Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1257 The Dominance of the True Dragon's Blood

"boom……"

A fierce wind suddenly arose around Su Fan, forming a violent storm, and an endless blood-red storm swirled wildly around him.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be torn apart by the fangs of an ancient ferocious beast, and the entire void let out a wail as it could not bear the heavy burden.

With him as the center, a terrifying eye of the storm instantly formed.

The scarlet airflow condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a scarlet vortex with a diameter of one hundred feet under his feet.

The pitch-black eye of the storm spewed out dark blue electric light, and every opening and closing was accompanied by the piercing screams of twisted metal, just like a glutton that had awakened from the underworld and opened its huge mouth to swallow the sky, ready to devour everything in the world at any time.

"Ouch..."

Su Fan's eyes were bloodshot, and the bloodshot in his pupils was like a burning fire python swimming wantonly. The roar he let out with his head raised shook the air within a ten-mile radius, and even the mountains in the distance trembled.

"boom……"

A thick blood mist exploded all over his body.

A blood mist as thick as asphalt gushed out from his seven orifices, instantly transforming into a blood-red dome that covered the sky.

The blood mist surged and roared like a boiling sea of ​​​​lava. Every time the waves hit the ground, spider-web-like cracks were created. Sharp gravel mixed with blood foam shot out like a meteorite rain, drawing a dark red arc of death in the air.

Wherever it passed, the space was filled with distorted ripples.

The endless blood mist swirled crazily around Su Fan, gradually forming an overwhelming bloody storm.

An extremely terrifying aura spread all around, a fierce and violent momentum suddenly soared into the sky, and a destructive force was slowly brewing.

Seeing the bloody storm caused by the true dragon's remains, waves of roars suddenly came from the surroundings, sharp and shrill, like the wailing of evil spirits from the Nine Nether Hell.

Those half-step great monsters lurking outside the mist widened their bloodshot eyes, their eyes red with anger.

Who could have thought that the true dragon's remains would be seized by a human cultivator.

They watched as the human cultivator actually broke the thousand-year-old rules and was about to take away the opportunity they had long dreamed of.

Their cloudy animal pupils were almost popping out of their sockets, and their eyes were burning with anger that was enough to burn everything.

The hunched bodies of hundreds of half-step great demons twitched violently, and the low growls that escaped from their throats were like the scratching of rusty chains. The breath mixed with unwillingness and murderous intent condensed into a solid black miasma, rolling and surging in the air.

The group of eighth-level monsters on the periphery collectively crawled on the ground, their scarlet eyeballs trembling wildly in the reflection of the blood-colored light beam, their nostrils flaring greedily, and fear and greed condensed into whimpering wails in their throats.

They looked at the blood-red beam of light in the distance, their eyes filled with fear and greed.

At this moment, Su Fan is also facing the biggest crisis since he traveled to this world of cultivation.

After the blood-colored formation was formed, Su Fan began to use the "Blood Mist" to try to devour the blood and energy of the true dragon's remains.

Unfortunately, he waited for a long time, but no trace of blood appeared on the true dragon's remains.

In the past, when the Witch Clan Blood Formation was absorbing qi and blood, strands of blood would appear and rush towards him frantically.

But this time, after so long, there was still no movement.

Su Fan frowned immediately and quickly sent a thought to the big boss from the upper realm of the Witch Clan.

“Senior, what is going on? The Wumen Blood Formation has been running for such a long time, why is there still no trace of the blood of the real dragon?…”

"Why are you in such a hurry? That is the remains of a real dragon. Its blood and energy cannot be swallowed so easily. Just wait..." Su Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the reply from the big boss from the upper realm of the Witch Clan.

Since the big boss from the upper realm of the witch clan has said so, let's wait patiently.

Thinking of this, Su Fan slowly closed his eyes and began to use all his strength to perform the "Blood Mist".

He didn't know how long it had been, but he just felt a burning sensation all over his body.

Su Fan quickly opened his eyes and saw a thin red mist surrounding him, slowly gathering towards him.

He suddenly became excited. The blood-colored mist that filled the surroundings should be the blood and energy of a real dragon.

But before he could get excited for long, he suddenly felt a pain in his body.

It felt like a red-hot steel needle piercing his skin, drilling deeper and deeper, causing him to grimace in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the intense stinging sensation continued to come, and Su Fan felt as if thousands of red-hot iron needles were piercing his skin all over his body, and the heart-piercing pain instantly swept through his body.

Not only that, the steel needles not only penetrated his skin, but also entered his body and began to wreak havoc inside him.

Su Fan felt the steel needles penetrate his skin, then enter his blood vessels and muscles, then seep into his bones, and flow through the blood vessels to his limbs, heart and brain, and finally touch every nerve of his.

It was as if there were countless poisonous ants gnawing at his bone marrow inside his body, and every bite brought unbearable pain.

His bones made a crisp sound like breaking porcelain, and hot blood rushed along his meridians. Wherever it went, every inch of flesh and blood was burned into charcoal, emitting a sickening burnt smell.

Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, the domineering blood of the true dragon erupted like an ancient volcano, and the blazing lava torrent constantly washed over the spirit platform.

Su Fan's temples were throbbing, his brain seemed to be repeatedly crushed by an invisible millstone, and every nerve was emitting a death scream.

His whole body was twitching violently, his nails dug deeply into the flesh, leaving ten bloody marks like winding red snakes crawling on his skin. Fresh blood flowed out, mixing with cold sweat to form streams that soaked his clothes.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the eighteenth level of hell, enduring the pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows and cut into pieces.

Su Fan kept trembling and moving slightly, breathing deeply, like a fish struggling to survive.

He knew in his heart that no matter how painful it was, he had to hold on.

The broken roar was stuck in his throat. Su Fan bit his tongue and used the sweet and fishy taste of blood to awaken the last bit of clarity.

Su Fan took a deep breath and kept practicing the blood-fusion technique, trying to merge the true dragon's blood that had invaded his body into his own blood.

But he still underestimated the tyranny of the true dragon's blood.

He mobilized all his spiritual power, trying to resist the violent dragon blood, but as soon as the spiritual power touched the dragon blood, it evaporated into nothingness and turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the air.

In a state of confusion, Su Fan felt as if his limbs and bones were falling into lava purgatory. The feeling of burning in the fire was so piercing that he wished he could just faint.

Moreover, at this time, the extremely domineering blood of the true dragon had invaded Su Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to slowly fall into a state of confusion.

The physical pain can be endured by gritting your teeth.

But the violent blood of the true dragon invaded his brain and sea of ​​consciousness, which was very dangerous.

Su Fan endured the severe pain brought by the blood of the real dragon, kept his mind focused, and stubbornly held on to his last bit of sanity.

Darkness flooded over his consciousness like a tide, and the only remaining glimmer of sanity was swaying in the surging sea of ​​blood, supporting him to hold on on the brink of collapse.

(End of this chapter)