Ten Years of Buddhist Cultivation, One Thought into the Devil: the Beginning of Refining Leifeng Pag

　　Compared to the other party, it is more than enough.

　　It is precisely because of this.

　　The Gorefiend Ancestor below looked at this scene and was a little bit blinded.

　　"You guy, what's the matter?"

　　He opened his mouth and wanted to ask again.

　　Who would have thought, the next moment.

　　Wuxin has already formed the seal of the gods to suppress the prison, facing down, and slammed down...  

　　Behind him, phantoms of idols also began to appear.

　　The idols are soaring to the sky, suppressing the boundless purgatory!

　　These phantom dharmas have a natural restraint effect not only on demons and heretics.

　　It can even refine the power of demons and feed back on itself.

　　This is the God Elephant Suppressing Prison Seal, the most perverted and domineering place.

　　……

　　At this moment, the phantom of the idol is revealed.

　　Between mouth and breath

　　The blood in the blood pool under his feet began to flow continuously, and he was swallowed by him.

　　Before, when Wuxin was in the city of death, he used this idol to suppress the prison seal to refine the demon pill of the old demon of Montenegro.

　　So this time, do it again.

　　It's also a light ride.

　　Extremely skilled.

　　On his side, he is familiar with the road.

　　On the opposite side, whether it is the Red Corpse God or the Gorefiend ancestor.

　　They were all terrified enough.

　　Especially the blood demon ancestor.

　　Just a moment ago, he was still feeling complacent about hiding in the depths of the blood pool.

　　Right now, I saw the boundless blood energy, which was swallowed into the body by the other party.

　　Feeling the power belonging to the blood pool, it is decreasing like crazy.

　　After half an hour.

　　He finally couldn't sit still.

　　Aiming at Wuxin, he began to apologize and said.

　　……

　　"Monk!"

　　"Monk!"

　　"Stop fighting, stop fighting."

　　"You came here this time, didn't you want to talk to the old man about something?"

　　"Why don't we talk about it head-on now?"

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　　"Sure enough, the mage's method is to reach the sky. It's so easy to force the old stubborn Gorefiend to surrender."

　　The Scarlet Corpse God Sovereign also sighed when he saw this.

　　He turned his head again and looked at Wuxin next to him.

　　Just wanting to congratulate the other party, at this moment, he has completely occupied the initiative of this negotiation.

　　It never occurred to me.

　　Now Wuxin heard this Gorefiend ancestor say so, not only did not stop there.

　　Instead, he smiled and shook his head.

　　"stop?"

　　"Do not."

　　"The poor monk has changed his mind."

　　"Today, the poor monk intends to convince people with his strength, refining this blood pool first, and then talking about other things!"

　　"you……"

　　Gorefiend, listen, very natural

　　What did he say, he is also a great demon who has practiced for thousands of years, how has he ever suffered such a useless temper?

　　He stared at him now, thinking about what to say.

　　Above the air, the phantom of the idol took another step.

　　It was actually abruptly, forcing him back into the depths of the blood pool and suppressing him.

　　Can't move at all!

　　The ridiculous Gorefiend ancestor was still taunting others there just now.

　　Actually speaking.

　　Today, he himself is the real stealing chicken without losing the rice.

　　Smart is mistaken by smart.

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Chapter 91

　　89. Refining the blood pool, the blood of the ancestors? [Please subscribe, please customize! 】

　　angry, dissatisfied, regretful...

　　In an instant, all kinds of emotions poured in.

　　In the heart of the Gorefiend ancestor, it passed quickly.

　　But now Wuxin has no intention to pay attention to the heart of this Gorefiend ancestor, what is he thinking about.

　　Today, he is sitting cross-legged above the void.

　　All attention was placed on the surging blood pool below.

　　……

　　The hands are constantly bearing the imprint of the idol of the prison.

　　Recite the Heart Sutra.

　　The true air circulates like a transparent mask.

　　It enveloped him all in it.

　　And it is also accompanied by the rise of this infuriating barrier.

　　On all sides, endless blood began to swarm towards Wuxin.

　　No matter, Gorefiend and others believe it or not.

　　Today, Wuxin refining the blood pool has become an established fact.

　　No one can change it!

　　Even with that, the anxiety on the Gorefiend side has become meaningless.

　　……

　　Time ticks by.

　　At the beginning.

　　Wuxin just wanted to use this refining technique.

　　Just oppressing the Gorefiend.

　　However, after the refining work on the blood pool has really started.

　　He only posted 25 minutes, and his previous thoughts were actually biased.

　　compared to Gorefiend.

　　This blood pool in the forbidden area of ​​Mount Shu.

　　It's the real treasure!

　　……

　　This time Wuxin has only refined less than one percent of the blood energy in this blood pool.

　　I actually feel that my cultivation realm has made great progress compared to the previous one.

　　This made him feel a little more excited.

　　"Good stuff!"

　　"If I completely refine the blood and energy of this place, I should be able to completely reach the level of Taiyi Jinxian (Bodhisattva)."

　　"This is thanks to the Gorefiend Brothers for making it happen."

　　Thinking about it, he lowered his head again, swept the blood pool below, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.