Chapter Eight Hundred and Forty First: The Mist of Life
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"Damn Shadow Palace, you really shouldn't appear in this world."
Baili Fenghua was really furious.
But at this moment, they had to stop the attack.
After the blood sacrifice formation was opened, the magic power consumed by An Jiuyou was all earned by the lives of the disciples of Yu Jianzong.
The more Baili Fenghua attacked, the more casualties the Swordsman Sect disciples suffered.
"Oh, Baili Fenghua, Yujianzong has been sitting in the position of the head of the sect for too long, has you all forgotten the truth of thinking about danger in times of peace?"
An Jiuyou smiled disdainfully, a killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"Win the king or lose the bandit, you are not qualified to say such things to me."
Before An Jiuyou's voice fell, the skeleton staff lifted up.
The crimson flames that emerged from the eye sockets of the skulls looked so strange and coquettish.
"The mist of life!"
A dark red mist emerged out of thin air.
Like a blood-colored flower blooming in the sky, it quickly spread out.
"What is this? No, this mist can erode Dou Qi!"
The moment Baili Fenghua was stained by the mist of life, his face changed drastically, and he immediately retreated.
And use fighting qi to disperse the mist of life that was stained on the body.
"Ujian, slash!"
Baili Fenghua knew that even if he did not take the initiative to attack, An Jiuyou would not stop.
As a last resort, he slashed out the sword energy again and again, and slashed towards the dark red mist that spread over.
This mist of life can erode Dou Qi.
To resist with body-protecting fighting qi will only be gradually eroded, thus weakening one's own strength.
So I can only try to disperse this dark red mist.
However, the sword energy from the sky slashed into the mist of life, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no sound.
This situation made Baili Fenghua's face sank.
"This strange fog can even corrode sword energy."
This situation is something that Baili Fenghua did not expect.
Before there is no solution, we can only continue to step back and avoid the dark red mist first.
However, Baili Fenghua's avoidance will not stop the spread of the mist of life.
On the skeleton staff in An Jiuyou's hand, the scarlet flames burned even more fiercely.
"What's with this fog?"
As the mist of life spread, Le Zhengya also noticed something was wrong.
"It's the mist of life!"
"It seems that An Jiuyou has already started the blood sacrifice formation."
"It's unbelievable that just two people will force us to start a blood sacrifice formation."
Hei Ming, who was also aware of the fog of life, also had a strong killing intent in his eyes after the surprise and unwillingness.
Originally, this blood sacrifice formation was prepared to deal with more heroic powerhouses.
Baili Fenghua and Le Zhengya dared to come to Yu Jianzong with just two people, which was something Hei Ming and others did not expect.
However, it is the most unacceptable thing that they can't get a good deal in the hands of these two people.
"Stay away from Murong Song, you haven't gone through the blood sacrifice method, and you can't be contaminated with the mist of life."
Hei Ming drank in a low voice.
The mist of life is a kind of magic that An Jiuyou can use with the help of the power of the blood sacrifice formation.
This dark red mist is the product condensed by magic and the power of life.
It has a strong corrosive effect on fighting spirit and magic power that has not been refined by the blood sacrifice method.
Even heroic powerhouses cannot resist this erosive force.
But for cultivators who have used the blood sacrifice method to refine themselves, the mist of life is a good thing that can greatly enhance their various attributes.
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