Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 313 Strange Blood Qi, Qiji Martial World
call!
Chu He returned to his normal body, raised his eyes to look at the broken and silent starry sky around him, and the battle that gradually ceased in the distance.

The violent backlash caused him pain everywhere from the inside to the outside, and the exhaustion he hadn't felt for a long time hit his heart, and he just wanted to sleep well and sleep in the dark.

Although this battle was full of twists and turns, and he lingered before the crisis of life and death several times, fortunately, the final result was good, and it also allowed him to recognize his own strength at the moment, which was enough.

The only regret is.

Because of the relationship between those two evils, he lost a lot of energy on the battlefield, which made him very unwilling.

He looked at the starry sky battlefield, and was going to go to Guancheng, where the battle had not yet ended, to earn a fortune despite his exhaustion.

woohoo-

However, at this moment, the sound of emergency horns from the depths of the space-time rift spread throughout the starry sky of the No. [-] war zone, and the hustle and bustle of the battlefield that was like a meat grinder running at full capacity gradually subsided.

"Win! We won!!"

With the retreat of the Demon Race, cheers and shouts erupted one after another in the starry sky riddled with holes.

Until the final bonfire was extinguished and the war ended, the starry sky in theater No. [-] also returned to the battlefield under the lead of the Tiandao battle flag.

After a brief cheer, countless soldiers looked at the dilapidated Guancheng in silence, silently restrained the remnants of their former comrades-in-arms, and quickly plunged into the intense reconstruction work.

They have experienced too much life and death, they are used to it or numb, but the battle may start again at any time, so there is not much time for them to immerse themselves in grief.

The scale of this battle is huge, both the Mozu and Tianwaitian have invested a huge amount of military and material resources, and the losses caused cannot be borne by any one group alone.

There is news that a powerful peak has fallen in the central battlefield, but no one knows which side is blocked.

It is reported that in this battle, the two sides have completely lost combat power at the level of the eighth realm, and the loss of combat power below the eighth realm is even more shocking.

It was reported that the guarding general of a certain immortal clan fled the gate, the gate was breached, and the rear gate was brutally slaughtered. Countless soldiers fought to the last moment.

Afterwards, the general who defended the city was directly judged and turned into ashes, but the fresh lives that died could never be brought back.

Word has it that...

……

Obviously, even though they won this battle, many people also knew that the losses of the Demon Race would not be less than that of the Heaven Beyond Heaven, and they had long been accustomed to death.

But in the face of the series of cruel and cold data, many people still feel that a huge rock is pressing on their hearts, and they can't breathe for a long time. They all look forward to the early end of this battle.

But everyone knows that demons are not extinguished, and wars are endless!

As for the demon race, as a giant race that can face the entire Tianwaitian with the strength of one clan, unless the four clans can unite as one, no matter the cost, they will use the power of the whole region to conquer.

Otherwise, this cancer will always exist.

But is that possible?

The protoss may be determined, but the immortals are not necessarily.

After the catastrophe, there is an inevitable reshuffle, and now the immortal forces obviously don't want to see that happen.

Anyway, with the free main force of the protoss blocking, the demons can't attack, so it's better to waste "peaceful" development than to tear your face and fish to death.

It will not be too late to find the demon clan to settle the case when the fairy clan has reached its peak. After all, compared with other eras, the rise of the fairy clan is too short and cannot withstand too much trouble.

As for the saints, their attitude has always been vague, and there is a feeling of being content with the situation and being careless.

The Gu Clan, on the other hand, was already in decline, and they did not want to start a bigger battle, fearing that they would ruin their family fortune.

"What, Chuhe breaks through the eighth realm, kills the two emperors of the Demon Race, guards Tianlong Pass alone, and stops the Demon Race army?!"

Soon, a news that made the ancients ecstatic and the immortals angry swept the entire primitive battlefield like a stormy sea.

The Demon Emperors are dead!

Chuhe achieves the eighth realm!
These two are undoubtedly the most exciting news of this war!
"Ahem, is this blood energy so difficult to resolve?"

The next day, in the ancestral city, the bamboo forest cave.

At this moment, Chuhe, who is the protagonist, has long since lost his former vigor, and he is full of strange blood.

His body was bent and crooked, his muscles were shriveled and slack, and his whole body exuded a strong and sinister aura of corruption.

Chuhe never expected it. He thought it was just a backlash to break through the limit, but it was cursed by the bloody mark.

He thought that the other party let him go under the interference of the gods, and actually hid something in that look. Even the gods of the ancestor city didn't notice it. If Chuhe's body hadn't turned into a flawless body, he might not be able to see the strangeness. blood.

……

The Ancestral Star of the Demon Race.

In the ancestral temple standing in the depths of endless blood-colored time and space, it was dim and lightless, like an abyss of eternal taboo.

In the deepest part of the darkness, three sculptures that suppressed the eternal universe, full of taboo atmosphere, and supported the origin of the time and space of the demon race sat cross-legged on the top of the Heaven-reaching Demon Pillar.

a moment.

The blood-colored sculpture suddenly opened its eyes, and the light in the eyes traveled through the endless space-time universe, reflecting the scene of the battlefield, and sighed faintly: "Oh, the chess pieces that were cultivated so hard were killed."

"This ancient tribe is so strange. Breaking through a small realm and a big realm in a row, when did the breakthrough become so easy?"

On the left side of the blood-colored sculpture, the sculpture covered in black chains was silent, but the chains on its body crawled undetectably for a moment.

"There must be a big secret about this person, but it's a pity he's in the sky, otherwise he can be caught and studied."

The third sculpture, full of silence, opened its mouth.

"Then, is this person not moving for a while?"

"Don't worry, there is still a hundred years left anyway, I have left a mark, there are many opportunities." The bloody sculpture said in a light tone, "The current focus is still the thing in Taixu Mausoleum, the fourth child... there is not much time left .”

After the words fell, the three sculptures in the ancestral hall fell into dead silence at the same time.

You can see that beside the three Heaven-reaching Demonic Pillars, there is another one that seems to be imaginary but not real. The sculpture on it is so lifeless that it is so illusory that the naked eye cannot detect it.

……

"Damn old thing!"

In the secret realm of the ancestral city mansion, Chuhe's consciousness let out a painful roar, wishing to crush that old evil barrier to ashes a hundred times.

Fortunately, the situation is not so bad.

That strange blood energy is only used as a backhand, it won't kill Chuhe instantly, he can wear it off slowly.

Time is slowly passing by...

Half a month later, Chuhe hadn't erased the difficult bloody mark, but Huoyue came to Chuhe at this moment.

"come in."

After a while, Huo Yue, fluttering in red, came in.

"What's the matter with me?"

Chuhe recovered a lot of energy and said in doubt.

Huoyue didn't say much, her fairy skirt fluttered, and with a burst of fragrant wind, she came to Chuhe's old and dead body.

"The ancestor realized that you can't solve this hidden danger in a short time alone, so he specially asked me to assist you."

She took a look at Chuhe.

The brilliance in his hand flickered, and a silver jar appeared, and a drop of almost transparent blood was quietly suspended in the jar.

"What kind of creature's blood is this?"

Chuhe was really surprised this time, because, as Huoyue opened the jar, the drop of blood was exposed to the air.

He suddenly felt as if his whole body had been purified from the inside out, the heavy mountain that was pressing him disappeared, and the strange blood that swarmed in his body was relieved, making him feel more relaxed than ever.

Huoyue was slightly silent, and then said: "I don't know, this is the unique treasure of the ancestor. Although there is only one drop, it is enough to erase the curse of the demons in a short time."

"In that case, I would like to thank the ancestor."

Chuhe bowed respectfully.

"At that time, you can thank the ancestor face to face."

Huo Yue rolled her eyebrows and said softly:
"You run the exercises with all your strength, and I will heal your injuries."

Tick ​​~

The white blood dripped with a dreamlike brilliance.

Huoyue came and went quickly, and left after helping Chuhe solve the crisis. She was very busy all day, as if many things were not dealt with in time after the war.

Moreover, Taixu Mausoleum will be opened, and things will increase again.

Time flies by like a fleeting horse, inadvertently, after the war, Chuhe has been closed for nearly 20 days.

"Phew~ I finally recovered."

It was also on this day that Chuhe breathed a sigh of relief, completely cleared the influence of blood energy on his body, and returned to his prime.

After the war, it was good fortune, and Chuhe's body was improved again, and the evolution speed had a qualitative leap.

Now he has the confidence that under the peak, no matter it is the Holy Land Xiaozu, the Immortal Body, the Chuhe Body can evolve and adapt in a very short period of time, don't even think about hurting him again.

And the reason it took a few days to recover.

The culprit was still the extreme explosion, which caused a powerful backlash, and behind the terrifying increase was the terrible sequelae.

That is to say, his body is abnormal. If he changed to another martial artist, after adding many secret methods, he would collapse himself first.

The unprecedented backlash, coupled with the blockade of the source of life by the strange blood energy, made his life worse than death, and he was in unimaginable torment every moment.

Fortunately, everything survived.

He got a new life, not only didn't die, but became stronger, and he couldn't be targeted easily.

This is the ancestral city, and he has reached the eighth realm, and now the ancestor has returned, and has been blessed by the ancient clan!

"However, it's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself!"

Chu He's face was serious, thinking of the powerlessness in the face of the taboo giant, he rubbed his teeth: "After all, I have to make my fist hard enough. If I am invincible, why should I be cautious?"

call--

Taking a deep breath, Chuhe calmed down his turbulent mood, kept the hatred firmly in mind, but did not lose his composure, and turned on the modifier.

【Chu River】

[Cultivation techniques: Scarlet Cangshen Jue (No.20 second floor), Four Hells Divine Art (seventh floor), Tianjia Jue (fifth floor) ↑, Xuandan Transformation Art (ninth floor), Spiritual God Art (Second Layer)]

[Alienated organs: Chilian heart, Cangwu phalanx, Tianguan Dao body]

[Field: Four Prisons, Tianzhong Chiyu, Chicangwuyu]

[Inner World: Seven Extremes Martial World]

【Energy: 250 million】

(End of this chapter)