But Jianghu was too loyal to just sit back and watch, so he came back.
At least, his body must be snatched away.
The loud cry in the Pure Land summoned twenty-eight righteous knights, and when they rushed into the Blood Holy City, what they saw was a huge pit, and there was no one on top of the ruins.
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It's night on the first day.
Six thousand three hundred and fifty-eight battles.
Under the cold moonlight, Li Dingxun's fist-pumping posture was steady.
The floor has sunk half of his body, and Li Dingxun's calf is soaked in a pool of gray-red powder. Every time he punches, the water will splash high and slow ripples.
Gradually, a vortex formed around him, allowing him to expose his legs and feet to the air and no longer be corroded by the venom.
The fist becomes inertia, a base point that supports his life. When he stops, there will only be two results.
He dies, or the enemy dies.
The twelve blood demons have completely mutated, and each one looks like an ancient evil demon, with three heads and six arms, fangs and sharp claws.
Weird prayers began to echo. They were completely chaotic sentences, sentences that made people crazy. When a large number of blasphemous words were piled up and read in an inhuman tone, they could evoke fear in human hearts in an instant.
Li Dingxun felt severe pain in his eyes, his heart was beating wildly, and blood was bursting out, as if it was about to be squeezed out of his eyeballs. He simply closed his eyes and punched with inspiration.
Big clumsy hands!
Perhaps it was because the floor reached its limit. After Li Dingxun's punch, a huge collapse occurred. With a crash, as slurry poured in, he also fell into the hole on the lower floor.
After forcing the twelve blood demons back a little, he felt that his eyes no longer hurt so much, so he opened his eyes and looked around.
Through the dim light leaking from the loophole, he saw the end of the upper blood waterfall, which was a huge black porphyry statue of Yaksha. The skull was cut open to form a pool, and the blood waterfall poured into the pool and then flowed into the statue.
In addition to this huge, 100-meter-tall Yaksha statue, there are also many statues of ancient beasts, evil gods, mountain spirits, and water monsters around, showing a strong atmosphere of witchcraft festivals. Some of these statues are crude, some are exquisite, and their expressions are like
, the spirit is cruel, being in it is like dreaming back to the ancient times, the era when people drank hair and drank blood.
At this time, the twelve blood demons broke through the upper floor and rushed into the cave. They had completely lost their minds and rushed over madly when they saw Li Dingxun.
They are becoming more and more powerful, and Li Dingxun gradually feels that he is invincible, and even his clumsy hands cannot kill them directly. And the power of their ghost claws has approached the level of divine first-level martial arts.
Not to mention the heart-crushing Kuva and blood poison.
The armor of the third-grade super has been corroded in spots, and there are bleeding holes on the skin of the tall, broad, statue-like body. His muscles are twitching involuntarily, and they are forcibly restrained by the inner energy and explode.
Punch!
Li Dingxun used the three-level roaring fourteen hands, which were as powerful as a rain of meteorites or the arrows of a rebel army, striking in all directions. Under such high-speed and high-pressure impact, the big tendons in his right wrist suddenly broke.
Bang! Like the tearing of strings, a melodious trill echoed in the darkness.
With severe pain in his heart, Li Dingxun frowned and glanced at his right hand, showing a look of boredom and contempt.
The five fingers of the right hand are completely disabled and cannot clench a fist or extend the palm. In this case, it is used as a whip. It is whipped left and right, and the evil wind blows out, and the power does not decrease but increases.
But this is a signal, a signal that the body is on the verge of collapse.
Breaking through the ghost claws, he stamped his palm on Yu Yuandi's head, flattening the metallic-colored head, and his brains mixed with turbid blood splashed up to the sky with a loud squeak.
Broken palmar bone of left hand.
Yu Yuandi, who had tenacious vitality, let out an indistinct roar and kicked his legs suddenly.
The second level of extreme, blood shadow legs, is passed down from the overseas extreme areas, it is exquisite and strange, and the whole body of the one who hits it will be torn apart.
Li Dingxun also kicked his legs, performed ninth-level body movements, mountain-shaking steps, hard horse and hard bridge, like a python flicking its tail.
Keng!
Yu Yuandi's leg bone burst, and Li Dingxun's knee was shattered.
Injury to the legs and feet is equivalent to cutting off the roots of a tree, causing the person to be unable to lift himself up, and his momentum will suddenly weaken.
continue.
The limbs were broken one by one.
Li Dingxun violently smashed the enemy's head with his headbutt, knocking the twelve demons back into the pool of blood again.
His majestic body also fell to the ground.
There are fifteen top sects in the world, five of which are evil sects: Snowy King Kong Sect, Huainan Jie Qingmen, Yunnan Five Immortals Sect, Fujian Fulong Tan, and Jiangbei Blood Sect. King Kong Sect has turned into smoke, and Fulong Tan has been replaced by the righteous.
Suppressed and afraid to show their heads, the Five Immortals Sect is huddled in a corner of the southwest, and the Jie Qing Sect's whereabouts are mysterious. Only the Blood Sect has always been prosperous. The secret hidden behind this is of course not that simple.
Li Dingxun knew that he had tried his best.
No one can perform clumsy moves hundreds of times in one day.
The iron body will also be destroyed and torn into pieces by the violent force.
Li Dingxun, who has surpassed the limit, has not surpassed the gods and demons.
People have their upper limit.
Li Dingxun lay on the ground and laughed.
In the sixteen years since he was born, it was the first time that he smiled so wildly and cheerfully.
This sound echoed back and forth in the cave, as low as a taunt.
For some unknown reason, the twelve blood demons have not resurrected from the blood waterfall. When Li Dingxun's laughter deepened, everything fell into silence.
But it was not silence after all. The roar of blood and water was still in my ears, and the statues seemed to have come to life.
Shadows came out of their bodies one after another, glowing with blood, and gathered into a torrent, rushing towards Li Dingxun and starting to bite his body.
Sparks flew everywhere, and his bones were indeed as strong as iron and stone.
The essence is constantly being extracted by these ghosts. This is a sacrifice, so Li Dingxun is the best sacrifice, the body, will and soul of the God of War.
Death is my friend, and now he invites me to become the master of nothingness.
Li Dingxun blinked and looked at the moon.
In front of my eyes are these blood shadows that suddenly appear. They are just some kind of tools. They are flying like agents of death. They are the cause of an effect. The body and will of death descend on them. Like a paintbrush, they are like a paintbrush.
The inscription was simply left blank in the night sky, writing "Li Dingxun, the Lion Prime Minister, died in the early morning of the thirteenth day of the first lunar month in the 116th year of the Pure Land Calendar."
It was not a full moon night, which made Li Dingxun quite regretful.
However, he was not killed by these blood shadows. They absorbed enough blood and bones and flew into the blood pool.
The bubbling, sweet and fragrant blood fragrance comes, reminding people of autumn maltose, spring nectar, fried crispy whitebait, and stewed soft meat bones.
Li Dingxun's head with his skull exposed turned slightly and looked towards the blood pool.
The fragrance can't cover up the smell.
There was a claw on the side of Yasha's head, and then another, more and more, hundreds of claws.
A three-foot-tall hundred-armed ghost stood up from the blood pool.
Blood splashed and slid from his body, as if he was standing up from a bath.
The head is covered with arms, and countless beautiful golden eyes grow out of the dark palms.