Primordial God

"Ah?" Zhang Ding's words made Li Ding suddenly startled, with disbelief in his eyes, "Boss, this is impossible, right? I am a four-star martial arts spirit, although He Jing has nine-star martial arts cultivation, but How could it possibly take my life?"

Zhang Ding snorted and said: "This He Jing is the genius of the He family in Guhe City. Although her cultivation is in the Nine-Star Martial Spirit, the ordinary martial artist of the Nine-Star Martial Spirit is not her opponent at all. When she was in Hecheng, she once killed a six-star martial arts spirit with one knife, but it seemed that she hadn't done her best."

Li Ding's face was pale, but He Jing was stronger than he thought.

The light in Zhang Ding's eyes was on and off, "If it were normal, I'm afraid you would have already died, but you survived, and you didn't even suffer serious injuries. Presumably when she fought against the Chi Yan Huo Xiong, she was injured. Not light."

After speaking, Zhang Ding smiled, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"He Jing was seriously injured, and her strength must have declined." Zhang Ding thought.

After a stick of incense, when all the warriors in the forest were almost recovered, He Jing asked them to get up and start their journey.

Now He Jing is seriously injured, and the 100,000 mountain is even more dangerous. There are beasts everywhere. She has no confidence in this group of warriors. .

On the way, everyone was very careful, walking through the 100,000 mountains, roaring in the depths, and the black-winged Dapeng made of black gold cut through the sky and flew in the mountains, making this group of warriors even more cautious.

Fortunately, they did not encounter any danger along the way. When night fell, they finally crossed the 100,000 Mountains without any risk.

After leaving Shiwanda Mountain, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. They finally left Shiwanda Mountain, which meant they were safe.

Leaving the 100,000 Mountains, it is a vast and boundless blood-colored plain. After passing through this blood-colored plain, it is to reach the imperial capital.

Li Mushen looked at the vast blood-colored plain in front of him, and murmured in his heart: "Imperial Capital, God Tower of Heaven and Earth, my Li Mushen will come soon."

When night falls, the sky in the distance is flickering with rainbow lights, and the sunset is over the mountains.

The warriors came from the 100,000 mountains and looked extremely tired. Now that night falls, there are beasts rampant in the **** plain. It is very dangerous for the warriors to move forward.

He Jing called out to those warriors to let them rest here tonight and move forward early in the morning.

In the **** plain, Li Mushen and He Changsheng found a place to sit down everywhere.

After a day's rush, the vitality and a bit of spirit that He Changsheng originally contained also disappeared, and the whole person regained his morbid posture. Changsheng couldn't walk out of the **** plain at all.

"How do you feel?" Li Mushen asked He Changsheng.

He Changsheng's face was as pale as paper, and he smiled warmly, with a smile on his morbid face, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

"I feel okay, Brother Li, I have come all the way from Shiwanda Mountain, thank you."

At this time, Zhang Ding walked over with Li Ding, looked at He Changsheng and smiled, "Sick ghost, I didn't expect you to be able to persevere, it's really admirable."

He Changsheng glanced at him, but did not answer Zhang Ding's words.

Seeing that He Changsheng didn't return to him, Zhang Ding's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he sneered in his heart: "Sick ghost, you wait, it's time for you to beg for mercy."

Passing by He Changsheng and Li Mushen, Zhang Ding took Li Direction and He Jing away.

When the night came, He Jing's face was a little pale, but it was not obvious. She healed her wounds in a **** plain and recovered the injuries in her body.

Zhang Ding came quietly and came to He Jing's side.

Suddenly, He Jing opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Ding, her eyes flashed with cold light, and a powerful breath burst out.

"What are you doing here?" He Jing said coldly.

Zhang Ding smiled, looked at He Jing's face, and naturally noticed how pale her face was, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'm just here to take a look."

He Jing didn't speak, and secretly said in her heart: "He sees my current injury? It shouldn't be possible."

Zhang Ding's eyes flickered and said: "He Jing, once you have crossed this **** plain, you will reach the imperial capital of the Xianjing Dynasty. I can find a fourth-grade alchemist or even a fifth-grade alchemist for your brother. Heal him, but there is a precondition."

He Jing looked at him and said, "What prerequisites?"

"You also know that alchemists are noble, why longevity healing is naturally expensive, as long as you are my person in the future, this will naturally be fine." Zhang Ding said hehe.

And after hearing this, He Jing, her eyes shot out a cold light, "Don't even think about it!"

"Don't think about it?" Zhang Ding sneered and said, "Since you said you can't think about it, I see how you will heal your short-lived ghost after you arrive at the imperial capital!"

Zhang Ding's eyes were aggressive, swept He Jing from beginning to end, then smiled strangely, and turned to leave.

After Zhang Ding left, He Jing had an ominous premonition in her heart, but she didn't know the reason.

The blood-colored plain soon fell into the night, the night was dark, and the distant sky was full of stars twinkling Guan Hui.

After a day's exhaustion, these warriors were already tired and rested quickly at night, but except for Zhang Ding and He Jing, they still hadn't slept.

Today, the abnormal Zhang Ding is responsible for the safety of the night, while He Jing is practicing in the distance. She wants to restore the cultivation level in her body as soon as possible. I am afraid that only in this way can she expel the unknown in her body.

But apart from Zhang Ding and He Jing who did not rest, there was actually one other person, and that was Li Mushen.

Li Mushen was alone in the **** plain, and a treasure bottle appeared in his hand, which contained the precious blood of the iron-clad flying eagle. It was close to the imperial capital, and Li Mushen naturally planned to practice the treasure technique - blood eye killing, so that his own A little bit stronger.

Treasure blood flowed with gleaming brilliance, and there was an eagle roar.

His spiritual sense was scattered around, and no one noticed the changes in him. Li Mushen began to practice.

He pinched a handprint in his hand, the handprint pressed on the treasure bottle, the precious blood in the treasure bottle rolled, and the treasure pattern in it flickered, exuding a dazzling brilliance.

However, the dazzling brilliance was blocked by Li Mushen to prevent the light from pouring out and disturbing everyone.

The next step is to cultivate blood pupil killing. From the treasure bottle, the precious blood of the iron-clad flying eagle was pulled by force, turned into a slender blood column, rushed out of the treasure bottle, and fell into the eyes of Li Mushen. middle.

Treasure blood was overflowing, filling his eyes, radiance flickering, treasure patterns flowing, Li Mushen crossed his knees on the ground, and began to practice blood-eye killing.

Taking the precious blood of the iron-clad flying eagle as a guide, the surging power poured into the pupils of both eyes, and the source of power was carved on the pupil of Li Mushen, and that source of power was the source of power for blood pupil killing.

Gradually carved, Li Mushen's eyes were stinging under the carvings of precious blood, but the power in them was even more powerful and shocking.

But this kind of stinging pain was nothing to Li Mushen, the pain he had tried his best was no less than a hundred times more painful.

Li Mushen can clearly feel that his eyes are carved with your precious blood, and one after another, the glyphs of power lines are hidden in his eyes, and then disappear.

The precious blood of the Iron Armored Eagle was being consumed, and most of the precious blood in the treasure bottle was used up in a short time.

In Li Mushen's eyes, there are blood lights flickering, which is terrifying. There is a powerful force in it, and this force is the power of blood-eye killing.

Treasure will be done!

In the following time, Li Mushen turned the precious blood into tiny lines of precious blood, which shuttled through his eyes, as if weaving, further enhancing the power of the blood pupil.

After half an hour, a **** light suddenly shot out from Li Mushen's eyes.

A flash of blood instantly flashed in the dark darkness, dazzling.

But this **** light appeared in an instant and disappeared in an instant, but in the blink of an eye of Li Mushen.

Such a vision was naturally discovered by Zhang Ding and He Jing, but neither of them knew what the **** light that appeared was.

When the two of them tried to find that **** light, there was no trace.

In the blood-colored plain, in Li Mushen's eyes, blood lights were beating in them, containing shocking power.

Li Mushen could feel that with a single glance, he could instantly kill the soul of a martial artist in the Martial Spirit Realm!

Even that warrior has no chance to react at all, it is extremely powerful!

This is the second powerful treasure that Li Mushen has mastered after the unicorn arm - blood eye killing!

After the successful cultivation, Li Mushen quietly returned to He Jing's group of warriors, and also planned to have a good rest tonight.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Ding observed the changes around the **** plain, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and then looked in the direction of He Jing, and the light in his eyes was even more intense.

Looking in He Jing's direction, Zhang Ding seemed to be thinking about something.

After thinking for a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, with a strange evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and then walked away to He Jing, who was cultivating in the distance.

On the blood-colored plain, the wind was shrill, like a ghost crying and wolf howling.

Perhaps all of Zhang Ding's mind was placed on He Jing, so he did not observe the changes in the Bloody Plain at all.

After Zhang Ding walked in He Jing's direction, there were a few low-pitched roars from the **** plain.

In the dark night, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes flickered in it.

That bloodthirsty gaze was a blood wolf.

The blood wolf is one meter tall, the wolf body is strong, and their fur is blood red, fierce and intimidating!

Just 100 meters away from the group of warriors, **** wolves crawled on the ground, flickering fiercely, surrounded the group of warriors, and then crawled towards them.

Zhang Ding's steps were very light, and the light in his eyes was even brighter. He hid his breath and quietly came to He Jing's side.