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Chapter 1388 The Power of Nine Apertures

"Rumble..."

Inside the arena, there was a loud noise that shook the sky and the earth. In the arena, there was a lot of blood and evil spirits, as if it was a blood prison.

And in this blood prison, there are scarlet figures looting. They are all bright red without any impurities. Those pairs of purple-red pupils are even more strange, as if the sky fire is burning, like As if they had their own spiritual intelligence, they were full of evil spirits and full of hostility, like hell messengers, chasing their prey in this limited space.

"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

A pale golden figure shuttled through the blood prison at such a high speed that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch it. He held a pitch-black giant sword in his hand, and as he swung it, he chopped the hell envoys into pieces. Two sections, and then passed quickly, the figure flickered in all directions, there was no trace at all, avoiding the pursuit of these hell messengers.

"I'm going to lose..."

Seeing this scene in everyone's eyes, they couldn't help sighing.

Of course, this is not because Feng Hao is too weak, but because his opponent is really too strong.

"It's a pity, if it is placed in the previous competitions, he will definitely win the first place."

Some people of the older generation sighed for Feng Hao.

However, even if he didn't win the first place, no one would dare to underestimate him.

After all, in terms of realm, the difference between the two is as much as one level. If they are at the same level, the result may be different.

Even the bosses on the high platform believed that Feng Hao could not last long, and even the old man with white hair and childlike face was ready to save people at any time.

Everything that happened in the newly promoted competition just now was enough to make him attach importance to Feng Hao.

The Poison God Mansion, the Killing God Mansion, plus the body of the Eight Apertures, and all kinds of closeness are magical means. If they grow up, even if the Human Emperor's Mansion does not have the Wuwu Body, it can still compete with the other two mansions.

Therefore, the position of Feng Hao in his heart can be imagined.

If such a genius is lost, the Human Emperor's Mansion will go back to the original point again, and it may be replaced by Nandou Mansion.

"There's no play, there's no play..."

Long Yueguan stood there,

His figure was on the verge of falling, and he murmured lifelessly, like a dying person.

The secret technique of this afterimage is too terrifying. Each of the puppets of this level can be compared to a person with a divine body, but under his secret technique, the puppets are actually endless. At this time, in On the arena, there are at least fifty or sixty puppets condensed from blood energy.

However, no one saw that Feng Hao's red eyes changed from time to time.

The pupils that were originally ups and downs like a sea of ​​blood, at this time, although they are still red, they are burning like a flame...

Sometimes it is like a volcano erupting, sometimes it is like a candle in the wind, weird and changeable.

In his brain, the nine orifices chanted together, and the sound that resounded was so loud that it was far beyond what the seven orifices could match.

Of course, Feng Hao didn't know what happened to the seven orifices, if he knew, he would definitely be shocked.

Because, the sound resounding through these nine apertures can even be compared to some third-level mortals.

In other words, the two extra apertures fully raised him to two levels.

Otherwise, with the strength of his first-level mortal saint, how could he defeat the second-level mortal saint?

But at this time, in Feng Hao's heart, he still believed that the nine orifices did not bring him much benefit at all, perhaps, the benefit had not yet been released.

Moreover, what the nine orifices bring is far more than that. In addition to regulating the rhythm, the speed is not known to be many times faster than that of the seven orifices.

And within his brain, the lines on the inner wall became even more obvious. The Fen Yin resounded like a sharp knife, engraved with his own marks on the Dao seal hanging in the center...

After condensing the eighty-one puppets, the afterimage stopped chanting the ancient mantra. His eyes were like a sea of ​​blood, and he looked coldly at Feng Hao who was darting in the blood prison. Slowly, he raised the The red long sword in his hand.

"cut."

At the moment when Feng Hao was besieged by the three puppets, the afterimage shot out quickly, and the long sword was cut out, drawing a scarlet trace, and at extreme speed, it directly hit Feng Hao's back and sent it flying.

At that moment, Feng Hao almost passed out, the sharp pain on his back was like cutting him in half, and he grinned his teeth in pain.

His body was about to split, and on his back, there was a long mark, the flesh and blood were split open, and it was even possible to see that the bones inside had been chopped into two pieces, the bones were dense, and golden blood flowed out.

"His blood turned out to be golden yellow."

On the scene, some sharp-eyed people saw the strange shape of his back, and exclaimed, and those pairs of pupils revealed inconceivable expressions.

The color of blood can only be changed by people who have reached a certain level and imprinted their own "Tao" in the blood and passed it on.

This is common sense, a well-known thing.

"It seems that he has obtained a great inheritance, perhaps, it is the origin of that black energy..."

Some people are guessing, and it feels like it is possible.

Everything about Feng Hao surprised them. If he got the inheritance of a certain extraordinary powerhouse, then it can still be explained in this way.

However, what makes them feel unclear is why they have never heard of the existence of this kind of energy.

"Chi Chi Chi..."

During the process of being thrown into the air, Feng Hao's back, limbs, and chest were hacked by the puppets who rushed around him, blood spurted out, skin was torn apart, it was very miserable.

When some people saw this, they couldn't bear to watch it, closed their eyes, or turned their heads away.

On the high platform, the old man with white hair and youthful face was about to make a move, but he stopped again, and a gleam of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Because, in Feng Hao's eyes, there is neither dimness nor the previous sea of ​​blood, but two flames...

The pure flame, like a candle, ignited suddenly, and at the same time, in his brain, on the Dao Seal in the Dao Core, it was obvious that there was a scarlet color, shimmering and moving, burning everything.

"Om..."

This kind of burning sound is very high, but it seems to be very low, resounding endlessly, reverberating in his body, and then, a huge aura erupted from Feng Hao's body, just like a volcanic eruption, making his His aura had soared several times, smashing the blood mist around him, breaking his own territory,