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Chapter 72 Countless Yang Jian

An even more surging blood mist exploded under King Timo's seal!

His body turned into a pillar of blood that lifted the sky, and countless blood droplets gushed out and flew in all directions.

Those were blood-colored bats, each the size of an egg, and they fled in all directions as soon as they appeared.

This is the supreme escape secret technique of the blood race, and it is the joint interpretation of the body and soul of Timo Wangji, which can be transformed into hundreds of millions.

As long as one escapes, the deity can use it to recreate the universe.

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, the sky eyes between his brows opened silently, and terrifying ripples appeared, and a quarter of the spiritual power in his whole body was instantly drawn out.

The supreme supernatural power actually sealed the space in the ten directions, and time seemed to freeze, and the scarlet bats all over the sky had nowhere to hide, and were forbidden to stay where they were.

Terrifying ripples spread, and bats the size of eggs, like torpedoes resounding one after another, were detonated in the void.

"Oh no!"

King Timo let out a roar of unwillingness, and the speed of the explosion in that space became even faster.

In the blink of an eye, the scarlet blood bats all over the sky disappeared.

The black immortal robe was captured by Zhang Heng and exchanged for good fortune points.

"OK!"

Seeing that on the illusory panel in front of him, the fortune points had reached 150 million points, Zhang Heng was extremely excited.

"Oh!"

A mummy was pierced by Gu Daoling, he hurriedly drew back.

Obviously, even he couldn't take it after the endless stream of mummified corpses.

The intact Taoist robe has long been soaked in blood and is in dilapidated condition.

Zhang Heng saw nine mummified corpses rushing over again behind Gu Daoling, his eyes flashed sharply, causing terrifying ripples.

A sudden roar appeared, and the nine mummies were blasted apart!

"Change."

Seeing this, Zhang Heng tied a bunch of hair on his head and threw it out in the air, transforming into thousands of people.

They all look exactly like Yang Jian, and it is Yu Ding who passed on his world-shaking supernatural powers, changing in 72 ways!

When learning from the Western Paradise, Sun Wukong turned the hair on his body into countless monkeys to fight several times. Obviously, Yang Jian's 72 changes also have similar functions.

Countless avatars of Yang Jian joined the battlefield below, and the situation instantly turned one-sided.

Those mummies couldn't withstand Yang Jian's blow at all.

Amidst the roar, within a quarter of an hour, all the mummified corpses on the ground were wiped out.

However, the situation in the field still made Zhang Heng frown. The mummy had been killed, but the disciples of Dao Yanzong who were present were in trouble.

On the bodies of nearly a hundred disciples, the wounds drawn by the mummified corpses were dripping black blood uncontrollably.

Their bodies were trembling constantly, and they were all grinding their teeth.

Obviously, blood poison is attacking their bodies. If they are not dealt with properly, these people will soon become like the mummy in front of them.

"Junior brother, no!"

Finally someone couldn't bear the pain, and the smell of blood in the air made these injured people even more eager to move.

Unwilling to become bloodthirsty zombies, they wanted to draw their swords and commit suicide.

Gu Daoling found out that he roared loudly to stop him, but after the battle, the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, and now he was so exhausted that he couldn't even stand on the ground.

"Ding."

At a critical moment, a finger streaked across the air and landed on the long swords in the hands of several Dao Yanzong disciples.

Metal roared, "click", the long sword turned into powder.

"Brother, kill us, we don't want to become bloodthirsty monsters."

Some people's eyes were filled with tears of misery, and they still retained a trace of sobriety under the unwillingness and despair.

The kindness in his heart has never been wiped out by the blood poison.

"System, is there any elixir that can relieve the blood poison in their bodies?"

"I tell the master that one hundred thousand points of the Qingling Pill can remove any toxins in the body of a mortal."

"One hundred thousand lucky points, system, does this old man look like a fool?"

"The master doesn't know, you haven't opened the exchange treasure box now, all the items in the system will be sold to you at ten times the price."

"Exchange treasure chest?"

"When will this kind of thing be turned on?"

"When you were transforming at the fifth level." Zhang Heng's mouth twitched, but out of curiosity, he still asked.

"How many good fortune points are needed for the fifth level of Hong Huang's transformation?"

"Let me tell the master, at least 500 million good luck points are needed for the transformation of the fifth-level powerhouse in the prehistoric world."

"And within the fifth level of transformation, it is divided into five small steps, and the creation points required for each small step of transformation are double the creation points of the previous level."

This made Zhang Heng scold his mother, and he felt a chill in his heart.

At present, he has 150 million fortune points, which is 500 million points short of 550 million fortune points, which makes him very anxious.

The heavenly treasures in Xuantian Great World are rare, and the fortune points that can be exchanged for one piece are only less than [-].

There is no good way to do this besides robbing.

"Exchange." Zhang Heng exchanged the pain of ninja meat cutting for one.

The disciples of Dao Yanzong committed suicide to save the villagers. Yang Jian is a god of mercy, and he would never refuse to save the villagers.

Seeing Zhang Heng landed on the ground, Gu Daoling got up on his knees: "Fellow Daoist Yang Jian, you are as skilled as the sky, hurry up and save my juniors."

"Find a well, throw the Qingling Pill into it, and after it melts, use the well water to lure it."

"The blood poison on these people will naturally be completely removed."

Zhang Heng threw the jade bottle containing the pill to Gu Daoling.

"Thank you, fellow daoist, go quickly, Xue Na." Gu Daoling quickly ordered to the junior brother next to him.

After a while, a bucket of clean water was brought over.

After the disciple of Dao Yanzong drank it, his pale and slightly wrinkled cheeks instantly turned bloody.

In particular, the scars on their bodies care about healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The shrunken tissue also began to plump up, which was obviously a sign that the lost vitality was being repaired.

"Thank you buddy."

Gu Daoling finally breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed deeply to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng, on the other hand, still looks like an ancient well without waves.

The prehistoric system in his body is mysterious and unpredictable, and what he exchanged, even if it is a pill, is also the best among pills.

I don't know how many times more effective it is than similar pills.

"Order, all the villagers who have not mutated, and the mummy in good health, can drink well water for detoxification."

At this time, Zhang Heng saw that someone had already got up from the ground, and ordered directly.

"Yes, yes, senior."

The person in front of him not only has the best means, but can also relieve the blood poison that even their masters can't cure.

Gu Daoling had long been convinced of Zhang Heng, and even changed his name in an instant.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Heng was awakened from his meditation.

Before his door, many villagers gathered.

Except for those who could not be rescued yesterday, those who were injured by drinking the well water of Qingling Pill recovered.

"Everyone, what is this for?"

"Senior, the villagers know that you saved them, so they come here to pay homage, thank you for your life-saving grace."

(End of this chapter)