Master of Beasts

Tan Ce's deep laughter echoed on the stone platform, and his dragon-like blood lingered around him, matching his bronze-colored skin, it was extremely intimidating.

"Eighth-level spiritual rebirth..." Many disciples were thirsty.

The eighth-level spiritual rebirth, even if it is placed in the inner peak, is already very good. With Tan Ce's current strength, it is easy to sweep the disciples of the outer peak.

"Peak Master, there is no need to continue this battle." Yang Kun's face was frosty.

blood sacrifice.

This kind of cruel spiritual art is cast aside by most spiritual masters, which is also the reason why the blood-bone old man is not popular among many strong men in the Northern Territory.

Even his own spirit beasts are not spared.

This kind of person is totally worthless.

"Peak Lord Qiu, you must be afraid." The blood-bone old man laughed.

"I didn't expect the blood-bone old man, as a senior, to have such a good time playing this kind of aggressive game like a child's play." Qiu Ling said coldly.

"I have nothing to do, so I have to find something to do." The blood-bone old man said with a smile, as if the calculation was right, Qiu Ling would not refuse.

It was as if the people from Xingyun Peak were going to pick trouble where he was.

Although he was upset, he still had to fight if he should fight, otherwise he would be beaten up and made a joke of shrinking his head.

"Elder Yang, there is no need to intervene." Qiu Ling raised her eyes slightly and said calmly.

"Peak Master..." An anxious look flashed across Yang Kun's eyes.

After the blood sacrifice of Scarlet Crescent, Tan Ce possessed the strength of an eighth-level spirit beast during this period of time, and because of the characteristics of the blood sacrifice, Tan Ce's casual wave was equivalent to the blow of an eighth-level Nirvana-level spirit beast.

Xiao*** can't resist at all!

"This bastard really deserves a beating." Sun Wu cursed in a low voice, and the blood demon ape in the spirit gate felt a sense of disgust towards Tan Ce's aura, and this feeling was also passed on to him.

As a blood attribute spirit beast, the blood demon ape is extremely sensitive to blood energy.

The blood Qi that Tan Ce forcibly drew out through the blood sacrifice was the dirtiest kind.

It is also a kind of low-level.

This spiritual art that the blood bone old man was proud of, but in the eyes of the blood demon ape, it was useless.

Even an insult to blood.

"Qiu Fengzhu, if my disciple accidentally kills that kid, I hope that there will be a lot of adults, so please don't retaliate against us." The expression of the blood-bone old man was quite sarcasm.

Hearing this, Qiu Ling's eyes turned cold.

This bloody old man, relying on his seniority, has repeatedly challenged his patience. Do you really think he is easy to bully?

"Henry Henry, is it okay?" Qiu Ling looked at Henry Zhang and said flatly.

"Yes, but it's not big." Henry Zhang grinned.

If it's not a last resort, I really don't want to use the spirit fusion technique.

Once used, the excessive waste of spiritual power will inevitably make him lie on the bed for several days.

However, now is clearly not the time to consider that.

"Since Senior Bloodbone's disciple likes me, Si Xiaofeng, then do me a favor and let him stay here forever." Qiu Ling glanced at Tan Ce and said lightly.

"It's easy to say."

With his right palm spread out, Shengyangyan and Shenglingyan merged together, glowing green, Henry Zhang cast his gaze on Tan Ce, and said with a faint smile: "This stone platform is indeed very suitable as your burial place ah."

"Hehe, death is imminent, and you still dare to speak hard." Tan Ce sneered, and with a light tap of his fingertips, bloody beams shot at Henry Zhang one after another.

"Boom!"

As soon as the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, Henry Zhang's figure flashed up quickly, and the blood light fell on the stone platform, blasting out not small deep pits, and gravel splashed everywhere.

"The eighth-level spirit, there is no way to fight." There was a little anger in Xue Yi's voice.

No wonder many powerhouses say that blood sacrifice is one of the most inferior spiritual skills in the Northern Territory.

Don't look at Tan Ce showing off his power now, but after the blood sacrifice time is over, his strength will plummet and it will take a long time to recover.

This is different from the need for a long time to fill up after the spiritual power is exhausted.

What the blood sacrifice damages is the foundation of the spiritual gate, and excessive consumption of spiritual power does not have many side effects, and even at certain times, it can help the spiritual master to break through.

"Admit defeat." An You also sighed.

Even if she goes up, it will be a sure-fire ending, and there is still a lot of possibility of losing her life.

"Hmph, this is all retribution."

Of course, not all Si Xiaofeng's disciples are biased towards Henry Zhang, and there are also a few people in the crowd who are sneering and cursing.

Rosen is one of them.

"Things that are overestimated are nothing more than wanting to show off. It's better to die on the stage." Luo Xun thought with disdain in his heart.

Of course, he didn't dare to say this, otherwise, in the future, he wouldn't be able to hang out in Si Xiaofeng.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the stone platform collapsing is still resounding.

Standing in mid-air, Tan Ce's fingertips sprayed with blood, and his eyes were slightly cold.

Henry Zhang's body skills are too weird, sometimes teleporting, sometimes moving around, his offensive, it is not easy to land on Henry Zhang accurately.

"It's just a monkey who can only hide."

There was a chill in his eyes, and Tan Ce yelled violently. His right hand, like an eagle's claw, pointed towards Henry Zhang, who was flashing below, and tore it off from the air. A large and amazing blood claw shrouded Henry Zhang fiercely.

This blood claw, combined with beams of spiritual power, blocked all Henry Zhang's escape routes on the stone platform with a limited range.

Henry Zhang at this time is inevitable!

Looking at the blood claws whizzing down, the faces of many disciples showed horror.

Even if it is an eighth-level Lingpan, if it is hit by this blood claw, even if it does not die, it will lose half of its life.

What's more, Henry Zhang is still only the third-order Lingpan.

"Peak Master Qiu, you, a disciple of Si Xiaofeng, are about to be killed soon." The blood-bone old man looked at Qiu Ling with a smile.

"It's not certain who planted it." Qiu Ling confronted each other without losing the slightest momentum.

"Hehe." The blood-bone old man smiled disdainfully.

The dead duck has a hard mouth.

At a critical moment like Sifeng's final, killing a disciple of Sixiaofeng, once the news spreads, it will undoubtedly greatly affect Sixiaofeng's reputation.

Even become a joke.

Thinking of this, most of the resentment in his heart about the destruction of the Ziyan Building will dissipate.

"Bang!"

The thick bloody air wave spread out on the stone platform, and the corner of Tan Ce's mouth raised a mocking smile, and the nerves of many disciples were also extremely tense.

Henry Zhang, was he killed?

"How does it feel to use the power obtained from lower-level spiritual spells?"

The voice that came from the bloody blast made the smile on Tan Ce's face stiffen suddenly.

A round of golden blade disk was suspended in front of Henry Zhang, trembling slightly.

It was this thing that resisted Tan Ce's previous attack.

"Buzz!"

The two-color light wheel of ice and fire rotated under the palm of his hand. Henry Zhang raised his head, looked at Tan Ce in the sky, and grinned: "I also have spiritual skills, and it is stronger than your blood sacrifice."

"Next, it's time for me to attack."