The cold north wind passed through the dark ghost forest, blowing the dense shade of the trees and sending out a terrifying sound like an innocent soul. After the outrageous muffled boom, the Abyss ghost forest became unusually quiet.
It seemed as if everything in the world was shocked by this, and needles could be heard falling everywhere.
Mei Shangyou steadied his body in front of him. A ten-meter-long chasm clearly appeared on the surface of the ghost forest. Deep footprints stretched into the trench. From shallow to deep, it was half a meter deep at the end. There were scattered objects in the trench.
The spots are bright red, as bright as blood, as red as pearls...
Mei Shangyou clutched his chest and was sweating violently. The lingering energy that was faintly clinging to his chest still failed to dissipate. His spiritual armor collapsed, and the light on his body was dim and sluggish, without any trace of the brilliant brilliance of blood like jade before taking action.
one move!
Mei Shangyou gritted his teeth in hatred. Hatred, anger, shock, and despair were all mixed together in a complicated way. The pain he was sensitive to in his body was all forgotten. There was only shock in his heart. He slowly raised his head and spoke to
Looking at Lingjun's face from afar, I couldn't express my inner feelings and emotions at this moment.
one move.
Why can't you even dodge a move?
Mei Shangyou's inner cry was irrational...
One year, a whole year, others may not know how Mei Shangyou spent this year, but he knew very well in his heart how many sins he suffered during this year.
The withered blood god who sleeps endlessly in the ancient cave spends up to six hours a day enduring the pain of withered blood. This withered blood method is the secret of the blood clan. Unless it is absolutely necessary, even if it is
No matter how much strength the vampire warrior needs, he will never touch this method.
However, in order to improve his strength as quickly as possible and avenge his shame, Mei Shangyou spared no effort. After a year of suffering and tests, he finally raised his strength to the fourth level of Lingxu.
One day, Mei Shangyou even felt an aura that would kill anyone else in the world. This aura gave him a hundred times the confidence to cut the hand of the boy who caused such trouble in Xue Cang Mountain with his sword.
Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. Mei Shangyou never expected that after more than a year of hard work, he would finally get such an ending. Faced with an enemy who had dreamed of killing him alive with thousands of cuts, he would actually meet him face to face.
It was a brutal defeat.
Or with the four masters joining forces...
Boundless hatred swept through Mei Shangyou's humiliated heart. At this moment, he completely forgot about the huge gap between him and Feng Jueyu. His toes dug hard into the soil, and the cold blood began to interact with the dark and moist underground.
The spiritual energy blended together, and a deep blood mist appeared on his body. The body of spiritual thoughts flew out of the body uncontrollably and hovered above his head several times...
It was a bloody man like a baby. It was transformed by Mei Shangyou's spiritual thoughts. The bloody man was like a piece of transparent blood jade, glowing with shocking brilliance. It rotated for three short weeks, and suddenly there was a loud sound.
It exploded into a blood mist, and bit by bit submerged into the body.
In an instant, Mei Shangyou changed. Due to the exertion of an unknown power, Wu Feng automatically moved his neat hair, and it was hung loosely. A trace of stagnant blood on the center of his eyebrow slowly appeared in the shape of running water.
, the palms of his hands and the millions of sweat pores on his body secreted thick drops of blood, dyeing the blood robe extremely red.
The north wind blows, and a thick smell of blood fills the Abyss Ghost Forest, accompanied by angry roars coming from its mouth, shrouding everyone in it.
"Feng Jueyu, I will dedicate my entire life to the Blood God today, and with my divine power, I will definitely kill you here..."
"Huh!" The atmosphere in the entire forest changed, and Feng Jueyu's proud expression suddenly turned cold. If Mei Shangyou was only a fourth-level master of Lingxu before, then now he should be at least a fifth-level master.
He was at the sixth level of cultivation, and what shocked him the most was that he found a familiar aura on Mei Shangyou's body.
Although this kind of aura is based on blood, it contains energy equivalent to the spirit of ten thousand sands and the energy of incandescent fire for no reason.
"What kind of skill is this?" Feng Jueyu couldn't help but be surprised. Apart from being surprised, an inexplicable impulse emerged in his heart.
"God-given power." Just when Feng Jueyu couldn't understand the mystery of the changes, Wu Qingqiu and the Holy Emperors of the major royal families all exclaimed in shock.
Wu Qingqiu's little face turned red and white in panic, her lotus feet kept plucking the ground angrily, and loudly said: "Feng Jueyu, be careful, he has sacrificed himself to the gods."
"God?"
Feng Jueyu suddenly turned his head in shock, and at this moment, Mei Shangyou's figure floated towards him like lightning. The Gou Xue Sword in his hand stabbed like a spiritual snake, and instantly reached Feng Jueyu's throat.
, only three inches away.
"It's so fast." Feng Jueyu was shocked. He found that Mei Shangyou's strength had increased several times in a short moment. In shock, he could only step back. The spirit of ten thousand sands
The origin of the blood flowed crazily in the body, and in an instant, Feng Jueyu turned into the strange windy sand he came from.
But even so, the sharp sword edge seemed to have been strengthened hundreds of times, and it was not even slower than him, and he followed the wind and sand in hot pursuit.
"when!"
The sword edge was even faster than him, and it stabbed directly in front of Feng Jueyu's throat. Fortunately, Feng Jueyu reacted quickly and raised his index and middle fingers to clamp the tip of the sword. At this time, the scene in front of Feng Jueyu suddenly
Time has changed.
Mei Shangyou was no longer a whole person, but turned into a bloody man covered in blood mist. His appearance could no longer be seen clearly, as if he had completely turned into a cloud of blood mist.
This is actually the same as his own Liuhe Vast Land. When the spiritual thoughts and true energy are completely integrated, the warrior's body will undergo great changes, and the Dantian in the body will start to move like hundreds of motors.
The strength has been raised to the extreme, transforming into the aura of heaven and earth.
There are many kinds of spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, blood, and poison are also naturally common. From the perspective of outsiders, the current two sides are no longer Feng Jueyu and Mei Shangyou, but the same person.
A cloud of wind and sand and a cloud of blood mist clashed in the forest.
Powerful and abundant natural forces collided with each other in the forest, launching unprecedented conquests and entanglements. The shadows of swords and palms were continuous, and the forces of extreme collision between heaven and earth were constantly affecting the surrounding scenery in fundamental changes.
The change.
The trees as thick as a bowl were melted by the blood mist and turned into blood water, and the rain on the muddy surface made dents like thousands of pits on the beach...
It was precisely because of Feng Jueyu's supernatural power that the four masters had not joined forces yet, it aroused Mei Shangyou's boundless anger, turning the entire confrontation into a one-on-one battle again. At this moment,
Even Lou Qing, Lei Ya, and Mangyue were powerless to intervene.
"Mei Shangyou is looking for death." Lou Qing's sinister little eyes were darting around, his expression full of excitement and joy, revealing all kinds of unknown emotions.
There are many secrets in this world, but not everyone knows about it. For example, the power of sacrifice is a secret that is not passed down to all races.
When there were hundreds of tribes in the world, each ethnic group had its own way of offering sacrifices. They formed a lineage of their own, creating various ways to communicate with the gods and turning them into martial arts. There was no one of them.
Instead of overdrawing one's own true energy, one can maximize his cultivation in a short period of time and achieve extraordinary abilities.
Right now, Mei Shangyou is using the power of sacrifice...
The power of sacrifice is powerful, allowing warriors to have god-like power. It seems that their own cultivation level varies with strength. Lou Qing, Lei Ya, Mang Yue, Shi Mantu, Huang Zun, and Yu Wenchen all know this.
This kind of power cannot belong to a master in the Mysterious Dao Realm. If it is triggered, it will cause great harm to oneself.
Using a mortal body to withstand the power of gods is tantamount to self-destruction. Judging from Mei Shangyou's current strength, if he uses the power of sacrifice, the best result is to defeat Feng Jueyu and survive, but if he thinks about it in the future,
Entering the country at all is as difficult as reaching the sky, and the worst result is to die together with Feng Jueyu...
"I tried my best. I didn't expect that the power of sacrifice is so powerful." Huang Zun's pupils suddenly shrank, with a look of shock and envy. He was thinking, if this kind of power can be used at will, what will happen?
How nice.
Shi Mantu looked at the center of the confrontation between Feng Sha and Blood Mist, nodded intoxicated, and said: "But Mei Shangyou used the power of sacrifice, so what happened to Feng Jueyu?"
"Huh?" Huang Zun was startled at first when he heard this, and then he realized what he said, and he suddenly looked surprised.
As the Holy Emperor of the Blood Clan, Mei Shangyou admires the power of the Blood God. Only when the power of sacrifice is given by the Blood God can he have such powerful means.
But as for Feng Jueyu, I have never heard what race he comes from, nor what kind of gods he admires, but how did he get that pure earth aura swept by the wind and sand.
After thinking about it, everyone discovered the problem. Mei Shangyou used a slight amount of divine power. This kind of god-given power was rare and pitiful, but it was still divine power after all.
As for Feng Jueyu, does he also use divine power?
With this discovery, everyone's expressions changed suddenly when they heard Shimantu's tone. Lou Qing, Lei Ya, and Mangyue, who were still thinking of running over to help Mei Shangyou, immediately gave up the idea.
Realistic thoughts.
You must know that if they want to compete with Feng Jueyu, they must use the same method as Mei Shangyou and introduce the god-given power into their bodies.
However, this method of injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging oneself by two thousand is really terrifying. Even if they had the slightest intention of living, they would not choose such a desperate method so recklessly.
Only Mei Shangyou, who was so angry that he was so angry, would desperately fight Feng Jueyu to the death...
PS: After two days of busy work, my tired feet hit the back of my head. Sure enough, I got stuck. It took me eight hours to figure it out. I wrote and wrote...