Fortune Shrine

Chapter 3947
The battle is getting fiercer.

The terrifying shock wave wantonly destroyed everything between the heaven and the earth, and the fantasy realm below was cracked, and the mountains and rivers were shattered.

Countless howls came, and the shadow of death shrouded it.

If the fight continues like this, most of the territory of the fantasy domain will be destroyed before the winner is determined.

This was obviously intolerable to Fang Yi.

The Gorefiend Scholar also lost his patience.

A mere sixth-level Daoist, the more anxious the battle is, the more humiliating it is for him. In the past, he didn't even pay attention to such an existence, but at this moment, it forced him to be helpless. How can he endure it? .

"Son, I didn't expect you to have some strength."

"The sixth level of the Dao is so amazing. If you give you some more time to break through to the seventh or even eighth level of the Dao, maybe this fantasy domain can really make him come up with some tricks."

"But unfortunately, you won't have another chance."

There was a piercing chill in the icy voice.

At the same time as he spoke, the blood demon scholar had already made a move. He saw his hands forming seals, and blood-colored runes gushed out of his body in an instant, like a huge blood-colored vortex.

A terrifying atmosphere permeated the vortex, as if there were endless ancient ferocious beasts sleeping in it.

Frightening.

This is?

The surrounding people sensed this breath, and their faces changed drastically.

Wulei Tianjun was no exception, a pale face appeared on his pretty face, and he blurted out: "The law of blood."

Fang Yi naturally knew nothing about the method of blood descent, and it was the first time he had even heard of the name Blood Demon Scholar.

However, the terrifying aura emanating from the bloody vortex still made him clearly aware of the power of this blow.

It was a feeling that made him unable to palpitate.

Since he broke through the sixth level of the Dao, nothing can make his heart palpitate, but at this moment...

This can be seen.

Immediately, he did not dare to be careless, the four bright sword shadows instantly condensed, and the terrifying divine power also gushed out.

"Hmph! Do you really think you are the strongest in my customs clearance? Do you want to use this unformed Zhuxian sword formation to deal with the next terrorist attack? Idiots."

Taoist Wuliu sneered again and again.

He didn't look down on Zhuxian Sword Formation, but Fang Yi.

Zhuxian Sword Formation is the number one killing formation in the Three Realms, and it is also the thing that Tongtian Temple is most proud of, so naturally he will not look down on it.

But Fang Yi is different. A guy who became a monk halfway through his shit luck got the Immortal Immortal Sword, and by virtue of this, he learned a little bit of the skin of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation. It is the blood demon scholar who activates the method of blood descendants, that is undoubtedly a fantasy.

The Gorefiend Scholar obviously thought so too, angrily scolded, "Ignorance!"

Boom! !

At the same time as the words fell, bright blood-colored rays of light shot out from the blood-colored vortex, countless, and the endless blood-colored rays of light instantly reflected the whole world with blood red, like a vast blood-colored ocean.

A terrifying breath erupted, and majestic voices condensed together.

Those figures weren't all that great at first.

But soon, the boundless and endless bloody ocean poured into their bodies, causing their aura to undergo earth-shaking changes in an instant.

The momentum is rising steadily, as if there is no end.

what! !

There was a figure who couldn't bear it, and it exploded in an instant, turning into a thick blood mist, which continued to pour into other people's bodies.

This!
Fang Yi's pupils suddenly snapped, revealing a look of horror.

Because in just a moment, the breath of those figures became stronger and stronger, until they were comparable to the blood demon scholar.

At this moment, the countless blood-colored figures almost burst into nothingness, leaving only the last eight, a total of nine together with the blood demon scholar, besieging Fang Yi.

Fang Yi's face also turned pale instantly.

The crowd around them all made terrified voices, their mouths so wide that they could stuff their fists.

"What... what's going on here? Eight peak powerhouses came all of a sudden? And they don't seem to be weaker than the blood demon scholar? Is this the background of the blood race?"

"How is it possible that the blood race has so many peaks at the eighth level of the Dao?"

Some people who didn't know were completely stunned when they saw this scene.

The peak of the eighth layer of the Dao, no matter where it is, it is the most peak existence, and it is rare to see it usually.

Now that it's good, there are nine of them all at once.

No wonder they were so shocked.

Moreover, it's too big a fuss to use it to deal with a fantasy domain, a six-level avenue, right?
"Idiot! That's the method of blood. These people are all controlled by the blood demon scholar, which is equivalent to the clone of the blood demon scholar, but the strength is the same as his body."

what?
The crowd was even more shocked when they learned the truth.

What a strong person at the peak of the eighth level of the Dao, the blood demon scholar actually has eight such clones of Fang Yi at the same time, which is equivalent to directly increasing his own strength by eight times, this is simply...

How dare they believe it.

Fang Yi is actually the same.

At this moment, his face also became extremely ugly.

Facing the Gorefiend Scholar alone, he already felt extremely strenuous. Just kidding, this is an existence that shocked one side 5 years ago, and is regarded by the blood clan as a successor.

Although his own strength is amazing, other people are not all fools.

The fact that the blood demon scholar can be regarded as the successor of the blood clan speaks for itself. If he is not that kind of super genius, how is it possible.

It's fine if it's just one person.

Faced with so many things at the same time, it's simply...

The scene looked precarious, Fang Yi was besieged by nine figures like Yuan, and it seemed impossible to escape.

The crowd showed expressions of regret.

Seeing this scene, countless Illusory Realm powerhouses also showed signs of despair.

The blood race is indeed an existence that they cannot overcome.

At this moment, Lord Jingshui felt a little bit regretful in his heart, regretting his choice, but unfortunately, he had no choice at all.

It's ridiculous, he even imagined that with the help of Fang Yi, Huanyu could go out completely, and it would no longer be a battlefield between blood clans and Nie Hai.

This is also what countless Illusory Realm powerhouses dream of.

They originally thought that Fang Yi was that hope.

But now it seems...

Everything is not like that at all, Fang Yi is not only the hope of the illusion, but also the gravedigger of the illusion.

Huanyu will also be completely slaughtered because of him, and by then...

They couldn't even believe that after this battle, what kind of bloodshed Huanyu would fall into, and how many people could survive.

Sadly, there is no turning back for them at this point.

"Junior, do you know how to be afraid now? It's a pity, it's too late, I won't give you another chance, today you and the illusion will be completely destroyed."

"There are also those Xiaoxiao who secretly want to embarrass my blood clan, let me take a good look at it, it will be your fate."

The sound was like thunder, echoing throughout the world.

At the same time, the blood demon scholar's pupils turned cold, and he stretched out his big palm.

At the same time, eight other voices shot at Fang Yi at the same time.

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(End of this chapter)