With a loud roar, Hu Tianjun took the blood pill. He had just recovered 75% of his mana, but suddenly consumed 20%, leaving only 55% of his mana.
Hu Tianjun's two eyes, one black and one white, suddenly changed color, turning into a bloody color, and then turned into a turbid coldness. He activated the secret method of the photo studio to burn the essence and blood, and the power of the blood pill was instantly integrated into his soul.
At the cost of losing 10% of the essence and blood, the mana was quickly replenished back to 80%.
One percent essence and blood!
Hu Tianjun's heart was bleeding!
If 10% of the essence and blood of the Half-Step Heavenly Realm were converted into ordinary chicken and duck blood with its contained energy and origin, it would be able to flood more than a hundred alder cities!
Such a loss!
Hu Tianjun roared, facing the golden light erupted from the lion's roar, he stepped forward forcefully, his left eye twitched suddenly, a fist-sized dusty gray ball without any luster, and a translucent orb without any light or shadow sprayed out from his eye.
out.
As the orb swirled, a large area of faint invisible fluctuations in the void jumped rapidly, which perfectly matched the mana fluctuations caused by the opponent's lion's roar, and the Taoist rhyme track instantly neutralized and dissolved the powerful lion's roar.
This is another treasure of the photo studio, "Heaven and Earth Return Together". It has no direct lethality or destructive power, but it can use extremely miraculous means to combine yin and yang, biochemistry of two rites, eliminate spells, and dissolve restrictions.
, can corrode formations, dissolve magic weapons, and is an auxiliary treasure for studio infiltration and assassination.
The evil spirit treasure of the Yuling Banner was restrained to death, but the lion's roar of the Buddhist devil-conquering spirit was easily counteracted by this evil spirit treasure of Heaven and Earth!
Hu Tianjun's right eye also twitched, and a ball of scarlet blood rushed out. A sharp insect chirp shook the heavens and the earth. In the blood light was a thumb-sized figure, like a huge six-winged mosquito carved from blood-colored glass.
The body of this six-winged giant mosquito is only about the size of a thumb, but its sharp mouthparts suddenly pop out, and are fully a foot long. The tip is thin, and the cold light flashes, bringing a streak of bloody lightning directly to the place where the lion's roar just broke out.
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This is not a magic weapon, let alone a spiritual treasure. It is an ancient poison that the ancestors of the photo studio found somewhere. It was naturally conceived when the world of Yuan Lingtian was opened. No one in the photo studio knew about it.
What's the name? It's just because of its characteristics that it's called 'Knocking on bones and sucking out marrow'!
This mosquito has only one ability, which is to pierce the monk's bones, empty out the monk's bone marrow in a ten thousandth of an instant, swallow up all the opponent's essence, and turn the opponent into a mummy.
It flew without a trace, its speed was unbelievable, and its long mouthparts were extremely sharp, almost comparable to an innate spiritual treasure-level sword. Ordinary defensive treasures could not stop it from stabbing lightly.
Over the years, many masters and celebrities from Yuan Lingtian have died inexplicably. Everyone knows that it was the hands of the studio, but no one knows how the studio did it. In fact, it was the hands of a mosquito that knocked the bones and sucked the marrow.
The bone-crushing bone-sucking marrow had just flown out, and suddenly, the whole world was filled with sorrow!
The sky became dark.
The land is lifeless.
In the void, an inexplicable emotion that made people feel grief-stricken came overwhelmingly.
A strong bitter taste, like three thousand different birds and animals, extracting three hundred thousand galls, boiling them into ten thousand juices, and forcing them into the mouth. The bitter taste, from the soul to the body, from the skin to the flesh.
Bones, marrow, and internal organs were all instantly enveloped by this psychological and physical bitterness.
"All living beings are suffering...suffering!"
An old and hoarse voice came from far away.
Hu Ping's body shook, his eyes rolled white, and yellow-green gall water kept coming out of his mouth - he was not the main target of this magical move, he just accidentally hit the passenger car, and a little bit of it was spilled by the magical power.
The remaining power spreads.
Even so, his soul was annihilated almost instantly, and his gall seemed to have been violently grabbed and pinched hard. The bile flowed back and spurted out of his mouth along with gastric juice.
A ray of cold light shone from Hu Ping's body.
The life-preserving secret spell blessed by the ancestor of the Hu family in the photo studio was activated, and he resisted most of the power of this magical power. Hu Ping burst into tears and howled bitterly. Yellow-green mucus continued to spurt out of his nostrils and mouth.
The time was extremely embarrassing, and the whole person collapsed completely.
Hu Tianjun also swayed, and the light in his cloudy eyes was scattered.
His soul went blank for a while, and he felt that life was vast and lifeless, and everything he did was meaningless and worthless... He began to reflect on everything he had done since he could remember, and then, he
Start completely denying everything about yourself!
His life... is a tragedy.
His life was completely wrong.
His life should not exist.
He raised the spirit flag and was about to smash it down on his head. Once it was over, there would be no pain and no worries after death. After all his mistakes were dead, all sins would be washed away and the world would be clean.
There will be clarity, and the entire universe will return to its normal track.
He, Hu Tianjun, is a sinner.
Because of him, Yuan Ling Genius will be in constant turmoil, the people will be in dire straits, wars will break out, and they will be filled with all kinds of violence, evil, sin, and darkness. As long as he, Hu Tianjun, dies, the dark clouds will be cleared away and the blue sky will appear, and the whole world will become
Wonderful!
Die, die, his life is meaningless!
Well, let’s also kill this worthless animal son beside him!
Hu Tianjun raised his left hand, intending to slap Hu Ping to death with one palm. At the same time, the Yuling Flag slowly fell towards his head, intending to completely obliterate and annihilate him.
The imperial flag shook violently.
Hu Tianjun's mana was instantly drained by 50%, leaving only about 30%.
A sharp ghost whistle rushed out from the Yuling Banner, and an extremely evil and cold aura enveloped Hu Tianjun's body. Countless war ghosts were paranoid, and extreme fighting spirit filled Hu Tianjun's body.
The meaning of sorrow was forcibly offset by the Yuling Banner. Hu Tianjun's body swayed, and around his soul, many ancestors of the Hu family in the photo studio were jointly blessed by him and the soul protection secret spell 'cracking' was shattered all over the ground. His soul shook violently.
, the soul's origin was cut off by 30% in an instant, and it suffered an unprecedented heavy blow.
His soul was injured, and the Dao Fruit was instantly affected. Hu Tianjun vomited blood. He felt that he had just stepped into the realm of half-step heaven and human realm for decades, and his realm slipped slightly, and he had fallen into the realm of Zhaoxukong and half-step heavenly realm.
On the critical point.
But at least he restrained his urge to commit suicide and kill Hu Ping!
"Come!" the hoarse old voice just shouted.
The large, bone-sucking, marrow-sucking mosquito vibrated its wings, bringing up a streak of blood and flying towards a wrinkled finger in the distance that clearly belonged to a bad old man.
Hu Tianjun took a look, and he could only see a wrinkled finger.
The previous owner of his studio had used his own essence and blood to raise him for who knows how many thousands of years. He was knocked to the bone and sucked out the marrow. He was transformed immediately by a cry. He waggled his little tail very well and defected to the enemy.
The bone-knocking and marrow-sucking bones landed lightly on the wrinkled fingers, and he rubbed the other person's fingers with his mouthparts affectionately.
Does that look like a mosquito?
He is clearly a heartless dog who was deceived by Big Pork!
"Thieves Bald!" Hu Tianjun roared and cursed. Except for Thieves Bald from Buddhism, not even those evil heretics from Yuan Lingtian, those giants of the demonic way who are best at deceiving people's hearts, are not so effective!
The demons of Yuan Lingtian are best at sucking people's souls, extracting their essence and blood, and plundering them all from you.
But when it comes to this kind of transformation... besides the bald man from Buddhism, who else can do it?
Thinking of the Wuxin killing of Buddha just now and the inexplicable silver Buddha statue, who killed Hu Tianjun today? Do you still need to ask?
Hu Tianjun's mind was in chaos, his soul was traumatized, and now his little brain was a bit exhausted.
He couldn't figure out what was going on.
The photo studio seems to have no conflict with the thieves, right?
For 30,000 years, ever since the First World War, Buddhism has been like a street rat in Yuanlingtian. Everyone yells and beats them. The few Buddhist masters are all hiding. The local rats, the Buddhist thieves never dare to show their faces.
On the contrary, some Buddhist scum... well, the kind who collect incense money until their hands are weak, help the female benefactor give away children until their backs are sore, and run around in their own fields collecting rent and taxes until their legs are broken.
The fat-headed, big-eared monks who fool believers with their slippery tongue until their tongues become stiff are still regular patrons of photo studios!
Often, because they are competing for territory and cannot solve each other's problems, temples entrust photo studios to help solve the trouble. In the huge Yuanlingtian, there are thousands of such entrustments every year!
The photo studio and Buddhism should be partners!
"Thieves bald... what do you want? My studio and your Buddhist sect have always been in harmony with each other!"
Hu Tianjun roared hastily.
Then, a long dragon roared in front of him.
That was a dragon... no, it was a golden, gleaming fist that was almost the size of Hu Tianjun's head. The heavy and terrifying fist erupted with bright light, bringing up a long stream of light and turning into a long, lifelike dragon with clear scales.
, with a terrifying aura that shattered everything and annihilated all living beings, he punched Hu Tianjun in the head.
This punch drained away the spirit of heaven and earth within a radius of seven thousand miles, and deprived the soul of heaven and earth of seven thousand miles.
This punch caused darkness within a radius of seven thousand miles, and all the sunlight in the sky was wiped out by it.
With one punch, all the universe is consumed, and the colors of the sky, earth, sun and moon change.
Therefore, within a radius of seven thousand miles, there was only this one punch, which became the core of the entire world at that moment!
Heaven and earth return together, invalid!
This orb is good at deciphering magical powers and secret techniques and prohibiting formations, but it has no effect at all on this pure, primitive, head-on punch without any fancy.
Can't stop it!
Hu Tianjun quickly judged the horror of this punch.
In his current state, if he received this punch, he might not die, but he would be beaten half to death, and then basically lose all the power to resist and escape.
Hu Tianjun once again activated all his mana, and the remaining 30% of his mana, together with 20% of his blood essence, were drained away by the Yuling Banner.
The Yuling Banner erupted with dazzling blood light. Twelve three-foot-tall, ferocious War Ghost Lords wearing heavy armor rushed out from the banner, holding long knives, forming a battle formation, and headed towards the terrifying figure.
The fist met him.
Then, the punch disappeared.
Disappeared into thin air without a trace.
Hu Tianjun's eyes widened in shock.
A flash of sword light flashed by, and a figure with six arms passed behind him.
With one sword strike, the head flies away.
A piece of mountain azalea petals fell lightly and landed on the center of Hu Tianjun's eyebrows, firmly nailing his soul to his head and unable to break free.
"It's good, it's good. The evil demons are defeated and killed, and the merits are immeasurable!"
In the void, the joyful laughter of several old monks who had joined Toutuo rang out.