True Person Xueying stood on the edge of the rock above the blood pool, looking down.
In the pool, more than three hundred monks are stacking up the human ladder. The defensive type is stepping on the thick bones that have not completely melted. The powerful type is carrying the speed type. Some are adjusting positions, some are changing shifts to let the people below rest, and some are whispering the mental method Mnemonic to suppress the corrosion lines on their legs.
The entire blood pool is like a pot of thick soup that is being simmered slowly. The ingredients are carefully arranged in it, and each piece is still struggling slightly.
"You are quite energetic."
True Person Xueying chuckled, and the laughter bounced back and forth between the cave domes and reached everyone's ears.
"I'll give you some extra ingredients."
He took out a small bottle from his arms. The bottle was no bigger than the palm of his hand. There were no runes on the surface, only a layer of dark red slurry left after being infiltrated by flesh and blood for many years. He shook the bottle slightly, and a few bright red liquid beads spilled out of the bottle mouth and fell on the rock. Ishigami then scalded Shitou to produce a wisp of white smoke. An almost substantial amount of essence spread out from the mouth of the bottle. Even the monk standing at the farthest end of the blood pool could feel a thin layer of heat suddenly appearing on his skin.
True Person Xueying Pour the bottle mouth down.
A column of dark red blood was poured from the bottle into the pool. The blood column did not flow quickly, and could even be called slow. But the moment it fell into the pool, the entire blood pool seemed to have been poured into a red-hot iron billet. The water in the pool was based on the point where the blood column fell. A circle of ripples visible to the naked eye exploded from the center to all sides. The temperature rose suddenly wherever the ripples passed. The light at the bottom of the pool Spirit Rune changed from dark red to bright white, and the lines jumped so fast that they became one.
All of True Person Iron Fist Essence Blood.
The height of the blood pool began to rise rapidly. Eight feet five, nine feet, nine feet five, ten feet. Every inch the pool surface rose, the temperature increased. Blood-red steam filled the entire cave, dyeing the cold light of the fluorite into warm red.
The first thing that couldn't hold up were those bones. The thick bones of Devil Race and Demon Beast could originally support the weight of the defensive monks, but under the impact of this Essence Blood, fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the bones, and the cracks spread outward from the joints, quickly connecting into a spider web-like pattern, shattering into bone fragments as big as fingernails, and then continued to melt in the blood, completely turning into part of the blood pool within a few breaths.
The defensive monks who had lost their support stepped on the ground and staggered around. Some fell into the pool, waving their arms and fluttering a few times. When they were pulled up, the skin of the entire forearm was gone, and the exposed muscle layer was covered with red corrosion lines. Some were knocked off the skeleton base by their fallen companions, and fell headlong into the pool. When they were pulled up, only the eyes were still moving on their faces.
The situation of speed-type monks is even worse. Their physical bodies are not as well tempered as those of the defense-type and strength-types, and they are not stable when carried on the shoulders. Once the base falls, the whole person falls directly into a blood pool as deep as one foot. The person who falls in struggles to float up, but within a few breaths of floating up. Inside, the skin began to peel off the muscles layer by layer, the hair fell off in pieces, and the facial features were quickly blurred by corrosion. Some people sank and never floated again, while others stopped struggling halfway through. A few bubbles would occasionally appear on the surface of the blood pool, and then calmness returned.
Ge Qing was still shouting, but his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, and his whole person was drowned in the chaotic noise.
Qin Tiexin's whole body has been completely immersed in the blood pool. As long as he breathes a little, blood will be poured into his mouth and nose. His right hand is raised above his head, Duan Xuan steps on his palm, and the whole weight of her body is pressed on that palm. The soles of her feet The boots were gone, revealing pale skin covered with corrosion lines. Duan Xuan looked down at him, his lips moved, wanting to say something. Qin Tiexin raised his head at her and shook his head, then continued to adjust his breathing to keep his body stable.
His body has been able to withstand the corrosion of the blood pool. After absorbing a large amount of Essence Blood energy with Method Formula of "True Fire Furnace Scripture", his whole body's strength has been restored to two levels. 30%, although there is still a burning sensation on the surface of the skin, the corrosion lines have disappeared. The Essence Blood energy that penetrated into the pores slowly flows through his meridians, constantly Repair Repair the damaged tissue.
"Put me down," Duan Xuan's voice was very low, but Qin Tiexin could hear her gritting her teeth, "You won't last long."
Qin Tiexin shook his head at her in the blood pool, his eyes firm.
Duan Xuan's fists clenched and unclenched. She didn't say anything else, she just moved her center of gravity forward slightly to distribute her weight more evenly, so that Qin Tiexin would be less strenuous to lift.
Others were not so lucky. Those monks who accidentally fell into the blood pool were completely melted in less than ten breaths, with not even a finger bone left. The whole person's flesh, blood, bones, and meridians were all turned into part of the pool water.
The defensive and strength-type monks are still alive, but they have reached their limit. Some people have all the skin on their legs gone, and some people have only bones and tendons hanging on the bones below the knees. Some people can no longer stand, but they are still using their arms to support their companions' bodies to prevent themselves from falling.
In this chaotic scene, True Person Xueying suddenly tilted his head.
His eyes passed through the diffuse blood-colored steam, passed through the crowded and struggling monks, and landed on a certain position on the side wall of the blood pool. The moment the rocks there met his eyes, they seemed to tremble slightly.
"There is a little guy who is misbehaving."
He stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers in that direction.
A large palm made entirely of crimson Spiritual Qi extended out from his body. When the five fingers were spread out, it was wider than a person's torso. The Spirit Rune in the palm made a hissing sound in the air.
The big palm reached forward, fingers together, and directly inserted into the stone wall on the side of the blood pool. The rock was dug out like tofu under the burning of Spiritual Qi. The gravel and dust were squeezed out from the edge of the palm and fell into the pool with a crash. The big palm dug at least five feet deep into the stone wall, and then yanked it out.
There is something in the palm of his hand, no, it is a person.
She has a black leather coat, a slender figure, and long hair that is soaked in blood and stuck to her back. The leather coat on her body has been completely soaked in blood and turned into deep red, sticking tightly to her skin. In her right hand, she also holds a thin awl no more than three inches long, with a space chip embedded on the tip of the awl.
Jiang Li.
Qin Tiexin looked up at her and was slightly shocked. No wonder he never saw her in the pool. This woman didn't know what means she used. While everyone was still trapped in the formation at the bottom of the blood pool, she had already dug more than five feet deep into the stone wall alone.
And judging from the awl in her hand, the space chip awl she used should be some kind of specialized escape Law Artifact, which can temporarily open a space crack in the rock, allowing her to move through the rock like walking through a wall.
If she was given enough time, she might actually be able to dig through the rock formations and escape.
Jiang Li's body struggled violently in the big palm, her waist twisted left and right with an almost snake-like flexibility, and her legs kicked the air. Her eyes glanced around, seeming to be looking for any exploitable gaps or shadows nearby. Fleeting Shadow Sect's escape Azure Xuan Region is notoriously difficult to deal with the technique, and the speed-type monk can slip away once he catches the slightest flaw. But the big red palm didn't give her any chance. Five fingers clasped her shoulders, waist and knees at the same time, sealing every joint in her body that could exert force.
"I am Jiang Li! My father is Fleeting Shadow Sect, the master of Jiang Wanting!" Her voice changed its tone, with a sharpness unique to a dying person, "He will give you whatever you want! Cultivation Method, Law Artifact, Spirit Stone, you name a price! Please -"
"Noisy."
True Person Xueying clasped his five fingers together. The sound was muffled, no louder than crushing a ripe fruit. A crimson blood mist exploded in the big palm, and countless pieces of leather clothing fragments and thin cones clinked on the rocks. The blood mist stayed in the air for a brief breath, and then was wrapped up by Spiritual Qi in the big palm, and scattered into the blood pool together with the fine pieces of flesh and blood.
The entire blood pool fell silent.
Everyone was looking up at the dissipating blood mist.
When they were in the blood pool before, they always felt that they still had a chance. They felt that they had just been plotted and had their spiritual power sealed, but they could escape as long as they could find a flaw or wait for rescue.
Those who yell, those who discuss countermeasures, and those who wait for the opportunity with their trump cards still have a trace of luck in their hearts.
Jiang Li was probably the only one in the group who actually escaped from the blood pool. She succeeded, she really climbed out, and she had dug five feet deep into the stone wall. Then she was taken out of Shitou by that big hand and crushed. It was as easy as crushing a bug.
True Person Xueying put the Spiritual Qi big palm back into the body without any unnecessary expression on his face.
He really doesn't care. What Alchemist refiner would care about a medicinal plant bouncing a little twice before being thrown into Pill Furnace? He would only think that it is quite energetic, and maybe the medicinal effect is better.
After observing the condition of the blood pool, he took out another jade bottle from his arms.
Different from the previous bottle, this jade bottle is only about the size of a thumb. It is snow white, translucent in texture, and the jade is as fine as solidified suet. There is a very fine seal pattern engraved on the body of the bottle, with a faint red light flowing in the pattern.
Through the translucent bottle wall, you can see a drop of blood suspended in the bottle. The drop of blood is much thicker than ordinary blood, and its deep red color has a very light pink luster. It rotates slowly inside the bottle, and every time it rotates, it stirs up a very faint light pattern on the bottle wall.
True Person Xueying raised the jade bottle in front of his eyes, and he might not have noticed the change in his eyes. When he looked at the struggling monks below, his eyes were no different from looking at a pot of medicinal herbs being boiled. Now when he looked at the drop of blood, there was something close to piety in his eyes.
He had been looking for this drop of blood for hundreds of years, read countless Pill Formulas, and traveled back and forth between Devil Races and the human race countless times before finally learning about the arrival of Sheng Xiao'ers through this accidental fortuitous opportunitys.
He did not hesitate to kill all the sixty-eight disciples of the Xueying Sect. He used True Person Iron Fist and all Essence Blood of Meridian Opening Middle Stage to fill the final gap in the blood pool. He threw his left arm on the gravel platform outside the Iron Spine Sect ruins. He completely tore the human race's righteousness, the identity he had maintained for two hundred years, into pieces and trampled it under his feet.
value.
As long as he swallows this drop of holy blood and uses it as the core to refine the Essence Blood of the entire blood pool, he can condense Holy Blood Pill and impact Nascent Soul. Nascent Soul has a long life, and from now on, he no longer has to care about any rules.
He held the jade bottle in his palm, looked away from the jade bottle, and returned to the blood pool below. The height of the blood pool has stabilized about one foot, and the red steam evaporating on the surface of the pool is so thick that it almost condenses into substance. The light at the bottom of the pool Spirit Rune has reached its highest point, changing from dark red to bright white, and from bright white to dark gold. The entire Refining Grand Array is ready to go, and only the last step is left.
True Person Xueying Push your thumb and the cork pops open.