Practice starts with skill points

Boom!

"Ah! Zhong Lin!"

The loud sound of thunder and lightning could not cover the screams of fear from Qin Yuchen and Qiu Ye.

Accompanied by the two screams, a strong will of unwillingness burst out violently. Even thousands of miles away, one could feel the strong unwillingness.

Boom!

The bodies of the second and fourth saints of the Jiuyou Demon Cult, which had been tempered by thousands of times, suddenly swelled up, and finally exploded like a huge firework. In an instant, limbs flew across the sky and blood mist filled the air.

Amid the countless fragments, a black as ink and a blood-red as the moon, madly fled in all directions against Zhong Lin's tyrannical power.

"Want to run?"

Zhong Lin sneered, his body did not move, and his palm turned over and condensed his fist.

It suddenly turned into a huge hand that covered the sky, trying to grab the two Xuandan in his hand.

"Elder, save me."

"Elder Xiao Sheng, help me."

A shrill scream came from the Xuandan, and there was also a desire for help.

"Waste."

Boom!

A drop of blood suddenly appeared in front of the Xuandan amid the curses. The blood clan was covered with hideous faces, which was very strange. At this moment, all these faces wailed, and silent but evil sound waves hit the eardrums of everyone present.

Zhong Lin was refreshed, his eyes flashed, and his huge hand pressed down again.

"You want to snatch something from me with just a drop of blood? You think too highly of yourself."

Boom!

Zhong Lin roared, and the strong fist burst out, entangled with the evil will in the blood bead, and started a tragic fight.

Amid the violent trembling of the blood bead, the wailing sound became more intense.

"Ha ha ha! As expected of the Tianjiao of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, the Emperor did not choose the wrong person. It's a pity that he is too weak. Blood Hell God and Demon, Blood Hell Demon God, I control the blood sea and wash the world with blood."

The cold voice contained an unimaginable evil power that was so strong that the vast territory was red. Even the sun hanging in the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of blood light.

For a moment, countless strong men in the entire East Wasteland were alarmed, some calculated, some raised their eyes, some were surprised, and some sneered.

Buzz!

A sword sound resounded through the sky, and a long sword suddenly appeared in Zhong Lin's hand.

With a casual stroke, it turned into a thousand miles of red sword energy, covering the blood bead.

"Cut!"

Zhong Lin shouted.

Boom!

The blood bead exploded under the sword energy, but the next moment, accompanied by a rustling sound, endless blood flowed out of the blood bead, like a rolling sea of ​​blood, swallowing up mountains, rivers, and vegetation wherever it passed.

"Zhong Lin!"

King Taixu, who witnessed this scene, had his eyes wide open and roared, wanting to go to the rescue.

"Hehehe, King Taixu, your opponent is me."

Yuan Bin sneered and slapped out a palm print, blocking King Taixu from crossing the thunder pool.

"Yuan Bin, get out of the way."

King Taixu was extremely anxious at this time. Although Zhong Lin was strong, he had just broken through Nirvana. How could he be the opponent of Xiao Sheng, the powerful king of the Demon Sect.

"Are you heartbroken? Hehehe, he is indeed a genius disciple. Even I am a little jealous of his qualifications. It's a pity that he is going to die. Hehehe, it's really interesting."

Facing King Taixu's more crazy attack, Yuan Bin responded with all his strength while disturbing his mind with words.

On the other side, Zhong Lin, who was drowned in the sea of ​​blood, did not show any panic on his face.

He took a step forward, his five fingers were smooth and soft, and the acupoints were shining. The rolling blood waves were actually sucked into his body.

"I am the new firewood in the furnace of heaven and earth. I will melt the blood waves to help me practice."

The sea of ​​blood shook, and it pressed down like a curtain, trying to melt Zhong Lin completely, but at this moment it continued to flow into his body.

In an instant, Zhong Lin's body was full of blood, and a bloody, violent, and cruel meaning emanated from him.

"What a strange blood, how many people did this demon kill?"

Zhong Lin felt the violent and cruel wailing in the sea of ​​blood and couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He had practiced the "Blood Demon Devouring Art" and naturally knew that this was not just what the blood essence could do, but was melted through endless killings, the resentment, pain, and hideous will of the living beings before death.

Therefore, once it is performed, the opponent will be immediately impacted by the negative emotions in it, and the soul will spread under this impact if it is not careful.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Zhong Lin had already comprehended the spiritual realm, so he was naturally not afraid of this evil thought. With a move of his mind, he felt a sword light flashing in his mind, easily cutting it off and destroying it.

The furnace of heaven and earth was running, and the blood was burned by the blazing flames and turned into the purest blood essence, pouring into Zhong Lin's body, just like a thin stream of warm air blowing in from the vents, making the whole body fall into an extreme enjoyment, making people unable to help sinking.

A little bit, a little bit, a little bit, until it finally merged into the muscles and bones of the whole body like the Yangtze River.

Kakaka!

Zhong Lin's muscles and bones stretched out, and the whole body slowly expanded and shrank.

Over and over again, bursts of explosions came from his body, like drums.

In just a moment, Zhong Lin absorbed blood energy that was purer and more massive than that in the blood pool of the Emperor's Secret Realm.

"Good opportunity."

Zhong Lin's eyes became extremely bright. Such a huge amount of blood and qi is the best fuel to support his practice of "The Immortal Sutra". There are not many opportunities to find such a chance again.

The fifth level of "The Immortal Sutra" requires blood rebirth to integrate one's own will into every inch of muscle, blood, bones, and even every hair, just like a blood bead, with its own life rhythm and spirituality.

According to the full-level memory transmitted by the system panel, in the fifth level of "The Immortal Sutra", every inch of the flesh seems to be alive, with its own breathing, its own thinking, and can even leave the body at any time and develop itself.

Even a drop of blood can be transformed into a human and evolve into a human body.

In this way, even if you are killed by someone and only a speck of dust is left, this speck of dust will gradually grow up and become yourself again.

At this moment, Zhong Lin frantically operated the "Immortal Sutra". The surging blood and qi merged into the flesh in a strange pattern, and his own consciousness merged his own thoughts into it with the circulation of blood and qi, permeating every corner of the body.

"Gaga, die!"

Old man Xiao Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, and blood was surging around him. His eyebrows were ferocious, and there was no emotion in his bloodshot eyes. Countless negative emotions were twisted and condensed into a strange will.

In the shock of his vitality, his red hair fluttered and he laughed wildly.

"Cry! Scream! Die!"

He waved his sleeves suddenly, and the blood in the sky surged, and suddenly slapped down towards Zhong Lin like the sky turned upside down.