The sharp scythe pierced Mu Yan's chest, and scarlet blood flowed along the blade and onto Jun Zidao's face.
Under Mu Yan's horrified gaze, Jun Zidao released his giant scythe with his right hand and slowly stood up. He looked at the wounds on his shoulders and moved his neck disdainfully, making a clicking sound of bones colliding.
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"Ahem...this...this sickle..."
Mu Yan showed an expression of extreme pain. As his body twitched, black blood spit out from his mouth. Judging from the wound pierced by the giant scythe, his body seemed to be contaminated by a strange force.
The blood all over his body turned black in an instant.
Looking at the two blood slaves standing upright next to him, Junzidao frowned, then flicked his index finger, and the two blood slaves turned into two groups of red light and merged into his storage bracelet.
This blood slave is already a corpse. Only under the control of the person wearing the Blood Ancestral Crystal Ring can he attack without restraint like a puppet, so it can be stored in the storage tool.
Mu Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, watched helplessly as his two blood slaves were put into Junzidao's storage bracelet. He was extremely angry, but he was helpless. He really couldn't figure out why at that moment, he
Having lost the power to control the blood slaves, their actions are not based on their own orders. Could it be that...
Mu Yan raised his head in fear and looked at Junzidao. His vision had become a little blurry, and the injury on his chest made him extremely painful, but he still said with a trembling voice:
"Why...can you...control...my blood slave?"
Now Junzidao, there is only endless killing intent in his eyes. Looking at Mu Yan is like looking at a corpse. He is going to the end of his life anyway, so it is better to tell him the reason directly.
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Jun Zidao snorted coldly, glanced at Mu Yan from the corner of his eye, and said lightly:
"Hmph, you want to use the power of the Blood Ancestor Crystal Ring to become your blood slave, but you have overlooked one point. You and I are both destined to be the Blood Ancestor. Why are you the only one who can control the Blood Ancestor's power?
If you take the initiative to transfer the power of the Blood Ancestral Crystal Ring into my body, isn’t that like a sheep entering a tiger’s mouth?”
After Junzidao's explanation, Mu Yan completely understood. It turned out that this simple step had become his downfall. After Junzidao obtained the power of the Blood Ancestral Crystal Ring, he gained the ability to instantly control the blood slaves.
His ability, when he wanted to train him as a blood slave, he had been hiding it. He even said that he was thrown to the ground by the blood slave, which was also part of his plan.
If he did not plan to train Junzi Dao as a blood slave, then his plan would be self-defeating. The reason for this failure was that he was too arrogant. If he took the lead to kill Junzidao, then he would
There was no possibility of a comeback. In this battle, he made a huge bet, and he lost completely...
"Haha...ha...ahem...it's so ridiculous! Ahem..."
The sound became weaker and weaker, and Mu Yan felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and he gradually lost consciousness and fell into darkness.
In the silent space, only the sound of blood dripping on the floor, tick-tock-tock...
Looking at the dead Mu Yan, the expression on Junzidao's face slowly returned to its original state, as calm as an ancient well without waves. Then, Junzidao leaned down and picked up the giant scythe with one hand, while Mu Yan's body was also hanging on the
On top of the giant scythe, the next second, Junzidao slowly closed his eyes. The surface of the black giant scythe in his hand actually emitted a faint light.
I saw the wound on Mu Yan's chest contracting for a while, and the dripping blood stopped suddenly. Then, the giant scythe in Jun Zidao's hand seemed to have magic power, crazily devouring the essence and blood in Mu Yan's body, and the light emitted suddenly disappeared.
Mixed with a hint of red, as Mu Yan's body became more and more dry, Jun Zidao's face became more energetic, and his pale face became a little more rosy.
After a few breaths, Mu Yan's corpse seemed to have become a mummy, and its body shape had shrunk by nearly one-third, leaving only skin and flesh wrapped around the bones. The appearance was terrifying. As for the gentleman on the side,
At this time, his appearance has been completely restored, and the pale face has been swept away, and there is a red mark in the shape of a blood drop between his eyebrows.
Due to the shrinkage of his body, the Blood Ancestral Crystal Ring slowly fell off from Mu Yan's left index finger and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. After squeezing out the last drop of Mu Yan's essence and blood, Junzidao shook his hand, and Mu Yan transformed into
The mummified corpse shattered into pieces, and bones were scattered all over the ground.
After doing this, Jun Zidao's expression did not change at all. He opened his eyes and looked at the shining blood ancestor crystal ring on the floor. He leaned down and put it on his finger.
Later, Xiang Luoxi picked up his storage bracelet again, closed his eyes, and felt the items inside. He found a golden token, and with a thought, the gold Xuanzong Order appeared in his hand.
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"It seems that this guy is pretty good. It's such a pity that he was killed before he learned the lesson..."
He did not expect that he would encounter such a surprise at the freshman meeting, and he did not expect that Mu Yan would be so stupid.
Even if he is already a corpse, he can train himself as a blood slave. However, he has to inject the power of the Blood Ancestral Crystal Ring into his body while he is still alive. It seems that stupidity is the biggest enemy of man.
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This battle was also extremely dangerous. There were many possibilities of dying, but there was only one chance of victory, but it happened so bizarrely.
Looking around, Junzidao suddenly discovered that after Mu Yan's aura completely disappeared, the gray wall that suddenly appeared behind him suddenly disappeared. There was no trace of the original place. As for the end in front of him, there was still no end in sight.
the promenade,
Frowning, Jun Zidao walked forward tentatively, leaving the pile of bones lying alone on the ground.
At the same time, after the spiritual formation was activated, Xiang Luoxi also ran into trouble.
After passing through various forks in the road, I only heard a strange friction sound, and a gray wall appeared out of thin air behind me. At the same time, the sound of approaching footsteps came from the corridor in front of me.
Narrowing his eyes, Xiang Luoxi thought, and the Qing Yao Sword flew out from the Sifang Yuzhong and put it on his waist. Then he suddenly pulled out the Qing Yao Sword and looked at the dark figure walking in the distance. Xiang Luoxi
Be on guard.
"I see, this is the purpose of the existence of the temple. This path will never end. Everything is under control. When enough people enter, they will naturally meet their opponents..."
A voice came from the other end of the corridor, with a slightly mellow texture. When the two were about ten meters apart, the man stopped. Under the dim candlelight, Xiang Luoxi had some difficulty in seeing his face clearly.
Under the black hair, he has a handsome face, with skin that is whiter than that of a girl. There is no trace of beard on his mouth. His nose is straight and his eyes are delicate. He is unforgettable at a glance.
"My surname is Ling Minghan. This friend is really helpless. It seems that you and I must decide the winner before we can walk out of this passage."
The visitor was very polite, put his hands on his chest, and said some courtesy first.
From the analysis of his behavior, this person is extraordinary and does not come from an ordinary force.
Xiang Luoxi put the Qingyao Sword back on his waist, raised his fist forward, and said in a deep voice:
"My name is Xiang Luoxi. If it is as my brother said, then you and I will eventually have to decide the winner..."
The atmosphere in the air became tense. Both sides knew that this was a fateful decision. Only by defeating the person in front of them could they find a way out.
Seeing that the man didn't have any weapons, Xiang Luoxi put back the Qingyao Sword. Seeing this scene, Ling Han was obviously startled, then he chuckled and said:
"Hehehe...Brother Xiang, please don't take it lightly. I don't use weapons because I am extremely confident in my own strength."
Anyone who can say this kind of thing has either lost his mind or really has some strength.
As soon as the words fell, the two of them took up their postures, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and both sides could clearly hear the other's breathing.
As Xiang Luoxi took the initiative, Ling Han, who was ten meters away, was not afraid at all. The two fists collided, causing layers of wind and waves to blow away. Ling Han in front of him was fierce.
He was startled, and then smiled:
"What a strength! After I entered this place of trial, you are the first person whose strength is equal to mine!"
The two people's feet were on the ground, and the internal forces covered by their right fists began to collide with each other. Under the collision of forces, their fists trembled a little.
Xiang Luoxi had a serious look on his face. The strength of his fists was still increasing, and Ling Han's strength was also increasing. At this moment, the two of them actually reached some kind of wonderful balance.
At the beginning, Xiang Luoxi only used 60-70% of his strength for preliminary testing, which was about 5,000 kilograms with one arm, but Ling Han resisted with the same strength, which really surprised Xiang Luoxi.
With the blessing of internal strength, his strength is increasing rapidly, five thousand kilograms, six thousand kilograms, seven thousand kilograms...
The Ling Han in front of him was not to be outdone, and his strength growth was no less than that of Xiang Luoxi. Under the influence of the powerful force, some cracks appeared on the floor, and there was a cracking sound, but the collision of the two's strength was still not over.
Until his strength suddenly increased to 8,000 kilograms, which is now Xiang Luoxi's ultimate level. At this time, his right fist was trembling slightly, and he gradually gained the upper hand.
Looking at Ling Han in front of him again, when faced with the strength of eight thousand kilograms in one arm, he finally felt a little weak. His right arm began to slowly move towards him. He also wanted to forcibly increase his strength, but he could not increase it to eight thousand kilograms no matter what.
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"drink!"
With Xiang Luoxi's soft drink, the full burst of power directly knocked back Ling Han. However, due to the similar strength between the two, Ling Han did not fly backwards, but just staggered a few steps back, following the right
Ling Han stopped with his feet pressed back against his body.
"Okay! Brother Xiang's power is actually superior to mine. It's interesting! Then I'm going to take action!"
Ling Han laughed loudly, and then started to rub his hands, the bones in his body made a cracking sound, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.
Xiang Luoxi had to pay attention. In his perception, Xiang Luoxi suddenly had a terrifying force in his body. Since he hadn't fought yet, he couldn't determine what kind of force it was, but what he could clearly understand was that it had
Threaten your own abilities!
The next second, Ling Han waved his left hand, and a layer of frost condensed on the surface of his left arm out of thin air. His hand turned into a palm shape. As the frost condensed and extended, his left hand was actually covered with a huge sharp blade.
"Brother Xiang, take out your sword. My ice blade is no weaker than ordinary weapons!"