Fighting the Supreme Realm

(Feeling the imminent death, the Ancestor of the Resentful Spirit stared at Xiao Yan and the others, and laughed loudly with great reluctance. The Throne of Bones opened a feast of fighting spirit in his hysterical laughter.)

The illusory figure sitting on the Bone Throne seemed to sense everything. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He stood up in a flash, and the palm pressed on the Bone Throne exerted force, and there was a muffled sound of "Bang!" , the armrest of the Bone Throne suddenly broke, and fragments flew everywhere.

The ferocious face of the ancestor of the resentful spirits was filled with uncontrollable anger, and a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly appeared, passed through the void, and hung high above the heads of Xiao Yan and others.

These blood-colored eyes have a soul-stirring magic power. Although they are suspended in mid-air, they seem to be able to pierce through everyone's bodies and frighten their souls. It is terrifying.

Only Xiao Yan's soul power was strong enough, and he was not as seriously intimidated as the others. He turned around coldly, showed a sarcastic smile, and faced the bloody eyes.

The blood-red eyes were provoked, and his eyes suddenly darkened, becoming even more bloodthirsty and crazy. The powerful soul deterrence made the corners of Xiao Yan's mouth twitch slightly.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and secretly ran the Blood Spirit Art, feeling that the pressure was greatly reduced.

"Hahahaha, young man, what a powerful soul power, what a wide range of soul fighting skills. If I swallow your soul power, it will be of great benefit to me!"

The hoarse voice of the Ancestor of Resentful Spirits seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

The words "What a wide range of soul fighting skills" fell in Xiao Yan's ears, and Xiao Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. These words were equivalent to acknowledging the power of Xiao Yan's "Wrath of the Underworld".

In other words, the ancestor of the resentful spirit will not be stupid enough to continue to consume too much soul power to summon countless skeletons! And this is exactly the result Xiao Yan wants to get.

Xiao Yan was overjoyed, but his slightly pale face did not dare to show any expression, because at this time Xiao Yan's soul power had already been exhausted, and the sea of ​​soul consciousness seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and then spliced ​​together and torn apart again. Cracked, spliced ​​and torn...

Fighting energy can be restored with elixirs, but soul power cannot be restored and can only be restored slowly over time.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and suppressed the almost uncontrollable cry of pain. His steps already felt light, but with the support of the Heavenly Fire Eternal Ruler, he did not dare and did not show any abnormality.

"Hmph! A bunch of trash!"

Suddenly, the ancestor of the resentful spirits roared, a green light trembled among the densely packed skeleton army in the endless desert, and countless resentful spirits made low neighing sounds of surrender and begging.

The Ancestor of Resentful Spirits squinted his eyes, and the handprints on his hands changed suddenly. The green light in countless skulls was instantly pulled out of the skeleton and flew towards the Ancestor of Resentful Spirits.

The skeleton that had lost its resentful spirit was formless and soulless, standing there blankly, no longer a threat to Xiao Yan and others.

Everyone immediately heaved a sigh of relief, feeling so relieved that their toes were so weak that they almost fell down.

Xiao Yan has been holding on with all his strength, not letting himself show a trace of fatigue, betting that the ancestor of the resentful spirit is afraid of the power of his soul.

Obviously, Xiao Yan made the right bet.

This matter is very dangerous. If the ancestor of the resentful spirit is a little more patient and waits even a little longer, everyone's ending may be changed! Thinking of this, Xiao Yan couldn't help but feel a chill that penetrated his heart.

"Don't be too happy! Try the eighteen-blood spirit formation that I forged with resentful spirits again!"

The corner of the ancestor of the resentful spirit suddenly raised a hint of unruliness.

I saw that as the fighting spirit and resentful spirits gathered together, eighteen large bloody flags appeared out of thin air on the Throne of Bones. The flags soared into the sky, standing like pillars supporting the sky under the sky.

The Ancestor of Resentful Spirits, who was in the center of the Bone Throne, quickly made consecutive hand seals, pouring fighting spirit and soul power into the formation.

"There has never been a living person under this formation. It was like this before, and it will be like this in the future!"

The ancestor of the resentful spirits spoke loudly and with crazy confidence.

Before Xiao Yan and the others could take a few deep breaths, their slightly relaxed nerves became tense again.

In the distance, with the Ancestor of the Resentful Spirit as the center, eighteen large blood-colored flagpoles were already a thousand feet high. The flags were fluttering and shaking, creating a haze that completely enveloped the world.

At this moment, the sky is no longer the same as before, and the earth is not the same as before.

Everyone stood on the same spot without moving at all, but they felt as if they were in the midst of the tumbling flags. There was only blood red in the sky and on the ground, like a huge wave of blood boiling. The smell of blood that swept over, accompanied by the overwhelming red color, was so rich that it dispersed. It doesn't work, it's disgusting.

Xiao Yan looked at it intently, and saw that the blood flag was actually made up of countless resentful spirits, devouring each other, tearing each other apart, trying to choose someone to devour, it was extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Everyone did not dare to act rashly and could only form a tight circle, alert to the surrounding movements and ready to resist possible situations at any time.

"At the cost of sacrificing the vitality of the resentful spirits, we summon the blood evil energy of the earth to create the supreme blood spirit formation! It is your honor to enjoy this formation! Hahaha."

The unbridled voice of the ancestor of the resentful spirits comes near and far away, and its trace cannot be traced.

"We have to deal with this strange situation and the overwhelming resentment."

The golden shield had already lit up and enveloped everyone. Xiao Zhan, who had always been impulsive, stared at the illusory figure of the ancestor of the resentful spirits that flickered in and out of sight in the center of the formation, his brows furrowed, and his face showed a rare calmness and calmness.

Everyone looked at the churning formation of blood spirits, not feeling any shock at all because of the words of the ancestor of the resentful spirits, and quietly waited for the upcoming decisive battle.

At this time, beside everyone, there were many vengeful spirits flying in the layers of blood. The eighteen flags became only vaguely visible, as if they could be reached by taking a step forward, but they seemed out of reach. This strange visual contrast made Xiao Yan frown deeply.

"The first flag moves, the blood knife sacrifices to the sky!"

The angry roar of the ancestor of the vengeful spirits came from the blood spirit formation, and then, the blood flag was waved, and countless vengeful spirits turned into a giant knife, slashing down from the sky. A sharp knife light illuminated the cheeks of Xiao Yan and others, and it was like a lightning across the sky.

The knife was fierce and fast like a meteor. The wind it brought messed up everyone's hair, but it couldn't mess up their rock-hard hearts.

"The wrath of the Yellow Springs!"

Xiao Yan moved his hands slowly and powerfully, resisting the weakness brought by the drying up of the sea of ​​consciousness, and launched an attack.

A giant of ten thousand feet stepped out again, attracting the water of the Yellow Springs River and rolling towards the giant knife.

Xiao Yan sighed inwardly. Although he lost the sea of ​​skeletons, he gained countless resentful spirits. He didn't know whether to be happy or worried. But now, he could only fight to the death.

"Ugh!"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

But in the blink of an eye, the "Heavenly Wrath of the Yellow Springs" that had been invincible just now met the giant knife, but it was like a leaf accidentally falling into the water. After only a few ripples, the residual image dissipated in the void, and everything returned to calm.

Then, a gust of wind came violently, and the knife fell faster and the wind was stronger.

"Why, why?"

Everyone was puzzled. Why did the "Heavenly Wrath of the Yellow Springs" that had just dealt with the skeleton army like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves have no power at all against the resentful spirits? Not only is it powerless, but it seems to be vulnerable?

In the midst of shock, the knife is approaching.

"I'll do it!" Xiao Zhan suddenly moved, stepped forward into the void, and the golden light shrank rapidly, turning into layers of armor covering his hard fists. He punched hard and hit the giant knife fiercely, stirring up blood-colored golden light all over the sky. "Bang!" With a heavy muffled sound, the light and shadow disappeared in an instant. Xiao Zhan retreated seven steps in a row, and the arm armor broke along a knife mark with a "crackling" sound, spreading and spreading, breaking into pieces, and turning into fragments and disappearing in the air. At the same time, the blood knife also slowly disintegrated and turned into a piece of resentful spirit that merged into the blood spirit formation. "Hahahaha, this is just the beginning!" The crazy roar of the ancestor of the resentful spirit started again, mixed with a sense of complacent contempt. "Damn it! You... if you have the guts, come out and fight me alone!" Xiao Zhan roared angrily, and the sound of anger was deafening. "Young man, even though your soul power is strong enough, it is still wishful thinking to break through the resentful spirits that have covered me with bloody evil spirits that have accumulated for many years!" The ancestor of the resentful spirits turned a deaf ear to Xiao Zhan's provocation and said to Xiao Yan arrogantly, "You just accept your death!" "How arrogant." Zhen Ni couldn't help but interrupt, brushing away the messy hair with her slender hands, revealing her beautiful face. She turned her head and looked at Xiao Yan, whose face was pale and blue, with worry. She understood his worries, but she had no way to do anything and was extremely anxious. Feeling Zhen Ni's gaze, Xiao Yan slightly raised the corners of his mouth and showed a forced smile. "Soul power is useless, so how can I break this blood spirit formation?" Looking at the blood-colored formation of the resentful spirits, Xiao Yan fell into deep thought. "The second flag moves, and the blood spear comes out of the hole!" Without any time to breathe, the second move of the ancestor of the resentful spirit has followed. Eighteen bloody flags rolled up like a flood, and eighteen bloody spears changed their positions like lightning, flashing and appearing, elusive, passing through layers of blood mist and stabbing at everyone.

At the same time, the sharp and shrill roars of countless resentful spirits suddenly sounded in the bloody air, disturbing everyone's mind.

The bloody flags waved, the spear tips danced, like the snake's tongue of a venomous snake, flashing sharp light, so flexible and fast that people couldn't tell the truth.

"Hu!"

The whistling sounded suddenly, and before Xiao Yan could react, the bloody spear tip had pierced his clothes and came straight to his chest.

"Be careful!"

Le Shaolong and Ziying waited for a long time, and while they were surprised by the speed of the bloody spear, the weapons had been unsheathed, the figures had disappeared, and flashed in front of Xiao Yan, leaving only two residual images on the spot.

The solid figure and the sharp weapon just blocked the attack of the spear, and then went up with the momentum, the blade was as fast as the wind, and slashed at the eighteen spears.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Eighteen blood-colored spears were like eighteen enraged dragons, fiercely attacking Le Shaolong and Ziying, each one more fierce and shocking than the last.

Huge beads of sweat oozed from Le Shaolong and Ziying's foreheads, their faces became distorted and pale, their hands tightly holding the weapons were covered with blue veins, and there was a violent knocking sound between their teeth.

They would soon be unable to hold on.

Everyone hurriedly showed their weapons, forming a series of dazzling hand seals, ready to support.

At this moment, "Bang!" The sky filled with blood mist suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and the two of them tried their best to burst out powerful fighting spirit. The last blood spear flashed by, and the heat wave surged away and died in a hurry.

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