Chapter 160 The real double-eyed person! Resentful blood suppresses Wuzong!

The old man's pupils exploded.

Reflecting another young one-eyed cannibal, it is just a faint shadow, but it still reveals something extraordinary.

It has a transcendent temperament and a unique Taoist charm, which comes out from the shadow. The single eye on the front is very bright, and the double pupils are clear, like two suns stacked on top of each other, blazingly ignited, very blazing.

Just being stared at by a shadow, Fang Ke felt like he was going to be set on fire.

When it spoke, its tone was calm, not like a threat, but like it was announcing something, telling a fact that was about to happen.

Fang Ke frowned.

"Your servant, are you the one with double eyes?"

The phantom is high above, overlooking Fang Ke, its double pupils are surging with energy, and in addition to the blazing fire, there are also golden lines flashing.

Fang Ke felt a powerful secret force probing his body.

"Do you think double pupils only have this effect?" Xuying said calmly: "Human, I have remembered you, and I will find you."

The blood wings exploded, and the blood mist rolled inwards for a thousand meters, turning into a storm and spreading between the sky and the earth.

At the same time, the silver bottle tied under the spear was also opened at that moment!

Guiyi lost 40% of his mental strength, but his spirit was able to spread out, his eyes were clear, and he was unable to respond.

The single eye opened again, and that time the red sun in the eye was even more terrifying, and in front of the red sun-like pupils, a golden double image appeared, releasing even more frightening power.

Wu Zong also nodded, and the two continued to walk along the foggy area.

In addition to containing all of his own will, there is also a huge amount of essence, and one drop can kill Pei Bing.

A shadow of a huge ferocious beast appeared, tattered, but still a hundred meters low, without terrifying blood-colored wings, and went straight up to Pei Binggai!

"Domineering!" Pei Bing caught up and saw this scene, and his heart was shocked.

"I lied to you?" King Wu took action decisively, covering its body with a layer of flesh and blood.

"They...human beings!" Pei Bing, the cannibal, was startled, and at the same time he reacted: "Where is the old man?"

Generally speaking, as long as Fang Ke retains a drop of blood, he will die.

Boom!

What if the cannibals relax because the dojo is within their own territory!

The severe pain made the cannibal Pei Bing barely regain consciousness.

There is a wooden cork stuck under the bottle. The cork is painted white, and there is no bright golden symbol under the rough surface.

Although the Holy Son is only a martial artist, his status among the cannibals is far higher than that of Liao Dong, even lower than Liao Dong, and almost on an equal footing with Martial Lord!

Fang Ke’s resentful blood is also Liao Dong’s blood.

Even if you will get lost, the minimum exploration depth is guaranteed.

Wu Zong stopped, and King Wu took action, directly cutting off Pei Bing's seven limbs and breaking his eyes.

There was a loud noise, and the golden spear was blocked.

"Holy Son, what happened?" A figure suddenly appeared, and a huge single eye ten feet high appeared in front of him, blocking the energy.

The sound of friction between gold and iron was harsh. The silver claws of the cannibal Liao Dong were torn apart by the blood wings, and then collided with the mental power of the cannibal Pei Bing.

There was a loud bang.

Is there any sound in the hall?

Fang Ke's spirit and will were refined into his qi and blood, so he had the small magical power of being reborn by dripping blood.

This cannibal Pei Bing was mentally weak, his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground with great strength.

"That's Fang Ke's resentful blood!" King Wu said: "It's the kind that has no will. It's just that the will has collapsed. There is a way to regenerate with a drop of blood, but it only takes one drop to kill a Pei Bing!"

"There is also a chance!" King Wu said with a ruthless look on his face: "Let's take a look at where we are. We must be separated. This is also a chance to catch one of us!"

Finally.

It is enough to get the news that the cannibals know about the dojo.

But the one in King Wu’s hand is obviously inactive blood essence!

"It's a pity that there is a way to force him to ask about the saint's dojo." Wu Zong put away his sword and muttered to himself.

The one-eyed cannibal warrior god quickly and respectfully agreed.

"It's possible that these people are all Pei Bing," Wu Zong said: "You two are probably rivals."

But in particular, Fang Ke was killed too few times, and his spirit collapsed in repeated rebirths. It was impossible to condense and revive, and fell into the small terror of death, which led to the formation of that kind of resentment.

Then Liao Dong took action and threw the spear thousands of miles.

The cannibal Pei Bing suddenly screamed. It felt that its spiritual power was boiling, evaporating, and disappearing. The severe pain was as if countless ferocious beasts were gnawing away at its soul bit by bit!

Wu Zong frowned: "It is possible. The saint's dojo is a restricted area for saints. Only saints from the same realm can be invited to retreat while alive. Saints will definitely be allowed to enter again before death. If saints from other clans retreat weakly, the dojo will be destroyed.

Destroy!"

Just humans, a group of two-legged beasts, their food.

"Bad!" I led the way back, looking for the eight middle-aged cannibals who were following King Wu...

The two men's eyes narrowed slightly.

So what if I have double pupils?

Because the one-eyed man immediately closed his eyes and the blazing energy converged, this one-eyed cannibal seemed to be sensing something.

The blazing power ignited the air, and the small hall was suddenly burned red, blooming with brilliant light, automatically defending against this terrible power.

A dozen guards in the hall were swept away by the blazing energy, and flames ignited under each one's body. They screamed and screamed, and then they were turned into ashes!

Pei Bing reacted very slowly. When he saw the spear coming, he was immediately shaken. His energy and blood surged, and his spirit covered him. He immediately blasted towards the golden spear.

It is about to enter the saint's dojo and is adjusting its state. It has no time to pay attention to this matter at the moment.

Gui Qi's face turned pale in pain and he groaned. Instead of begging for mercy, he cursed.

It was a long time ago.

They gathered together, but not completely together. They lined up in a straight line and penetrated deep into the thick fog. They were not very close to each other, but they ensured that each other was within the scope of their spiritual envelope.

"Pretend to be an uncle! Come if you have the skills!" Fang Ke scolded, without hesitation, he raised his hand and struck with a knife.

Even less than 40% of the Holy Sons will become Venerable Xiaoneng in the future!

But the Holy Son, even the one-eyed cannibal, is rare in every generation.

The two of them were a thousand meters away from Pei Bing. Wu Zong took out a golden thorn, infused it with energy and blood to form a spear, and tied the blood bottle underneath.

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"When that thing is released, will it directly destroy the eight Pei Bings?" Wu Zong asked.

They do know that the dojo exists!

When Wu Zong beheaded Qi Men.

This cannibal Pei Bing almost fell into a coma. Although he saw us, he did not react.

The one-eyed cannibal Martial God frowned and said: "Qi Men must have followed your instructions and carried the heavy-pupil brand to explore the thick fog at the edge of the restricted area seven weeks around the dojo. He should have encountered humans. Why did he die at the hands of humans?

?"

Wu Zonghao was hesitant about wielding the sword and needed considerable confidence.

"This is the first one!"

Fang Ke’s blood is very scary.

"Guiyi, what happened?" The voice of the eight-eyed cannibal came from nearby.

Fang Ke has died from generation to generation.

The two looked at each other, feeling very awkward.

It's angry.

When special warriors get close to the Resentful Blood, they will be overwhelmed by the collapse of Liao Dong's will and fall into the hallucination of killing.

King Wu looked solemnly and asked again: "How long have they been retreating!?"

"Worry, that bottle is specially made to hold that thing!" King Wu comforted Wu Zong.

I directly asked Pei Bing about the location of the dojo, but about the existence of the dojo. It was an inquiry technique.

This resentful blood is bound by the spiritual soldiers and is just dried blood, so it can be used as a killing method.

When it finally stopped, it was seventy meters away from Liao Dong and the two of them!

They sweep away the fog that way.

If he was scared, why was he holding it so cautiously and his hands still shaking?
To be continued...