Peerless God of War

"Click."

White cracks appeared on the blood cocoon and were quickly repaired.

Immediately, there was a flash of blood, and a strong counter-shock force came, which bounced the black demon pestle away.

Chen Xiao laughed and didn't take it seriously, then rushed over at a faster speed, rounded the black demon pestle in his hand, and smashed it down again.

"Ouch~"

A muffled sound came out, the ground shook, and the blood cocoon was smashed into the ground. There were more and more white cracks on it, and there were faint signs of collapse.

But with Zhao Yuanjing's strong support, the damage was still being repaired.

Seeing this, Chen Xiao sneered, "Let's see how long you can last."

The black demon pestle was swung round by him, and in just one breath, he struck out hundreds of blows. Each blow was done with all his strength, which was comparable to an ordinary blow from an Immortal Realm monk.

After the attack under the violent storm, the blood cocoon finally couldn't hold up and a big hole opened. Filthy blood and strong evil energy surged out and rushed towards the black clone.

The evil aura was so menacing and fierce that it caught Chen Xiao off guard and there was no way to avoid it.

"Blood Fierce Divine Thorn."

Amidst Zhao Yuanjing's wild laughter, he started to fight back, and saw that the infinite blood evil energy completely covered the entire Anyang City, and Chen Xiao was also wrapped in it.

The blood-evil divine thorn condensed from the evil spirit, with terrifying divine soul attack power, hit Chen Xiao's eyebrows and penetrated.

"Huh? Soul attack?" Chen Xiao stood there, stunned for a moment, with a rather strange look on his face.

This scene fell into Zhao Yuanjing's eyes, indicating that he had succeeded in counterattacking.

"Haha, you arrogant guy has been hit by my blood evil thorn. At such a short distance, it has great damage to the soul. You

Dead. "

Zhao Yuanjing was extremely arrogant and thought he was sure of victory.

He had been holding back and not counterattacking before, just to wait for this moment and strike with all his strength to kill the opponent with one blow.

Suddenly, the smile on Zhao Yuanjing's face froze, as if he had seen a ghost, "You, you don't have a soul, this is impossible."

He felt like he was going crazy. His eyes were as wide as copper bells and he stared at Chen Xiao.

Under the control of Zhao Yuanjing, the Blood Fiend Divine Thorn easily traveled through the black clone's Lingtai Soul Sea, but he was confused because he did not find the existence of a soul.

In front of him, there was only a wisp of black flame, floating quietly, exuding strong emotional fluctuations.

"Damn it, this is actually a puppet clone. How is that possible? You..."

Zhao Yuanjing understood and cursed loudly.

He has never encountered such a monster. Even its clone has the combat power of the Immortal Realm. It is too terrifying.

At first reaction, he turned around and wanted to escape, but it was easier to come than to escape.

"Since you've already come, why rush to leave."

"Who are you and why are you trying to embarrass me? Have I, the Blood Spirit Sect, ever offended you? I am willing to apologize to you."

Zhao Yuanjing said anxiously.

While roaring angrily, he controlled the Blood Fiend Divine Thorn to fly out of the Soul Sea in an attempt to escape.

"Soul-stealing sword."

Suddenly, a chill rose in his heart, and Zhao Yuanjing only caught a glimpse of cyan light from the corner of his eye, which flashed away at an extremely fast speed.

"ah."

The soul-stealing sword collided with the Blood Fiend Divine Thorn. The Blood Fiend Divine Thorn shattered instantly and turned into countless fragments and dissipated invisible, while the soul-stealing sword remained intact.

Ill.

"Pfft."

In the deepest part of the blood cocoon, Zhao Yuanjing, who had transformed into a human pupa, spurted out a mouthful of old blood, his expression became sluggish, and his face was extremely pale.

The blood evil thorn is connected to his mind. Once it is broken, his soul will also be damaged.

And because this ray of mind was cut off by the soul-stealing sword, Zhao Yuanjing was not sure what happened in the black clone soul sea space just now.

All he knew was that as soon as the Blood Fiend Divine Thorn attacked the opponent's soul sea, he was defeated and suffered a huge backlash. It was really a big joke.

I thought it was my killer move, but it became a counterattack method used by others, and I suffered a huge loss.

His eyes were full of anger and he couldn't believe it. "How could it be possible? Even the soul attack was ineffective against him. Who is this person? No, it's almost too late."

At this juncture, he had no way out and had no choice but to fight to the death.

Therefore, Zhao Yuanjing accelerated the refining of the power of the blood cocoon, and gradually the human chrysalis began to transform, faster and faster.

"You forced me, you forced me, ah~"

Zhao Yuanjing screamed crazily, and all the power of the blood cocoon was mobilized by him, and he rushed towards Chen Xiao.

He wanted to force Chen Xiao back first, and then speed up the refining of the secret technique.

It has to be said that Zhao Yuanjing, as the true leader of the Blood Spirit Religion, and the person in charge behind the scenes, is far superior to the former White Bones and Blood Clothes in terms of scheming and strength.

Unfortunately, he met Chen Xiao.

Zhao Yuanjing was seen with a ferocious look on his face. Under the surge of evil energy, he used a stronger killing move, "Blood Sea Demonic Soul."

In an instant, the huge city of Anyang turned into a sea of ​​blood, with ghosts crying and wolves howling, and countless demonic souls condensed from blood-colored evil energy.

Floated out of the sea of ​​blood and rushed towards Chen Xiao to kill him.

"Give me my life, give me my life."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die~"

"Am I dead? Why am I dead? No..."

"Kill, kill, kill, you should die together. I'm so jealous that you are still alive. Let's die together."

Countless evil spirits and demon souls, under the blessing of evil spirits and resentment, actually materialized, which shows that the human race in the entire Anyang City died with their eyes wide open.

Under the display of Zhao Yuanjing, endless evil spirits and demon souls rushed towards Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao had a gloomy face and quickly retreated without confronting them head-on.

"Hmph, you all died an untimely death, which was the sin committed by Zhao Yuanjing. You should go to him instead of me."

In mid-air, Chen Xiao shouted loudly, and the power of his divine thoughts was like a panicky sound, which was deafening.

Many evil spirits and demon souls who followed the crowd were shocked by the divine thoughts and became sober for a moment, and then wailed in pain and despair, and shed two lines of blood and tears.

"Zhao Yuanjing harmed me."

"Zhao Yuanjing harmed me."

"It was the Zhao family that killed us, and we are going to seek revenge on Zhao Yuanjing."

"Revenge, Zhao Yuanjing, I want revenge."

Under the influence of Chen Xiao, more and more demon souls woke up for a moment, and some even turned back without hesitation and rushed towards Zhao Yuanjing in the blood cocoon.

When Zhao Yuanjing saw this, he was also a little panicked.

These mortals and cultivators who died in Anyang City have accumulated terrible resentment. He wanted to use this resentment for himself, but he never thought that he would suffer a great backlash.

It was also because Chen Xiao's divine power was far superior to his that he could awaken the demon souls transformed by these resentments for a moment.

Zhao Yuanjing was angry,

"Hmph, a bunch of dead ghosts, they are dead, what can they do to me."

"Explode."

"Explode."

Then, one after another, the awakened demon souls exploded, and the last trace of their existence in the world was wiped out.