In an instant, bursts of wailing sounds followed. How could they, who knew this world so well, not know the strangeness of the blood? Even when they encountered it for the first time, they had already suffered huge losses.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be so cautious at this time, so looking around, we can see the monks taking out the pills and taking them in unison.

However, when Sun Bing saw this scene, a strange smile appeared on his face. The Resentful Dragon Poison can also be cracked with pills, but what is in the blood pool now is not the Resentful Dragon Poison at all.

, it can even be said that the Resentful Dragon Poison is still a purified curse.

Because what is contained in it is unknown without any interference. Even Sun Bing's sword soul and the Zhuxian Sword are still unable to decipher the weird and unknown unknown, let alone a mere pill.

"What's going on? Why is it that even after I've taken the elixir, it's still of no use? My hands! My feet! My body!"

Suddenly, a burst of exclamation came out directly, which was full of despair and horror. These words alone gave people a creepy feeling.

Turning his head and looking around, he could suddenly see that a saint among the ancient tribes could be said to be particularly miserable at this time. His arms had become withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his vitality had been lost. Even if he tried to inject powerful energy and blood.

take out.

But something even more desperate happened, because the billowing energy and blood never returned, as if entering a black hole, but there was no change in my arm, and even this kind of strangeness had spread to the rest of the body.

.

In the end, all the vitality and blood in the entire body were completely drained, and then a majestic saint fell directly from the sky without any breath anymore.

All the monks who saw this scene couldn't help but feel horrified. It seemed as if a cold air rose directly from the soles of their feet and poured into their minds. A cold sweat broke out on their backs.

It's okay if a monk dies during the battle. If he has a death talisman or a death substitute puppet, he can be resurrected. And if there is no killing effect such as the sword soul, even if the physical body dies, the soul can escape.

But I have never seen such a terrifying scene before. Even my soul could not escape, and it had completely fallen. Moreover, at this time, the rich vitality in my body was completely drained.

You must know that the longevity of the ancient tribes is much longer than that of the human race, and their vitality is extremely rich, but they completely disappeared in a short moment. This scene is really scary.

What Sun Bing and others felt was horror, but what the ancient tribes who had been contaminated with these contaminated blood felt was despair. However, in just a short moment, one after another ancient tribes emerged from mid-air.

Falling.

As for the reason for his own death, there is no doubt that all of his vitality has been completely drained. Even the corpse that has fallen to the ground can't help but exude a black aura, like the breath of death, and it is faintly filled with blood.

Dragons are so weird.

Seeing the situation happening all around, the Tyrant Holy King also felt a touch of fear in his heart. Finally, his huge eyeballs filled with countless bloodshot eyes stared at Sun Bing.

Because in the view of Tyrant Saint King, all of this was because of Sun Bing. If not, how could they have suffered such heavy losses? If some saints had such consequences, what would happen to him?

When I thought of this, the anger in my heart completely burst out, and there was a roar: "Since you have forced me into this situation, then you can't stay out of it and just die."

Then, the Tyrant Holy King looked at Sun Bing and came at a rapid speed. With such a huge body moving in the void, the pressure it brought was particularly terrifying. Coupled with the ferocious face, he clearly wanted to die with Sun Bing.

Looking at the huge body getting closer and closer to him, Sun Bing's eyes were full of solemnity. If they were to die together, it would be extremely difficult for Sun Bing to dodge, and it might even endanger his life.

But at this moment, the Tyrant Holy King, who was originally carrying a hint of madness, roared, followed by a miserable wail. His face was extremely ferocious, and it could be seen that the other party seemed to be in particular pain, and even wanted to move.

The body is a completely impossible thing.

His eyes were fixed on Sun Bing, full of deep hatred, but wanting to die together with Sun Bing could only be regarded as a luxury.

Because at this moment, the unknown hidden in the body of the Tyrant Holy King finally exploded, and the majestic vitality was extracted. The pain caused by this was simply unimaginable.

Especially since the other party is a Holy King, his vitality is a thousand times that of an ordinary Saint. Even though the unknown is particularly terrifying, it is impossible to achieve such speed, so the current Tyrant Holy King has suffered even more.

torture.

When Sun Bing and others saw this situation, they all felt frightened. They did not expect that the tainted essence and blood of Qinglong would be so terrifying, just like the most violent poison.

In the blink of an eye, Ba Xia's body, which was originally a hundred thousand feet long, underwent a direct transformation. The previous divine light disappeared without a trace, and even the most superficial layer of skin became particularly withered, so that

In the end, he could no longer support his physical body.

The huge body fell heavily downwards, the vitality was squeezed out, and a black mist appeared on the surface of the body, and the bloody dragon was growing and groaning, the squeezed vitality became its most outstanding

of nutrients and are growing vigorously.

Finally, along with a very miserable wailing sound, it was announced that all the auras on the Tyrant Holy King's body were completely gone. Only the black death energy that kept dissipating from the body could be seen, and the bright and blood-like dragon was still slowing down.

Slowly devouring that huge body.

Even the weird things that were originally in the blood pool were attracted here, because the corpse of a holy king was a supreme delicacy to them.

The scene in front of him made everyone feel numb. Looking at the bloody Tenglong, Sun Bing felt even colder in his heart. He couldn't help but think of the shackles hidden in the deepest part of his bloodline. You must know that the same

It is also an unknown mark left behind.

Even a dignified Saint King cannot withstand such a terrible erosion, so how can he resist it? The gap is so huge that it has reached the point of despair.

After a long time, Sun Bing managed to calm down his mood, and finally took a deep look at the huge corpse on the ground. Sun Bing turned around directly, and at the same time, his desire for strength became more and more intense.

After all, if the Holy King can't resist, then the Supreme One can do it. If even the Supreme One can't resist, then continue to break through. As long as the strength is strong enough, no matter what is in front of him, he will clear it with one sword.

Moreover, Sun Bing's sword soul is still the nemesis of this kind of weirdness. At this time, he can barely suppress it. But if Sun Bing's attainments in the sword soul reach a higher level, will it be possible to suppress the weirdness in his body?

What about a complete cleanup?
Chapter completed!