88. The idols control the prison and refine the blood river! [Please subscribe, please customize! 】

  ……

  Roar! ——

  Seeing this, the blood dragon seemed to be angry too.

  At this time, howling.

  The roar resounded through the sky.

  But at this moment, although this blood dragon looks menacing, it seems invincible.

  But when he really faced it, the five-clawed dragon protruding from Wuxin's back.

  After feeling the terrifying dragon might that unique to the ancient dragon clan on the opponent's body at close range.

  But in an instant, like a mouse seeing a cat, it died down.

  There was no more resistance.

  The two sides fight against each other, but only for a few rounds.

  The blood dragon was completely at a disadvantage.

  Being suppressed by these five-clawed dragons.

  ……

  "Damn, what's going on."

  "What kind of dragon martial arts is this guy practicing? Why does my blood dragon method seem to have a natural restraint effect?"

  The Gorefiend ancestor was horrified when he saw this.

  But at this time, I want to control the blood dragon to retreat.

  But it was too late.

  ……

  This time, the two dragons compete.

  Although the blood dragon retreated.

  But the five-clawed Heavenly Dragon transformed by Wuxin's cultivation method has no intention of closing his hands.

  Seeing this at this time, not only did not retreat, but instead pursued the victory.

  The dragon claws fell, finally breaking the blood-colored qi on the opponent's body.

  Grab most of the body of the blood dragon on the opposite side.

  ……

  Blood spilled.

  The blood dragon wailed.

  The five-clawed dragon sees this, but it is unforgiving,

  Follow the long tail.

  Snapped!

  A bang.

  The blood dragon's ferocious dragon head was actually blasted out!

  Just a blink of an eye.

  It was actually a blood dragon that turned this blood demon into the blood.

  It turned into boundless blood again and fell into the blood pool below.

  ……

  powerful!

  Really terrifyingly strong!

  see this scene.

  On the opposite side, the Gorefiend Ancestor, who had always been disdainful, had a look of horror in the depths of his eyes.

  Seeing the other party now, it is menacing, and for a while, I don't dare to confront the other party head-on.

  In the blink of an eye, it turned into a smear of blood again, and escaped into the blood pool below.

  ……

  Watch this scene.

  At the rear, I originally felt that this trip, the Red Corpse God Sovereign, who had already won the ticket, was naturally very annoyed.

  He couldn't help but speak, and cursed at the bottom again, saying.

  "Gorefiend, you are shameless!"

  "If you have the ability, come to fight head-on, and fight in an upright manner, as it is now, what kind of hero is he who hides his head and shows his tail? It's just the behavior of a rat!!"

  The Red Corpse God jumped his feet.

  Feeling a great opportunity to completely eliminate the Gorefiend, he disappeared in vain.

  I was naturally very unhappy.

  And look at him like this.

  Deep in the blood pool, the Gorefiend laughed wildly.

  With a bit of madness, he said again.

  "Soldiers never tire of deceit."

  "Red corpse, you taught me this truth."

  "How about it, monk, what can you do with me now?"

  "In this sea of ​​blood, there are a total of [-] primordial spirits and countless resentments in the sea of ​​blood. Right now, I and the sea of ​​blood have completely merged into one, let alone you, even if it is Daluo Jinxian. So far, I have not been able to find out where my true body is."

  "Otherwise, it is impossible for the immortal Baimei to break the Haotian Mirror here."

  ……

  Gorefiend comes to the end.

  Tone that is called a proud.

  Wuxin listened, and finally understood why this Gorefiend could be the one to blame, and is still at large.

  It's not at all this guy's attack method, how clever.

  But this trick, if you can't beat it, just squatting in the spring water is too rogue.

  as he said.

  I want to completely pull his figure out of this sea of ​​blood.

  There is no such strength as the Daluo Jinxian.

  It's simply impossible.

  It's no wonder that he can stir up several Taoist blessed places and can't live in peace.

  ……

  Without thinking about it.

  In the look, there is also a little more suddenness.

  And looking at Wuxin's eyes, the divine light flashed again and again.

  Stand still and don't move.

  Below, the blood demon in the blood pool felt a little uneasy for some reason.

  He opened his mouth immediately, and urged again.

  "Hey, monk, if you're interested, let's get out of here with the red corpse."

  "Don't blame me for not being kind enough to remind you that this place is full of bloody aura. This kind of aura, for you Buddhist monks, is a natural restraint."

  "You stay here for a long time, but it will damage the foundation of your practice.

  In this way, it is the real stealing of chickens and rice, and the gains outweigh the losses. "

  "Not worth the loss? Damage the foundation of practice?"

  Wuxin listened to the "goodwill" warning from the ancestor of the Gorefiend.

  The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

  But with a happy smile, he said again.

  "No, you are wrong."

  "This place is the poor monk, and the real blessed land is."

  ……

  "Blessed land?"

  Gorefiend listened and was slightly taken aback.

  I was about to say something.

  Seeing above the sky, Wuxin clasped his palms together.

  The breath of the whole body changed in an instant.

  The Buddha's light disappeared.

  Boundless demonic energy, like a black fog, rose from his body in an instant.

  Although the number is not comparable to the ancestors of the Gorefiend.

  But only in terms of purity.

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