"Odin, are you sure you don't want to trade with me?"
Ji Fufeng tried to delay further, saying: "To show my sincerity, as long as you resist the Xin tribe for me, I can give you the Juwen Sword Spike first, and you can give it to me later for the Dzogchen Ancestral Artifact."
"this"
Odin was shaken again.
"Commander Ao, you must not be deceived by him."
Jian Xilai said loudly: "Please take a closer look. The Youwen sword spike in Cha Piao Miao's hand is missing one of the sword spike threads. He must have secretly refined the sword spike."
When Odin saw that it was indeed like this, his eyes suddenly filled with evil energy and he stared at Ji Fufeng: "Are you kidding me?"
Ji Fufeng ignored him and stared at Jian Xilai: "Why are you so talkative, Damn? I really regret that I didn't slap you to death when I was in Banjiao Ancient Territory."
"So what if you regret it, it's too late for you to regret it now."
Jian Xilai sneered: "Don't try to play tricks in front of me, I've been watching you."
Ji Fufeng was really angry.
With his level of cultivation, no matter whether he was in the barbarian era or came to the dark realm, few people could make him angry, but this time he was disgusted by Jian Xilai.
"Haha, Odin, you think others want to trade with you, but in fact they are just playing tricks on you. You should honestly join forces with me and suppress them first."
Xin Qiushan laughed sarcastically.
"Okay, I agree to join forces to suppress them."
Odin was furious and wanted to suppress Ji Fufeng and Cha Piaomiao first.
"attack!"
The thirteen ancestors immediately used their own unique skills and continued to bombard the purgatory projection.
Ji Fufeng did not dare to neglect, holding the wooden stick transformed from the ancient ancient boat, he went all out to defend, making the surrounding area airtight to prevent these attacks from disturbing Lin Mu.
Time keeps passing.
The more they fought, the more solemn their expressions became on the faces of the thirteen ancestors of the Xin tribe and the Ao family.
Ji Fufeng's fighting power was far beyond their expectations and could be said to be terrifying.
Even if the opponent is a Dzogchen Ancestor, there are two Dzogchen Ancestors on their side.
Now, the two Dzogchen Patriarchs join forces and have eleven assistants, but they are still unable to defeat Ji Fufeng alone?
Jian Xilai was also frightened.
Although he had known that Ji Fufeng was very powerful, he never expected that the other party would be so perverted.
Judging from the opponent's strength, he can definitely be sent into the top ten of the Dark Ancestors list, and even the top five is not impossible.
Time passes little by little.
"A drop of mortal blood."
Twenty minutes later, Lin Mu produced the first drop of mortal blood.
In front of him, Ji Fufeng resisted all attacks for him.
"Intensify the attack and don't hold back."
Xin Qiushan said angrily.
They had so many experts working together to attack one person, but they couldn't capture it for almost half an hour. It was a joke to spread the news.
Forty minutes later, the fighting is still going on.
"The second drop of mortal blood."
Lin Mu created two drops of mortal blood, and the number of mortal blood in his body reached 997 drops.
"We must suppress him and never let him escape."
Outside, the experts from both the Xin tribe and the Ao family were terrified.
This Ji Fufeng is too powerful.
With such a powerful being, if they let the other party escape this time and target them in the future, it would really make me feel numb just thinking about it.
Soon, an hour passed.
"Pfft."
Under such a high-intensity attack, Ji Fufeng was also injured and could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
But he was not afraid, his expression was resolute, and he still resisted without timidity.
"Everyone, please work harder, he is already injured."
Jian Xi Lai shouted loudly.
Lin Mu could sense the situation outside, but had no choice but to refine the Juventus Sword Silk to create mortal blood.
"The third drop of mortal blood."
At this moment, he finally produced the third drop of mortal blood.
Eighty minutes later.
"The fourth drop of mortal blood."
Lin Mu once again refined a strand of Juventus sword silk and made it into mortal blood.
The amount of mortal blood in the body has reached 999 drops, one drop short of reaching a thousand drops.
Xin Qiushan unleashed a peerless sword, piercing Ji Fufeng's chest with a roar.
"Ji Fufeng, please stop struggling in vain."
He said coldly: "Kneel down!"
"Ahem."
Ji Fufeng coughed up blood, but his face was full of smiles, "When I stand upright, a little kid like you hasn't had any trouble yet, and you want me to kneel down?"
"Shameless."
Xin Qiushan snorted coldly, "Very good, since your bones are so hard, I will break your bones one by one to see if you can still stand firm."
"What I hate most in my life is this kind of ignorant person."
Ao Qing's face was cold, and his attacks became more severe each time.
One hundred minutes later.
Bang!
Xin Qiushan smashed Ji Fufeng's knees with a sword.
Ji Fufeng had no choice but to use a wooden stick to stop him from falling, and then used his body to block Lin Mu's attack.
Rumble
Powerful attacks hit him like meteors one after another, leaving bloody holes in his body.
That is to say, he is a barbarian and practices barbaric skills. Every cell is extremely powerful, so he can block these attacks. Otherwise, other cultivators, even the ancestor of Dzogchen, would not be able to block so many attacks with their bodies.
"His body is too strong."
"How can someone have such a strong body in this world?"
This situation will undoubtedly have another impact on the ancestors of the Xin tribe and the Ao family.
"Use all the decisive attacks. It's already been a hundred minutes and we can't delay it any longer."
Odin said coldly.
at the same time.
Buzz!
The fifth drop of mortal blood in Lin Mu's body was created by him.
Soon, this drop of mortal blood merged with other mortal blood.
A thousand drops of mortal blood!
At this moment, the amount of mortal blood in his body finally reached a thousand drops.
gurgling gurgling
A thousand drops of mortal blood, in an instant, seemed to be attracted to each other, and quickly gathered together.
An unexplainable change is taking place.
Looking at the changes, I'm afraid it won't be completed for a while.
"Too slow!"
But Ji Fufeng was suffering in front of him, so Lin Mu had no time to wait for her to slowly change.
Suddenly, something moved in his mind. There was still a piece of Juventus sword wire that had not been made into mortal blood, and it was just right to use it now.
"Juventus sword silk, burning!"
Lin Mu burned the Juventus Sword Silk to create power and add the changes of a thousand drops of mortal blood.
After a while, one hundred and ten minutes passed.
"Ji Fufeng, you are indeed powerful, but that's where it ends."
Xin Qiushan looked cold and smashed Ji Fufeng's other knee with a sword.
Ji Fufeng could hardly stand and could only use the wooden stick in his hand to barely support his balance.
"Huh, aren't you a tough guy?"
Seeing Ji Fufeng's body swaying, Xin Qiushan's eyes showed pride and he snorted coldly: "Why don't you kneel down?"
"Xin Qiushan, you deserve to die!"
At this moment, Lin Mu, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Xin Qiushan coldly.