Mo Xiaosha lay in the ban and looked into the distance with great hatred.

She is weak and powerless now. If it weren't for the bloody path under her, she would have suffered a irreparable damage. However, the shock is still transmitting, and it is heavier than at all previous moments. If this continues, her level will really fall and it will be difficult to make up for it.

"puff……"

Another mouthful of blood was squirting out, and Mo Xiaoxiao hated Luo Yang. The other party was obviously a small person, but if it were the past, she could solve a lot of problems with it at will, but she would let the other party seize the opportunity and not only get rid of all their wealth, but also use the terrible formation here to continuously weaken it.

"Hahaha, I've been trapped in the seal for many years and haven't walked out to walk. This body of magic bone is almost rusted. OK, very good. Since you don't want me to live a good life, I won't want you to live a good life."

Anyone who is familiar with Mo Xiaosha knows that the goddess laughs, which is the sign of anger. However, the smile did not last long, and the sound of the drums resounded throughout the spiritual pot, and the blood path changed.

"What?" Mo Xiaosha, who had never had many expressions on his face, made an exception today. He hated, laughed, was shocked, and angry, which made her experience the emotional fluctuations that she almost forgot.

There are thirteen positions in the Refining Pot, which are used to store guards and guards, which can put pressure on masters who are trapped in bans.

On the first post, there was a figure of a hundred meters high, which was the war pattern giant that had reached its limit.

I saw golden light lingering on my tall body, purple air soaring into the sky, as if it formed two extremes of day and night, rotating around my body. My beard and hair exploded, and the golden retriever poked out from the slits of the purple scales on my body and exploded and grew very individually, looking very fierce.

The razor-shaped dragon horn, silver eagle beak, golden wings, anchor tail, and third eye, where did it look like it? It has turned into a complete monster.

The giant's eyes were full of violence and tended to get out of control. He kept punching and attacking Mo Xiaosha at the direction where he was, allowing layers of force to pass on, and used this method to relieve stress.

The war pattern giant reached its carrying limit, which was much more dark power than Luo Yang expected to consume. This strange war pattern giant even feeds back its functions, causing the Xuantian war pattern on its body to change accordingly.

Dragon horns, golden wings, anchor tail scales, and four arms all of them all consumed about five percent of the divine intention fluctuations, so that as soon as they broke through to the level of the Great Saint, they began to rise and move upward, reaching the mid-level level of the seventh level war saint.

Nowadays, the war pattern is indeed very attainable, but it is also limited.

Because the War Pattern Giant has exceeded the existing level too much, it is unable to call it, just like a baby dance sledgehammer, which is difficult to control. Therefore, it can only be placed in the God Refining Pot and ordered to attack all enemies sucked into the pot. After that, Luo Yang will nothing happen. Attacking Mo Xiaosha is like instinct, and he will continue to fight tirelessly until the enemy is exploded.

In this way, there is no place to consume space and dark energy. What should I do? Luo Yang was quick to learn to think about the difficulty of building an anchor tail for the war pattern giant, and it was simple to build a third eye. This phenomenon gave him inspiration. The simpler the thing seems, the less simple it is.

The way is simple, don’t play complicated things, just play simple things.

Luo Yang was attacked before, and sprayed two mouthfuls of blood, blocking the red mist space with him. The War Saint was full of vitality, and the blood mist gathered together to form blood drops. He put his mind on these blood drops.

Grab the blood drops into your hand, hang them above your palm, and then send them into the Xuantian battle pattern, and extend the blood drops with all your strength to form a blood membrane that envelops the body.

The Xuantian War Pattern continues to evolve on the open blood membrane, and the geometric variables quickly consume space dark force.

"Bo..."

The blood membrane was shattered, and Luo Yang was waiting! Another drop of blood was opened, allowing the Xuantian battle pattern to evolve and engrave.

After a while, there was another "pop" sound, and the blood membrane broke down in response to the sound, sputtering out many tiny particles.

Soon these tiny particles will reunite again and condense into blood drops for new attempts, and in the process, they will consume true life support blood drops.

Under the crazy expansion and promotion of the dark energy of the space, Xuantian war patterns are flooded like viruses. Fortunately, Luo Yang found the most laborious cause for it, which is to build a perfect spherical shape.

What is a perfect spherical shape? It means reaching the extreme of physical data at all times, not being affected by any outside world, and needing to block all forces in the world, which sounds nonsense.

It’s good to be nonsense! Can it consume all the divine intention fluctuations in the Xuantian battle pattern without nonsense? This divine intention fluctuation produces space dark energy at all times, just like a dog skin plaster, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

You should know that the outside world is changing at any time, such as gravity, water vapor, electromagnetic, breathing, etc. If you want to maintain a nearly eternal circle with a drop of blood, is it a daydream? Or a daydream?

The circle is simple, too simple. Isn’t it just a circle? How difficult can it be to cover the body? In fact, it is really difficult. The Xuantian War Pattern has the characteristics of self-evolving, and it keeps splashing ink on the blood membrane. After drawing it once, it doesn’t work, but it doesn’t work, but it doesn’t work, and it’s time to start again.

Luo Yang played the role of a leverage fulcrum to provide "paper" for the battle pattern. Through a hundred, thousand, and ten thousand attempts, he consumed 30% of the vast and boundless fluctuations of divine intentions. However, the problem also followed, and the true life was about to come to an end. Because the blood drops repeatedly collapsed and needed to recover, it was too cost-effective to consume a little bit of true life.

"Hehe, I have to thank Mo Xiaosha. If there were no these jade beetles, I would be done."

Five bright light trees appeared, and white light was possessed with a slight urge, while the jade beetle quickly collapsed and shattered.

In fact, this is the power of the God Refining Pot. Luo Yang thought that the jade beetles might not be enough, and he might have to tossed the corpses sealed by the undead tribes. He couldn't help thinking in his heart: "Made, come quickly and go quickly, I'm just here! I can't cover up the good things. The key is that I didn't want to take the risk this time, because I was forced by Mo Xiaosha. I hope to get the battle pattern as soon as possible and then settle it with her."

The blood membranes are growing and shattered over and over again, and I can’t remember how many times I repeat them.

It’s true that countless geometric figures of the word “Kai” are superimposed, and complex golden patterns are carved on the blood membrane, making the “circle” stable.

Luo Yang raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Stay calm? Hurry up! Make some noise."

The fifth little girl had already eaten her belly and watched her master "play" beside her. After receiving the order, she immediately started to motivate and stepped on the blood membrane circle covered with golden patterns to make trouble.

An amazing scene appeared, the blood film was towering and motionless. It was obviously just a thin film. Under the engraving of the Xuantian War Pattern, it ignored all kinds of external forces, which made Luo Yang's chin almost fall off.

"Successful? How is that possible?"

This is the first time in his life that he did not want to succeed, because success means there is no place to relieve the hidden power.
Chapter completed!