Yang Yun's face was ferocious. After merging with the soul of the ancient demon, he no longer looked as gentle and elegant as before, but became a real demon.
He growled, suddenly stretched out his finger, pointed it at the center of his eyebrows, and plunged it in!
Between Yang Yun's eyebrows, there was a third eye - the eye of blood magic. But at this moment, Yang Yun's finger pierced the eyeball!
"Peng!"
The red crystal surrounding the Eye of Blood Magic burst into pieces, and traces of essence and blood burst out, bright and bright red.
Reaching out and pricking his own eyes, this requires so much ruthlessness. At that moment, Yang Yun's face twisted, and his aura suddenly surged.
After the Eye of Blood Magic was destroyed, essence and blood energy escaped, all of which was swallowed by Yang Yun with his mouth open. His body began to change, growing taller and longer, and the muscles all over his body were tangled. In the skin on his back, some small
Red lines spurted out, dancing like the tentacles of a jellyfish. His bones and muscles were flowing with blood-colored brilliance, like strips of red horses. After traveling thousands of feet in the sky, they were all submerged.
inside his body.
At that moment, Yang Yun's cultivation level was extremely close to the middle stage of Shenhai. It could even be said that he had reached the middle stage of Shenhai in a short period of time.
The Eye of Destruction of the Blood Technique, exhausting the magical powers that have been cultivated over the past few years, completely exploded the power of the Great Blood Alchemy, bringing the realm of the Great Blood Alchemy to perfection!
If Yang Yun had already cultivated the Blood Refining Technique to the highest level, he would not have been forced to this point, but now he was seriously injured and was suppressed by a secret method. Lin Ming discovered his weakness and was shrouded in the Hongmeng Space.
The weather, the right location, the people, and Yang Yun were all untouched. It could be said that he was currently in the worst state to fight Lin Ming. If he didn't fight hard, he would really be doomed.
"I destroyed the Eye of Blood Magic, ruined the three years of hard work and let the blood power in my body reach its peak, but if I can kill you, it will all be worth it!"
Only by killing Lin Ming and learning the secrets of Lin Ming did Yang Yun have any hope of soaring into the sky, breaking through the divine sea, breaking through the divine transformation, and becoming the overlord of the divine domain. Otherwise, with Yang Yun's qualifications, he would be placed in this vast world.
There is nothing in the universe. There are as many people as him as sand in the Ganges, but they all died on the road to martial arts. It is just a dream to climb to the peak of martial arts.
Yang Yun bit his tongue violently, opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. At that moment, the blood gathered into a rain of blood and swayed down.
The sky was filled with blood rain, ghosts were crying and gods howling, as if hundreds of millions of ghosts were wailing between heaven and earth.
"Demon-slaying blood rain, a vicious martial arts technique included in the Great Blood Refining Technique, burns one's own blood essence and lifespan. If you use this technique, you will lose one hundred years of lifespan!"
Lin Ming's expression changed. He knew every move Yang Yun used. The life span of a warrior is so precious. Techniques that deplete one's life span should only be used when desperate. But now, as soon as Yang Yun made a move, everything was gone.
Such desperate martial arts.
Every drop of blood rain contains a soul, which is the wronged soul of countless creatures killed by Yang Yun's practice of blood alchemy. It contains endless resentment. If the soul is invaded, it will make people go crazy and become insane.
die.
A pouring rain of blood pours wantonly into the Hongmeng space.
The Hongmeng space annihilates all energy and the laws of all things, which naturally includes blood.
With the sound of "chichichi", drops of blood rain were burned, and the resentment was destroyed and dissipated invisible! However, Hongmeng Space is not invincible, and its law of destruction may consume Lin Ming's body's energy.
Seeing large tracts of blood being swallowed up, Yang Yun didn't feel any distress at all. He actually bit the tip of his tongue again and spurted out three balls of blood in one breath. Three balls of blood, each with a lifespan of a hundred years, plus the previous one.
Tuan, Yang Yun burned four hundred years of life in one go.
More blood rain poured out, and the blood rain became more and more powerful. In the end, it was like a waterfall falling from the sky!
Under the rain of blood, the coverage area of Hongmeng Space decreased sharply and shrank more and more. Lin Ming, who was inside, also felt the rapid loss of body energy!
The power of Hongmeng Space is great, but the consumption is also extremely shocking. If Lin Ming had not replaced it with a warrior, he would have been sucked dry by activating Hongmeng Space, let alone suppressing the sea of gods.
Suppressing the Hongmeng Space, Yang Yun felt that his power had returned and became as surging as the ocean tide. At this time, he used various secret methods regardless of the cost to restore his combat effectiveness to the strongest state.
"Hahaha! This is my strongest power. Let you see all my strength. If you hadn't conspired to break my blood refining technique, I would be in this state in a month or two.
You fight! Now I have lost a thousand years of life in total, and I have reached this state!"
In the middle stage of the Divine Sea, depending on the number of times of death, the lifespan is only four to seven thousand years. In order to quickly increase his strength when Yang Yun was young, he used some magic secrets under the guidance of the ancient demon, and had already lost two years.
His lifespan of a thousand years has now been lost for another thousand years in one breath. The Fire Sutra of his own life has begun to turn from prosperity to decline, which is equivalent to approaching middle age. If Lin Ming is not killed and finds a way to make up for his lifespan, his potential will be reduced.
Gradually exhausted, unable to break through for life.
It can be said that Yangyun has already sunk the ship.
At that moment, Yang Yun's whole body's energy was running to the extreme, bursting out with the strength of the middle stage of the divine sea. Yang Yun's middle stage of the divine sea was based on the eighth level of fate, plus the resources of many ancient demons, and the practice of divine realm techniques.
It is far from being comparable to the warriors of Tianyan Continent, and is even stronger than the Eight Meteor Thunder Emperors tens of thousands of years ago.
At this time, he struck with all his strength, the color of the heaven and earth changed, the wind and clouds retreated into seclusion, and it was like thousands of blood pools from Shura Hell reappearing in the world.
Facing this blow, Lin Ming let out a loud roar, "Yang Yun, no matter how hard you burn your life, you are still practicing a second-rate skill from the God Realm. How much power can you exert if it changes the world? And my skill
Fa is two sets of supreme divine weapons, with dual cultivation of Dharma and body, and even the Hongmeng War Spirit! My background, my artistic conception, my bloodline, and my will are far beyond your comparison. Even if you try your best, you will only let me down.
I was boiling with excitement."
"Burn, the blood of the ancient phoenix!"
At that moment, Lin Ming's brows burst out with blazing brilliance, scorching the heaven and earth. Behind him, the shadow of an ancient phoenix appeared, soaring into the sky!
Lin Ming held the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd in his hand, and when he thrust out the halberd, the blood evil energy on the halberd was burned!
"Boom!"
There was an earth-shattering explosion, and Yang Yun's sword light was directly shattered by the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd. At this moment, Yang Yun took out a three-legged cauldron from the Sumeru Ring. This cauldron was engraved with countless flowers, birds, insects, and fish.
Among these patterns, there are also the four sacred beasts of Qinglong, Suzaku, White Tiger and Xuanwu, and an ancient tripod, stained with blood, as if it has experienced endless years!
Lin Ming didn't feel much when he saw this divine cauldron, but the expressions of all the fifty or so powerful people from the divine sea around him changed drastically.
"This is the Panwu Divine Cauldron! The number one divine weapon in Tianyan Continent!"
"Yes, it is indeed the Panwu Divine Cauldron, the holy weapon used by the Jiuding Divine Kingdom to suppress the national destiny. Its quality is even better than that of the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd and the complete Demon Emperor's Armor. It was originally in the hands of Yang Luotian, but Yang Luotian died.
This Panwu Divine Cauldron naturally fell into Yang Yun's hands."
"This sacred artifact is rumored to weigh 2.16 million kilograms. This is the first time I have seen it. To be precise, it has never been born in the past five thousand years, because no power is worthy of the Jiuding Divine Kingdom.
Martial God Cauldron!”
As soon as the Panwu Divine Cauldron appeared, Yang Yun wrapped a layer of energy and blood around the cauldron and smashed it down towards Lin Ming!
The giant cauldron weighing 2.16 million kilograms is almost four times as heavy as the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd. Because it is refined by Yang Yun, it can be activated at will according to Yang Yun's will, and does not require much energy. At this time
The impact is like an ancient meteorite falling to the earth. If a powerful person from the Divine Sea is hit, his body will instantly shatter and die!
Lin Ming's pupils shrank, and four of the eight gates of Dunjia were opened simultaneously. After the four gates were opened, Lin Ming only had more than two million kilograms of strength, which was not enough to compete with the Panwu Divine Cauldron, but he still had true energy and a fighting spirit.
"Hongmeng War Spirit, Rong!"
A silver-gray gun-shaped war spirit flew out from the sea of consciousness and merged into the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd. Lin Ming shouted loudly and raised his hand to throw the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd!
"Boom!"
The blood halberd flew horizontally, the space vibrated, and it exploded like thousands of thunders.
On one side is a giant cauldron weighing 2.16 million kilograms, and on the other is a Great Wilderness Blood Halberd of 800,000 kilograms. They are both flying at a speed faster than the sound. How terrifying would it be if they collided?
"when!"
The blood halberd and the Panwu Divine Cauldron collided heavily, like the roar of morning bells and evening drums, and the space for several miles around collapsed.
The Panwu Divine Cauldron suddenly shook and flew backwards, and the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd was also bounced away. At that moment, a deep dent appeared on the Cauldron God of the Panwu Divine Cauldron, which was obviously left by the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd.
Come down!
On the other hand, the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd has no damage. This is the power of the war spirit. The Great Wilderness Blood Halberd is blessed by the Hongmeng War Spirit and is indestructible!
"The Panwu Divine Cauldron was damaged?"
"An 800,000-jin Dahuang Blood Halberd was used to resist the 2.16 million-jin Panwu Divine Cauldron, but it was actually the Panwu Divine Cauldron that was damaged!?"
When everyone saw the dent, they could hardly believe that the most sacred weapon in the Tianyan Continent, the foundation of the Jiuding Divine Kingdom, and the divine object that suppressed the national destiny, had actually been damaged. How strong must the impact be?
In the midst of the lightning and flint, no one was given any chance to react. After Yang Yun threw the Panwu Divine Cauldron, he didn't care about it at all. He held the blood sword and flashed in front of Lin Ming. The blade was as sharp as a poisonous snake.
Straight into Lin Ming's throat.
This sword pierced the void, reaching its peak. A sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Ming's mouth, and his body rushed out. With a flick of his right hand, a milky white thunder ball emerged from the palm of his hand. It was Lin Ming who collected it from the Hundred Miles of Thunder Field.