What came out from under the soil was none other than the bloody sword that had been submerged by the terrifying purple waves before.
Xue Jian's breathing was rapid, his face was pale, and only the hilt of the bloody sword in his right hand was left.
"It's so dangerous. If I hadn't stepped onto the second step of the Xutian Bridge to become immortal, I might have died just now!"
Xue Jian's eyes were full of fear. After being submerged by the high purple waves, his body collapsed. Even the soul and the virtual bridge were washed away by the high purple waves.
But fortunately, at the moment when his whole body collapsed, he hid a drop of blood in his body into the soil below.
Although his entire soul and the virtual bridge were destroyed, after cultivating himself into immortality, as long as there is a drop of blood that is immortal, he can use this drop of blood to reshape his life.
However, the cost of reshaping life is extremely high, and the strength of the reshaped life will be greatly damaged, and it will take a huge amount of time and resources to restore it.
The current Xue Jian is extremely weak, his face is as pale as snow, and his aura is much weaker than at the beginning.
At this moment, the Blood Sword also noticed that at some point behind the Blood Temple, there was a terrifying purple sword that penetrated the sky and the earth.
And within hundreds of thousands of miles around, the place that was supposed to be the Blood Temple was now in ruins and deserted.
Xue Jian seemed to have thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he murmured in a low voice: "The Blood Temple disappeared? Was it destroyed?"
Although Xue Jian's words were full of doubts, he understood in his heart that his guess should be correct, and he was still destroyed by the purple sword behind him.
"Then what kind of freak is Zhuo Wen? How can he have such terrifying power?"
Looking at the terrifying purple sword, Xue Jian immediately thought of Zhuo Wen. After all, this purple sword contained Zhuo Wen's aura.
"Palace Master..."
A surging bloody power enveloped the Blood Sword, and then the Blood Sword felt its body lighten as it flew towards the Blood God.
Arriving in front of the Blood God, the Blood Sword quickly bowed and stood up. He knew very well that the Blood God had always been in seclusion in the Blood Temple. Now that he came out, there was only one possibility, and that was that he was forced out by the purple sword.
"let's go!"
The Blood God looked at the purple sword on the old site of the Blood Temple with some confusion, sighed softly, and left the place with the blood sword.
Looking at the backs of the departing Blood God and Blood Sword, everyone knew that they were the only two people left in the Blood Temple. It could be said that the Blood Temple actually existed in name only.
But the Blood God is the core of the Blood Temple. As long as the Blood God is not dead and given time, the Blood Temple can still make a comeback.
However, after this lesson, the Blood Temple will no longer be as arrogant and domineering as before.
"Master, junior brother, he... is really..."
Lianmeng suddenly grabbed Taiqing's sleeves, her eyes were slightly red, and tears were rolling in her eyes, but she was holding back the tears, and her expression was indescribably aggrieved.
Taiqing's eyes were complicated, and he sighed softly and said: "Lianmeng, your junior brother may not have gone, maybe we still have a chance to meet each other?"
Lianmeng didn't understand what Taiqing meant. She knew very well that Zhuo Wen's vitality was completely cut off, that is, he had completely fallen. Then how could she meet Zhuo Wen in the future?
However, Lianmeng knew that Taiqing's words must have deep meaning, and she also trusted Taiqing extremely, knowing that what Taiqing said was not groundless.
"Master, if what you said is true, I will practice hard from now on. After I have achieved success, I want to go out for a walk!" Lian Meng suddenly said.
Looking at Lianmeng, Taiqing's mouth was full of smiles, and he said: "If you have such a heart, I can rest assured as a teacher, but going out for training is not just for words. After you have survived more than two thunder disasters, I will rest assured as a teacher."
go out."
Lianmeng didn't say anything, just nodded seriously.
After experiencing the pursuit of the Blood Temple killers with Zhuo Wen, Lian Meng finally understood how lacking she was in actual combat, and at the same time, Lian Meng became more determined to become stronger.
At the same time, Taiqing stepped out slowly. He rushed to the purple sword, pointed it out with his right hand, and immediately drew and engraved on the surface of the purple sword, writing the six characters "Tomb of Beloved Disciple Zhuo Wen".
After doing this, Taiqing and Yuqing drifted away with Lian Meng, leaving everyone looking at the huge purple sword in silence.
"Sister Jinghai, it seems that Zhuo Wen's time has come and his life is cut off?" Bi Shuang stood beside Jinghai and said softly.
Jinghai did not answer, but looked at Zi Jian with complicated eyes, then she turned and left the place.
The death energy on Zhuo Wen's body is so obvious that anyone with a god-level existence can tell that Zhuo Wen actually has a short time to live.
Even so, seeing Zhuo Wen fall like this still made many onlookers sigh with sadness.
After all, the strength that Zhuo Wen displayed was so terrifying, he was still so young, and he also got rid of the Blood Temple, which had a very bad reputation, which was very satisfying.
Next, Zhuo Wen's name gradually spread in Taiqing Wonderland through word of mouth, and for a while, Zhuo Wen became a well-known hero in Taiqing Wonderland.
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The outer starry sky, where coldness and loneliness coexist, is lifeless and full of emptiness, like a pool of stagnant water.
Far deep in the outer starry sky, at the bottom of an abandoned star, a huge behemoth lies quietly.
At this moment, this giant beast had its eyes closed, as if it was in a deep sleep.
Deep in the body of this giant beast, in the flesh wall near the stomach, the Blood Fairy slowly opened his eyes, and his whole body was filled with powerful bloody energy.
This blood-colored energy was like a cycle, swallowing and puffing from his body, causing the aura in his body to continuously strengthen during the swallowing and puffing process.
The Blood Immortal breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes bursting with blazing blood, and he laughed and said: "The blood power in this body is really huge. It has only been more than half a year, and I have actually reached the early stage of a True Immortal."
"Now my cultivation level is much stronger than that of Zhuo Wen. After this guy is reborn into the spiritual ring, his cultivation level will definitely be the same as before, but in the late stage of heavenly immortal. When compared with me, he will be like an ant. I will only
It can be solved with a wave of your hand."
"But this Blood Immortal is not that kind of ungrateful person. Although Zhuo Wen tortured me for a lot of time, he also helped me break through a lot of realms. Well, after he is reborn, let him recognize me as my master.
From now on, I will definitely let him enjoy delicious food and drink spicy food, so that he will know that he is not with the wrong master."
The Blood Immortal could not help but imagine the scene in which Zhuo Wen recognized him as his master, with a mean smile on his lips.
But soon, he noticed a fluctuation coming from the spiritual ring in his hand. This fluctuation was very familiar to him. It was caused by the effect of the Blood Death Pill.
"That boy Zhuo Wen is reborn, haha, this time I want him to know who is the master?"
The Blood Immortal rubbed his hands and stared at the spiritual ring, waiting for Zhuo Wen to appear from the spiritual ring.
He knew very well that when Zhuo Wen was reborn, the first thing he would do would be to get the spiritual ring.
"From now on, I will wear this spiritual ring, and Zhuo Wen will stay in the spiritual ring from now on, hehe!" the Blood Fairy continued to tilt aside.
At this moment, the fluctuations coming from the spiritual ring slowly converged and dissipated, and a white light lit up inside the spiritual ring.
Then a figure slowly emerged from the white light. This was a young man about twenty-seven or eighty years old. Although his face was not handsome, it was extremely attractive.
At this moment, the young man's eyes held a strange purple color, and at the same time there was a trace of confusion.
"Zhuo Wen, the Blood Immortal is here today. I will give you a chance. Give me now..."
The Blood Immortal cleared his throat, and the True Immortal's aura suddenly burst out from his body, trying to intimidate Zhuo Wen with his powerful aura.
However, the moment the Blood Immortal's eyes came into contact with the purple meaning in Zhuo Wen's eyes, the Blood Immortal's face froze and his whole body became sluggish.
He felt a destructive power in this purple meaning.
Especially when his eyes met Zhuo Wen's purple eyes, he found that in these purple eyes, he was like an insignificant ant that could be destroyed with just a wave of his hand.
"ah……"
The Blood Immortal screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and even retreated to the edge of the flesh wall. He was so frightened that he pointed at Zhuo Wen tremblingly, unable to say a word.
Zhuo Wen glanced lightly at the blood fairy in front of him, and the purple meaning in his eyes gradually disappeared.
This purple meaning was the artistic conception attached to his eyes when he caught a trace of the ninth level of Taoist intention. Since he had just been reborn, although the ninth level of Taoist intention was left by him in the Taiqing Fairyland, this smear remained in his eyes.
The purple meaning in his eyes has not had time to dissipate.
Now that Zhuo Wen has come back to his senses, the purple meaning in his eyes has also disappeared.
"What for you?"
Zhuo Wen didn't care about the arrogant attitude of the Blood Immortal before and asked in a somewhat indifferent voice.
The Blood Immortal trembled all over. He would never forget the purple meaning radiating from Zhuo Wen's eyes at the moment of his rebirth.
That Purple Intent was too mysterious and powerful. The moment the Blood Immortal saw the Purple Intent, he subconsciously wanted to escape, but never thought of resisting.
Thinking of the terror of Ziyi, the Blood Immortal dared to try Zhuo Wen again, and he quickly smiled and said: "Master, you are finally back. You don't know how lonely Xiaoxuezi has been here for nearly a year.
."
"For this reason, Xiaoxuezi has always thought that the master can come back soon. Xiaoxuezi knows that with the master's brilliant and unparalleled talent and strength, he will definitely be able to bring Xiaoxuezi out of the sea of suffering."
"Now that the master is back, Xiaoxuezi is so happy..."
Zhuo Wen immediately interrupted the Blood Immortal's words. Judging from the Blood Immortal's change of attitude just now, he couldn't tell that the Blood Immortal was frightened because of the purple spirit in his eyes that had not faded.
Moreover, he was also surprised to find that this blood immortal, whom he had not seen for more than a year, had actually improved to the early stage of true immortality. The speed of this improvement was beyond Zhuo Wen's expectation.
However, after Zhuo Wen sensed the powerful blood force spreading from the surrounding flesh walls, the surprise in his heart calmed down a little.
Even if he didn't need to ask, he knew that this place should be the larvae's body, and the rich blood power here was just suitable for the blood immortal's cultivation. It's no wonder that the blood immortal's cultivation improved so quickly.