Updated: 2013-04-08

Gulin's face was getting darker and more, twisting under the flesh and blood, like tentacles. Drops of black blood beads dripped from his mouth and nose, and his body gradually became cold. "Soul-eroding poison... I have never heard of this kind of poison in the world, and even the Spirit Emperor could not compete with it. When did you inject it into my body?"

"The fog and mud are full of poisonous miasma, and I just dispersed the soul-eroding poison in it."

"Impossible! I have always been very cautious and have never inhaled any poisonous miasma aura!"

Ruan Zhen said lightly: "Did you forget the mutated green seal so quickly?"

Gulin suddenly fell silent, "Mutual Qingzhang sucked the soul-eating poison you fired, and I swallowed it again... Ruan Zhen, you can be sure that I will swallow the mutant Qingzhang and recover from his injuries, obviously I have a great understanding of my monks of the Barbarian Holy Sect. Since that is the case, why do you have to talk to me and delay time and give me the opportunity to use methods to bring you to bury you?" As he spoke, a breath of destructive slowly emanated from his body.

Ruan Zhen said lightly: "Because only in this way the soul-eroding poison will completely invade your soul. Even the auxiliary body of the Nine Nether Blood Cauldron cannot protect your soul. In addition, since I give you a chance, I will naturally be able to dodge." Before the voice fell, a dazzling silver light suddenly burst out from his body, and his figure disappeared directly in the violent fluctuations of space.

"Impossible! The Nine Nether Blood Cauldron will surely protect my soul. I will never die, I will never!" Gulin roared at the place where he disappeared, and the true fear was revealed in his eyes for the first time.

Even though he noticed the terribleness of the soul-eroding poison and knew that he could not escape today, he did not think he would die here. Because he was carrying the secondary body of the Nine Nether Blood Cauldron, the Nine Nether Blood Cauldron, the power of the Nine Nether Blood Cauldron would suppress a trace of his soul's origin and automatically break through the air and return to the altar.

Discovering the man's inheritance, as the only person who knows Mo Yu's appearance and soul breath, the altar will never let him die!

This is his greatest reliance.

But now, Ruan Zhen actually said that he would die, and the Nine Nether Blood Cauldron could not protect his soul! The first thought in Gulin's heart was that it was absolutely impossible, but the fear from his instinct made him gradually despair!

boom!

Gulin's body suddenly exploded, and the terrifying power tore the blood robe into pieces instantly. The viscous blood mist burst out directly enveloped the space within a radius of hundreds of meters. Everything in this range will be baptized by the self-explosion power of the peak spiritual emperor monk! Use the secret suicide technique of the Barbaric Holy Sect to destroy the physical body and soul, and can burst out with extremely terrifying power. As the peak spiritual emperor monk, the killing power generated by Gulin's self-explosion has infinitely approached the Great Venerable realm and taken action.

As the blood mist surged, the space was torn apart, shattering the mud and shattering the mud and causing a surging mud wave. However, at this moment, the terrifying power he had burst out could only rush in the space and the mud and quickly dissipate.

But at this moment, a three-legged round tripod suddenly burst out from the blood mist. The dense seal carving runes on its surface suddenly burst out with dazzling blood light, gathering into a blood-colored beam of light and shooting into the rolling blood mist. Invisible soul fragments were clearly manifested under the blood-colored beam of light. The big ones were almost the same as the little ones, but the small ones were only the size of a thumb cover. Each soul fragment was struggling violently, and a vague appearance of Gulin figures of different sizes appeared.

call out!

With a flash, the blood-colored light column was retracted, and some of Gulin's souls were directly collected into the round tripod, and a magnificent breath fell to completely suppress him! Under the influence of this suppression force, the soul fragments were rapidly fusion and gradually turned into a phantom of a large and small soul. It was Gulin! This is his soul source. As long as he returns to the Saint Sect of the Wild Wild, the soul can be completely restored and reborn after taking over a body! But at this moment, a rich black air was entangled above his soul source, and it was like black snakes constantly wandering in his soul! His face was ferocious, his eyes widened and he showed endless pain, and he suddenly screamed despair.

"No!"

The next moment, the origin of the soul that Gulin had just condensed was shattered like porcelain, quickly melting in the black gas, and finally disappearing.

The Jiuyou Blood Cauldron suddenly had a huge blood ray, and a sea of ​​blood appeared faintly. In the sea of ​​blood, a huge snake head with two horns suddenly poked out from the bottom of the sea, opening its mouth and letting out an angry roar!

A force coming from the endless space suddenly came, shattering the space within a radius of 100 meters. The long hideous cracks on the edge extended outward like black fangs hundreds of meters! The fluctuations of the soul, which was cold and without any emotion, spewed out from the cracks in the space, swept through hundreds of miles in a few breaths, and countless poisonous insects living in the mud, and the ferocious beasts burst into pieces in a panic of blooming red flowers.

Suddenly, a strange aura was captured from the space, and the cold divine thought suddenly left with the Jiuyou Blood Cauldron shattering the space.

Thousands of miles away from here, the silver mask Ruan Zhen looked at the depths of the fog and mud, feeling the terrifying soul pressure, and with his cultivation level, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly! This was suppression from the level of life, which made him feel instinctively frightened.

But at this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted violently. Without any hesitation, a stream of blood was spewing out of his body. In an instant, the silver light flashed and his figure disappeared directly. The next moment, the cold spiritual thoughts directly shattered the space and fell to where he was. If his reaction was a little slow, he would be directly wiped out!

This divine thought continued to stay for a few breaths, but could no longer detect his whereabouts. He vaguely roared from the depths of the space crack. The blood light on the surface of the Jiuyou Blood Cauldron flashed slightly, and it directly penetrated into the black space crack and disappeared.

After a while, a mist swamp was rarely seen in the mountains and forests. The silver light flashed slightly in the space. A figure staggered to the ground. His mouth and nose were gasping violently, and drops of red blood beads kept dripping from the silver mask. He sensed carefully that the divine sense of pursuit had left, and his tense mind relaxed slightly. He reached out to take off the mask and revealed an old face. If Mo Yu was here, he would see clearly the remnants of Guihai Sect who specialized in hunting alone and strong men in the Saint Sect of the Wild Wild, and he would definitely find that he was actually the mysterious Mr. Ruan who had taught him for several days in the Four Seasons City Physical Cultivation Hall!

Ruan Lao frowned in pain, his face was pale and his eyes were extremely dim. Even though he reacted very quickly, he was still swept by the cold divine mind. He suffered extremely severe injuries in just a moment. Later, he used the treasure to hide in the space to avoid divine mind hunting, and consumed a lot of qi and blood to activate it, making the injury worse! But no matter what, he survived and was able to save his life from the pursuit of the Nine Nether Blood Cauldron. Even with the peak cultivation of the War Emperor, he was still grateful.

But his old face was not happy, his brows became more and more frowning, and his eyes were unwilling and despair! More than ten years ago, Guihai Sect suffered a tragic disaster overnight. Except for him who went out to avoid the great disaster, all the monks of all the sects were killed, and his wife and children died in this catastrophe! After investigating that it was the attack of the Barbarian Holy Sect, he had wandered around the world over the years and killed the single strong men of the Barbarian Holy Sect at all costs, from the War King to the War Emperor, and then to the peak of the War Emperor.

However, this is his limit. Mr. Ruan knew in his heart that if there was no chance, he would have a vague hope to break through the realm of the Great Lord in this life, and there would be many great monks of the Great Lord in the Barbarian Holy Sect, and there would even be immortal or even immortal cultivators! This was destined that he would have no hope of revenge in his life! Hatred is the only motivation to survive. If he was destined to be unable to take revenge, how could he not be desperate!

After a long time, Mr. Ruan took a deep breath and suppressed all the emotions in his eyes. He looked up and identified the direction, turned around and stepped on his face and roared away, and soon disappeared in the mountains and forests.

In the mist swamp, Mo Yu stood on a dark green boulder raised from the mud, looking up at the depths of the thick fog, and his eyes were shocked. It was not that his cultivation could feel what was happening more than a thousand miles away, but that power was too terrifying. It was like fireworks blooming in the night in the soul sensation, which was extremely dazzling. It was not until the terrifying fluctuations in the sense of the sensation completely dissipated that he exhaled his breath and sat cross-legged on the boulder.

In just a short time, Mo Yu had witnessed the horror of the real strong man in this world. He could tear the sky and the earth with every move. His cultivation level is now extremely high in the Four Seasons Sect and the surrounding sects, but compared with them, he is still too weak. He is like a big fish that dominates the puddle, and is incomparable to the divine dragon soaring above the sky.

The tall figure that blocked his body in front of him to block all the damage for him, his burly body, straight back, and arrogant will were deeply imprinted in his soul. Mo Yu only knew that he had inherited his inheritance, but he didn't understand why when he saw his figure clearly, he felt inexplicably familiar and felt trembling with blood. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Senior, we have escaped." He didn't say much, but knew that she would understand.

The space was quiet without any sound, and Mo Yu didn't urge him, just waited patiently.

After more than ten breaths, the space light flashed slightly in front of her, and Qin Qing'er's figure appeared. To be precise, it was her soul's manifestation. In the state of soul, she was still beautiful and thrilling, especially her pale face and dull eyes, which became more and more pitiful. At this moment, she frowned slightly and spoke slowly in a cold and calm tone, "A year ago, the Barbarian Holy Sect launched a murder, gathering countless powerful people to kill a peak monk in this world. What you gain is his inheritance."
Chapter completed!