Chapter 2025 (1/2)

Xueshenzi is the original terror technique created by the old devil of blood sea. In a simple way, this set of skills is to put his original God on the sea of blood, and create countless blood god sub puppets with the benefit of blood sea. Therefore, ye qianbing Jie, though he had done a great deal of damage to the blood demon in that year's battle of the sea of blood, he failed to kill it because the sea of blood would never die.

And ye Qian's blood Shenzi used today is slightly different from that of the blood devil.

At the moment, ye Qian doesn't want to use these disciples of Shengquan sect to create the blood god son's body. At best, ye Qian's blood god son is just making several puppets that can be driven by himself.

What's more, ye Qian's current power of yuan God is not what these martial arts practitioners in Tianyuan realm can accommodate.

With Ye Qian's exclamation, those bloody inscriptions over the East China Sea immediately showed their true colors. At the command of Ye Qian, those strange looking writing symbols began to open their teeth and claws, and they were like monsters.

At the moment, the nine Tianyuan under the holy fist sect almost stood on the spot at the same time.

Feng Yun and others can see clearly that there is one thing flying out of the Lingtai of the nine Tianyuan realms for a while, but it is not so much flying out as being forced out of the body.

”Spirit?”

”It's terrible that ye Jushi forced out the spirits of the nine Tianyuan realms with the power of one person. This...”

Looking at the scene in front of him, he almost collapsed on the ground.

You should know that the spirit is a person's foundation and the gate of life. Once the spirit is forced out of the body, no matter how high your cultivation is, you can only be a walking corpse.

Don't say it's Zhen Tian and other people here. Even the young venerable in the Buddhist palace has a sad expression on his face.

And among the crowd, the most intense reaction is to hide in the side of Ye Xiuluo.

With a look of disappointment, even despair, ye Xiuluo shivered for a while and whispered: ”it's over, it's over. This group of guys who don't know the height of heaven and earth are completely finished this time.”

After saying this sound, ye Xiuluo turned into a black smoke and slipped into respect first. Because he knew that once Ye Qian had finished dealing with the shengquanzong group, he would have to settle accounts with himself after autumn. Therefore, if he did not leave at this time, he would never leave again.

”This leaf wave can run fast.”

Looking at ye Xiuluo's disappearing body, the demon Zun snorted, but she didn't go after ye Xiuluo at the moment.

Fortunately, all the people here are frightened by Ye Qian's supernatural means, and no one cares about ye Xiuluo's going or staying.

At the same time ye Xiuluo left, ye Qian's fingers in the air lightly touched and said, ”down.”

In an instant, the nine blood inscriptions in the sky suddenly fell down and penetrated into the bodies that had been taken away from the spirits.

No one knows what will happen next. Even Feng Yun's lips are closed and his teeth are pounding.

When ye Qian's body fell again, the nine Tianyuan under the holy fist sect respectfully surrounded Ye Qian in the middle, then knelt down on his knees in front of all the people and cried, ”see you, master.”

”Nine Tianyuan, that's nine Tianyuan. It's over. It's over.”