How many ancient saints died in the Foreign Spirit Tribe was nothing to Zhang Xuan. What he valued most was the blood of the strong men who shed blood and reborn.
As long as there are enough of these things, it will be much easier to attack the Ancient Saint.
So, I pierced this guy's palm with a shot and filled the blood with a jade bottle, and I was very busy.
"You are looking for death..."
This ancient sage is going crazy.
After being hit by a talisman, even though he obeyed the orders of others, he still had consciousness. The ancient saint who was reborn with blood and one of the many kings of the spirit race was stabbed by a great saint. He was already depressed, but the murderer did not escape.
, and still pretending to be bloody so unscrupulously...
A naked provocation!
Clenching his teeth and roaring with rage, the ancient sage no longer cared about chasing Emperor Chen Yong, Liu Yang and others, and shot down another palm from the air.
He wanted to beat this lawless guy to death.
The power of the ancient saint who was reborn with a drop of blood is like the rising tide of a river, boundless, and when he strikes out with anger, his power is even more frightening.
Phew!
Before the powerful force could reach the young man, the spear came through the air again, piercing this hand with just one blow.
Snap! Snap!
Blood surged wildly.
The ancient sage cried out in pain and saw the young man rushing over again. He took out another jade bottle and kept pouring blood for fear of wasting a drop.
"..."
Shivering with anger, the true energy circulated and locked the blood vessels. Although the wound was hideous, no blood flowed out.
When someone has reached his level of cultivation, if he doesn't want blood to flow out, then not even a drop will flow out.
"Um?"
The blood stopped here, and the young man who was collecting frowned and stopped, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Boy, if you dare to collect my blood, you must die today..."
He breathed a sigh of relief. The ancient sage was full of ferociousness. Before he finished speaking, the young man grabbed his hand with an unhappy hand, and the spear appeared again, and struck again.
He didn't know where it was going, but the space was distorted, and the tip of the spear had already reached his thigh.
Phew!
A big hole appeared again.
The ancient sage was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the young man flying over again with the jade bottle in his hand, and the blood was dripping with pleasure on his face.
"Nima..."
The ancient sage was about to cry.
Until now, he had understood that it would be easy for the other party to kill him, but he chose not to do anything and treated him as a specimen for blood collection.
Unable to hold it any longer, he turned around and ran away.
Phew!
There was a hole in his butt and blood was flowing out.
Zhang Xuan filled one jade bottle and continued to pick up the second one. After a while, he had received more than ten bottles. Every time the opponent sealed his bloodline, he stabbed it out with one shot. Anyway, it didn't hit the same place, so he didn't care.
.
After being stabbed, the ancient sage also learned the lesson and no longer ran away. Instead, he sat on the spot, motionless, with his eyes staring straight as if he had lost his soul. There were dozens of holes in his body, like showers, pointing outwards.
Spurting blood.
Anyway, I can’t dodge. The more I dodge, the more stabs I’ll get, so I might as well just leave it like this...
Not long after, he lost too much blood, and the ancient sage fell from the sky.
He is probably the first person in history to die from excessive blood loss after his cultivation reached this level.
After killing one of them, Zhang Xuan looked at the others.
Ancient Sage Huo Xu, Ancient Sage Mo Ling, and several other Ancient Sages combined, their fighting power is astonishing. Even if Emperor Chen Yong is seriously injured and is no longer the same as before, he is still a force that cannot be underestimated.
Although the many ancient saints who were planted with talisman seeds are powerful, both sides have their own methods. In a short period of time, it is difficult to distinguish between them.
After reaching their level of cultivation, it is no longer that easy to kill the opponent. Normally, the battle lasts for who knows how many days. In the end, the loser escapes and the winner is seriously injured and his lifespan is greatly reduced.
Because of this, the Ancient Sages were like nuclear bombs against humans and foreign spirits. They were only used as threats, and there were not many opportunities for real fighting.
The battle was going on here, and Emperor Chen Ling in the middle was not disturbed. The countless treasures on the altar all burned because of the sacrifice, forming a raging fire.
A force that pierced the sky descended from the sky, flowing along the acupuncture points all over his body and pouring into his meridians.
As expected, the injuries suffered before gradually recovered under the impact of this force, and even became stronger.
"Oops, we must stop it. If we let this guy recover from his injuries, it will be difficult to defeat him..."
Zhang Xuan raised his eyebrows.
Even though Emperor Chen Ling's combat power in his heyday was not as good as Emperor Chen Yong's, he was still one of the few super masters of the Human Race and the Foreign Spirit Race. Otherwise, it would be impossible to control one side, and countless ancient saints would not be able to refute it.
It's not that powerful even if it's seriously injured, and you can defeat it with the Dragon Bone Spear, but once you recover, it's going to be troublesome to kill him again.
"break!"
Unable to hold it any longer, he flicked his spear and rushed straight towards Emperor Chen Ling. The dark dragon bone spear tore open the space and aimed straight at the latter's head, as if to pierce him through.
"Master, don't..."
Seeing him rushing over, Emperor Chen Yong on one side shrank his pupils and shouted hurriedly.
However, it was already too late at this time. Before the spear could reach Chen Linghuang, a force swayed down from the black hole in the sky. When it touched the gun body, Zhang Xuan suddenly felt as if the tiger's mouth was about to be torn apart and blood flowed.
And out.
The spear also flew away in a shock, and struck the ground with a "buzz!" sound, piercing a huge hole.
"What's going on?"
In desperation, the power of his bloodline circulated and he hurriedly retreated. Only then did Zhang Xuan avoid the rays of light, returned to the spear, and pulled it out, with a puzzled look on his face.
At this moment, a slight crack appeared on the Dragon Bone Divine Spear, as if it had been seriously injured.
However, for a weapon of this level, as long as there is enough blood of the ancient saint, it can be restored quickly.
"Master, when you perform sacrifices, you are connecting to the gods of another world. If you rush over and interrupt, you are offending the gods, and you will naturally be punished..."
Emperor Chen Yong hurriedly sent a message.
"Offensive to the gods?"
Zhang Xuan's pupils contracted.
No wonder, the Dragon Bone Divine Spear was so powerful that it was knocked away without even the strength to fight back. I never thought there was such a saying.
However, it suddenly makes sense when I think about it.
Sacrifice is equivalent to dedicating good things to the gods, and the gods will give rewards according to the amount of materials. This moment is connected with it... Rushing to cause trouble at this time is tantamount to contempt for the dignity of the gods, and you will naturally be punished.
No wonder Emperor Chen Yong was angry when he saw the sacrifice beginning, but he didn't dare to rush over. It turned out that there was such a relationship.
"If we don't stop him and allow the sacrificial ceremony to be completed and his injuries recover, we will all die here..."
Zhang Xuan frowned.
It is true that the gods cannot be offended, but... if they don't stop it and let the power be completed, Emperor Chen Ling will completely recover from his injuries, and no one will be able to defeat them anymore.
By then, their so-called seizing power and revenge will become a joke. If not, they will all die here.