After casting Bloodfiend Shadow-Escaping Steps several times in a row, Xu Yan successfully opened a distance of hundreds of feet from Ji Heng.
However, the continuous loss of Essence Blood left no trace of color on his face, and a strand of white hair appeared silently, making him look much older.
At the end of the sky, a pitch-black ocean loomed, connecting heaven and earth, stretching for an unknown distance, far beyond the sight of the monks.
Seeing this black ocean, Xu Yan was refreshed. He already knew that this was not a real ocean in front of him, but a special scene formed by the Poison Mist spreading in Ancient Demon Abyss.
The endless rolling of Black Poisonous Miasma looks like the undulating waves of the ocean from a distance, which makes people unable to help but have an illusion.
"We've reached the edge Ancient Demon Abyss, hold on a little longer!" Xu Yan's face was extremely ferocious, and he used Bloodfiend Shadow-Escaping Steps again!
Lines of Essence Blood flowed out from the corners of Xu Yan's mouth, and his whole body turned into a bloody man, which was extremely tragic.
"Demonic Path Secret Art! I want to see how many more times you can use it!"
Seeing Xu Yan turn into a blood shadow again and pulling away, Ji Heng showed disdain on his face. Demonic Path Secret Art is extremely domineering and cannot be used frequently in a short period of time.
Hearing Ji Heng's words, Xu Yan's face showed a bitter look. What this person said was true. After using it several times in a row, his body was already unbearable.
Monks who practice this technique cannot use it more than three times in a month, otherwise each time it is used, the required Essence Blood will be more than the last time.
In just a few breaths of time, it has been used several times, and several years of life have been wasted.
According to Xu Yan's estimation, if he uses it at most once, his body will no longer be able to bear it.
"Almost! We're almost there Ancient Demon Abyss!" Seeing that Ji Heng was only dozens of feet away from him, Xu Yan roared in his heart.
"Fight!" Xu Yan showed a ruthless look on his face and slapped Storage Bag hard.
A white jade porcelain bottle instantly fell into the hands of Xu Yan. Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and swallowed the two pitch black pills in the bottle.
These two Pill are exactly the "Spirit-Detonating Pill" obtained by killing the old man Demonic Path.
After swallowing two pills of "Spirit-Detonating Pill", what came instantly was not powerful spiritual power, but an extreme pain.
"Ah!"
It was a kind of pain of being forcibly stripped of life, which made Xu Yan couldn't help but roar. This kind of pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow and was unbearable.
Visible to the naked eye, Xu Yan's original black and shiny hair turned mostly white in an instant, and wrinkles appeared on the corners of his eyes.
This is a manifestation of the loss of vitality in a short period of time. Those two Pills forcibly stripped him of the Lifespans of twenty years.
"Ah!"
Terrifying spiritual power fluctuations came from the belly, and Spirit-Detonating Pill's extremely powerful medicinal power was instantly dissolved, repairing all Xu Yan's injuries.
The Essence Blood that was originally consumed due to the use of Bloodfiend Shadow-Escaping Steps was completely recovered due to the overdraft of Lifespan and the life potential of Spirit-Detonating Pill.
He glanced at Ji Heng with hatred, and his figure once again turned into a blood shadow and flew away through the air!
"No matter how hard you try, you will definitely die today!" Ji Heng felt strong murderous intent in his heart. Decades of hard work were all destroyed in one go. He wanted that Qi Refining Realm junior to die in despair.
Only in this way can the hatred in his heart be relieved, otherwise he would have used Secret Art long ago.
The spiritual sword under his feet flashed with light, and Ji Heng chased after him again. He glanced fearfully at the pitch-black Ancient Demon Abyss, and then he took action.
A huge bloody sword light surged out from behind him, swirling with sharp energy, enveloping the sky murderous intent, and slashed down at the escaping figure in front of him.
Xu Yan felt a sudden chill running down his spine. He turned around suddenly and saw the terrifying sword light, and his expression changed drastically.
"Block!"
Xu Yan roared angrily, played with five fingers, and shot several Nine-Flame Realm flames towards the sword light.
At the same time, Greenedge Sword, who was already ready to attack, also drew a cyan sword light and slashed towards the rear.
Talisman Paper was crushed by Xu Yan one after another. In an instant, there were several feet of golden light-emitting escape wall in front of him.
"Not enough!"
Xu Yan My scalp is numb, and the feeling of fatal threat has not diminished at all.
"Buzz!"
Ten Thousand Demons Bell, as black as ink, was thrown violently by him, and with a roar, it turned into a height of ten feet and blocked in front of him.
"Boom!"
The bloody sword light fell in the void, and the flame of the Nine-Flame Realm was extinguished like a candle by the Sword Qi swallowed by the bloody sword light.
The bloody sword light continues to fall unabated!
"Boom!"
Greenedge Sword was chopped into pieces and turned into a puddle of dust. With Greenedge Sword blocking it, the power of the bloody sword light was reduced to 10%, but it was still terrifying and made people tremble.
Under Ji Heng's disdainful gaze, the several-foot-long escape wall that Diamond Vajra Talisman transformed into was cut through instantly like paper.
"Dang!"
Ten Thousand Demons Bell made a loud noise, and in Xu Yan's desperate eyes, the bell body, which was comparable to the best Magic Artifact, broke into countless small pieces and shot towards the surroundings.
After Ten Thousand Demons Bell was killed, the bloody sword light still retained some power, and the dazzling red light made Xu Yan feel cold in his heart.
Seeing that the red light was about to come, Xu Yan subconsciously took out an object and blocked it in front of him.
"Boom!"
An unparalleled terrifying force struck, causing Xu Yan's whole body to shake violently, and then he felt a sharp pain all over his body, and was thrown backward like a kite with its string broken.
Huge pain struck, and the whole person completely lost consciousness.
In front of Ancient Demon Abyss, Ji Heng stood with his sword behind his back.
Looking at the figure who was finally blasted into Ancient Demon Abyss by him, there was a hint of hesitation.
Black Miasma rolled in front of his eyes, obviously entering the moment when Poison Mist broke out. Not to mention him at this moment, even Spirit Sword Sect Golden Core ancestors would have narrowly escaped death.
"The last sword contains countless Sword Qi. When exploded, the Sword Qi can attack Sea of Consciousness in an instant and kill the soul. This child was originally seriously injured, but after being hit by this sword, there is no chance of survival!"
Ji Heng hunted in long clothes, with thoughts flashing in his eyes. He once released Divine Sense to explore, but unfortunately Ancient Demon Abyss blocked all monks Divine Sense.
After waiting on the spot for a full hour, Ji Heng finally looked back at Ancient Demon Abyss.
The fingers quickly squeezed the secret, and a red light as thin as a gossamer shot through the air, chasing in the direction of Daoist San Zui.
"You want to escape to Netherworld Ghost Domain! How naive!"
The sound of ridicule echoed in this space, and Ji Heng's entire body turned into a stream of light and chased the red light away.
In Ancient Demon Abyss, there is a dead silence all year round. Under the endless Poison Mist, there are few traces of monks here. Especially now that Ancient Demon Abyss Poison Mist is breaking out, there are almost no monks who dare to venture into it.
A few dozen feet away from the edge of Ancient Demon Abyss, there was a bloody figure lying motionless on the ground.
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Time passes slowly, and Blood-Colored Figure remains motionless, just like a rock, quietly recording the traces of time.