Tu Shanjun looked back.

He didn't expect such a powerful technique.

"No, it's not a magic spell, it's an explosion of spiritual objects and ghosts."

With his spiritual consciousness spreading, Tushanjun discovered the truth of the matter.

Lu Guang self-destructed the Yin Shen and blew up the entire Blood Spirit Hall.

Not only that, the golden flames generated by the explosion evaporated most of the blood pool.

The blood demon emerged from the blood pool, half of his body disappeared, and his breath became extremely weak.

If he hadn't been connected with the blood pool, he might have died at that distance.

He shouldn't go after those Qi-training monks from the Five Spirit Sect.

But there was no way. He needed more powerful strength at that time, and he had to replenish his flesh and blood. How could he let go of the living people who came to him.

The Blood Demon really didn't expect that this foundation-building monk who had escaped from Yin God would be such a ruthless person.

Doesn't that person know that self-destructing the Yin God will make him a living dead?

You may never wake up in your lifetime.

Living as a living dead is more painful than death.

Lifting his arm, only a bare patch was left.

The half of the arm was cut off by the sword light.

There are too many wounds on the body, and the pool of blood cannot be blocked.

"Hahaha."

"Blood Jade Alchemy."

The disheveled Patriarch Feng clenched the elixir in his hand and laughed maniacally. His lifelong goal was finally achieved.

The breath of laughter was not smooth, and he coughed violently.

vomit.

A large pool of blood spat out from Feng Laozu's mouth, and some fragments of internal organs could still be seen.

The swaying body was supported by the flying sword.

He spent all his belongings but still couldn't stop Lu Guang's self-destruction.

There is no way to survive alone under such a powerful self-destruction.

Now his strength is less than three or four.

Fortunately, he got the blood jade elixir he wanted as he wished.

He will become a golden elixir monk.

"Oh."

The Blood Demon laughed coldly and looked at Patriarch Feng as if he were a fool.

"Devil, why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at you for being tricked and you don't even know." The Blood Demon laughed loudly, touching the wound so that he didn't dare to move: "The Blood Jade Magic Pill Marrow in your hand has long become an empty shell. There is nothing you can do about it.

Help you become a true Jindan."

Patriarch Feng was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the Blood Jade Alchemy in his hand. There was a bit of hesitation in his eyes.

He shook his head slightly and tried to input a bit of mana.

Boom.

The Blood Jade Alchemy is broken.

It is indeed an empty shell as the Blood Demon said!

"puff."

A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, and Patriarch Feng looked up to the sky and shouted: "Impossible!"

The Blood Demon laughed.

That's right, he was already dead.

What remains now is only the former foundation-building Yin God.

If it hadn't been for the support of the Blood Jade Alchemy for so many years, he really wouldn't be alive now.

He also refined the blood pool, integrated his body into it, and existed as a spiritual object entrusted to the Yin God.

Patriarch Feng murmured and shook his head: "No, how could it be broken?"

"You lied to me."

"It's not an empty shell."

Patriarch Feng used his magic power to carefully rejoin the broken shells of the elixir.

Holding it in the palm of my hand, I felt as if I was mourning my heir.

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but sigh, he didn't expect the final result to be like this.

The head of the Wuling Sect self-destructed the Yin Shen, severely injuring the Blood Demon and also injuring Patriarch Feng of the Yuanling Sect.

In the end, this kind of lose-lose situation turned out to be an empty shell for the elixir that was fought for.

Hopes were dashed. Ancestor Feng of the Yuanling Sect was traumatized and had serious problems with his sanity. In addition, he was seriously injured. Amidst great joy and sorrow, the future was unpredictable.

"Even if there is no pill-forming spiritual object, I can still form pills."

Patriarch Feng crushed the empty shell in his hand.

Although his eyes were full of despair, he was still not defeated.

He forced himself to use his magic power to draw the disciples of Yuanling Sect into the light-escape cloud, and used his escape technique to leave the formation.

"Boom."

As the Blood Spirit Palace collapsed, the entire formation began to shake.

The disciples of the sect fled relatively quickly.

The ancestor of the Yuanling Sect is still alive, and his foundation-building escape technique can be regarded as soaring in the clouds, so it is not difficult to carry a Qi-training monk.

The disciples of the Wuling Sect are all good in cultivation, and they are also very fast at wielding swords on their own.

They didn't know the situation of their leader, so they had no choice but to run away.

The casual cultivators rushed to leave the formation.

The blood demon rose from the ground, and the blood pool under his feet turned into a blood mist that enveloped the formation.

From time to time, casual cultivators fell into the blood mist and turned into handfuls of pus and blood.

"The injury is too serious."

The Blood Demon remembered many things. He remembered that he had fought many people, but he still did not remember who he was.

"who I am?"

The Blood Demon raised his remaining arm, and what he saw was pale color. He whispered to himself: "As long as I become stronger, I will definitely be able to remember who I am."

The mist filled the air, and the accumulated water in the blood pool rose, covering the entire Blood Spirit Hall.

Tu Shanjun had already taken Wen Yue away.

They didn't care about the Blood Jade Alchemy, and they didn't even think about fighting for it.

Even if the magic elixir marrow is not an empty shell, Tu Shanjun has no confidence in snatching it from the hands of the ancestor of the Yuanling Sect.

Fly out of the formation.

The original grayness was swept away, and in front of me was a clear sky with drifting wind and clouds.

The battle pressure of monks in the foundation building stage is very heavy. Many monks have already come out. Except for the sect monks, those who come out now are all casual cultivators who want to find opportunities until the end.

"I don't know if Fellow Daoist Zhang and Fellow Daoist Xu have come out." Wen Yue turned back and looked at the formation.

With the collapse of the Blood Spirit Palace, the formation is about to be sealed off again.

If they don't come out, it's okay if they don't come out for a short period of time. If they stay in there for a long time and wait until their mana is exhausted and the evil spirit enters their bodies, they will become unconscious walking zombies over time.

Remembering that he had transmitted the magic spell to the two of them, Wen Yue quickly entered the magic power and asked.

"Friend Daoist Wen?"

"Have you come out yet?"

"Thank you Daoist Wen for your concern. We have already left in the morning."

Wen Yue breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Zhichen and Xu Qing's caution saved them.

Who would have thought that a total of five foundation-building monks would appear in the Blood Spirit Hall.
To be continued...