However, the blood evil energy is usually only available on the battlefield when fighting, so the limitations of this magical power are very large. Generally speaking, even if a monk learns this magical power, it is difficult to cultivate it to the point of entering the hall. Now Li Yan has not only entered the hall, but also wants to continue the evil energy to become more powerful.

Every kind of supernatural power that can be cultivated will be integrated into a good monk and become a part of the body. It will be as easy and easy as waving his arms.

The time for absorbing the blood evil energy lasted for about a moment, and soon Li Yan felt that his magical power had reached the level of success as described.

"It does feel like blood is connected. This blood-light instant killing technique seems to be more familiar than before. Just try it out." Li Yan said in his heart, and his body suddenly flashed and disappeared from the spot with a sign. By the time he appeared, he was already three steps away, as if he had moved a distance out of thin air.

Then he took a step to the side, and what was surprising was that Li Yan had another person separated and took another step in the opposite direction.[

Li Yan looked at it and felt happy: "It's true that this magical power is the same as you said. This great power can use the blood evil energy to condense a short-term clone to disturb the enemy's ears and ears. If you pay attention to the enemy in the future, you may be deceived by the fake clone.

The clone is exactly the same as Li Yan, and also carries his aura. However, this clone does not have the seven emotions and six desires of a cultivator, so if you observe carefully, you can still find it. However, it is not certain when facing the enemy, because the cultivator will not have the time to consider this.

After just a few breaths, the clone turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated. It seemed that the duration was not long, but this was enough.

The ghost-headed sword, which had lost the blood evil energy, was filled with resentment. This resentment was gathered by the thoughts left by the monks. It was also huge and scary. If it was left in the ancient tomb for a few years, it would definitely become a powerful Yin soldier.

"By the way, my Tai A sword also sealed five Yin soldiers. I fused the Sword of Destruction into the five Yin soldiers. Now I can command freely. If the Yin soldiers absorb this resentment, maybe their cultivation will be further." Thinking of this, Li Yan took out the Tai A sword and waved it and appeared again. However, he found that the Yin soldiers at this time were not as fierce as before in the ancient tomb, and seemed a little weak.

"By the way, these Yin soldiers had fought for a while and were attacked by many monks, and they were "shooted" by the scorching sun for so long that the Yin Qi dissipated a lot. Now their strength is probably not as good as those in the ancient tomb." Li Yan said intimately.

However, when these five Yin soldiers came out, the resentment on the ghost-headed sword seemed to be attracted by some kind of attraction, and the bodies of these Yin soldiers also became solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye, completely different from the illusory feeling in the past.

Li Yan was satisfied when he saw this. Sure enough, this Yin soldier was able to absorb resentment and strengthen himself. This was similar to the method of condensing the sword energy of the Sword of Destruction, because resentment is also a kind of thought.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" Taia'a sword vibrated at this time, and a special inscription flashed. The black light seemed to break out of the body.
Chapter completed!