Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

"Offended? Haha..."

The Blood Demon sneered, "Yeah, how could the famous Master Wuhen offend a nobody like me?"

"But why...it's always you!"

Dozens of faces were distorted with resentment and jealousy.

"After the Grand Void Trial begins, no matter which restaurant in the Yuntian Territory, you will be the first one to be mentioned. You are number one on the list, you have the greatest reputation, and you are also the strongest..."

"No matter how many people I kill or how many jade pieces I take, others will only look at me with disgust, saying that I have evil intentions, that I am a demon cultivator, and that I am far inferior to that Master Wuhen!"

He roared angrily, venting the resentment that had accumulated in his heart.

"I hate it! I hate it!"

"Today, I will prove that Master Wuhen is just..."

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Before the Blood Demon could finish his words, a series of bombardments rang out.

None of the faces in the blood were spared, and were all crushed by the spiritual power cannon condensed from the star spiritual power.

"I'm not interested in your grievances."

Anle said coldly.

"I have seen through all your secret techniques. Please accept your death in peace."

He no longer used his qi and blood, but instead injected the star spiritual power into the dirty blood. The extremely heavy spiritual power was mixed in it, as if it was mixed with foreign matter, and the speed of transformation and repair was greatly slowed down.

Unable to transform between filthy blood and flesh, the blood demon instantly became extremely fragile.

The high temperature brought by the qi and blood alone can evaporate the blood quickly.

A look of fear finally appeared on the Blood Demon's face.

But even so, the weird chanting still echoed on the altar.

If it was the blood demon who made the sound before, then later on, it was as if there was an invisible presence chanting spells.

Once started, it cannot be interrupted.

And now, the prayer is coming to an end.

First of all, I'm not a magnetic field lunatic, secondly, I'm not a magnetic field lunatic, and finally... a million magnetic field turning teeth!

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Chapter 147

As the strange spell came to an end, the air on the altar steps gradually became thick and condensed.

A strange and mysterious force is quietly coming.

It was as if an invisible film in the surrounding space was broken, allowing some substance that did not belong to this world to flow in and transform everything on the altar.

Outside the clouds, the scenes that Bai Xianyou, Gu Qiutong and others saw became increasingly bizarre and creepy.

There are white bone lotuses dripping with inky black mucus.

There are countless willow trees with human hands hanging down.

There are also scaleless carps that make a sharp whistling sound from their mouths.

What made them feel even more absurd was that the structure of the entire altar seemed to have changed.

The jade-like steps under my feet suddenly became softer. Their texture was closer to living flesh and blood than dead objects. One could even vaguely see the texture of blood vessels and muscles. If one stood on them for a long time, they would gradually sink in, as if they were about to be swallowed up by the stairs.

But after taking a step, the feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit me and I fell suddenly upwards.

In the eyes of everyone, the flesh-and-blood steps under their feet seemed to have turned into the sky, and the originally gray sky seemed to be the real ground.

In an instant, everything turned upside down!

Bai Xianyou stretched out his big hands and grabbed the soft steps tightly to prevent himself from falling further.

Gu Qiutong's poisonous insect spit out thin filaments, which stuck to the flesh and blood stairs above its head.

The others also used various methods to try to control their bodies.

Without any reason, they instinctively developed a strong fear of the gray "ground" beneath them, as if if they fell into it, the ending they would face would be more terrible than death.

Bai Xianyou shuddered and said, "What the hell did this ritual summon?"

Gu Qiutong's face was as solemn as water, confusion flashed in his eyes, and he murmured.

"These illusions... I seem to have seen them somewhere..."

She vaguely remembered that when she first obtained the Immortal Gu worm, her consciousness briefly entered an ancient and desolate place, where there lived creatures that did not seem to exist in reality.

However, this memory was forgotten the moment Gu Qiutong left that place, and was not recalled until today.

She looked at where the clouds and dirty blood were entangled, and couldn't help feeling worried.

The aftermath of this ceremony was difficult for them to bear, and An Le, who was the first to be affected... could he be safe and sound?

******

"Friend An, what on earth is this!?"

Yun Wuhen wrapped his body with cloud and connected it to the steps to avoid falling.

But at this moment, even though he had always followed the Yun family's divine method, he could not keep a calm expression. He widened his eyes and could not help but ask.

Around the two of them, there were all kinds of incomprehensible and horrifying scenes, no less than those in the outside world.

Yun Wuhen's brain seemed to become chaotic, as if there was a storm stirring.

The dirty blood belonging to the blood demon was rapidly dissipating and melting, being swallowed by the gray beneath it, and becoming a sacrifice for this ceremony.

But there was still a face that was clinging to the flesh and blood steps, staring at the two of them with wide eyes, a look of satisfaction on its face.

"Hahaha! You're all going to die here!"

"Mr. Wuhen, how is it? Isn't this feeling of despair wonderful?"

Even now, the Blood Demon still wants to taunt Yun Wuhen, which shows how deep his obsession is, and it has almost become a demon in his heart.

Although he was doomed to die, he also wanted to witness the deaths of these two people with his own eyes!

Anle looked into the gray depths below him, his eyes flickering and his expression a little strange.

The last time he simulated the situation, the Blood Demon even fooled him, so he had never experienced the current scene.

But the strange thing was that apart from that strange feeling of familiarity, he didn't feel much danger.

Neither the spiritual sense nor the [Beast Intuition] gave any warning.

Anle turned around and saw Xiao Xiaohong standing beside him. There was no fear or even a trace of nervousness on her pretty face. Instead, she was full of excitement and eagerness to try.

Yun Wuhen asked him what was going on, but he didn't know either!

Anle tried hard to see clearly what was beneath the gray clouds, and discovered that there seemed to be two... seas?

The sea water is black and red, forming the shape of a Tai Chi fish, constantly rotating and surging.

As soon as Anle saw this red and black Tai Chi, he felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if a red-hot iron rod was inserted directly into his brain and stirred it.

Dark red blood flowed out from his seven orifices and was instantly absorbed by the ghost armor.

'Can't look at it any more!'

Anle realized that something was about to come out of the Tai Chi fish.

He shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoist Yun, don't look!"

"Seal your spiritual consciousness and defend your spiritual platform!"

Yun Wuhen did as he was told without hesitation.

At this time, an invisible and intangible existence emerged from the core of red and black.

It cannot be seen with the naked eye, but in the spiritual consciousness, it is like a dead sun.

Its light was obviously extremely dazzling, as if it could blind people, and it could not be ignored, but the light gave people a feeling of death and no vitality at all.

It moves extremely fast.

In the previous second, he was still in the gray cloud somewhere far away, and in the next second, he appeared in front of Anle and the others.

The dead light poured down like a waterfall, washing over the space on the altar.

Yun Wuhen closed his eyes tightly and tried to focus his spiritual awareness as much as possible.

But even so, he still heard long and hoarse roars, sharp and terrifying shouts, and mournful and weird cries in his ears. The sounds seemed to drill into his brain and devour his brain.

There is a feeling of being watched by an extremely terrifying being.

Cold sweat broke out on Yun Wuhen's forehead, his pupils contracted violently, and his heart beat faster than ever before.

Just when he was about to reach his limit, the pressure on his body suddenly eased.

The gaze moved away from him.

'What's going on? Did An Daoyou do anything?'

Subconsciously, Yun Wuhen opened his eyes slightly, and the next moment, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

Just below the altar steps.

Anle stood in mid-air, with nothing to rely on, only the sound of the fierce wind.

A shadow in red vaguely overlapped with him, making his temperament even more eerie.

And all around him was a brilliant yet silent sea of ​​light and thick air that was so solid that it was almost tangible.

The white bone lotus, the thousand-armed willow tree, the scaleless carp... there are many other existences that Yun Wuhen has never heard of, including some terrifying monsters that make him tremble all over at the mere sight of them.

Countless strange and wonderful sights float up and down in the light of nothingness.

In Yun Wuhen's eyes, these strange phenomena were circling around Anle. They had no hostility and even conveyed a respectful emotion, like humble subjects submitting to the king.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

For a moment, Yun Wuhen suspected that the happiness in this scene was also his illusion.

He felt a little envious: "If only one day I could show my holiness in front of others like this."

******

On the other side.

The ferocious smile on the blood demon's face froze.

'How is it possible? How is it possible? How is it possible?'

The Blood Demon roared unwillingly in his heart. This was completely different from what he had expected!

'Why wasn't the Ghost-Faced Man devoured by Him? Why is Yun Wuhen still alive?'

But the Blood Demon was destined to never figure out the answers to these questions. In the dead sea of ​​light, his face quickly melted away and he died completely.

Until his death, the Blood Demon's face was filled with shock and unwillingness.

******

"This feeling……"

Anle looked around and was equally surprised.

He was in an extremely mysterious state at this time.

Xiao Xiaohong temporarily possessed his body, the deathly light washed over his entire body, and the mysterious power baptized him, traveling through his meridians, blood and flesh.

It was somewhat similar to the feeling when he first gained the demonic power, but also somewhat different.

The feeling of being watched began to become extremely strong.

It seemed to come from an ancient and terrible age, across an immeasurable distance, and descended upon Anle through this altar.