Drunk Immortal Gourd

After being cut off several times in a row, the blood giant's strength also declined greatly, and soon fell to the edge of the realm of refining emptiness and fusion. In this case, it was easier for Wu Meng Saint to deal with him. Even those late-stage spirit monks of refining emptiness could easily hurt the blood giant.

Seeing that he would die if he continued like this, the blood giant suddenly roared, and his whole body instantly expanded several times. However, facing the self-explosion of the blood giant, Wu Meng Saint did not have a good way to deal with it. He could only shout loudly: "The blood giant is going to self-explode, quickly prepare defense and retreat."

This is a self-explosion in the fusion realm. Not to mention the refining emptiness monks, even Wu Meng Saint, a fusion monk, may be injured. Everyone did not dare to delay and hurriedly used various means to retreat.

As a result, they had just retreated more than ten feet when they heard a loud bang, a red light rushed into the sky, and the blood giant's whole body exploded, and countless dirty blood flew all over the sky. Unlike everyone's guess, although the sound of the blood giant's self-explosion was loud, the power was obviously inconsistent with the self-explosion of the combined monks. It only hit the last few people who escaped for a distance and did not cause any casualties.

But the dirty blood all over the sky should not be underestimated. After seeing the means by which the dirty blood controlled people before, no one dared to let the dirty blood stick to themselves, but the amount of dirty blood was too much, making it hard to guard against, especially the last few monks who escaped, each of them had a lot of it.

After the dirty blood fell on them, it penetrated their true essence shields and defensive spiritual armor, penetrated into everyone's body, and then gathered together in their bodies. Soon, it won the battle for control of the monks' bodies, and the whole person turned blood red and began to attack his companions.

As the leader of the spirit race, Wumeng Saint was naturally taken care of by the blood giant. Among them, the largest ball of dirty blood after the self-explosion was a foot in diameter and flew towards Wumeng Saint. If he was hit by the dirty blood, I'm afraid that the whole person would be wrapped in the dirty blood.

Wu Meng Saint Lord is indeed a combined monk. He clapped his hands and a one-foot-high bronze tower appeared in the air, releasing a strong suction force, trying to collect the dirty blood.

The dirty blood would naturally not obey obediently, and struggled hard to get out, as if it had life. The bronze tower was a top-grade spiritual treasure that had been with Wu Meng Saint Lord for countless years. It was extremely powerful. The two sides were deadlocked in the air. Wu Meng Saint Lord knew that things could not be delayed any longer, and began to input a large amount of true essence into the bronze tower.

The true essence of the combined monk continued to be injected into it, and the suction force of the bronze tower became stronger and stronger. The dirty blood could no longer hold on and was finally sucked into the tower. However, the dirty blood was not willing to give up. It rushed around in the bronze tower, and the bronze tower that was hit kept shaking, as if it wanted to break away.

Wu Meng Saint Lord was well prepared for this and continued to input true essence into the bronze tower. After a certain degree of input, a raging flame suddenly ignited in the bronze tower, burning the dirty blood in the tower.

Under the burning of the fire, the dirty blood kept struggling and gradually became smaller. There seemed to be life in the dirty blood, and it could even make a tragic cry. After about a cup of tea, the dirty blood was burned out and turned into a ball of black ash. A fist-sized red worm appeared in the black ash. It turned out that the so-called blood giant was actually controlled by a worm.

As for the others, there were a total of nine monks who were affected by the dirty blood after the blood giant exploded. Four of them did not face too much dirty blood. They also had some skills. Just like Wu Meng Saint, they relied on their own means to deal with the dirty blood attacking them. Although the dirty blood entered the bodies of the other three, they did not succeed in fighting for control of the body because of the small amount of dirty blood. After Wu Meng Saint burned the worm to death, the dirty blood lost support and was forced out of the body and then disposed of.

Only two monks were completely controlled by the dirty blood. They exploded before the bug was killed. Not only did they turn to ashes, but they also injured two other monks. Seeing this, Wu Meng Saint Lord felt very distressed. Just this one bug caused the death of four people in the entire spirit clan team and six people were seriously injured. More than half of them were in the late stage of refining emptiness. If it happened a few more times, the spirit clan would probably retreat directly.

Qingyang did not participate too much in this battle. He just besieged the blood giant with other refining emptiness monks at the beginning. Later, Wu Meng Saint Lord saw that they could not help much, but were easily caught by the blood giant and caused casualties, so he asked them to retreat to the back to watch the battle, leaving only the late stage of refining emptiness monks. Until the last moment, the blood giant exploded, and a small ball of dirty blood flew towards Qingyang. Qingyang quickly offered the Dan fire to burn it. The ball of dirty blood was very small and was easily solved by him.

Afterwards, Wumeng Saint led his men to carefully check the surroundings and confirmed that there was no large mass of dirty blood that had escaped the net. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. The blood giant was too strange, and they could not help but be careless.

After dealing with the blood giant, Wumeng Saint first helped the injured monks to check, and gave them a few pills. After their injuries stabilized, he led the large army to continue moving forward.

The second half was similar to the previous one. There were only a few demon monks who were looking for information, and there were no more ambushes. Qianji City was less than ten thousand miles in radius, and everyone soon arrived at the center of the city.

When we got here, the light around us became increasingly dim. We could no longer see anything. We could only release our divine consciousness to observe the situation ahead. However, the divine consciousness of the cultivators would also be limited here, and we could not observe too far. Moreover, the divine consciousness of the cultivators was not infinite. No one could bear to release the divine consciousness for a long time. Under normal circumstances, the cultivators would shrink their divine consciousness within a range of tens or hundreds of feet around their bodies according to their cultivation level, so that they would have time to react when attacked by others.

In the center of Qianji City, the original City Lord's Mansion had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a large defense array. Inside the defense array was a tall altar. The altar was thousands of feet in diameter and nearly a hundred feet high. The blood-red altar looked like it was dyed with the blood of the cultivators.

The corpses of the cultivators were piled up around them, like hills leading to the altar. Needless to say, they were all the corpses of the cultivators from Qianji City before. It was indeed the method of the demons to massacre the city and destroy the pool at any time.

More than 10,000 demon cultivators stood on the altar, each of them solemn and dignified, as if they had not seen the Wumeng Saint and others who had just arrived. In the center of the demon cultivators, there was a black fog several feet in radius. There seemed to be someone in it. This was most likely the channel for the demons to invade.

This was the base of the demons. As long as the altar was destroyed, the demons would lose the invasion channel and would have no follow-up support. The remaining demon cultivators were like rootless duckweed, and could be wiped out with a wave of the hand. This mission was considered a great success, so many people's eyes were full of enthusiasm.