Mu Qianxi could sense the general direction where the Blood Lord came out. He came out from the ground.
If there was an enemy attack, Mu Qianxi would definitely be the target of an attack while walking in the Blood Palace, but with Ziwei leading the way, they did not regard them as enemies.
Surrounded by a pile of rubble, Mu Qianxi found Wuya who was handcuffed and legcuffed underground.
He only had a fig leaf on his body, and Zi Wei threw out her robe to cover him.
There was no key to open the lock, so Mu Qianxi took out a bottle of corrosive potion and solved the problem.
Fusheng was free, and Mu Qianxi said: "Xiaoxue rushed here with all his strength, and finally managed to preserve your innocence, but he also put himself in danger."
"Protecting my innocence is not protecting his innocence. Damn pervert, I must let him die badly." Fusheng gritted his teeth and said.
"Xiaoxue has not reached the divine level. It is completely different from what you expected before. You definitely have a chance of winning."
"Even if there is no chance of winning, we still have to fight. We have no way out now, right?"
When Fusheng rushed over, Xiaoxue was already at a complete disadvantage.
"Boom!"
The branches of bloody thorns scattered all over the sky, and terrifying spiritual power roared in, trying to crush Xiaoxue.
The difference in strength between the two sides is too big. Even if the Bloody Thorns have a racial advantage, it doesn't have much benefit.
At this moment, a figure flashed out, and the Blood Lord's pupils shrank suddenly, condensing some of his strength.
After all, Fusheng cannot use spiritual power, and he will be easily injured under such power.
The Blood Lord said coldly: "Who let you out? How brave."
Fusheng said: "Let it go."
The Blood Lord was stunned and said: "Fu Sheng, you never care whether others live or die. Although this guy is a member of your race, there are so many bloody thorns in the world. It doesn't matter if one of them dies."
"What if I must ask you to let him go?" Fusheng asked.
"You are mine, how can you turn your arms outward? If you want me to let him go, you can let him go. How about you surrender to me willingly from now on?" the Blood Lord said with a playful smile.
"Now, kneel at my feet to show your loyalty."
At this time, Xiaoxue's voice came, "This is impossible, just dream!"
Fusheng also knew that with the character of the Blood Lord, he had discovered a strange plant that was about to break through the divine realm. No one could stop him, so it seemed that he had no choice but to fight!
In an instant, the bloody thorns filling the palace disappeared and turned into blood-red light spots, all of which merged into Fusheng's eyebrows.
Fusheng, who originally had no spiritual power at all, now possesses the power of a god-level alien plant.
Mu Qianxi was stunned, "What's going on? Xiao Xue?"
"You..." The Blood Lord was also a little surprised at this time.
"Hahaha!" He laughed suddenly.
"Fu Sheng! Fu Sheng! I really underestimate you. You are worthy of being the former lord of Blood Hell and a powerful god-level alien plant. You actually have a way to create a clone and make your clone become the alien of Blood Purgatory.
Plant it, and then let it grow up to the level of a god. Then you will be able to defeat me, Sima?"
"Fortunately, I couldn't hold it back and attacked you early, otherwise you wouldn't be willing to expose it and ruin your plan! You are really too arrogant. If you endure it for a while, you may really be able to kill me, but
But you can’t bear it!”
"You must have been planning for hundreds or thousands of years to make it a strange plant of this level! It's a pity that it was destroyed in one day."
The Blood Lord was crazy, and he was very proud that he ruined Fusheng's plan and did not let Fusheng succeed.
Otherwise, the outcome of his confrontation with a god-level alien plant is uncertain.
Fu Sheng said: "You underestimate me Fu Sheng. Hundreds or thousands of years, how could it take so long? In fact, it only took a month or two for my clone to become so powerful."
"This is impossible!" The Blood Lord didn't believe it.
The corner of Fusheng's mouth curled up slightly. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't believe it.
Mu Qianxi was also stunned. Xiaoxue is Fusheng, and Fusheng is Xiaoxue.
They are not father and son at all, but the same person. No wonder they look exactly the same and have similar personalities.
In order to leave the bloody purgatory, Fusheng actually thought of such a way.
The space was turbulent, and the Blood Lord rushed towards Fusheng, "Fusheng, don't worry! I can't bear to kill you, after all, I haven't got you yet! But with the spiritual power you managed to get, I will cripple you."
"You are in the Blood Purgatory, and I am protecting you, so you don't need spiritual power at all."
"Boom!"
The monarch's spiritual power was too strong. Fusheng's body and clone merged, and his strength increased a lot.
But no! It’s not enough!
He couldn't cross the threshold of the divine level at all.
He didn't know the reason before, but now he knows.
"hateful!"
The Blood Lord had seriously injured him and his soul at the same time. Those wounds could not be healed in the Blood Purgatory, so they remained the same even after so many years.
It is completely impossible to take that step to reach the divine level when one's soul is injured.
"Rumble!" Fusheng burst out with extreme strength to compete with the Blood Lord, and thunderous sounds echoed in the air.
In the blink of an eye, the outcome is decided!
"Bang!" The beautiful red-haired man fell from the sky.
It hurts! Fusheng frowned, feeling like his whole body was about to fall apart, but it still didn’t work!
A dark light flashed in the golden eyes. Even if she died with him, she didn't want to be trapped by him. This way, the little cutie might have a chance to leave the bloody purgatory.
This is the only way!
Mu Qianxi could not clearly see their battle with her eyes, but her soul force could sense it all. She discovered that Fu Sheng was accumulating strength.
This idiot wants to blow himself up!
Mu Qianxi guessed Fusheng's thoughts and her face darkened, "No!"
The Blood Lord once again approached Fusheng. Once he took action again, Fusheng knew that he would not even have the ability to self-destruct by then, so he could only... now...
A purple figure suddenly appeared and stood in front of the Blood Lord.
Ziwei said: "Lord Blood Lord, I have something to ask you."
"Don't you see that I still have something to do? I only pay attention to you for the sake of your master Wuya. If you get in the way too much, I will kill you." Regarding Zi who suddenly ran out to cause trouble,
Wei, the Blood Lord is very unhappy.
"I'll talk to you about other things after I train my pet to be obedient. Now give me..."
"Hiss!" In an instant, the Blood Lord gasped.
There was actually someone hiding in the dark, attacking his soul.
He is the master of Blood Purgatory, the most powerful person with the strongest soul power.
How could there be someone here with a soul stronger than his, who could even hurt him?
