Three hundred and fiftieth chapters day hate drink hate(2/2)
It seems that even after being burned by the golden flame for so long, he has not been seriously injured.
However, Old Demon Qingyang keenly noticed that Xueyin's dark eyes were slightly dimmed, and the billowing black clouds in them were also much calmer.
Secretly hiding his joy in his heart, Old Demon Qingyang cupped his hands and said:
"Fu Jun deliberately spared this person's life, but you still want to use his power to break the formation?"
"You, a monk, are quite sensible.
Yes, without the cultivation of the mid-stage Nascent Soul, even if you refine the Blood God Pill, you will not be able to influence the power of the Blood Sea, so I have no other choice."
Because of the old demon Qingyang's action against the old monster Tianhen, Xueyin seemed to have some trust in him and actually explained it.
"Then...the blood servant thing is true?"
Old Demon Qingyang asked with a struggling expression.
"Giggle, what do you think?"
Xueyin stared at the old demon Qingyang with a strange expression.
"Huh~ It doesn't matter if it's true, Lu doesn't mind being the servant of the Lord!"
Old Demon Qingyang exhaled a heavy breath, raised his head suddenly and said.
"Gee, you human monks are really interesting!
There are those who would rather fight than be slaves, and there are also those like you who are willing to be slaves just to survive.
When this king comes to rule the world, he must be well disciplined!"
After Xueyin laughed, his expression suddenly condensed, and the two Blood God Pills floating in the air flew into the mouths of Qingyang and Tianhen.
Immediately, the two blood-armored skeletons spurted bloody light beams from their mouths again, covering the two of them.
Even with the supplementary skills, after swallowing the Blood God Pill, their bodies still showed signs of restlessness.
The bulges, like mice, were scurrying around under their skins.
This scene would frighten an ordinary person to faint, but with Qingyang's temperament, he just frowned slightly and ignored it.
On the other side, the old monster Tianhen, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was also refining the Blood God Pill instinctively. After all, with his current injury, refining the Blood God Pill was his only chance to survive.
Perhaps because of the help of the Wuxiang Blood Divine Art, the entire refining process was not long at all and only took a few hours.
As soon as Old Demon Qingyang opened his eyes, he felt the huge power of Qi and blood in his body.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he turned his right hand into a knife and chopped off his left arm.
As a result, before any magical healing powers could be used, numerous bloodshot threads poured out from the broken hole, and the severed arm retracted suddenly after being connected.
The broken arm injury is back to normal!
Qingyang Old Demon suddenly showed an expression of ecstasy, then his smile froze, and he suddenly knelt down and said:
"Master, please drive Lu to your heart's content today!"
"Very good! Take this ignorant person and go to the center of the Blood Sea Formation."
Xue Yin gave an order, and the naked old devil Tianhen walked away from the old devil Qingyang with a blank expression.
Losing consciousness is the result of being forcibly refining the Blood God Pill.
Since a puppet without consciousness cannot control the formation, the Xueyin came up just to trick them, hoping that they would take the initiative to swallow the Blood God Pill.
However, if only one person loses consciousness, Xueyin can barely accept it.
After the old demon Qingyang responded respectfully, he took the old demon Tianhen who was like a puppet on strings and fled to the depths of the blood sea.
"You also go and prepare. If another group of human monks gets in the way, you will kill them immediately."
After watching Qingyang and the others go away, Xueyin explained to the two blood-armored skeletons with a solemn expression.
"Yes, Master!"
The blood-armored skeleton responded without any surprise.
After everyone left, Xueyin clenched his fists and murmured excitedly:
"It's almost! It's almost! When I break free from the seal and swallow the Rakshasa, I will be the Lord of the Ghost Mansion! The Lord of the Human Realm! Hahaha..."
Amidst the wild laughter, under the pull of invisible force, a huge vortex with the altar as the center and encompassing the entire sea of blood gradually took shape.
...
Not far from where Qingyang and Tianhen encountered the blood-armored skeleton, the figures of Luo Hong and Han Li appeared, and they happened to see the shocking changes taking place in the blood sea.
"What a great formation!
Junior Brother Han, the current situation is obviously suitable for the sixth plan we have discussed.
Chapter completed!