The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 488 Seven Days Blood Curse

  At this time, Yue Hongling was basically in a burst state.

  It's ridiculous to say that the reason for the explosion is not because of the swordsman's fighting spirit in the face of a strong enemy, but because he feels that he can't be a burden to a small man.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Zhao Changhe slashing at Ao Tou angrily. He was obviously not affected by this halo of blood sea, but seemed to have a little bonus. One strike, although it seems impossible to break through the defense, it accurately interferes with the opponent's connection between heaven and earth—or the connection with the environment.

   Zhao Changhe's perception of the first layer of secret storage is this, and it just fits him very well. Originally, the spread of this wave of blood was not only the effect of making Yue Hongling's qi and blood disorder, but also the kind of blood that was as fierce as a knife, and could cut the lives within the range into pieces. But Zhao Changhe pulled the knife, the knife stopped the bleeding, the evil spirit around him was calm, and he was able to suppress it with his knife.

  Blood is full of mountains and rivers VS blood is full of mountains and rivers, they are both making a fuss about blood and evil spirits, and Xue Ao, who is restrained by corpse demons, has never played Zhao Changhe. Even the effect of absorbing nutrients from flesh and blood to restore supplies is not good enough. The eyelid was injured a little by Yue Hongling before, and it was still bleeding.

   It's just that Zhao Changhe is still frowning, dissatisfied with his aggressiveness. This knife only limited the external environment of the Xueao, and it failed to break the defense after all, and the effect was not ideal.

  In any case, Zhao Changhe has achieved his role, but she, Yue Hongling, has not played her role...How long will she be his guide, before she will become his burden?

   Is it tolerable or unbearable!

  Feeling that half of the meaning of existence has been lost, the heroine can't stand it from the bottom of her heart. When the sword stabs out, there is really a sense of celestial pull that changes color. As if following this sword, the sun set in the west, and the setting sun happened to set on the top of the mountain.

  Although it is not enough to break through the big hurdle in front of the battle, this sword is indeed infinitely close to the level that the double secret treasure should have. It hurt not only the body, but the spirit platform.

  The sharp sword energy pierced into the forehead, Xueao roared in pain, and there was a slight flaw in the spiritual platform that was not tightly integrated with the body.

  The corpse demon was overjoyed, a wisp of black air seeped out from the Gu worm, and got in along with the wound.

It was cool, but Yue Hongling was in a tragedy. The moment he lost the restraint of the corpse demon, waves of blood gushed out from Xueao's mouth, and Yue Hongling was so close that he couldn't avoid it. Flying backwards like a string kite, blood spilled all over the sky.

   "Fuck!" Zhao Changhe's heart twitched, and he was about to leap out to meet him, when suddenly a huge force hit him and he couldn't stand up, he staggered for several steps before standing still.

  Looking up, the Xueao was shaking crazily, its four legs completely left the blood pool at the bottom, stepped on the ground, and rushed around frantically.

  The mountain trembled wildly, and the ground shook.

  It was in the depths of the Lingtai, where two souls were fighting for the control of Xue Ao's body, and they had gone crazy.

   Xueao's body is completely unconsciously rushing around, instinctively tearing up all visible life, the desire to make up for the lack of flesh and blood!

   "Boom!" The Xueao slammed into Zhao Changhe heavily, and Zhao Changhe jumped over in the air, narrowly avoiding the impact, and the Xueao hit the rock beside the pool, smashing the huge rock like tofu.

   "Bang!" Yue Hongling, who had been shaken into the air before, was barely able to land at this moment, and just when he looked up, he saw the Xueao sprinting towards him frantically.

  Yue Hongling's qi and blood were weak for a while, his body turned inside out, blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth, how to dodge this rush?

  Zhao Changhe suddenly passed by, picked up Yue Hongling and fled out. Xue Ao just rushed past, and the air wave brought the two of them rolling on the ground several times, narrowly hitting the boulder on the edge of the cliff, Zhao Changhe was hit so hard that he couldn't hold Yue Hongling, the two sprayed a mouthful of blood and scattered it on both sides.

The corpse demon's thoughts were conveyed in the void, echoing with the waves of blood: "The knife that slashed at the sky spirit just now, do it again! As long as it can hurt its sky spirit cover and break its heaven and earth roots, I can completely drive this guy out Don't worry, I'm pestering you, this turtle won't back down, it'll just bump around!"

  Zhao Changhe looked up, only to see the body of the mad Xueao rushing out of the mountain again.

  Outside the mountain, there are still countless Spirit Race people and Xia people fighting! Seeing Xue Ao rushing, the group of people were dumbfounded.

   Being run over by this heavy tank, how many people will die?

  Yue Hongling endured the severe pain as if the bones were falling apart, leaped up, landed on the head of the claw, and was about to stab down with the sword, when the blood claw shook violently, and threw her off again.

  Zhao Changhe stepped forward in a relay, looking at the vacant space where the quasi-blood Ao Xinli hadn't yet emerged, and tried his best to cut Aotou fiercely across the board.

  The wave of blood was broken, the precious knife cut on the head of the turtle, and the scalp was broken, but there was nothing to do with the bones.

  Not Enough...Output Not Enough...

  Zhao Changhe choked on the creases of his claws, and tried his best not to be thrown out in the violent turbulence. His eyes fell on the cut flesh, and he could vaguely see a gap where the skull was connected.

  If you want to break in, you can do it. If Yue Hongling is not injured, you can probably do it.

   But he can't do it... This requires all the power to be concentrated at one point, but his own sword energy can't be so extreme, it's too rough.

   To achieve such subtle and extreme sharpness, one must reach the second stage of the Blood Shura Body.

  Li Shentong has long pointed out that body training has a targeted direction, and the second stage of the Blood Shura Body is aimed at this stage, and Zhao Changhe's sword practice is also for this point. All the prerequisites have been completed, the sword intent has been sharpened, the Juntian blood jade has been transformed, everything is ready, only a blade of grass is needed to guide its sharp sword intent to sharpen the blood...

   There are also pills containing razor grass, but I dare not eat them.

  Looking up at the crowd running around at a loss in front of him, and Sisi rushing over like crazy... Zhao Changhe's eyes were filled with madness.

  This sharp-edged sword pill...you may be killed if you eat it, but there is a chance of survival.

   If you don’t eat, you will die. The spirit race is completely collapsed, and even Hong Ling can’t survive...

   No need to choose at all, Zhao Changhe suddenly took out the pill and swallowed it in his mouth.

  Yue Hongling rushed over from behind with all his strength, raised his eyes and saw it, and said in a broken voice, "You don't want to die!"

  Zhao Changhe panted, and said in a low voice: "It's only the last step, how can you give up lightly?"

   "Swish, swish, swish!" Thousands of sword qi surged out of his body and countless sword qi shot out through his body. In just an instant, Zhao Changhe turned into a blood man with sword holes all over his body.

  Zhao Changhe roared in pain, and firmly grasped the folds of the claw's head.

   While Sisi was frantically flying, she felt that her heart was hit by a heavy hammer, and she almost fell.

  On the holy mountain and in the plain, countless people stared blankly. They didn't even know why this foreign man was working so hard for them.

  A Xia army horse brought in by Sisi from the outside world is discussing: "The tortoise's head is... Blood Shura Zhao Changhe?"

   "It should be, the broad knife, the scar... But at this moment, I almost can't recognize it, it's all blood."

   "Isn't this moment more **** Shura..."

   "This is Shura? This is a **** and demon! Is this something a human can bear? He even has the strength to fight!"

Zhao Changhe couldn't see the reactions of Yue Hongling and Sisi, let alone the exclamation of others. The pain of Wan Jian's piercing had made him completely lose his other thoughts. The body is also very painful, but this time I added a little more food.

Ignore these rampant sword qi, find the medicinal properties of the sharp blade grass, draw the sword qi into the blood, guide and temper the energy that was originally washed by the river in the flesh and blood into thousands of sharp strands, in the rushing river It is all sword energy gathered, and this body will be completed.

  Juntian Blood Jade has laid a solid foundation, and I can do it myself...

  Just hold back the pain and don't interfere with your thinking...but...it's so difficult...Zhao Changhe's mind is a little confused, all he sees is bloody, but he just clenches his teeth and holds on.

   Just make it through!

  At this moment, the pain suddenly lightened.

  Zhao Changhe looked inside in astonishment. It wasn't that the pain was relieved, but that the energy in his body was reduced by half, and even the raging sword energy was also weakened by half.

How is this going? Who is so kind, and temporarily reduced Ling Chi on the difficulty of **** to a cold on normal difficulty for me?

  ...

  The distant Wushan.

  Since the appearance of Xue Ao, the blood **** array in the secret cave trembled crazily, as if it had found its related blood and was responding.

  Xue Canghai was sweating profusely and led the crowd to suppress it. All the members of the Blood God Cult couldn't judge what happened to the holy relic's rampage.

   While having a headache, a believer hurriedly came outside and reported anxiously: "Master, Master! Some people worship the mountain, and they are extremely arrogant."

  A clear voice spread throughout the mountains: "Where is Xue Canghai? Langya Wangdao worships the mountain!"

  Xue Canghai was angry and impatient, the sacred object was out of control, and he was in a state of desperation. The large army was in Xiangyang again, and there were not many people on Wushan. A powerful enemy is approaching at this time. Will the Blood God Sect be destroyed here?

  Before he could figure it out, the screams of the guards outside came, and Wang Daozhong kicked them all away one by one.

  Wang Daozhong walked in with his hands behind his back, looked up at the array, and said with a smile: "Coincidentally, something happened to you? Well, I didn't do it, it's just a coincidence, don't stare at me like that."

   Xue Canghai said coldly: "Why did Mr. Wang come here?"

   Wang Daozhong said: "This is the foundation of Zhao Changhe's practice... My Wang family wants this thing, so Zhao Changhe can come to Langya to get it."

   "Fuck you!" Suzaku didn't even dare to **** the sacred objects, how many things are in the king's way? Xue Canghai was furious, and the Blood God Saber flew out: "We will die together!"

   "To die together, do you deserve it?" Wang Daozhong looked at Xue Canghai, who was weak in energy and blood, with a smile, and stabbed out with his sword very casually.

  At this moment, Wang Daozhong's expression changed drastically.

  The qi and blood in the body surged, and the internal organs felt as if they were churning. The pain was so painful that people almost convulsed, and the true qi also dissipated, making them extremely weak.

  Where is the strength left for that sword?

  The Blood God Knife slashed his precious sword away, Xue Canghai was stunned for a moment, and then exulted: "Where is the idiot pretending to be here? Let me die!"

   "Bang!" Wang Daozhong condensed the last bit of strength, slapped Xue Canghai on the side of the knife, and staggered away.

   I was puzzled: "Who poisoned me?"

  ...

In Miao Jiang, before Lei Zhentang fell ill, Lei Zhentang put on his clothes and chanted mantras painstakingly. In front of him was a straw figure with red paper pasted on it, written Wang Daozhong and his birth date. The blood that fell in the lake, cursed for seven days, finally took effect.

  At the same time, Zhao Changhe Wang Daozhong shared the damage, and the energy in his body was almost wiped away at the same time.

   Zhao Changhe who took the Sisi preventive medicine was slightly better, but his energy was weakened, and his body did not suffer any damage. Wang Daozhong was on fire, coughing blood, while fleeing for thousands of miles in the pursuit of the Blood God Cultist, heading straight to the southwest.

  (end of this chapter)