Overriding the Heaven Chapter 811: Blood of Demon Python
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Chapter 811 Blood of the Demon Python
"Chaotic Array——"
When these three words were spit out, Tang Mu's face turned pale, and his limbs became cold.
When he understood what kind of predicament he was in, he was almost desperate.
The only thing that Tang Mu can't understand right now is how this cultivator in the Ning Vein Realm learned such a difficult formation and arrangement.
"You..."
Tang Mu tried to struggle, trying to ask questions.
He is unwilling.
He was puzzled.
However, Chu Yan did not intend to answer the doubts in his heart.
"Heart burning, thunder light, soul eater, torrent, muddy, disaster..."
A series of formations, with Chu Yan's faint tone, dazzled with a palpitating light.
One after another, the lights lit up around the Tang curtain.
With every formation aroused, Tang Mu felt that his breath was suppressed by one point.
He even felt that his soul wanted to fall apart.
"No, don't!"
Tang Mu twisted his body desperately.
He moved the aura in his body like crazy.
He wants to break the heavy chain.
The surging spiritual energy stretched and broke his veins.
Dense drops of blood ooze out of the pores of Tang Mu.
In the blink of an eye, he became a blood man.
Together with his distorted expression at the moment, it is even more hideous and terrifying.
However, the strength of the Earth Element Realm is also revealed at this moment.
The chains that bound the Tang curtain began to collapse.
Cracks emerged on the surface of the chain.
The formation under the Tang curtain also began to appear like cobwebs.
"Break it for me!"
A wild roar, blood shot.
Tang Mu's arms slid away and his body braced.
The chain clicked and clicked, all of them collapsed and broke.
The formation at his feet was shattered and exploded at the same time, and flames flew.
Lost the heavy burden, there was a trace of relief on Tang Mu's face.
But at this moment, Chu Yan's voice faintly sounded: "Open."
Just one word, one word lightly, but it seems to have opened the door of a certain disaster.
The surrounding wind is surging, and the clouds are surging.
The wind blows and bursts.
Boom boom boom boom!
Fire, thunder, mudslide, flood.
In an instant, it was as if all kinds of catastrophes and fears in the world had all come to Tang Mu.
His facial features were distorted to the extreme in an instant.
The next moment, with a bang, the cultivator at the second level of Vein Condensation is like a ripe watermelon, exploding.
Red and white, with minced meat innards, slurping and sprinkling around.
The hot blood, even for a moment, raised the temperature that had just dropped in the surrounding area again.
Blood mist evaporates, slowly squirming, looking around, it even makes people feel as if they have come to the world of blood and fire.
At this moment, Tang Mu was killed, but Chu Yan's face did not see any ease or pride.
Only he himself knows how much he paid in order to kill this Earth Element Realm.
A business that is not profitable, no one will be happy when it is done.
Another reason is that Chu Yan's things have not been done yet.
At the moment Tang Mu's body exploded, Chu Yan stepped forward quickly, his eyes like torches, his five fingers spread out, and he scratched hard at the center and thickest part of the flesh and blood.
The air vibrated suddenly.
With a bang, the billowing blood mist was shaken out, and a cloud of purple-red plasma appeared in Chu Yan's palm.
On the surface of this mass of plasma, black mist lingers and is extremely thick.
Moreover, this plasma seems to have its own life. At this moment, Chu Yan is holding it in his hand, still twisting restlessly, as if he is threatening, and as if trying to find a chance to escape.
"The essence of Chu Xing."
Chu Yan has sharp eyes.
This mass of plasma wriggled a few times at this moment, and suddenly, thorns grew on the surface.
At first glance, it looks like a black cat with frying hair, a sea urchin, and a hedgehog.
It felt the danger, so it reacted to Chu Yan.
"Just...by...you..."
Chu Yan sneered, flipped his wrist, and suddenly a three-legged small tripod appeared in his palm.
Shen Mu Ding, a third-class spiritual tool, given to Chu Yan by his handsome father before, can be used to condense blood.
According to the handsome father's idea, Chu Yan's visit to the Ten Thousand Monsters Burial Ground will definitely hunt down many monsters.
If the corpse of the monster beast can't be handled properly, then the blood will dissipate, which is a great loss.
And the Shenmu Ding can not only preserve the corpse, but also refine the corpse of the monster beast into the purest blood.
At this moment, Chu Yan grasped this mass of blood and twisted it regardless of its struggle, and threw it into the Shenmu Cauldron.
"It's uncomfortable to lose the taste of blood essence." Chu Yan sneered.
Almost at the same moment, Chu Xing, who was walking in a barren area, stopped abruptly.
The body under the black cloak trembled violently.
There is pain, anger, and disbelief.
At this moment, Chu Xing's face turned pale, as if blood was dripping from his eyes.
He felt a wisp of his own blood taken away, and lost contact forever.
Before this, he only temporarily sealed a strand of his own blood into Tang Mu's body to help him track Chu Yan.
Now this strand of blood has been taken away, and I have lost contact with myself forever.
Then the end of the Tang Dynasty can be imagined.
Chu Xing doesn't care about Tang Mu's life or death, nor does he care who killed Tang Mu.
He is only out of anger now, that is, his own blood must have fallen into Chu Yan's hands.
I used to spend a long time planning, and with the help of a group of people, I took away the position of the prince from Chu Yan.
At a time, Chu Xing felt that he finally stepped on Chu Yan under his feet, making him never stand up.
But at this moment, Chu Xing felt his cheeks tingling.
A ray of blood was taken away by the opponent, and his cultivation base has been set back at least five years!
Although these five years cannot be viewed in terms of the life span of a mortal.
But for the self who is in urgent need of advancement, the loss caused by this wisp of blood will be difficult to make up for.
In one dynasty, Chu Yan took away more things from himself than the crown prince!
The prince is just a lofty position in the eyes of a mortal and above ten thousand people. In the eyes of a monk, it is worthless.
And that wisp of blood, but from the body of the natural demon python!
Every natural physique is by no means ordinary.
The status of the mortal, the prince, is not worthy of being compared with that ray of blood.
It's like a person whose brain is not good enough, and that piece of soil and a golden mountain will not be more valuable than anyone else.
At this moment, Chu Xing was almost mad, almost mad.
He stood there, still motionless.
But after a while, the patter of blood dripped from his cuff and then flowed down.
In the center of his clenched fist, the nail has pierced the heart of the fist.
Chu Xing's eyes are as red as a swamp of blood at this moment.
On the entire surface of his face, fine scales appeared at this time.
Black air is billowing, surging from the surface of the body.
"I want you to die!
Even if you pay a great price, this time, I won't let you get out of this burial ground of ten thousand demons! "
In the hissing sound, the snake letter in Chu Xing's mouth quickly vomited and roared extremely angry.