, mixed with unpaid sadness….

“Weiwei, Cangyang lying on the road. Excited, blood weeping into the sky…”

Tom tom tom…dozen Nascent Soul Cultivator rises up the remaining strength and beats the blood drum. Bringing countless people into this sad and generous artistic conception, with the desolation in the chest, the blood energy is full. With the sound of drums one after another penetrated into people’s hearts, countless cultivators sang the song of the Great Wilderness in unison.

Lu Xiaotian heard a burst of enthusiasm in his heart, even the mana revolving a little bit faster than usual. I couldn’t help being surprised, and I glanced at the mid-air, playing drums together with life Power, singing in unison. Lu Xiaotian resonated in his heart, and at the same time a clear comprehension rose, which consumed such a large amount of money. The battle, the cost of such a price, seems to be definitely not so simple to make them resonate.

This Cangyang Blood Drum is based on the Ancient Art of Refining. Although it is an imitation, it can also arouse the blood of the cultivator and stimulate the potential of Immortal Cultivator. It’s just that this Cangyang blood drum is just an imitation after all. The impact on Nascent Soul Cultivator is minimal.

But look at those Golden Core, Foundation Establishment, Qi Refinement cultivator expressions, Essence, Qi, and Spirit, all of which are incomparable than before. The battlefield of several thousands li is shrouded in the blood drum of Cangyang. As for the entire Human Race, the imposing manner is huge. Although the number is much lower than the ghost race.

But Cangyang’s blood drum enhances not only strength, but also brings all cultivators into the tragic and vigorous development of the sage’s living space. With the same hatred of the enemy, under the common progress, the strength exerted 100 feet continuously, and even further, actually suppressed the imposing manner of the ghost race.

Tom Tom…. The sound of drums one after another, countless Human Race blood spilled on the battlefield, but more is Ghost Clan’s fall, Peng, a dying Nascent Soul old man’s life essence exhausted, mana exhausted, turned into one A wisp of flying ash disappeared in the air, “The blood drum of Cangyang appeared, reappearing the atmosphere of ancient cultivators. I can see this scene, and I have no regrets in this life. It is a pity that I could not witness my Human Race victory, Fellow Daoists, in the future. Don’t forget the good news when you pay the memorial service, the old man is one step ahead…”

In the void, the old man’s voice gradually drifted, faint, and turned to disappeared, but the heroic and desolate dying was deeply imprinted in everyone’s mind.

“Canghong Fellow Daoist, don’t be anxious, the old man will come…” The blind old man follows closely from behind, disappearing invisible…

“Walking, Cangyang lies on the road. The sky is full of blood, blood weeping in the sky. Fighting ghosts in the Xingye, hit 10000 demon in Mo Yuan. Sweep 4 together, howl, level 8 barbarized enemies. Feng Xiao 9 days, bathing in flames Asked. The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow…”

People were constantly killed in battle, but the sound of the Great Wilderness singing of 10000 cultivator Qi Yin was higher than that. Faintly gathered into a Great Destiny of Human Race, mighty in the sky, the ghost qi raging to the sky, unexpectedly faintly suppressed.

Yuan Hao took the shot and once again was refined by the ancient Sword Sect with a special method. The double-brachid sword was like two rounds of scorching sun, and fought fiercely with a skeleton Ghost King.

On Luo Qing’s side, he was still like a round of glamorous and noble Gu Yue, with a sword out, and a mysterious radiance of Yuehua from the clouds, without losing its sharpness.

The fifty-sixty name Nascent Soul Cultivator and Ghost King fought fiercely, killing Heaven and Earth repeatedly. Under the encouragement of Cangyang’s blood drum, the low-level Human Race has swept away its previous slump. Within the Battle Domain of several thousands li, the sound of killing and mournful scream became one piece. Above heaven under earth, blood energy spreads over the world, directly kills Sun and Moon lost radiance. Lu Xiaotian and the wolf scorpion Ghost King in front of him also rushed to Full Moon City, and then fought from inside the city to outside.