Holy Bone

Chapter 1809 Tai Sui Bloody Disaster: The Yuan Shen can also be beaten to vomit blood

When Lord Tianpeng was fighting with thunder magic, he raised his hand and commanded the Thunder God and Thunder Generals of the Eight Desolate Worlds, and blasted out the Thunder God Fist with a vast, boundless, and blazing fire.

At this moment, besides the twelve Tai Sui star gods, there were thirty-six phantoms of Thunder Gods standing around True Lord Tian Peng, standing in a mighty and powerful manner with terrifying aura.

At this moment, the remaining power of thunder lingering in the air was unified together by the Thunder God's Fist Intention, and turned into the Thunder God's Fist Intention condensed by thunder magic, bringing thunder magic damage to the Feather God spirit.

As the light and dark wings behind him were pierced by the thunder spear, and the thunder magic exploded right next to his ears, the six senses of the Feather God were being destroyed and obscured by the thunder magic. He was in a state of both pain and shock. His head, eyes, ears and heart were filled with the sound of the thunder pool exploding. Facing the Thunder God's fist rushing towards him, even his divine sense was ineffective. There was no immediate warning, resulting in the Feather God being bombarded head-on by the Thunder God's fist.

The body of the Feather God shook violently, and within a short breath, he was attacked by ten powerful fists, causing him to vomit blood continuously.

Although Yushen's six senses are obscured, it does not mean that he is unaware that his body is suffering severe damage.

This Feather God was originally transformed from a drop of blood from the deceased ancestor of the Feather Kingdom. His body was injured and he continuously lost his divine blood, which aroused the Feather God's vigilance from the beginning.

It was just that the speed of Tian Peng Zhen Jun's thunder method was too fast, and the mental state of being injured and shocked made the reaction speed of thoughts slow down. Under the contrast of this increase and decrease, the thoughts of Yu Shen god lagged behind for a whole breath before he reacted.

This breath of time may not seem like much in daily life, and may even be faster than the blink of an eye. However, when fighting between masters of the spiritual world who excel in the speed of their thoughts, many attacks can be launched in one breath of time.

In a short period of time, the God of Feathers was struck by ten thunder fists, his body was severely injured, and he vomited blood.

When the spirit of Yu Shen was forced to do so, he burned the original essence in his divine blood and used his secret magical powers to break free from the breath lock of Tian Peng Zhenjun. He teleported away on the spot and when he reappeared, he was already thirty or forty miles away.

The feather god spirit, who had escaped from the lock of Tianpeng Zhenjun's aura, finally regained control of his six senses. He was shocked and angry to see that his body was already riddled with wounds, he was coughing up blood, and was almost seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Just when he was checking his physical injuries, he spat out a large mouthful of blood again. The God of Feathers was furious and furious, and then quickly took back the divine blood without daring to delay.

The God of Feathers was just about to congratulate himself for having recovered the divine blood in time, thus minimizing the loss of the original essence, but as a result, he saw the rage of True Lord Tianpeng opposite him. He was so angry that he almost fainted, and he spat out the divine blood that he had just recovered!

Moreover, because of the anger and the injury, even more divine blood was vomited out!

Because in the palm of one of Tianpeng Zhenjun’s arms, there were more than a dozen drops of thick divine blood!

As if doing it on purpose for the Feather God, seeing the Feather God's attention, Tian Peng Zhenjun offered a purple gold red gourd with his other arm, and then dropped a dozen drops of divine blood in his palm into the purple gold red gourd one by one. Then, he spewed out Samadhi True Fire and Liu Ding Divine Fire from his mouth and nose, and boiled and refined the divine blood on the spot.

The intention of provocation and anger could not be more obvious.

This was the second time that True Lord Tianpeng had publicly offered sacrifices to the blood of the ancestor of the Feathered Nation. Not only was the Feathered God unable to remain calm, but he became even more furious.

Because this time he lost more divine blood, which was all his hard work. The missing part was part of his future potential that was permanently lost. Pojun Hou had entered the colorful secret realm to gain more immortal fate, but he didn't get it, and his potential for future cultivation was cut off.

The saying "stealing a chicken but losing the rice" could not be more apt to describe Marquis Pojun's miserable situation at that time.

Whenever he thought of this, Po Jun Hou became furious, and even his soul, the transformed Feather God, was so frightened and angry that his face turned black. For a moment, he could not tell whether the black air in Lianshan was the evil force of Tai Sui or was caused by anger.

The miserable state of the Feather God was naturally seen by other Shinto strongmen, and they were so frightened that their souls and thoughts began to beat wildly.

“It’s obviously a soul that has left its body, but it can still be beaten to the point of vomiting blood! It can even cause a bloody disaster! This Tai Sui bow and arrow talisman is too overbearing. It can cause a bloody disaster. Even a soul without a physical body can still be injured and bleed!”

"Is this still the Tai Sui Bow and Arrow Talisman that everyone can practice? The overbearing killing power repeatedly breaks the new cognition of the world!"

These powerful Shinto warriors were all shocked by the tragic sight of the God of Feathers being seriously injured and vomiting blood. A chill surged in their hearts. They were terrified and their scalps went numb as if countless electric snakes were running through them.

Everyone warned themselves in their hearts not to offend "I'm not surnamed Chen" and Tai Sui Wang easily, and let others be the first bird to be shot! Then the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind!

To these powerful Shintoists, Wutou Jin'an was on par with Tai Sui Wang. To offend Wutou Jin'an was to offend Tai Sui! There would be a bloody disaster!

"Have you noticed that no matter what magical power falls into the hands of 'I'm Not Chen', it seems that its power will increase greatly, and a new atmosphere of innovation and improvement of Taoism will appear! What do you think, is this the merit of the Four Saints of the North Pole or... 'I'm Not Chen' himself has the merit of being as good as nature and the ingenuity of heaven?"

There were powerful Shinto warriors who, while attacking the Shenxu Divine Mine, paid close attention to extreme details and did not forget to discuss with others.

Upon hearing this, some people looked surprised, some were silent, some were thoughtful, some had flickering eyes, and some acted indifferent...but they all chose to remain silent and did not talk too much about the Four Saints of the North Pole.

They gossip about the gods behind their backs, and they are also afraid that Tianpeng Zhenjun will suddenly turn around and shoot them with a Tai Sui arrow, which would be a very unjust death.

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At this time, the eyes of the Feather God became increasingly cold, with a murderous intent in his eyes. He stared at the three-headed, six-armed Tianpeng Zhenjun who was thirty or forty miles away.

Perhaps it was hatred that blinded his mind, or perhaps it was because his mood was in a state of ups and downs. People in a state of great shock and grief were most likely to be impulsive. The Yu Shen spirit, who had just walked out of a serious injury, chose to burn the divine blood again in order to kill Wu Du Jin An as soon as possible, snatch back the divine blood, and make up for his lost potential for future cultivation! He chose to sacrifice some of his potential in exchange for killing Wu Du Jin An as soon as possible!

But if you think about it carefully, in the current environment, the God of Feathers can no longer find a better way to deal with it.

The sense of pressure brought by Tianpeng Zhenjun, the leader of the Four Saints of the North Pole, which Headless Jin'an visualized, was so strong that even a giant and hero of the older generation like Pojun Hou was forced to fight for his life. If he didn't, he might not even have the chance to save his life.