Dragon Warrior

Bloodline is the foundation of inheritance, it can be continued from generation to generation, and will never be cut off. After the skinny old man understood this way, he used secret techniques to keep the bloodline alive and nourish the soul, thus reaching the state of the living dead. The vitality of the body has been cut off, but he Can still have a strong power of consciousness, but he can't get out of here. Without a physical body, he can't see the sun again. He has obtained the so-called eternal life, but lost his freedom.

The appearance of Wu Yi made him see hope again. After more than a thousand years of confinement, he had long longed for all this in his heart. The blood mist all over the sky gradually condensed around Wu Yi's body, and in the end it seemed like countless tiny worms. Along the pores, it has eroded into the blood vessels. This scene is extremely bloody and terrifying.

"Ah... your grandpa's, it's so freaking perverted." Wu Yi couldn't help letting out a scream, as if thousands of steel needles were stuck all over his body. The limit of endurance, if he hadn't been on the verge of life and death, and his tolerance for pain far exceeds that of ordinary people, he might have fainted by now.

"Hey...don't worry, don't worry, this is just the beginning, the old man will help you really reborn and regain your life." Seeing Wu Yi's painful appearance, the skinny old man was very excited, and the blood fog became more and more intense. Dense, gradually forming a ball of bright red blood cells, completely enveloping his body, and the empty hall was filled with a pungent bloody smell.

Wu Yi grinned in pain, and couldn't help cursing: "Since you want to occupy Lao Tzu's body, why don't you enter my body now and destroy my sea of ​​consciousness? Wouldn't it save a lot of trouble?"

At this moment, his body is undergoing severe devastation, his primordial power has collapsed, and he cannot use it at all. However, the power of his consciousness has not been imprisoned. As long as the old monster invades his sea of ​​consciousness, he can still use the black rosary to deliver a fatal blow to him. But if the old stuff doesn't take action for a long time, it really kills me.

"The way of heaven is vast, how can you, a little cultivator in the supernatural realm, be able to understand? The essence of blood exchange Dafa is to replace the blood of the old man with the blood circulating in your body. This process is still dominated by you. Why should the old man suffer this crime again? What about it?" The skinny old man was unmoved at all, and just stared at Wu Yi in a daze, showing a wicked smile.

"Damn it, you old bastard, you're so fucking unkind, I won't let you succeed even if I'm out of my wits." Wu Yi finally understood, this old guy knew that life would be worse than death in the process of blood exchange, and he had to wait until the blood exchange After he succeeds, he will put his spiritual consciousness in his body, so that he can completely avoid the punishment of the rules of heaven and realize his great wish of rebirth.

The old monster can wait, but Wu Yi can't wait any longer. Once the blood is replaced, he will completely lose control of his body. At that time, he can't even lift his finger. What will happen to the sea of ​​consciousness? The change is also unknown. If you want to fight back, you must take advantage of the current conscious state to take action, and it will be too late.

The skinny old man didn't take the threat of Wu Yi to heart. The monks who rushed to the divine realm had just opened the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, and their understanding of the power of spiritual consciousness was still in a state of ignorance. What big waves can be caused by any difference?

"Mr. Han, Wu Yi is going to live up to your expectations. If you have a spirit in the sky, please help me to destroy this old monster who is neither human nor ghost." Wu Yi secretly prayed in his heart, the power of divine sense Gathering together, the golden cauldron rises far away.

In order to strengthen the direct connection between the artifact and Wu Yi, Han Lidian integrated his own divine sense with the Golden Cauldron. It is slightly easier for Wu Yi to use the Golden Cauldron than the Potianhalberd, but in terms of attack power, it is still slightly weaker than the Potianhalberd. It was better, at this moment, the Yuanli was imprisoned, and the Heaven Breaking Halberd could not be used, so he could only use the Golden Cauldron to break the old monster's imprisonment, and then use the Heaven Breaking Halberd to kill it.

"Broken!" Wu Yi opened his eyes suddenly, as if two groups of fire were burning, and with his loud shout, a golden cauldron flew out from between his eyebrows, and the blood mist in the sky collapsed in an instant, and the light of the cauldron soared. Enveloping the old monster, streaks of misty golden light hung downside down, fixing the crystal coffin in the middle of the hall.

The tripod, bell, and shield are all extremely difficult to refine spirit weapons, and their defense attributes are far superior to spirit weapons of the same level. The same is true for the golden tripod. Another powerful function is the confinement attribute. How perverted the defense is, the confinement is as powerful as it is. The wonderful operation is in the heart.

When Wu Yi used the golden cauldron, he didn't think about killing the old monster. With the powerful confinement attribute of the golden cauldron, he could get the initiative if he got rid of the old monster's control.

Sure enough, the golden cauldron was steadily suspended in mid-air, firmly imprisoning the old monster and his crystal coffin, and Wu Yi was also freed at this moment, the Yuan force suddenly circulated, and the blood beads attached to the skin were blown away. It turned into a rain of blood and poured down.

"The golden cauldron of the Han family, I didn't expect you to have such a heavy weapon. It's really beyond the old man's expectation. A mere monk who is in the state of God controls a divine weapon. The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders. You are really blessed! Be the only one to be favored, and the sky is full of blessings." Looking at the misty golden light, the skinny old man showed a look of amazement.

Wu Yi didn't dare to be careless. Taking advantage of the recovery of his energy, he immediately jumped onto the golden tripod and sat cross-legged. The pure yang fire was running to the extreme, and the golden light became more and more dazzling, like a round of scorching sun hanging high in the sky, endlessly Exuding power, the misty golden light circulates endlessly, and the space between square inches is as solid as gold.

"There is no way to go on like this. If you don't want to control him, it is impossible to get out of here. If this stalemate continues, I will be the one who is unlucky!" Wu Yi quickly sensed that something was wrong. He originally thought that the old monster would fight back crazily, but He didn't make any movements, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest. If he continued to consume like this, his vitality would be exhausted, so he could only obediently catch him.

Looking at the slowly rotating golden hall, the skinny old man said slowly: "Young man, you are really a great gift from God. I never thought that I would be able to control a real artifact just after seeing the light of day. If I had known this, why would I bother?" How about spending a lot of money to create a high-grade spiritual weapon?"

"Don't be complacent, old thing. The remaining soul of yours has been imprisoned by this young master. You just wait to be refined!" Wu Yi had an idea in his mind, the golden cauldron can withstand the scorching heat, but the soul is He must not be able to hold on, otherwise he would not choose to live in such a cold place. As long as he keeps warming the golden cauldron with pure yang fire, the old monster will definitely not be so comfortable.

"Hehe...Since you know that the old man only has a soul thought left, why would you naively think that a tangible spiritual weapon can confine an invisible spiritual thought?" The skinny old man let out a wicked laugh, and suddenly appeared in the midair , the falling blood rain quickly condensed around this phantom, and a vague figure gradually emerged.

Wu Yi looked down, and found that the crystal coffin and the skinny old man were still there in the golden light curtain, but it was already a corpse without divine sense, shriveled and lifeless, and the old monster's divine sense had broken through the confinement. Suspended in mid-air.

"Your grandfather's, you can actually get rid of the confinement of the divine weapon, isn't it so evil!" Wu Yi was completely speechless. This was the first time he encountered such a weird situation, but the moment he realized it, he hid himself Into the golden light, counterattack and defend, in order to protect themselves.

However, all of this is meaningless. Since the old monster can break through the confinement and go out, it can naturally break in. The bloody light flashed, and the shriveled corpse in the coffin regained its vitality, staring at him blankly. Full of joking look.

The old monster said disdainfully: "The Sumeru Realm was opened in advance, and the secret treasure of the god king appeared in the world. It is rumored that the inheritance fell on you. Even if the old man is not convinced, he will not be unprepared. Your current strength is only one ten-thousandth of what you can use, so how can you hurt the old man? But the old man really didn't expect that you got the golden cauldron of the Han family in less than a year since you set foot in the realm of comprehension. Could it be that all of this is a gift from the heavens to this old man? With the golden cauldron and the Heaven-shattering halberd, this old man will definitely be able to dominate the Tianyuan Continent and stand out from the rest of the crowd. The suffering of this millennium has not been in vain."

Sacred weapons are already unattainable fetishes, especially the heaven-shattering halberd of the god king in the Sumeru Realm, which makes all the sects salivate, and all of these will eventually fall into his hands, Wu Yi's appearance brought him too many surprises.

"Damn it, it turns out that he has been on guard against me all this time. No wonder he has been reluctant to do anything. This time it's completely over, and we can only resign ourselves to fate." Wu Yi scolded this old monster ten thousand times in his heart, but he can deal with such a half A monster that is half human and half ghost, but it really has nothing to do with it.

The thick blood flowed through the whole body again, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The old monster had no patience, and began to crazily eat Wu Yi's blood, and forcibly poured his own blood into Wu Yi's body.

The extreme pain and the rapid loss of vitality made Wu Yi's spirit a little dazed. Familiar scenes flashed before his eyes, as if they were close at hand, but also seemed out of reach.

"Xiaoxue...Xiaoxue...you must wait for me, wait for me!" Wu Yi's lips moved slightly, and he murmured softly, his consciousness gradually blurred, and just before he was about to faint, his nearly dry blood suddenly burst into golden light, surging The life essence surged wildly like a huge wave, swallowing up those invading blood vessels in an instant, all in just a blink of an eye.

"Ah...the Golden Family...who are you?" The old monster uttered a shrill scream, retreated sharply, and hid in the darkness.