Two hundred and sixty-eighth chapter Qingdi blood fusion
"Junior Brother Han, what's wrong with you? Are you not injured? Why do you look so ugly?" Yu Fei'er looked over and saw that Han Yi's face was not very good, so she asked quickly.
"Oh, I'm fine, Senior Sister Yu."
"Hey, you don't know how to care about me. I was almost killed." Seeing that Yu Fei'er almost automatically ignored him, Li Mo asked with concern when he saw Han Yi's expression was wrong, and he suddenly screamed.
Call.
"Uh, okay, then you were almost killed, so you're not dead yet." Yu Feier looked at Li Mo and blinked.
"Strong words, strong words, if I die, I will see if you don't cry." Li Mo was angry.
"Then tell me, that blind guy actually went to kill you?"
"Isn't that the guy from Shadow Hall named Ye Huan?"
"So how is he?"
"What can I do? Of course he will die if I am alive and well. I thought he was so powerful. His body is weakened and immune to physical damage. He is not killed by me." Li Mo said disdainfully, rolled up his sleeves,
Pointing to the huge wound on his arm, "Look, my left hand was almost severed."
Yu Feier's expression suddenly changed, she immediately grabbed his hand, took out a bottle of elixir from the space ring, and applied it gently.
"How are you doing? Does it still hurt?" Yu Feier asked softly, her attitude almost completely different from before.
Such a huge change made Han Yi's eyes widen when he saw it. Is this the legendary little daughter's posture?
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." After applying the plaster, the wound on Li Mo's arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He secretly winked at Han Yi with a proud look on his face.
Han Yi laughed dumbly.
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Tens of thousands of miles away, Tianhai City, the City Lord's Mansion.
Han Mofeng walked into Xiao Tiancheng's room under the leadership of a family guard. The guard walked to a shelf in the room and raised his hand to push down one of the books.
Click, click, click... The frame separated from both sides, revealing a stone door. The guard then inserted a golden token into the groove in the middle of the stone door. Boom, the stone door opened instantly, and a black passage was exposed in front of Han Mofeng.
He followed the guard into the corridor, and after a dozen breaths, he arrived at a stone chamber hidden deep underground.
The stone chamber was filled with Janes, and a strange statue was enshrined in front of it. A pair of black wings sprouted from the back of the statue, sharp horns grew from its head, a pair of eyes were clear blue, and its face was covered with black
scales.
His sharp hands were half raised in the air, with a strange rune engraved on each hand, as if something was emerging on his hands. His eyes looked at the empty sky, seeming to be obsessed with it, but also solemn and solemn.
"Master, we searched the city lord's mansion for several days and only found this secret room." Han Jie said.
"Well, you go down first and don't tell anyone about the existence of this place."
"Yes." Han Jie responded and exited the stone room.
Han Mofeng looked at the layout of the stone chamber and glanced at the slips. It seemed that Xiao Tiancheng liked to collect some strange books. These slips were all about some weird ancient legends, and there were even some records that had been recorded in Xuanling.
A powerful monster that has become extinct in the world.
"Huh." Han Mofeng's eyes were fixed on a certain slip, and he raised his hand to open the slip, "The Anonymous Affairs of the Sea Clan."
He followed the beginning of the slip and looked down, and saw that there were more details on the slip marked in red handwriting. It was obvious that Xiao Tiancheng had carefully read this slip many times.
The further he looked down, the more solemn Han Mofeng's face became. In the end, the expression on his face completely turned into confusion. All the contents marked by Xiao Tiancheng were descriptions of the spiritual arts of the Sea Clan, or records in a few words.
Even just looking at those few words, Han Mofeng could imagine the power of the sea clan's spiritual arts. Those were things that completely surpassed the human clan's spiritual skills. Even the lowest level blue-level sea clan could release spiritual arts that were as powerful as the human race.
The attack of the monks in the spiritual general stage.
The sea clan is divided into levels based on the color of their scales. From low to high, they are blue level, jade level, cyan level, red level, purple level, and white level. The blue level sea clan is equivalent to the cultivation level of the human race's spiritual sect in terms of realm.
For spiritual beings, by analogy, the green level is equivalent to the spirit general stage monk, the green level is equivalent to the spirit king stage, and the red level is equivalent to the spirit emperor stage.
Han Mofeng put down Jian in his hand, and countless pictures flashed in his mind. Each of those pictures was a scene of Xiao Tiancheng and Han Yi fighting. With his weird and unpredictable method, he could mobilize the surging water elements with just a wave of his hand. This and
The spiritual arts of the Hai Clan recorded on the slips are very similar.
"Could it be said that Xiao Tiancheng really understood the secret of spiritual arts?"
But Han Mofeng soon overturned his idea.
"No, it's impossible. Spiritual arts are the foundation of Hai Clan's cultivation. If it can be broken by Xiao Tiancheng so easily, how come there are so many top experts in the human race and no one can understand it."
"There must be some other secrets in this."
Han Mofeng paced back and forth in the stone chamber, thinking about certain key points. At a certain moment, he suddenly stopped and looked at the statue enshrined in the middle of the stone chamber. There were small lines on his face, neck, and arms.
, vaguely emitting a light golden light, those are inlaid with gold threads, showing the fine workmanship.
But what Han Mofeng cared about was not the workmanship of the statue, but the meaning of these golden light patterns. If he remembered correctly, Xiao Tiancheng had such lines on his face, neck, and arms, but his
The light emitted by the texture is blue.
There is one more thing that Xiao Tiancheng has in common with the statue, and that is the eye color. Their eyes are both blue, exactly the same as the eyes of the Hai Clan.
"Could it be that?" Han Mofeng suddenly thought of a possibility, "Is it because of the bloodline?"
"If this is the case, then the formations and altars engraved in the underground caves should be used to fuse the blood of the sea clan. Is it a blood-melting technique? Is there such an incredible technique in this world?"
Thinking of this, Han Mofeng began to look at the stone room again, his eyes scanning the stone walls on all sides inch by inch, the shelves on both sides, and the Jane on the shelves, and finally landed on the statue of the god.
He walked quickly to the statue and carefully looked at its appearance, the square table where the statue was enshrined, the three bronze incense burners and the candlesticks on both sides.
He raised his hand and slowly stretched out towards the statue. Suddenly, he spotted something strange out of the corner of his eye. He paused, grabbed the candlestick stretched out to the side, and twisted it hard.
Click, the square table moved closer to the stone wall, revealing a thumb-sized pale golden bead embedded in the ground. The bead emitted golden light on the statue, and all the golden light patterns on the statue lit up, and the light shone on the stone chamber.
On the four stone walls.
Han Mofeng looked at the symbols and words composed of patterns with a solemn expression. Although his knowledge of ancient astrology was very limited, he could still tell that these symbols and words recorded a special secret technique.
Maybe it was the secret technique that Xiao Tiancheng used to fuse the blood of the Hai clan.
His eyes finally rested on a few large characters on the top wall of the stone chamber, and his eyes were full of shock.
"The Blue Emperor's Blood Melting Technique."
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High in the sky above the endless sea, spiritual attacks thousands of meters in size crisscrossed each other. Every collision would stir up a terrifying shock wave, and the clouds would be ruthlessly torn apart and dissipated in the wind.
Elder Mu and Shangguan Jue fought with Youxuan and Master Xuanyu. Half of the sky was shrouded in black mist, and thousands of blue lotus flowers grew out of thin air on the other half. The lotus petals shot out, covering the sky and the earth.
The diameter of those lotus petals is more than ten meters, and they are terrifying. They spin like airplane propellers.
Youxuan formed a seal with one hand and waved a long sword with the other hand. The thick black mist surged and shot out thousands of skeletons. They all held spears and swords and rushed towards the incoming lotus petals without fear of death.
Boom boom boom... The explosion resounded through the sky, and the black skeleton exploded immediately when it hit the lotus petals, but the thick black fog flowed in the air and did not dissipate.
Watching those skeletons explode one after another, a strange smile appeared on the face under Yuxuan's hood.
Just when those skeletons were almost dead or injured, the seal in his hand changed and he suddenly swung it out.
"Ghosts howling and dark wind."
The thick black fog suddenly gathered and turned into gusts of cold wind and blew away. The whirling lotus petals wherever it passed were condensed by black ice crystals and shattered into ice shards in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Elder Mu's face became extremely solemn, his hand seals changed rapidly, and his sword pointed out.
Phew, all the lotus pods exploded, and thousands of lotus seeds gathered together, turning into a huge sword light thousands of meters long and slashing down.
The ghostly roaring wind was cut away by the sword, but the separated wind still blew tenaciously towards Elder Mu. The lotus leaves growing in the air were immediately frozen and shattered under the wind, and disappeared.
Youxuan swung his sword again, and a huge black skeleton flew out, nearly a thousand meters in size, with a ball of black flame in its mouth.
"Dark Fire Skeleton."
When Elder Mu saw the black skeleton, his pupils shrank. He knew what You Xuan was going to do next. That was his specialty, the blended attack of Yin Wind and Hell Fire, the two layers of ice and fire, Elder Mu's wood-attribute spiritual power couldn't do anything at all.
In confrontation, whether it is ice or fire attributes, it has almost absolute restraint against wood attributes.
Shangguan Jue on the side waved a golden sword light that was thousands of meters in size. He was paying attention to the battle between Elder Mu and Youxuan. He knew the strength of Elder Mu and naturally knew that Youxuan's attributes restrained him, so he kept
Watch the battle between the two of them.
Master Xuanyu formed seals with his hands, and hundreds of seals were completed in the blink of an eye. He raised his hand to grab it, and the black mist instantly turned into a vortex, and a big black bird emerged from the vortex, with a body of over a thousand meters.
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An extremely terrifying aura escaped from the big bird. Sensing the aura of the big bird, Shangguan Jue's expression changed drastically. Elder Mu also looked over, his eyes becoming more solemn.