Demon Recovery: Sacrifice, Hundreds of Millions of Returns

But it turns out that the white dragon is real!

The extremely powerful coercion of the dragon clan really pressed on him, making him even breathless.

"Roar!"

Bai Long glanced at the bloody skull with a pair of copper bell-like eyes, his eyes were filled with disdain, he just opened his mouth wide, and a silver-white dragon's breath spewed out.

Wherever the dragon's breath passed, the space seemed to be frozen, and a layer of ice slag appeared.

Soon, the dragon's breath flooded over the bloody skull.

The bloody skull, which had been a great threat to Jiang Feng, was instantly frozen under the breath of the white dragon.

Where is the penetrating feeling from before, it has completely turned into an ordinary ice sculpture.

"Junior, who should I let the deity come out to kill?"

Bai Long asked.

Jiang Feng pointed to the man in black. It was fine for the latter to be pointed by Jiang Feng, but he was immediately fixed by Bai Long's cold eyes.

Immediately trembling all over.

At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into the abyss of ten thousand feet, sealed in the profound ice of ten thousand years.

The depths of the soul are trembling.

"Hmph, junior, wasting one of the three chances that this deity gave you is to let this deity kill an ant that has just crossed the triple tribulation for you?"

Bailong just glanced at the man in black, who felt that he was about to die, but Bailong had a look of disdain and ridicule.

It really makes him feel very boring to let him be a dignified and authentic dragon with a heavenly cultivation base to deal with a small weak chicken in the tribulation period.

Just like you trampled an ant to death, can you feel a little bit in your heart?

Bailong's voice didn't hold back at all, so it was naturally heard by the man in black.

Think of him as the majestic master of the island, the most powerful person in Penglai Xiandao for thousands of years, with a high position and authority.

When other people saw him, when did they not cower, or respectfully flatter him, and when did they suffer such grievances?

The black-robed man Duan Chengwu subconsciously wanted to get angry, but he reacted immediately.

The white dragon put too much pressure on him, facing this white dragon, he couldn't even give birth to the slightest resistance in his heart.

There was only despair left.

"Stop talking nonsense, I have already called you out, how about letting you go back now, that chance is not counted?"

Seeing that Bailong was still talking nonsense, Jiang Feng said impatiently.

"That won't work, you've already used up one chance."

Bai Long said hastily.

Then he stopped talking nonsense and flew towards Duan Chengwu.

Seeing the white dragon flying towards him, getting closer and closer, the sense of coercion and fear became more and more obvious.

Duan Chengwu wanted to run, but found that his calves were trembling, his whole body was tense, his legs seemed to not belong to him, he couldn't control them at all, and couldn't move.

He had never felt such fear.

"Die."

Bailong has no intention of talking nonsense with Duan Chengwu at all, just like when you plan to trample an ant to death, would you still discuss life with it, or let it say its last words?

It's not necessary.

After the words fell, Bailong stretched out his dragon claws.

He grabbed Duan Chengwu.

"No...no...you can't sit still!"

Duan Chengwu gritted his teeth tightly, although he was full of liver and gallbladder because of the coercion of the dragon clan exuding from Bailong's body, and his body was out of control.

But facing death at this time, his obsession with surviving finally defeated his fear, and a large surge of blood energy gushed out from his body.

A big bloody hand formed, and it slapped the white dragon's claws that were stretched towards him.

Trying to block the white dragon's attack.

Bang! ! !

However, facing the white dragon's dragon claws, the big hands condensed with blood energy were quickly pierced through, as if an ice cube met a red-hot iron ball.

Pieces of blood mist exploded and dissipated in midair.

"So strong!"

Although Duan Chengwu felt that Bailong was very strong, he didn't expect it to be so strong.

But at this moment, he couldn't care about anything else, and raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl.

Immediately, a larger amount of blood radiated out and poured into the big bloody hand, providing it with energy support.

Jiang Feng could clearly see that Duan Chengwu's skin was visibly withered as streams of blood gushed out of Duan Chengwu's body.

This guy is sacrificing his own blood to resist the white dragon's attack.

However, he tried his best, even almost sacrificed his life, but in the end he only got a normal attack from the white dragon.

As the saying goes, you used up all your ults, but you just blocked an ordinary flat A.

In fact, Duan Chengwu didn't necessarily block Bailong's flat A.

"Yo, interesting."

Seeing that Duan Chengwu actually blocked him for a moment, Bai Long couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

After all, he just told Jiang Feng that the other party was just an ant.

In the end, he couldn't even kill an ant in seconds. Isn't this just slapping himself in the face?

Thinking of this, Bai Long became a little angry.

The power on the claws suddenly increased.

Bang! ! !

This time, the bloody big hand didn't even hold on for half a second.

Then it exploded, turned into a blood mist, and slowly dissipated.

But the power of Bailong's dragon claws did not diminish, and he continued to shoot towards Duan Chengwu.

"Do not!!!"

Duan Chengwu only felt that the dragon's claws were getting bigger and bigger in his vision.

A sense of despair of death hit his heart, he didn't even have time to escape or say any last words, he could only yell no in a tone full of reluctance.

Afterwards, it was suppressed by the dragon's claws, and all the sounds disappeared.

Soon Bailong lifted the dragon claw and patted it humanely, as if he felt it was very dirty.

Jiang Feng looked at Duan Chengwu.

Duan Chengwu was already dead, and he was trampled into meatloaf by Bailong's paw, which was extremely disgusting.

Even Yuanshen didn't have time to escape, so they were crushed together.

This is the gap in strength, so big that you can't even escape the soul, so you will be killed directly.

Chapter 450 Devouring Blood Essence

"Okay, your trouble is solved, and you still have two chances to make a move."

"I see that there are still quite a few people in this place. Why don't we kill them all for you at one time, so as to offset those two times?"

Bai Long suddenly laughed.

Jiang Feng gave her a blank look and said angrily.

"Just those crooked melons and cracked dates, are they worthy of wasting my two chances?"

"Go back to you."

As he said that, with a thought of Jiang Feng, Bailong's figure disappeared.

He took it back into the map of Shanhe Sheji.

This is Jiang Feng's authority. As long as it is a creature or object with the imprint of the holy world, he can forcibly take it back into the holy world, whether the other party is willing or not.

Duan Chengwu died, and Jiang Feng stepped forward to see if he could find anything good from him.

Duan Chengwu had already been trampled into meat paste at this time, his body was flattened, with blood and internal organs scattered all over the place, looking extremely disgusting.

With a move of consciousness, Jiang Feng took out two things from the corpse.

A space ring, and a bloody long blade.

Although Jiang Feng didn't know what grade of weapon this bloody long blade was, but as a weapon for a strong man in the Tribulation Stage, it would certainly not be bad.

At least it is also a ninth-grade spiritual weapon, right?

Even fairy artifacts are quite possible.

But Jiang Feng didn't need to know what rank it was, he just had to sacrifice it.

【drop!Sacrifice a bloodthirsty demon knife, a third-grade immortal weapon, to trigger [-] times the reward, please choose...]

[1. Fifty thousand third-grade fairy artifacts. 】

[2. Eighth-Rank Immortal Artifact, Blade of Weeping Blood. 】

[Blade of Weeping Blood: An eighth-rank fairy weapon, which seals the throat when you see blood, and you can drink blood when you hurt someone. big. 】

"Eighth-Rank Immortal Artifact? Not bad."

Jiang Feng nodded.

Although he already had the Thunder God's Halberd and was used to using it, it would be nice to have an eighth-rank immortal weapon.

At least the current Thunder God Battle Halberd is only at the level of a first-grade fairy weapon.