Fengshen: The opening spoiler of King Zhou, the plot collapsed

Everyone searched for their prestige, and at this moment, Yin Hong held the blood essence refining stone and a drop of golden blood essence.

It's just that the blood has just appeared.

In the sky, the originally quiet thunderclouds suddenly appeared.

"This...this blood essence!!!" Yuanshi Tianzun, who had passed through the mysterious light realm, was stunned the moment he saw the blood essence!

The saint Laozi on the side also frowned, staring closely at the past.

"No, it's impossible! Isn't Houtu controlled by Nuwa? This...this blood!"

"What's the situation?" Yin Hong looked at the drop of blood in his hand in a daze, and then raised his head to look at the cloud that was covering over.

Faintly, he seemed to feel something.

I quickly thought to myself: Not good!

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===Chapter 395 Protecting the Dharma for the Crown Prince===

Obviously, Yin Hong at this moment has already noticed something strange.

Because the power emitted by the blood essence in this hand is actually similar to the blood essence in his body that has just advanced to the ancestral witch level.

Could it be that my aunt Jiufeng was already in the domain of the gods, and she secretly promoted to the strength of the ancestral witch?

After thinking about it for a while, Yin Hong figured out the joints.

After all, God's Domain is not connected with this piece of Pangu space.

Then even if Jiufeng advanced to the level of ancestral witches in the realm of the gods, he would naturally not be affected by this world.

But now, the God Realm, which the essence and blood left, appeared in this world.

That will naturally be induced.

It's normal to usher in thunder calamity like this.

Fortunately, it was just a sudden drop of strange blood, which did not attract too much attention from the rules of heaven.

However, this trace of thunder cloud also made the immortals in the audience a little puzzled.

But the news that Jiufeng was suddenly promoted to Zuwu, Yin Hong naturally wanted to keep it secret.

In order to avoid people talking too much and leaking news.

Quickly grasping the blood essence with his little hand, he made a small hidden trace of the divine way in the palm of his hand.

Completely cut off, the law of heaven's response to this first drop of witch blood.

It was at the same time that Yin Hong made this hidden trace of the divine way.

The thundercloud that was originally under control seemed to have suddenly lost its target, and after a few rotations, it disappeared.

So, in the eyes of everyone.

The thundercloud came and went quickly, as if it had come before, and as if it had never come before.

"This..." All the great immortals were puzzled, scratched their heads, and sighed, "Nowadays, the heavenly secrets are messed up, and even the thunder tribulation is so casual?"

Seeing the dissipation of Lei Jie, Yuan Yuan Tianzun also blinked his eyes, and asked softly to Da Dao Tianzun beside him.

"Brother, did Thunder Tribulation appear just now? Or did I read it wrong? It shouldn't be. When did the laws of heaven become so disordered?"

"Is this..." Lao Tzu narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's just that at this moment, he didn't directly answer Yuan Shi's question, but locked his eyes firmly on Yin Hong's palm.

It's a pity that it is always separated by the Xuanguang Realm.

No matter how strong his immortal technique was, he still couldn't directly see what happened in Yin Hong's hand through the entrance mirror.

But the only certainty in his heart is that he is not mistaken!

That drop of blood just now is definitely at the level of ancestral witches.

Although in his eyes, Zu Wu is not a remarkable and powerful character.

After all, no matter how strong the ancestral witch is, he is at best a quasi-sage with a strong physical body.

After all, he was still one step short of being a saint.

Even if all the eleven ancestral witches were resurrected, he would feel comfortable and not afraid.

Unless the Twelve Ancestral Witches gather together to launch the Twelve Heavenly Capitals' Great Formation.

The old man asked himself, but he could only put his tail between his legs, and had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

But right now, that's not what he's paying attention to.

It's that there are only twelve ancestor witches in the world, and the other eleven have long since died and cannot die anymore.

So where did that drop come from?

Is it possible that it is from the back soil?

But the feeling that drop of blood essence gave him was not the thickness of the earth.

On the contrary, within that drop of blood essence, there was faintly the warmth of water, the chill of ice, and the rage of thunder.

A three-attribute ancestor witch?

When this idea appeared in Daode Tianzun's mind, even he himself shook his head unconsciously.

Among the twelve ancestor witches back then, Xuanming, the only one with dual attributes, was already so terrifying that he rushed all the way to the heaven.

What about these three attributes?

Moreover, there are no three attributes among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Misread, misread, must have misread just now...

Thinking about it, Daode Tianzun comforted himself in his heart like this.

After all, who would have thought that Jiufeng could break through to the level of the ancestral witch.

The original Jiufeng relied on the body of the great witch, and there was the only great witch with a soul, so that he could be tough with Kunpeng.

If this guy can still advance to Zuwu, what kind of terrifying strength is that?

You know, Jiufeng is not only the proud disciple of Xuan Ming, one of the most powerful twelve ancestor witches, but also the younger sister of Qiang Liang, one of the twelve strongest ancestor witches!

And Xuanming controls the ice and rain, and Qiangliang controls the thunder.

Jiufeng is undoubtedly the most blessed person in the Wu clan.

Fortunately, Lao Tzu didn't see through the joints, so Yin Hong hid it in time.

Otherwise, even if you sacrifice some price, you must definitely get rid of this scourge as soon as possible.

Otherwise, this is definitely a more terrifying existence than Xuanming back then.

Because Xuanming doesn't have the laws of the thunder system, and he doesn't have a soul!

And these, Jiufeng has them all!

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At this time, Yin Hong didn't know himself at all, and almost brought disaster to Jiufeng.

Fortunately, his prudence saved Jiufeng's life in the end.

At this moment, he did not dare to expose that essence and blood in full view.

In addition, things like refining blood essence.

The more mysterious nature is, the more gimmick it is.

Otherwise, just throw the blood essence into the refining stone, and then with a ding dong, the refining is complete?

If it is so simple, I have to charge such a high fee.

Wouldn't it be good to be poked in the back, scolded to the sky, and then take several roller coasters.

Therefore, he was in full view of the public.

Cross one's legs directly!

With a dignified face, he let out a loud drink.

"Mr. Yuan, protect the law for the prince! The prince will refine the blood on the spot."

Hearing this, Yuan Hong was overjoyed!

I don't even think about what happened before.

Raising his big hand, he called a water and fire stick directly, and the whole person lay in front of Yin Hong.

The vigilant and solemn eyes seemed to be warning everyone.

Anyone who dares to take a step forward will definitely be murdered without mercy!

......

Everyone looked at Yuan Hong's expression on who is going to kill whom, and at Yin Hong's nagging behind him.

I also became more and more curious.

After all, who has seen the method of refining witch blood so that everyone can use it?

At this moment, he was afraid of Liusun and Master Yuding, so they didn't dare to bother him at all.

Even the two turned slightly sideways and took several steps to avoid Yuan Hong who happened to block their sight.

When they looked around, they saw that under Yin Hong's tightly closed eyes, his small mouth was even more busy, and he didn't know what to mutter.

"Quick! Remember your mouth shape!" Lao Tzu and Yuanshi Tianzun both reminded each other at the same time.

It's just what Yin Hong is thinking at the moment, even he himself doesn't know what he is thinking.

Yuanshi and Laozi sages, if they want to decipher the secret formula of the formula, it is naturally more difficult than reaching the sky.

But at any rate, both of them are saints, so they imprinted Yin Hong's mouth shape verbatim in their minds.

While Yin Hong was chanting, suddenly beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

When everyone saw it, they were quite curious.

"Look, I'm sweating! The prince is sweating!"

"Sure enough, it doesn't seem that easy to refine blood essence."

"Well, I just don't know how long it will take to refine the blood essence."

"..."

After a few more breaths, everyone saw Yin Hong's face, and blushes began to slowly appear.

After the blush dissipated, red, white, blue, green, all kinds of colors were like neon lights, constantly changing on his face.

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===Chapter 396 He doesn't want to make trouble ===

At this moment, the immortals were stunned!

"The prince is really not lying to me. The complexion can be so weird. It seems that it really takes a lot of energy."

"Looking at it poorly, why do you feel that the prince is going to be insane at any time, this refining work is too dangerous, isn't it?"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooery

"Damn, the poor Taoist said that the price of [-] volcanic coins is too expensive! But looking at it now, it is expensive? A hundred poor Taoists seem to be cheap! After all, the prince is in danger of going crazy. !"

"I, I'm also touched! One hundred, one hundred is really not expensive, it's too cheap!"

"Maybe... maybe it's because of the blood essence of the great witch? If it was replaced with the blood essence of the witch man, it shouldn't be so difficult, right?"

Finally, just when the color on Yin Hong's face began to flow rapidly, changing hundreds of times every breath, the color of his face.

"Ding dong!"

The reminder sound in my mind is crisp and pleasant.

At this moment, Yin Hong was also depressed.

It's so good that it's refined in a split second, so it's so exhausting.