In the arena, there was a loud sound that shook the sky and the earth. In the arena, there was a lot of blood and evil energy steaming, as if it was a blood prison.
And in this blood prison, there are even more red figures flitting around. They are all bright red without any impurities. Their pairs of purple-red pupils are even more strange, as if the sky fire is burning. As if they have their own intelligence, they are full of evil spirit and overflowing with hostility, like messengers from hell, chasing their prey in this limited space.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
A pale golden figure shuttled through the blood prison at such a fast speed that it was difficult to catch it with the naked eye. He held a pitch black giant sword in his hand, and he chopped each of the hell messengers into pieces as he swung it. Two pieces, and then passed quickly, the figure flickering everywhere, leaving no trace at all, avoiding the pursuit of these hell messengers.
"I'm going to lose..."
Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but sigh.
Of course, this is not because Feng Hao is too weak, but because his opponent is really too strong.
"It's a pity. If it were compared to the previous ones, he would definitely be able to win the first place."
Some people from the older generation lamented and sighed for Feng Hao.
However, even if he did not win first place, no one dared to underestimate him.
After all, there is already a level difference between the two in terms of realm. If they were at the same level, the results might be different.
Even the big guys on the high platform thought that Feng Hao could not hold on much longer. In fact, the gray-haired and childlike old man was already ready to save people at any time.
Just everything that happened in the newly promoted competition was enough for him to pay attention to Feng Hao.
The Poison God's Palace, the Killing God's Palace, and the Eight Apertures Body are magical means to get close to all kinds of people. If they grow up, even if the Human Emperor's Palace does not have the Xuwu Body, it will still be able to compete with the other two palaces.
Therefore, one can imagine Feng Hao's status in his heart.
If such a genius is lost, the Renhuang Palace will go back to its original point again and may be replaced by the Nandou Palace.
"There's no chance, there's no chance..."
Long Yueguan stood there, his figure shaky and muttering in a lifeless manner, just like a dying person.
The secret technique of this afterimage is too terrifying. Each puppet of this level can be compared to a person with a divine body. However, under his secret technique, the puppets are endless. At this time, under On the stage, there are at least fifty or sixty puppets condensed from blood energy.
However, no one saw that Feng Hao's red eyes changed from time to time.
The pupils that were originally floating like a sea of blood, now, although they are still red, are burning like a wisp of fire...
Sometimes it's like a volcano erupting thinly, sometimes it's like a candle in the wind, strange and changeable.
In his brain, the nine orifices chanted in unison, and the sound was loud, far beyond what the seven orifices could compare to.
Of course, Feng Hao didn't know what the situation was like with the seven orifices. If he knew, he would definitely be shocked.
Because, the sound resounding from these nine orifices can even be compared to some third-level mortal saints.
In other words, the two extra orifices lifted him up two levels.
Otherwise, how could he defeat the second level Mortal Saint with his strength of the first level Mortal Saint?
At this time, in Feng Hao's mind, he still believed that the Nine Apertures had not brought him much benefit at all. Perhaps, the benefits had not yet evaporated at all.
Moreover, what the Nine Apertures bring is far more than that. In addition to regulating the rhythm, the speed is also many times faster than those of the Seven Apertures.
And within his mind, the lines on the inner wall were even more obvious. The burning sound that resounded was like a sharp knife, carving its own traces on the Dao Seal hanging in the center...
After condensing eighty-one puppets, the afterimage stopped reciting the ancient mantra. With a pair of eyes like a sea of blood, he looked coldly at Feng Hao, who was skimming in the blood prison. Slowly, he raised his hand The red sword in his hand.
"cut."
At the moment when Feng Hao was surrounded by three puppets, Afterimage quickly took action, slashed out his long sword, drew a red mark, and struck Feng Hao directly on the back at extremely high speed, sending him flying away.
At that moment, Feng Hao almost fainted. The severe pain on his back was like cutting him in half, and he grinned in pain.
His body was about to burst. On his back, there was a long mark. The flesh and blood were split open. You could even see that the bones inside were chopped into two pieces. The bones were white and golden, and golden blood flowed out.
"His blood is actually golden."
At the scene, some sharp-eyed people saw the abnormality on his back and exclaimed, with incredible expressions in their pupils.
The color of blood can only be changed by those who have reached a certain level and imprint the 'Tao' they have understood in their blood and pass it on.
This is common sense, something everyone knows.
"It seems that he has received a great inheritance. Perhaps it is the origin of that black energy..."
Some people are speculating, and they feel that there is a high probability.
Everything about Feng Hao surprised them. If he was inherited by a certain extraordinary powerful person, then it can still be explained in this way.
However, what makes them confused is why they have never heard of the existence of this kind of energy.
"Chichichi..."
In the process of being thrown away, Feng Hao's back, limbs, and chest were all slashed by the puppets rushing around him. Blood burst out, and his skin and flesh were torn apart. It was so miserable.
When some people saw this, they couldn't bear to look any further, so they closed their eyes or turned their heads away.
On the high platform, the old man with gray hair and childlike face was about to take action, but he stopped again, and a surprised light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
Because, in Feng Hao's eyes, there was neither dimness nor the sea of blood from before, but two flames...
The pure flames were like candlelight, suddenly ignited. At the same time, in his brain, on the Tao seal in the Tao core, it was obvious that there was a red color, sparkling and moving, burning everything.
"Buzz..."
This kind of burning sound was very high, but also seemed to be very low, resounding endlessly, reverberating in his body, and then, a huge momentum erupted from Feng Hao's body, just like a volcanic eruption, making his His momentum surged several times, shattering the blood mist around him and breaking open his own territory.
{Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our biggest motivation}