In the world of cultivation, there is an extremely obvious gap between the physique of human cultivators and monsters. If it is a top-level monster, if it is a magic weapon pierced through the heart, even if it does not escape the Nascent Soul immediately, it will not die for a while with the support of strong vitality.

But if an ordinary human monk was suffering from such a fatal injury and the Nascent Soul would not escape faster, it would soon lose its vitality, and the soul connected to the ** would also escape into the cycle of reincarnation of heaven and earth.

Therefore, to a certain extent, every time a soul is completely erased, it will be affected by the corresponding cause and effect. Of course, killing the Nascent Soul does not mean erasing the soul.

The dagger in Mu Ling'er's hand is a top magic weapon. If she uses it to penetrate the heart, her life will come to an end. Because the top magic weapon has extremely strong destructive power, it is not as short as just piercing the heart. It is like ordinary secular weapons that are difficult to kill top monks.

Mu Ling'er, who was trapped by Han Lei's ban, did not consider the way the Nascent Soul left her body. Even if the Nascent Soul left her body in time and her mind had been damaged, she could not escape the fate of being captured or destroyed.

As a female cultivator in the cultivation world who is not well-informed in the world, Mu Ling'er's choice is certainly respectable. If other female cultivators would probably choose to surrender to the strong and let others play with it. After all, most cultivators put their lives first.

Unfortunately, Mu Ling'er's movements were still a little slow, or the opponent's reaction was very fast!

When her dagger was halfway into her chest, a huge force came from the surrounding restrictions, making her unable to move, and the jade hand holding the dagger stopped.

"Do you want to die?" Han Lei's face showed a few traces of sinisterness, his hands were bright and purple, and he injected powerful magic into the ban, imprisoning Mu Ling'er in the air, and even the magical power of the Nascent Soul leaving his body could not be used.

A teardrop was drawn on Mu Ling'er's crystal white face, and she simply closed her eyes to avoid being humiliated by the man in front of her.

"Haha... Miss Biyun Island, have you ever thought that you would fall to this day today?" Han Lei's eyes showed malicious eyes, looking at this once unattainable peerless beauty.

Mu Ling'er looked stubborn and tried to ignore the other party's sarcasm, but in her heart, she was filled with despair for her future.

What kind of results will a female cultivator with a superb appearance fall into the hands of a man of the same level with a ill-hearted heart?

Mu Ling'er even dared not imagine her future...

"Originally, I planned to let you be my dual cultivation partner, but now? Humph, I will make you my dual cultivation furnace... Once you absorb the pure virgin energy in your body, it may be possible to make my cultivation improve greatly and it is possible to advance to a small level.

Tsk tsk, I have retained my virginity for thousands of years and am still a female cultivator in the God Transformation Stage. This is not common in the "Zhou Dynasty". I think of the three island masters..."

At the end, Han Lei suddenly stopped and broke out in a cold sweat. He was so proud that he almost made the three island master Yan Hongyu and his father improve their cultivation.

Who would have known that the graceful and noble and dignified and beautiful Three Islands Masters would be such a person?

Mu Ling'er's pretty face turned green and red, and she couldn't scold her even if she wanted to. She could only snort coldly, but she was very scared in her heart.

"ah--"

At this moment, a scream came from Zhao Gang. Even though he launched a desperate attack, he still could not withstand the attack of three god-transforming cultivators.

Bang!

Zhao Gang's body was cut into two pieces by a flywheel-shaped magic weapon. As soon as the Nascent Soul came out of his body, it was destroyed by several spiritual lights.

Mu Ling'er dared not open her eyes, but could sense the fact that had happened.

Another crystal teardrop passed through her face.

What's different is that in this teardrop, there is blood-red, strange bright red.

Seeing this strange situation, even Han Lei was shocked and forgot to use what language to humiliate Mu Ling'er.

A man who grew up and was as close as his brother died in front of him, which was the biggest blow that Mu Ling'er has suffered these days.

Han Lei was speechless, standing in the void, and the magic power injected into his hand also loosened a lot.

At this moment, the battle situation on Zhang Heng also reached a fever pitch.

The three island master Yan Hongyu used all her strength to use the magic weapon of spiritual power, and the colorful ribbons that were dozens of feet long, trapping Zhang Heng tightly, not asking to kill him, but just trying to tightly bind him.

With her great perfection in the God Transformation Stage, she did not hesitate to fight all her energy, but could only barely trap Zhang Heng's breathing skills.

The power coming from the colorful streamers was constantly rising. Zhang Heng, who was imprisoned inside, had a terrible silver flames jumped out of his body. He was competing with this control-type spiritual magic weapon and gaining the upper hand. It took less than a short time to defeat the Three Islands Master Yan Hongyu.

"You guys should do your best to kill this demon!"

Yan Hongyu ordered the thirteen god-transforming cultivators to attack the trapped Zhang Heng.

At this moment, he directly described the other party as "this demon", which shows that she has already listed Zhang Heng as the "non-human" level.

"Bang bang bang..."

The thirteen great monks in the God Transformation Stage did not dare to neglect them. All kinds of magic weapons and radiant spiritual lights attacked Zhang Heng in groups.

Faced with so many fierce attacks, a layer of silver armor condensed from Zhang Heng's body, and a silver flame was still ignited on its surface. The spell attack of the ordinary God-Cultivation Stage was swallowed half by the silver flame before it was approaching.

Only magic weapon attacks can pose some threat to Zhang Heng and strike some cracks on the surface of the silver armor. However, as the "spirit core" in Zhang Heng's body trembled, a silver stream of light continued to overflow, quickly repairing the silver armor on the surface of his body.

After one or two breaths, the combined attack of the thirteen god-transforming cultivators only caused some minor damage to Zhang Heng!

"Is this still human?"

Many monks have lost their fighting spirit in their hearts, and they also regard Zhang Heng as a "demon" or "divine beast", and their attack strength is not as strong as before.

"Kill all, no one left!"

Zhang Heng had already noticed the situation of Mu Ling'er and Zhao Gang, and his face suddenly became gloomy, and a huge murderous intent was born from his body.

Kill just for the sake of killing!

This is Zhang Heng’s thought at this moment. Before, he wanted to kill these people, with the main purpose of obtaining the magic weapon he wanted and teaching these people bloody lessons.

When this thought arose from Zhang Heng's heart, the blood-colored river deep in his Yuanling suddenly surged huge waves, and a more powerful blood light enveloped Zhang Heng's surroundings.

The blood light kept dissipating in all directions, forming a blood mist covering a radius of hundreds of miles.

Suddenly, a pure killing force emerged in this area. There seemed to be an injustice in the sky around, waving bloody tentacles, stroking your face.

Moreover, in this area, you will find that the attacks and spells you cast will be greatly bound, and the loss of mana in your body will double!

A strange blood mist covering a radius of hundreds of miles.

What kind of existence is this?

A noun that accompanied the "Blood Killing King" suddenly emerged in the minds of the monks.

"Blood killing realm!"

Yan Hongyu's face was pale, and the idea of ​​escaping was born from her heart for the first time. Before, she thought that with so many cultivators in the God Transformation Stage, plus one and two magic weapons of spiritual communication, she should be able to solve the "blood killing king" that is not yet in front of her.

However, when the blood mist that represented the "blood killing field" shrouded in a radius of hundreds of miles appeared, she had lost the courage to truly play, her fighting spirit was gone, and her confidence was gone!

A bloody light began to be born in Zhang Heng's eyes, and the terrifying aura of killing was rising endlessly.

Depressed! Depressed!

It seems that he is in the Nine Nether Hell with corpses all over the ground, with blood flowing into a river, and the bloody smell is enough to move the immortals and Buddhas all over the sky.

These monks wanted to escape, but the strange power that existed in the blood mist not only made them unable to teleport, but even their spiritual consciousness was bound to be bound, and they felt like they had entered another space.

For a moment, they actually lost their sense of direction and felt like they were trapped in a illusion!

"It's red! It's red..."

When these monks found that Zhang Heng's eyes gradually turned red, they were all frightened.

"It's over. Are we going to be the stepping stones for the 'blood killing king'?"

"When his eyes really turn into blood, their strength may double. With the addition of the 'blood killing field', what should we do?"

"Isn't there a woman there? It should be this guy's lover. Let's use her as a threat!"

A vulgar middle-aged fat man's eyes rolled and fell on Mu Ling'er.

"Idiot, 'Blood Killing King' is a murderer controlled by the killing. He has no wisdom. I threaten you and seek death!"

When he heard the suggestion of this vulgar middle-aged fat man, the monks in the God Transformation Stage all cast hostile and contemptuous eyes.

At this moment, Mu Ling'er was bound by Han Lei's ban, but after the formation of the "blood killing field", Han Lei was in panic and gave up further strengthening of the ban.

"Brother Zhang... have you really become the 'Blood Killing King'?"

Mu Ling'er finally opened her eyes, with a trace of sadness on her pretty face, staring blankly at the young man who shocked everyone.

A head of vicissitudes of blood was floating in this blood-colored space. With his breath and breathing, a special wave would be emitted from the blood mist around him. A wave of blood, carrying the power that can destroy people's fighting spirit, can also attack creatures in this area.

Mu Ling'er understood that when Zhang Heng truly became the "Blood Killing King", he would never escape the fate of his death.

"Brother Zhang, kill us all... In this way, I can avenge Brother Zhao, and I will not be humiliated..."

Mu Ling'er's pretty face turned a touching smile, and her smile was born at this moment of death, like a touch of orchid in the dark valley.

The prohibition around her was gradually broken by the snow fog, and the blood fog obliterated her...

"kill!"

A cold bone marrow sound came from Zhang Heng's mouth, and at the same time, one of his eyes completely turned into blood red.

At this moment, the fourth generation of the Zhou Dynasty's "Blood Killing King" was finally born.

Will he bring bloody storms to the Dongyun Continent?

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