Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Fang Chapter 740 Blood Demon Dafa Level 4!

At this moment, as the branches of the inheritance treasures of the One Sword Sect, the Jinhan Sect, and the Li Family were polluted and fell to the ground, due to the heroic deeds of the Five Peaks Patriarch, even Meng Hao did not notice that the inheritance treasure of the One Sword Sect seemed to have a special halo that flickered on the bamboo sword.

It seemed that this halo had existed originally, but was suppressed by the seal. At this moment, as it was polluted, the seal dissipated a little, allowing the halo that originally existed on the inheritance treasure to appear for the first time.

Although this bamboo sword was not the main treasure, it was after all a branch of the One Sword Sect's true inheritance treasure. It was like a spark in a piece of hay. Even if it only appeared a little, it could not be extinguished, and even interfered with the blue-shirted old man of the One Sword Sect who was fighting with the clone of the Blood Demon Patriarch in the sky.

"What's going on!" The old man in green was making a move, and the clones of the Blood Demon Ancestor were roaring in the sky. Beside him, the real inheritance treasure of the One Sword Sect, the bamboo sword, was originally extremely sharp and had an amazing pressure. Even the Blood Demon Ancestor was a little shy about its sharpness.

But at this moment, this sword actually had a special aura, that aura... was like time!

The appearance of this aura immediately made this bamboo sword even more amazing, and the old man in green of the One Sword Sect was immediately surprised.

The Blood Demon Ancestor frowned. He could have many clones, or only one. If there was only one clone, it would be enough to defeat any peak of the Tao, just like crushing the Six Dao Ancestors back then.

But now, there are three peaks of the Tao in front of him, and each of them is holding an inheritance treasure. He has to split into several clones, so that he can contain all the enemies.

In addition. Deep in the heart of the Blood Demon Ancestor. There is always a feeling of being watched. It seems that there is a gaze in the dark, always staring at this place.

"It's a pity that the soul can't get out of the blood pool..." The Blood Demon Ancestor sighed inwardly, but there was no panic in his expression, as if even if the sky collapsed and the earth broke, he had full confidence and assurance to resolve all crises.

His confidence seemed to be in his heart from beginning to end. No matter how serious the situation was, it never disappeared.

The battle in the sky was still going on. He fought against the three peaks of the Way with his clone. As for the Six Dao Ancestor, he even burned his lifespan at the cost of his secret method to restore his cultivation for a short time and fight against the Blood Demon Ancestor's clone.

His hatred for the Blood Demon Sect has become a demon in his heart.

Boom!

The fighting on the earth was also changing dramatically.

The five-layer light curtain collapsed.

The Five Peaks Ancestor fell, the three branches of the treasure were polluted, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators were deeply shocked by this scene. At the same time, the Blood Demon Sect, like a bloody sword, had returned to the fourth layer of the light curtain.

"Kill in!" The old man of the early stage of the Yijian Sect asked, his eyes flashing with cold light, and rushed out first. Behind him, the puppets of the Jinhan Sect, the old man of the Li family, and many powerful soul-slaying masters rushed straight to the fourth layer of the light curtain.

"Kill!" Hundreds of thousands of people rushed in together, with a shocking momentum, as if they had turned into a raging flood, and were going to completely submerge the Blood Demon Sect and collapse.

Inside the fourth layer of the light curtain, Meng Hao took a deep breath, stepped out in an instant, and stepped on the only flaw in the fourth layer of the light curtain. This time, behind him, the Iron Blood Second Ancestor also appeared, and more than 10,000 Blood Demon Sect disciples also walked out with murderous intent.

The decisiveness and determination in their eyes made Meng Hao understand that he could no longer stop this matter.

"In this case, fight to the end today!" Meng Hao raised his head, and when the red light flashed in his eyes, his surrounding wooden swords of time turned into lotus flowers. When they turned rapidly, they burst out with amazing power of time, as if the nothingness around them affected the time inside.

At this moment, a faint blood light appeared on Meng Hao's body. This blood light overlapped with his body, but in the next breath, it walked out directly. It was his blood body!

Ji family blood body!

"Fight!" Meng Hao pinched his right hand and pointed, and immediately his sword array of time whistled away. The blood body's eyes flashed, and the whole body was full of blood light, revealing a faint evil intention. It disappeared in an instant, turned into a blood shadow, and pounced on one cultivator after another.

Every time it pounced on the opponent, the opponent's body would tremble instantly, and the body would lose all blood in the blink of an eye with a shrill scream. After becoming a mummy, the blood shadow flew out, as if it had a full meal, and pounced on the next person with greed.

Moreover, on this blood shadow, it seemed that some spiritual intelligence was slowly awakening as it continued to devour blood. This was exactly why Meng Hao was reluctant to use the blood body easily.

He had encountered resistance when controlling this blood body before. Meng Hao knew very well that the more blood this blood body absorbed, the more difficult it would be for him to control it, and there was even a high possibility of backlash.

However, at this moment, in this battle, Meng Hao no longer cared about the future. As soon as the blood body appeared, the battlefield was immediately filled with blood. The blood body... could be called immortal. The figure in the roar was strange. Although it did not kill many enemies, it caused a lot of panic on the battlefield.

"What is that!!"

"Don't be touched by this blood shadow, it is extremely evil!!"

"The Blood Demon Sect practices all magic. With such vicious magic, the Blood Demon Sect should be exterminated!" Screams, roars, madness, roars, and all kinds of sounds merged together to form a sound wave that shook the earth on this battlefield.

The Iron Blood Second Ancestor and tens of thousands of Blood Demon Sect disciples were all in this sound wave, fighting frantically.

Meng Hao alone restrained the old man of the early stage of the Sword Sect, the puppet of the Jinhan Sect, the old man of the Li family, and even several soul-slaying masters. He faced them all alone. The third level of the Blood Demon Sect turned into a golden vortex, which echoed in all directions. Meng Hao's various magics were all deployed to prevent them from rushing out of his range.

This was extremely difficult for Meng Hao, especially for the old man in the early stage of the Way of the Sword Sect. He snorted coldly, and the rules outside his body descended. As he took a step, he seemed to cross the void and kill the Iron Blood Second Ancestor.

A murderous intent flashed in Meng Hao's eyes.

"Explode!" He suddenly opened his mouth and shouted in a low voice. Immediately, his lotus sword formation suddenly had a wooden sword of time exploded. As it exploded, the power of time instantly erupted, forming a storm of time that swept across the eight directions.

The old monster at the peak of the Way of the Sword Sect could not care about this level of storm of time, but the old man in the early stage of the Way of the Sword had to care. His face changed and his body was forced to stop. He retreated violently. More voices were heard.

"Sword Soul, listen to the order. Stop him immediately!"

The Sword Soul Slayer of the Sword Sect rushed out immediately. At this moment, the puppets of the Jinhan Sect and the old man of the Li family all spoke out the same order. Immediately, these Soul Slayers rushed towards Meng Hao together, their magical powers transformed. The magic was overwhelming, blocking Meng Hao.

At the same time, the Jinhan Sect puppet's eyes flashed, and it rushed away from another direction, trying to bypass Meng Hao. The old man from the Li family had the same idea.

But at this moment, a cold light flashed in Meng Hao's eyes.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The three sword tips of time collapsed and exploded. The puppet of the Jinhan Sect and the old man from the Li family all stopped. At the same time, another roar was heard, and the storm of time swept across the eight directions.

Meng Hao had spared no expense. When he stepped out at this moment, he raised his right hand and waved it, his expression showing ruthlessness.

"Bang!" This time, except for the last sword tip of time, the remaining five sword tips all exploded at the same time, forming a storm of time that immediately spread around, as if a roar of heaven and earth had been set off on this battlefield.

Amid the shrill screams, four Soul Slayers instantly aged in the storm, and died in an instant. The other Soul Slayers all retreated in shock, but just as they retreated, Meng Hao took a step and turned into green smoke, appearing behind one person in an instant. He raised his right hand and grabbed it fiercely, crushing one person's throat with a click. He shook it again, swung his right fist, and killed another person with a roar.

His figure flashed, and in a few breaths, he killed seven Soul Slayers in succession.

Until this moment, the storm of time dissipated. At the same time as it disappeared, the old man of the early stage of the One Sword Sect, the puppet of the Jinhan Sect, and the old man of the Li family, all deployed their magical powers, forming a force of destruction and annihilation, drowning Meng Hao.

Boom!

When Meng Hao's body collapsed and reunited again, his face was pale. He had a strong premonition that if his body continued to collapse like this, then soon... he would really die.

At this moment, many of the Blood Demon Sect's disciples had their bodies shattered and their Nascent Souls died in this war, but most of them chose to self-destruct before death, causing blood-colored flowers to bloom one after another on the battlefield.

Heroic!

In the fourth layer of light curtain, the Blood Demon Sect's disciples, with red eyes, rushed out again in tens of thousands, and the three elders of the Demon Fire rushed forward, but facing hundreds of thousands of enemies, they could only hold on for a moment, and even if they wanted to hold on, they could not hold on.

Even Meng Hao had to retreat. In front of him, the Yijian Sect's early stage of asking questions, the Jinhan Sect's puppet, and the Li family's elders all attacked together, and Meng Hao spurted out blood and retreated again.

His Ninth Mountain had collapsed.

His black and white beads could no longer be displayed.

His sword formation of time had exploded.

His soul-slaying treasure, the other shore flower, also had its tentacles broken, and he was in a very embarrassing state.

His body was extremely weak!

The Blood Demonic Skill was deployed again and again, but in this monstrous world of magical skills and colorful lights, as soon as it appeared, it would be prepared and blasted away by everyone.

And the old man in the early stage of the Way of the Sword Sect, the puppet of the Jinhan Sect, and the old man of the Li family, the third level of the Blood Demonic Skill, could not completely restrain them.

"The ancestor said that the fourth level of the Blood Demonic Skill can kill the early stage of the Way of the Dao, the fourth level... the fourth level!" Meng Hao's eyes were red. As he retreated, he deployed the Blood Demonic Skill again. As he collapsed again and again, his body continued to retreat.

"The vortex, it has to be faster, it's the fourth level!"

"There will be no bottleneck when entering the fourth level, because I have entered the spiritual vein realm. What I need... is this golden vortex, which rotates faster!" Meng Hao's whole body of cultivation burst out crazily, and he exerted his full strength to perform the blood demon magic. As he collapsed and retreated, his body was about to retreat into the fourth layer of the light curtain, and in front of him, the old man in the early stage of the sword sect, the puppet of the Jinhan sect, and the old man of the Li family came with murderous intent and aggressively...

Meng Hao's mind suddenly became clear. At this moment, it seemed that everything around him slowed down, except for his hand, which was raised and pointed forward.

A golden vortex that was ten times larger than the previous vortex suddenly appeared in front of him, and instantly enveloped the old man in the early stage of the sword sect and dozens of cultivators around him.

The moment this golden vortex appeared, a crazy suction force, no matter it was Qi and blood or cultivation, all burst out instantly, except for the strong man who asked for the way, everyone inside, turned into mummies in an instant!

The old man who was in the early stage of asking for the way snorted coldly, and was about to collapse the vortex, but in the blink of an eye, his face suddenly changed drastically, he immediately felt that this vortex was different from the previous one!

The suction force was so strong that even he lost at least 30% of his cultivation in the blink of an eye!

The most important thing is that he found that he could not break out of the vortex and was tightly bound and entangled! !

"This is impossible!" The old man of the Yijian Sect asked in the early stage, and was shocked and lost his voice.

It completely surpassed the speed and intensity of the third level of the blood demon **. The moment this light ball appeared, Meng Hao's steps back suddenly stopped. When he looked up, he showed a strong light in his eyes, with murderous intent, looking at the old man of the Yijian Sect who was trapped in the vortex and could not break out like before.

"Blood demon **, the fourth level!"

He broke through!

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I finally finished writing before 8 o'clock. My ears were tired these days... (To be continued...) ()