He pointed back to the Phoenix Realm and drifted in the blood river: "With the power of my first realm, is it enough?"
Duan Ziqian's smile froze, frozen on his old and gloomy face.
His chest rose and fell, and his drooping eyelids narrowed into a straight line.
"stare."
Steps back, back again and again.
Jiang Linan said calmly: "I have to thank Nian'er for this."
"Back when I was a real immortal in the 17th level, I snatched this realm from a defeated general. Because I possess the dragon and phoenix dharma, I renamed it Phoenix Realm."
"The Phoenix Realm recognizes me as its master. After I fell in Taixu Mountain, thousands of years later, my biological sister actually became the new master of the Phoenix Realm."
"And the secret technique she set up to use the origin of a world is the "Blood Coagulation Technique" that is not passed down to my Jiang family."
"Even if outsiders practice this technique, they cannot use the original source."
"I must burn my Jiang family's hard work and gain the approval of the Phoenix Realm before I can do whatever I want."
"I am very lucky, which indirectly increases the chips of my luck."
"The energy of demons plus a realm of origin can reach 90% potential."
Duan Ziqian said angrily: "So what?"
"You have the blessing of the original power of the Phoenix Realm, and I have the help of Wen Palace's millions of years of accumulation of literary energy."
"You still can't kill me. It's a futile effort."
Jiang Linan laughed dumbly and said: "When did I say that I would kill you? Can I kill you?"
"You are the physical body, and I am a ray of soul."
"I, Jiang Linan, never do anything that exceeds my capabilities."
Duan Ziqian is operating from a distance - controlling the writing pen, and is very vigilant.
Jiang Linan glanced at the sealed space where Jiang Changnian was fighting, and said softly: "Nian'er, lend me a drop of your hard work to unlock the origin of the Phoenix Realm."
As soon as he finished speaking, a drop of scarlet blood rushed from the crack in space.
Jiang Lin'an curled his fingers and gathered them in the palm of his hand.
"boom."
The blood beads were crushed by him, and under the cover of the seal, they were pulled to the Phoenix Realm thousands of miles away.
"My real purpose is to trap you with the technique of killing."
"Put up a void barrier and trap you for three to five thousand years."
"In this way, with the nine wine bags and rice bags in Wen Palace, they can't hurt Nian'er Wantang, and they can't touch my Jiang family."
"It's even more impossible to reach out to Suning to settle the score."
"I have no worries and no regrets."
Duan Ziqian was anxious, his ancestor's demeanor was totally unethical: "My delusions have imprisoned me for three to five thousand years, and you can't even dream about it."
"Buzz buzz."
The writing brush was bright, and streaks of light gushed out from the entire body of the ink-black pen.
The obscure words were intertwined with eighteen forcibly activated formations, setting up a thick barrier at the end of the long river of blood and energy.
Like a towering wall that blocks the river of blood from flooding, it protects its own stability.
Duan Ziqian bit the tip of his tongue and also felt Wen Dian's literary spirit with the seal of his blood.
One side was as red as a blazing fire, burning through half of the sky.
One side is as golden as jade, and its literary spirit fills the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm.
The battle of life and death, the battle of semi-saints, is vast and imminent.
A man walks on a river of blood, his fighting spirit rising steadily.
It means having no hesitation and looking forward to death.
One person is flying with the spirit of enlightenment, and the murderous intention is surging.
It's thunderous and furious, it's furious.
In the grass below, ants in a small world trembled all over as if struck by lightning.
