I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 535 This is no longer an ordinary alien race, we must strike hard

Outside the Giant Claw Canyon, there should be vast tracts of lush green forests.

But now it is gone, it is completely bare, almost like a wasteland, without even a single plant left.

There was only soil and large areas of dried and broken plant debris.

Large tracts of dense forest have completely disappeared!
A huge group of the Red Claw Clan stood there in an orderly manner, and there was no end in sight at a glance.

Their positions formed a special pattern, and they were constantly moving along a special trajectory, emitting waves of powerful spiritual energy.

The setting sun dyed the charred tree stumps into blood color, and the dark shadows stretched long and narrow on the ground.

In the very center, twelve tall red claw creatures formed a circle, with bloody mist rising from the cracks in their shells.

An old Red Claw tribe member with gorgeous patterns on his body came over chanting in a strange language that humans couldn't understand, and pierced their chests with his claws.

The dark blue blood spread along the scorched earth with gullies everywhere, and continued to spread along the gullies that had been dug long ago, gradually outlining three "scorpion"-shaped talismans that were devouring each other head to tail.

The warriors of the Red Claw tribe broke off the left claw with fanatical force. The slurry that spurted out of the broken end poured onto the ground and was absorbed by the hard ground below that was no longer like soil.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

The rough roar was mixed with a madness and excitement that was almost like mental pollution.

The twelve sacrificed victims with mutilated limbs kept hitting their bodies with their remaining claws, breaking the hard outermost scales like porcelain, which fell off piece by piece along with blood.

When they completed the almost molting-like action, following an order from the old Red Claw tribe member who looked like a priest, they simultaneously raised their claws, which had been dyed blue with blood, high up to the sky and knelt towards the center in a twisted posture.

At this time, their bodies were already covered in blood.

The claws used for fighting and walking have been pulled out by their own hands, and the shells on their bodies have long been peeled off, revealing the crystal white flesh inside.

"laugh"

A faint sound came from deep underground.

Along the ravine that looked like a crack in the ground, along the formation patterns that had been filled in a lot.

The twelve statues were tall and had powerful combat power of at least the Heavenly Man Realm, but the flesh and blood on their bodies instantly shriveled, dried up, and turned into ashes.

Only twelve complete skulls remain, like markings on a clock.

"Feast!"

The old priest shouted loudly, and immediately more members of the Red Claw tribe strode forward, stabbing directly into the chest with their sharp claws, cutting open the chest and abdomen and causing blood to splatter.

When one dies, another immediately takes his place.

These red claw tribe members were like crazy. They kept spreading outward with their twelve head shells as the base point and committed suicide one after another.

Until the blood gathered into streams, until the corpses covered the ground.

As more and more Red Claw tribe members continued to offer sacrifices, a sticky gurgling sound came from deep in the soil.

"Fuck, they're all gathered here! No wonder our journey here was so smooth. The patrols and arrests we encountered were not as severe as when we crossed the line of fire!" Fatty Qian was shocked. "And what the hell are they doing by constantly committing suicide!"

"I don't know, but I think we should do something now. Since the other party is doing it secretly, it must be something extremely important."

Wang Teng spoke very calmly as he had already pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the blood in his body began to circulate.

He watched as twisted red and black mist continued to emerge from the six pyramids made of human skulls, and his anger continued to rise.

"Fifth Brother said that the more the enemy wants to do something, the more we must not let them do it. There is no surveillance array in the enemy-occupied area, and the invigilator cannot watch our live broadcast or receive our messages."

"Fifth Brother disappeared at the beginning of the assessment. Now we can't contact him, let alone where he is. The only one we can rely on is ourselves."

"This is no longer just a college entrance exam. This is a war between the human race and the Red Claw Tribe! Damn it, we must take the initiative to do something to stop this conspiracy of the Red Claw Tribe!"

"Just fuck him up! We have to hit him hard!"

Qian Xiaopang also held the magic wand in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Brother Wang, what do you think we should do?"

Wang Teng glanced at the battle in front of him and said sternly: "Lend me the wand, we don't have a chance to steal the house, we have to teach them a lesson here!"

"Give."

Qian Xiaopang directly handed over his precious magic wand.

"Concentrate your breath."

"Hide your body."

"Detect interference."

"Light sound and quiet steps."

"Iron armor protects the body."

Wang Teng cast five spells on himself and his brothers in one breath, all of which were used for sneak attacks and self-protection.

During the battle for the safe zone in the first level of the training camp, he relied on this skill to constantly eke out a place in the ranks among those powerful enemies, and by the way, he secretly developed by stealing "airdrops", and only then did he pass the first level.

When it came to being the sixth child, he was forced to become very experienced despite not being fully developed at that time.

Just as Wang Teng was about to leave, Qian Xiaopang grabbed him.

"Don't worry, I have work to do too. I didn't learn in vain these few days."

"Infinite strength."

"Swift as the wind."

“Invigorated.”

"Recover quickly."

"Grinding the hard edge."

"Weakness effect."

Feeling the powerful force surging up in his body, Wang Teng looked at Qian Xiaopang with something strange in his eyes.

My brother and I are close friends, are you playing tricks on him?
With all these buffs, you still say you haven't learned how to fight?

You play me?
Qian Youcai knew what his brother's look meant, and explained in a low voice: "Cooking is a strenuous job. How can you shake the pot with little strength? This requires tremendous strength. Many times, you need to be quick and accurate when cutting ingredients, so hand speed is very important, which requires being as swift as the wind."

"In order to match the hand speed that is not mine, it becomes important to improve mental strength and reaction speed, which requires mental excitement. Every time we cook a dish, there will be a large consumption of various aspects, which requires a quick recovery buff."

"There's no need to explain much about hard blade grinding. It's used to raise and maintain the sharpness of the kitchen knife. You can't have a magic knife that becomes blunt after a few cuts, right? That's too bad."

"The weakness effect is to guard against the appearance of the Hard Armored Crabs, which have hard shells all over their bodies and almost no soft armor links. It can greatly enhance my attack power, mainly for amplifying blunt force attacks." "I learned all these for cooking. The original intention has nothing to do with combat. It's just that they happen to be suitable for the current scene."

Qian Xiaopang said he was innocent.

Wang Teng felt like he had a lot of complaints in his heart that he wanted to vent, but at this moment and in this situation, he couldn't say it out loud.

He simply put all these messy problems aside, picked up the spiritual sword he won from the training camp, and went out with Qian Xiaopang who was holding the magic wand tightly.

"Did you see that old one with patterns on his body? I didn't sense any pressure from him. It's probably the commander of the Red Claw Clan in this small world, the Golden Body Martial King!"

"Our goal is to get close to it and try to kill it!"

"At the very least, we must inflict severe damage on it. We must stop this damned ritual!"

"These damn alien races love to use blood sacrifices to create formations with strange powers, just like the Yu Kun released by the pagan woman we met with Brother Five last time!"

"These Red Claws actually did the opposite of what we did, deliberately cutting down the forest that could maintain moisture into wasteland, and holding such an evil sacrifice in this wasteland that is most unfavorable to them." Qian Xiaopang said, "If we hadn't come here on a whim, I'm afraid we would have really followed their wishes!"

The two brothers walked straight to the center of the formation as if no one was around, passing by one fanatical and weird-looking Red Claw tribe member after another, and kept moving forward.

Their figures were completely hidden by the spell, their voices were also covered, and even the detection of mental power was misled by the power of the spell.

This made the late-stage Chi Claw, one of the eight celestial beings in charge of the safety of the sacrificial site, not notice anyone breaking in at all. He still stood in the outermost circle and faithfully carried out the task assigned by King Wu.

The closer they got to the center, the more they could feel that extremely evil aura.

The strong smell of blood almost filled their entire nasal cavity.

There are not only those from the Red Claw tribe, but also those from humans.

White bones mixed with flesh and blood were scattered on the ground, and the energy and vitality contained in them faded away at a very fast speed.

A complete body of a human warrior had its flesh and blood completely peeled off in just a few minutes, disappearing without a trace.

Eventually even the bones began to decay, break, and become part of the ground.

It was as if this formation would directly plunder their vitality, making Wang Teng and Qian Xiaopang, who were protected by the curse, feel extremely uncomfortable.

The further you go inside, the more uncomfortable it becomes, as if countless needles are constantly piercing your skin, but there are no wounds on your body.

The blood was spreading, filling the ravines and continuously outlining the entire formation.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound like the flapping wings of a swarm of bees was heard from the abdominal cavity of King Wu’s Red Claw tribe.

It was like receiving some kind of signal.

The Red Claw Clan members in the middle circle had almost no hesitation and decisively pierced their bodies with their claws, and opened their skulls cleanly while they were still conscious.

In an instant, the blue and red mixed blood suddenly turned into deathly gray.

From the inside to the outside, the gray viscous liquid boiled along the lines of the formation, melting all the broken bones and flesh fragments scattered around into liquid.

The sound of shells exploding continued to be heard from the formation.

The Red Claw Clan members whose cultivation was below the Dao Entry Realm suddenly exploded one after another. The flying pieces of armor and flesh condensed into blood beads in mid-air and fell accurately into the criss-crossing grooves of the array.

At this time, the two brothers had already endured the discomfort and came to the center of the entire formation.

The distance was close enough that one could clearly see the fine hairs on the red claws of King Wu and hear the constant hissing coming from its body.

The other party might really be confused by the power of the spell and failed to detect their location.

Or maybe it might have known in some way that the two were nearby and preparing to launch a sneak attack, but because of its absolute confidence it didn't care and just let it go.

Call it self-confidence or arrogance.

The only golden-bodied martial king of the Red Claw tribe in this small world had no intention of taking any action. He just continued to preside over the formation and drive its operation.

Wang Teng has already raised his sword, and the circulation of his qi, blood, and spiritual energy is accelerating. He has already reached the peak of the True Dragon Creation Technique under normal conditions, but he still hasn't stopped.

The faint dragon power was already rising from his body.

He subconsciously glanced back at Qian Xiaopang, but was almost frightened by the other party and immediately escaped from the state of being about to fight to the death.

Qian Xiaopang, under the stunned gaze of his brothers, raised the magic wand high with both hands, and it turned into a three-meter-long blood-gold stick!

Two completely different flames, one gold and one red, were burning at both ends of the long stick, emitting terrifying fluctuations that far exceeded those of spiritual weapons.

The chilling murderous intent that came from nowhere was even sensed by King Wu Chizhao, who was in a frenzy, and his body shuddered subconsciously.

Fortunately, it did not notice the two of them. It just looked around and continued to preside over the formation.

The stench of scorched earth mixed with the smell of fresh rust entered the nostrils. The two brothers' accumulated strength was about to reach the peak of what they could endure.

They did not rush to take action, but continued to wait.

Wait for a suitable opportunity, a time when the opponent is at his most vulnerable, and defeat the formation master in one fell swoop.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will most likely only have one chance to attack.

If you fail this time, you have to run away immediately.

Even though the Red Claw Clan in the field were almost all dead at this time, the remaining twenty or thirty Heavenly Realm masters alone were enough to give them a hard time.

"Roar!"

When the roar sounded, the Red Claw Clan in the inner circle immediately used their claws to crush each other's shells. The detached fragments floated strangely in the air, constantly turning into incomprehensible runes while burning.

When the glow of the setting sun was completely obscured by the thick clouds, all the blood suddenly flowed back towards the center of the formation at an extremely rapid speed.

Not only that, even the talismans floating in the air began to spread out in all directions, as if melting between heaven and earth.

It's now!

Without any communication, Wang Teng and Qian Xiaopang moved at the same time.

The unparalleled domineering sword intent pierced out from the void and was completely condensed on the long sword in an almost physical form.

The extreme sharpness almost split the space as it stabbed towards the heart of King Wu Chizha.

At the same time, a long fire stick that was almost as high as the sky came crashing down from the sky like a falling meteor.

The wild force caused the red-gold staff to bend slightly, and it drew out a terrifying whistle from the air, heading straight for the head of King Wu Chizha.

The two brothers shouted at the same time: "Foreigners, die!"

ps: I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. If I can finish the draft, I will update! If not, I will have to take a leave.

(End of this chapter)