Mortal's journey to immortality

April 13, Chen time.

The red clouds accumulated over the Manghai Sea became more and more dense, filling the entire sky. Looking far into the distance, the sky a thousand miles away from the Bloody Battle City was covered with gray clouds. From the battlefield to the Manghai Sea in the direction of the Bloody Battle City, there were endless floating clouds. The huge, unclear red clouds, and the faint red light scattered by the red clouds, reflected on the faces of humans, demon cultivators, and demon beasts. Everyone and the demons seemed to have eaten something inexplicable, and their faces showed an abnormal reddish color. .

The wind blows, the clouds surge, the trees move, the birds chirp and the beasts roar, and the decisive battle is about to begin.

In the direction of the human race, in the center are the seven southern sects headed by the Dream Sect. The seven ancestors of the God Transformation Stage stand as steady as a rock in front of the formation, looking at hundreds of thousands of fifth- and sixth-level monsters and nearly 5,000 people ten miles away. A monk of the Golden Core Stage of Fengyan Sect.

The seven sects only have more than 7,000 Golden Core Stage monks, more than 700 Nascent Soul stage experts, and four late Yuanying Stage masters. They faced hundreds of thousands of monsters and Fengyan Sect monks without any fear or wavering.

The majority of the demon clan is the Red Ape clan. The Red Ape clan dispatched two eight-level peak semi-transformed warriors to lead hundreds of thousands of demon clans. The rest include two great masters of the late Nascent Soul from the Feng Yan Sect.

With Liu An's nod, the Yao Lord of Tianyao Sect leaped to the middle of the battlefield. He looked at one of the two eight-level peak powerhouses of the Red Ape clan and said firmly: "Ape madman, follow the old rules."

"Haha, Yuan Gang, this battle is left to you. You can only win, sacrifice your blood to the human race, and kick off the final victory for our clan!" Madman Yuan said in a loud voice that shook the heavens.

"Child, take command!" As soon as the Ape Maniac finished speaking, an ape with a humanoid appearance, red hair like steel needles, and muscles as hard as rocks appeared from the demon army and came to the Ape Maniac. .

What moved the human race was that this monkey's movements were extremely agile, so fast that it was almost impossible to tell whether it was an afterimage or its real body.

Wang Lu was in the army at this time. When he saw Yuan Gang's body skills and the ordinary but extremely pure light evil spirit emanating from his body, he knew that this monkey was very difficult to deal with.

When Yao Jun saw this, he just chuckled. He faced the two monkeys and raised his hands gently. A middle-stage golden elixir monk calmly walked out of the crowd. His figure flashed a few times before he came. Beside Yaojun, Feng Qingyun looked at his opponent Yuan Gang calmly.

Yaojun and Madman Yuan naturally retreated to the front of the army and handed over the battlefield to them.

When the human army saw this man coming out to fight, they burst into roaring shouts. Following the strong wind unique to Manhai, the shouts kept circling in the air, as if driven by the wind, the momentum was spread far to other places. Four battlefields.

"This person is the black blood who has suddenly risen like a comet from the Blood Prison recently. Despite his honest appearance, he is actually a ruthless person. He has already practiced the Blood Prison's low-level skill "Hiding Blood Art" When you reach the fifth level, if you don't take action, your gesture will be earth-shattering. You can compete with Huang Yan from our sect. He is a deep and powerful character. Wang Lu, you should observe carefully." Lei Shun led Wang Lu and stood near the human army. In front of him, he sent a message to him.

Wang Lu nodded gently.

He discovered that the younger generation of the seven sects, not only Xue Ling'er, Huang Yan, Feng Zhizi, Chen Ya'er, He Chan... from the three demon sects, did not show up on the battlefield, but even the bitter medicine from the four righteous sects, Xu Lei... and others did not show up either.

He understood that the seven sects had unanimously prepared for the worst, and could only retain the best ten or so disciples to have a chance to turn things around. Otherwise, the sect would really be wiped out.

He had the opportunity to leave, but he just thought about it. He left, won, and was said to have escaped from the battle. He failed and lived in a mediocre manner. Neither of the two results was what he wanted. In this case, why not kill him vigorously? field.

The people in Futang have left, and Chen Yaer will also leave. If he dies in battle, he will not be able to go to Northern Xinjiang to retrieve the middle volume of the "Six Talisman Books" in person, but his disciple Ding Yuting will go on his behalf. Ting has senior sister Xie Lingyun and senior brother Tian Yidong to protect him, and has the entire Talisman Hall to protect him. He has no regrets.

Heixue and Yuangang were thirty feet apart, and both were carefully observing each other's every move. As time went by, the two of them continued to let go of their aura, and their aura increased steadily. Under the conflict between the two people's auras, the two bodies The air in front of him erupted with bursts of crackling sounds.

In Yuan Gang's view, the blood in the black blood kept pouring out, directly wrapping the black blood, and it was so thick that he could no longer see his figure.

At this moment, a sudden feeling of danger suddenly appeared in his heart.

A purple scimitar instantly appeared in his hand, and he slashed with his backhand.

A "rumbling" sound came from behind him.

Black Blood came quietly behind Yuan Gang at some point. The place covered in blood in front still existed, which gave Yuan Gang the illusion that he was still where he was.

Because Yuangang was unprepared, he was struck five feet away by the red jade ruler in Heixue's hand. If his body refining had not reached the realm of surpassing the Vajra, he would have been seriously injured.

The black blood was unyielding, he jumped in front of Yuan Gang like a ball, summoned all the magic power in his body, and hit him one foot at a time.

With each foot taken, the entire space seemed to be fixed by a square. Even the demon power in Yuangang's body seemed to be stagnant for a moment with each foot dropped.

This is the fifth level in "The Art of Hiding Blood": coagulating blood and freezing the soul.

The fifth level requires the cultivation of Jindan Dzogchen to be able to practice.

It's just that Heixue is a genius. After five years of condensing the golden elixir, his magic power is already comparable to that of the Dzogchen master of the Blood Prison Golden elixir. At the same time, he has cultivated the fifth level of the "Blood Hidden Art" to the level of Dzogchen. , about to break through the sixth level.

He did not practice the sixth-level skills, but found a new way and did the opposite. He integrated the skills into his own magic weapon, directly using three-quarters of his blood essence, and used the formation's blessing to achieve the ultimate goal. Forge your own magic weapon, then practice the fifth level to perfection, release three-quarters of your blood essence again, and forge the blood ruler.

After three hundred years, when he felt that the Blood Ruler already possessed one-third of the magical power of the fifth-level technique, and there was no possibility of further improvement, he began to try to practice the sixth level of the "Blood Hiding Technique".

He himself was a person who became famous with Bai Yifan of the Dream Sect more than 300 years ago. This made the entire Blood Prison feel that God had finally favored them and produced such a rare genius in a thousand years. During the foundation building period, he put "Hidden" "Blood Jue" has been cultivated to the fourth level of Dzogchen.

Who would have thought that after he condensed the golden elixir, it took him a full three hundred years to reach the peak of the fifth level? Compared with other core disciples of the Blood Prison, he was considered excellent, but it made the Blood Prison feel that he was already incompetent. Everyone.

At the time of the war between the human and demon clans, Black Blood, who had been dormant for three hundred years, suddenly erupted violently like a volcano that had been dormant for a long time. Whether it was the sixth-level demon beast of the demon clan or the golden elixir stage of Feng Yan Sect, he was facing off. The strong ones were all killed by him one by one. Even Chang Feng Banzhu Xiang, the third person in Feng Yan Sect's Golden Core Stage, Feng Yue Wushuang, was beaten to death by him under the blood ruler before he could reach it and became famous on the battlefield.

When one foot after another, the square shadows that could freeze Yuan Gang's demonic power made Yuan Gang's swing of the sword slower and slower, the eyes of the Blood Ancestor of the Blood Prison brightened, and he knew that this battle would soon end with a black-blooded battle. It ends in victory.

He also regretted very much why he couldn't send Black Blood away. Now it was too late. There were only thirty-eight places. Any remedy would be useless.

That grand formation, each token, was carefully refined by Tian Yidong for half a year. It took him a full nineteen years, and refining the formation token took about five years, and would be branded as a monk. The mark of oneself cannot be erased.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the black blood who was about to kill Yuan Gang.

In an instant, the situation in the field took a turn for the worse, catching people by surprise.