The blood mist, like rising sea water, quickly spread across the courtyard and swallowed up the corridor.
Whether it is the elite soldiers on patrol or the guests who came to pay tribute after hearing the news, as long as their cultivation level has not reached Earth Realm, they are no different from ants in front of this bloody field.
Their protective body, Gang Qi, was like paper and collapsed at the touch of blood mist.
The Qi and blood accumulated over decades of hard training have become the most delicious nourishment for the blood mist.
In the blink of an eye, this magnificent mansion, which symbolized the power of Qing Province, turned into a silent Shura field.
There were mummies in different postures everywhere, and the air was filled with a sweet smell of rust and decay.
"Hold on! Form a formation!"
"Damn it! This damn thing is sucking our blood!"
Deep in the mansion, the only three remaining Earth Realm worshipers stood back to back, forming a simple three-talent formation, struggling to hold on.
The auras around them flickered, but under the constant erosion of the blood mist, the brightness and darkness were uncertain, like candles left in the wind.
They can feel that the power in their bodies is flowing uncontrollably.
If they continue like this, they will follow in the footsteps of those servants without even leaving a stick of incense.
And on the roof of an inconspicuous attic not far away, a figure that blends perfectly with the shadow stands quietly.
Blood Baleful Intent Hall master, Zhou Tong.
What was strange was that when the invincible blood mist came within three feet of his body, it seemed as if it encountered some kind of invisible barrier and actively diverted to both sides, bypassing his location.
He stretched out a finger, and a wisp of blood mist wrapped around his fingertip like a docile pet.
"Same power, but different."
Zhou Tong's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity and heat.
"This blood mist... is older and purer. Chen Family, what kind of monster is it raising?"
His original plan was to wait until both Yao Ming and Chen Family were defeated in the fight, and then he would come out to clean up the mess.
Now it seems that Yao Ming that praying mantis is not even qualified to fill a gap in this monster's teeth.
Just as he was thinking, an extremely violent rage erupted from the sky like a volcano.
"Damn it! Damn it! You ruined Duke's Residence!!"
Boom!
A bloody stream of light tore through the night, and in a decisive gesture regardless of the cost, it hit the central square of Duke's Residence.
Chen Xiaotian!
Earth Realm Ninth Level Peak's terrifying aura suddenly exploded, forcing the blood mist within a hundred feet radius back several feet.
However, when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, the face distorted by rage froze in an instant.
There were mummies all over the ground.
The once majestic mansion now looks like a ghost.
He saw the stewards who usually fawned over him, the guard commanders he promoted personally, and the old servants who had served him for decades... They all turned into lifeless bones, with a desperate attitude, forever frozen in the moment before death.
The overwhelming anger in Chen Xiaotian's eyes turned into cold-hearted horror and despair at this moment.
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes penetrated the thick blood mist, and stared at the source of that power - deep underground!
He did not curse Yao Ming, nor did he express his anger at Su Yu.
Because he knows better than anyone else that there is only one person in the Chen Family who can push Blood Spirit Formation to this point!
"Father..."
Chen Xiaotian's voice was dry, hoarse, and full of incredible tremors.
"Why... why did you do this?!"
This question is not anger, but comes from fear and confusion deep in the soul.
Zhou Tong, who was hiding in the dark, shrank his pupils suddenly.
Father?
Chen Wei? The old Duke who was rumored to have died in the war?
It's not that Demon Suppression is out of control, but... it's the initiative to sacrifice?
An extremely crazy idea exploded in Zhou Tong's mind.
He didn't hesitate at all.
I saw Zhou Tong's hands forming lightning seals, and the blood evil power in his body no longer retained any reservation, turning into a huge, counter-rotating bloody vortex, firmly rooted under the attic.
What he wants to do is neither to escape nor to fight.
Instead, take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to steal the most original blood spirit power that has escaped!
Wealth and honor are found in danger!
Underground cave.
Yao Ming's mummy still retains the frightened and distorted expression before death.
The four puppets stood quietly around, the soul fire in their eyes extinguished, like the most loyal guards.
The blood-colored runes throughout the cave were extremely bright at this moment, and all the energy was rushing toward the end of the tunnel, the void space shrouded in endless blood mist.
The center of the blood mist.
The haggard figure - old Duke Chen Wei - has disappeared.
Instead, there was a huge, slowly beating heart.
The heart is the size of a house, and its surface is covered with dark red blood vessels and ancient golden runes. Every beat makes the entire space tremble, and a large amount of blood mist is sucked into it, and more pure energy is spit out.
And the blood-colored chain that runs through Chen Wei's bones is now deeply rooted at the top of the heart, like an umbilical cord transporting nutrients.
suddenly.
The beating of that huge heart suddenly stopped.
It's like beating the drums of doom.
Boom!
All the spreading blood mist in Duke's Residence was completely out of control at this moment.
They are no longer slowly eroding tides, but have turned into billions of violent bloody tornadoes!
"Ah--!"
Deep in the mansion, the three Earth Realm worshipers formed a formation and struggled to support them, and the horror on their faces just appeared.
The protective aura around them, as thin as a cicada's wings, could not hold on even for a single breath before it was instantly torn apart by the violent blood mist.
The bodies of the three people shriveled up a hundred times faster than those of the previous servants, as if every drop of blood and life force in their bodies was forcibly extracted in an instant, turned into the purest nutrients, and poured back into the ground.
No struggle, no resistance.
The mummies of three Earth Realm strong men Soundless fell to the ground, no different from the corpses of the servants around them.
On the attic roof, Zhou Tong merged with the shadow, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.
The originally docile blood mist at his fingertips was now like an enraged poisonous snake, frantically trying to worm its way into his body.
Zhou Tong snorted coldly, and the blood evil force shook his fingertips, annihilating them.
But the horror in his heart had reached its peak.
This power... is out of control!
No, it's not out of control, it's waking up!
It was at this time.
An old, plain, emotionless voice sounded directly in his ears as if ignoring the distance in space.
"Friend, now that you are here, why are you hiding?"
Zhou Tong All the muscles in his body tensed instantly, like a wild beast being targeted by natural enemies.
Has it been discovered?
Wrong!
As soon as this idea arose, he rejected it himself.
This is not a discovery.
From the moment he stepped into Duke's Residence, every move he made was probably under the eyes of the other party!
He is the moth that crashed into the cobweb!
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Tong's figure peeled off from the shadows, and the blood evil power around him exploded without reservation, turning into a streak of blood and about to rise into the sky.
Don't stay here for long!
However, his figure had just grown several feet taller.