The three figures were like three pillars of light rising into the sky, boiling the already swollen pool of blood.
Tushanjun and Datou stopped at the same time and looked up.
"Three people?"
Tu Shanjun looked surprised. He remembered that there were only two people at the bottom of the pool.
Datou was originally surprised by Tushanjun's stable aura. He originally wanted to find out what he had missed, but he didn't expect Tushanjun to recover so quickly. Forget it, why was there another foundation-building monk on the scene?
Looking at it this way, there are already five foundation-building monks gathered in the Blood Spirit Hall.
The entire Xiaoling Prefecture may not necessarily have five foundation builders in total.
"Brother Tushan, it was my fault just now. I thought you injured your bones and muscles." Big Tou cupped his hands, with a smile on his face.
He became less nervous when there were more people. If he were to fight Tushanjun alone, he would always feel unsure.
Based on the power he saw displayed by Tushanjun in the blood pool on the second floor, if it takes a long time, he should not be Tushanjun's opponent.
As everyone knows, if it really drags on into a protracted battle, it’s still unclear who will win and who will lose.
Tu Shanjun would not have a good look on his face. He could have waited for Wen Yue to recover his magic power, but Datou insisted on blasting him out.
He also felt a little more angry: "Brother Big Tou has been coveting my alchemy skills, hasn't he? You can come and get it."
"Forget it, I'm actually very afraid of death." The big-headed ghost waved his hand, but did not take off his guard. He quietly took two steps back and did not step forward again.
Tu Shanjun did not take action again. He could not draw too much of Wen Yue's mana.
These three foundation-building monks in the sky are equally difficult to deal with.
Tu Shanjun thought it was better to escape for his life at this time.
In a duel like this, Wen Yue couldn't intervene at all. He could only provide mana to support his husband in the fight.
Wen Yue pressed the Yin Soul Pill in his mouth and slowly obtained the spiritual energy to ensure that his mana would not fall below 60%.
Holding the spiritual stone in his hand, he is always ready with other elixirs to restore his mana.
Even if his strength greatly improves, he cannot take too much Yinhun Pill. It can only be used as an emergency and cannot completely rely on Yinhun Pill.
The consequences of over-reliance on the Yinhun Pill last time are still vivid in my mind.
Ancestor Feng was majestic, with his consciousness locked on the blood-robed man, with bracelets and flying swords surrounding his side, and he asked fiercely: "Who are you?"
He had already blasted away Lu Guang just now, and when he was about to get the elixir, he suddenly noticed movement in the blood coffin.
A figure flew out of the blood coffin, and in the blink of an eye, it had passed through the three-layer blood pool and appeared in the inner hall.
Of course, he couldn't let this thing take away the elixir and use his physical skills to chase it out.
The man in blood robe is holding the blood jade alchemy, revealing his pale arms.
He raised his head slightly and saw a bloodless pale face under the torn bloody robe.
Even though he is as white as a ghost, you can still see his handsomeness in the past, and memories flashed in his eyes: "Who am I?"
"I have lived so long that I have forgotten it."
The blood-robed figure spoke, his voice hoarse like the roar of a wild beast, and his pale pupils were gradually filled with scarlet, turning into a pair of blood pupils.
At the same foundation-building stage, his aura is slightly weaker than that of Patriarch Feng, and slightly stronger than that of Lu Guang.
Tu Shanjun speculated that the opponent's strength was roughly in the middle stage of foundation building.
"Since you have forgotten, let's sleep here forever."
Patriarch Feng didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, and the flying swords surrounding him immediately cut out dozens of sword shadows, surrounding the blood-robed man.
"By you?"
Disdain flashed in the blood-robed man's eyes. He raised his arm and the boundless pool of blood under him gathered crazily, forming a blood shield in front of him and blocking Patriarch Feng's sword shadow.
"How is that possible!" Old Ancestor Feng exclaimed, with a bit of shock on his face.
He is the strongest person in Xiaolingzhou, with peak foundation-building strength.
The sword techniques used with all his strength were actually blocked by this blood-robed man.
The man in blood robe shook his head slightly, turned his palm, and the blood shield collapsed and the shadows of the wrapped swords also dissipated: "You are really too weak."
"Who are you anyway."
The man in blood robe stopped and thought: "I..., now you can call me 'Blood Demon'."
"Fellow Daoist Lu, you and I join forces." Old Ancestor Feng lowered his face. He had not fought with others for a long time, and his combat skills were inevitably unfamiliar.
There is nothing to be ashamed of. Being able to kill the blood demon and obtain the blood jade alchemy is the most important thing.
"Blood Demon?"
Lu Guang thought about the demons that once appeared in Xiaolingzhou, and there was no such person in his memory.
Even he was shocked by the other party's methods.
It doesn't matter that he is proficient in combat arts. Even his magic power is far superior to him. He must have practiced superior martial arts.
"Out-of-state demons are lurking here?"
Lu Guang didn't think much about it. The top priority was to suppress the demon.
"Five Spirit Seal Technique."
The blood demon turned the magic seal in his hand, and the magic robe was covered with a layer of light light. Each of his hands resisted Patriarch Feng and Lu Guang.
The big head in the inner hall gasped and opened his mouth in surprise.
What kind of monster has come out here? It can actually kill two foundation-building monks.
Tu Shanjun looked solemn, this thing was filled with strong blood evil energy.
Most importantly, this is a dead man.
Even though Tushanjun has become a ghost, he still feels chills down his spine from such weird things.
There is no vitality in Blood Demon's body. He said that he has forgotten who he is, maybe he really has forgotten.
"Sir, do we want to help?" Wen Yue asked in a low voice.
There is no need to investigate those who think they are demons, just treat them as demons and suppress them.
"Fellow Taoist Datou." Lu Guang shouted loudly.
Datou looked embarrassed, he knew that this man in blood robe was not easy to mess with.
But it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. If all four of them join the battlefield, this blood demon will also be suppressed.
However, if the blood jade alchemy fell into the hands of Patriarch Feng, he would not be able to get any favors either.
He didn't think much about it, turned around and ran away, he didn't want to get involved anymore.
Lu Guang frowned suddenly and gritted his teeth to resist the blood demon's spell. He called the evil spirits twice today for help, but they all had the same reaction. After hearing his call, they not only did not come to help, but turned around and ran away.
"Is my reputation, Lu Guang, already so bad?"
The blood demon formed a military seal with his right hand, and countless weapon shadows gathered in the blood pool and shot out to cover Patriarch Feng and Lu Guang.
Spirit talismans were shot out one after another, and the inner hall was completely unable to support itself after being bombarded indiscriminately.
Ancestor Feng formed the sword control seal with his hands. Now, he can no longer display the full power of controlling the flying sword with his spiritual consciousness, so he can only use what he has learned.
He even felt that he was in the middle stage of foundation building, while the Blood Demon opposite him was in the late stage of foundation building or even at its peak.
The blood demon is really strong, so strong that Patriarch Feng's hundreds of sword shadows can only cause minor injuries to the opponent.
During the fighting and bombardment, he also suffered serious internal injuries, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Lu Guang is even worse, just because Lu Guang is a Yin god who borrows spiritual objects, so as long as the spiritual objects are not broken, there won't be much of a problem.
"Sword turns into rainbow light!"
Patriarch Feng roared, his body's magic power burst out, and his flying sword turned into a dazzling light.
While smashing the phantom of the blood pool in front of him, he penetrated the blood demon's body.
"This is somewhat interesting."
The blood demon lowered his head and looked at the big hole in his chest. The flesh sprouts squirmed to repair it, and the wound healed again as the blood column poured in.
Ancestor Feng was also furious, and he printed one hand seal after another: "I don't believe you can last until the end."
The rainbow light differentiates rapidly.
The spiritual object in Lu Guang's body also manifested its original appearance, which turned out to be a golden feather.
"The Five Spirits Cycle Seal."
While the mana poured out, the seals formed a circuit, and the five spiritual lights turned into twenty-five, forming a large net that enveloped the blood demon's body.
The five directions quickly contracted, trapping the blood demon in the net.
In the battle between the three of them, the Blood Demon still had the upper hand, but both Feng Laozu and Lu Guang had figured out certain rules, so it was no longer as difficult as it was at the beginning.
Ancestor Feng found that the opponent's strength was indeed extraordinary, but the blood demon seemed unable to leave the blood pool. Perhaps it was because he had forgotten too many things, and the connection of the offensive was not perfect.
It is the best choice to fight a protracted battle with his hard cultivation at the peak of foundation building.
The blood demon saw the two people's plan. He wanted to defeat one of them first to find a solution, but Lu Guang's Yin Shen speed as a spiritual creature master was even faster.
Patriarch Feng's fighting ability is not very strong, but his cultivation level is high and his magic power is deep.
The mana thickness at the peak of Foundation Establishment determines the lower limit of his combat power.
"Head."
The Qi practitioners of Wuling Sect rushed into the hall.
Lu Guang, who was still looking firm at first, suddenly panicked and yelled: "Run away!"
There is only one sect disciple at the eleventh level of Qi training, and the ninth and tenth levels are also quite rare. If these people are lost here, the Five Spirits Sect will be severely damaged.
"Is this the battle in the foundation building period?"
The monk who had perfected his Qi practice looked up. He could not clearly see the leader's battle at all. His body was so overwhelmed by the huge pressure that he did not dare to resist.
"Run away!"
Lu Guang allocated part of his mana to help them relieve the pressure.
The Wuling Sect monks did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, let alone hold back, and hurriedly evacuated outside the main hall.
They can't participate in the master's battle at all. Only by walking far away can the master be distracted.
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
The blood pool spread across the inner hall, and the blood demon directly escaped into the blood pool and chased the monks of the Five Spirits Sect.
Tu Shanjun lifted Wen Yue up to prevent the blood pool from getting them involved, then turned around and ran away.
Lu Guangfei rushed to catch up, and his magic power turned into mist, which rolled up the disciples of the Five Spirit Sect and threw them out of the hall.
The Blood Demon is still unyielding and wants to track down the disciples of the Five Spirits Sect.
"Rotary printing method."
Hundreds of rays of light converged into a large woven net, blocking the surging pool of blood.
Thirty breaths, as long as you can resist thirty breaths, you will be successful.
Hundreds of sword shadows gathered crazily above, piercing into all directions of the blood pool.
Since there is such a good opportunity, how could Old Ancestor Feng let it go?
"You can't stop me."
"Can't stop it?"
Twenty-five breaths passed, and Lu Guang gritted his teeth.
He immediately turned over and rushed in: "Let me see if I can stop you."
The golden feather in his body suddenly emitted an extremely terrifying aura.
Lu Guang's Yin Shen suddenly enlarged and shrank, full of cracks.
"not good!"
The blood demon was shocked.
Ancestor Feng also lost his temper and retreated quickly.
Lu Guang was so crazy that he wanted to self-destruct spiritual objects and ghosts.
On the other side, Tu Shanjun has escaped with Wen Yue.
The monks of the Wuling Sect also fled the hall in embarrassment.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded.
The air wave blew everyone away.
During the shock, the low-level Qi practitioner spit out a large mouthful of blood.