Chapter 2741 Strengthening the Stupid Three Points

Blood Ancestor Wu Dao's face was cold, but his eyes became serious.

"You don't need to bluff. If you really have half a step to the Supreme Pure Realm, or a cultivation level of the Supreme Pure Realm, it's impossible for your name not to exist in the supernatural world, but no one in the entire supernatural world knows about you. Furthermore, it's impossible for you to exist at all. There is no precedent for reaching the Shangqing realm at your age." Blood Ancestor Wudao analyzed calmly.

He was not sure whether Chen Zhao was bluffing.

He was just guessing, and at the same time he was giving himself more confidence.

However, although Chen Zhao did not take action.

But he is indeed a bit too strong.

His two killing moves were completely ineffective against Chen Zhao.

However, Blood Ancestor Wudao also planned to use his trump card at this time.

Small world! This was something he realized through a different approach.

Although it is still quite superficial.

But it has caused earth-shaking changes in all aspects of him.

That kind of powerful change is no longer limited to the power of magic.

But the power in all aspects, the feeling of holding the world in his hands, brought him unprecedented pleasure.

If he were to face the battle twenty years ago again, he would be surrounded by twelve great monks.

He believed that he could suppress the twelve great monks with one hand.

A trail of blood began to flow from the feet of Blood Ancestor Wu Dao.

"Hey, your relatives are here."

Although Chen Zhao knew that this was Blood Ancestor Wu Dao's spell.

But this kind of magic still made Chen Zhao couldn't help but complain.

This scene is really similar to a woman’s monthly visit to relatives.

Blood Ancestor Wu Dao looked at Chen Zhao coldly.

Although he was angry at Chen Zhao's unrestrained words.

However, he believed that Chen Zhao would stop laughing soon.

There are more and more bloodstains at the feet of Blood Ancestor Wu Dao.

And in that pool of blood, blood demons began to emerge one after another.

Back and forth, eight blood demons appeared.

"Nine-turn blood demon magic skill!"

The old liar's expression suddenly changed in shock.

But Chen Zhao felt something more.

These eight blood demons seem to be connected with the blood ancestor Wudao.

It's not like a monster, but more like a part of the blood ancestor Wu Dao.

This feeling... It's as if these eight blood demons are the blood ancestor's innocent little world!

That’s right! It’s a small world!

Blood Ancestor Wu Dao used this method to successfully reach the Half-Step Shangqing Realm!

Chen Zhao is not unfamiliar with this kind of small world.

When he was half-step up to the Qing realm.

The first opponent of the same level he encountered, Conseil Mosa, followed the same method.

Conseil Mosa uses his demon army as his own small world, and his own strength is integrated with the demon army.

As long as his demon army is not destroyed, he has endless power.

And his demon army can pollute the entire area, turning the entire polluted area into a part of Conseil Mosa.

The Blood Ancestor Wudao uses the Blood Demon as his own little world.

It seems that the scale of Blood Ancestor Wudao's small world is much smaller than that of Conseil Mosa.

In fact, they have reached this level.

The size of the small world actually has little impact.

Moreover, the combat power of the eight blood demons of Blood Ancestor Wu Dao is probably no weaker than that of Conseil Mosa's demon army.

But it seems that his little world is not perfect.

Chen Zhao glanced at Yu Keming's transformed blood demon who was suppressed by him.

Is it because there is still one missing?

This is quite a trick.

If he were allowed to refine the ninth blood demon into his own little world.

He should be able to truly enter the Shangqing realm.

Although it is a trick, its strength is definitely not there.

At least under the Shangqing realm, no one is invincible.

The old liar broke into a cold sweat.

At this moment, the blood ancestor's innocence was in his eyes.

It's more than just horror.

He has simply become a demon with boundless power.

That suffocating breath seemed to solidify the surrounding air.

Blood Ancestor Wu Dao's confidence was also enhanced with the appearance of eight blood demons.

He was still unfamiliar with this new realm.

But when this power spread throughout his body, his body and mind were changing.

Infinite power brings endless pleasure and indescribable confidence.

The world is under his control.

It even gave him an illusion.

Even if Zhang Tianyi stood in front of him, he would still be able to fight.

This may be the origin of the so-called blackening of strong three-pointers and strengthening of stupid three-pointers.

"Drink!" Blood Ancestor Wudao suddenly shouted loudly.

In an instant, behind Blood Ancestor Wu Dao, the huge blood energy turned into a terrifying bloody monster.

Although the bloody monster only had its head, it already exuded a terrifying aura.

"Kneel down!" Blood Ancestor Wu Dao snorted coldly.

Although it took less than half a year for him to realize the half-step to the Qing realm.

But he has used it four times.

And every time his opponent activates his small world, his body and mind will collapse in an instant.

But this time, he had a deeper understanding of Xiaotiandi.

He believed that his opponent this time would be no exception.

Rowling could no longer stand and fell to the ground.

The old liar is better, but only a little better.

His legs were trembling now, and the peach wood sword in his hand was unable to attack at all.

The only purpose of holding it in your hand is to give yourself some psychological comfort.

But he knew that the Taomu Sword was completely meaningless.

The terrifying strength of the Blood Ancestor Wu Dao opposite him had exceeded his previous knowledge of him.

What kind of old monster is this?

Is it possible that no one in this world can control this old monster?

"It's not enough. With your little ability, you don't even have the right to escape." Chen Zhao calmly waved his fingers.

"Hmph!" The moment Blood Ancestor Wu Dao snorted coldly, an even more terrifying sense of oppression rushed towards Chen Zhao.

The wall behind Chen Zhao also collapsed under the huge pressure.

"I said it." Chen Zhao raised his right arm and suddenly pinched it out of thin air: "Not enough!"

boom--

In an instant, all the blood light, as well as the blood-colored monster transformed by Blood Ancestor Wudao's blood energy, were directly crushed to pieces.

Blood stained the walls, ceiling and floor of the room red.

The pupils of the old liar and the blood ancestor Wu Dao suddenly shrank.

"How is that possible?" Blood Ancestor Wudao looked at Chen Zhao in horror.

How did you do it? Blood Ancestor Wudao is very clear about how powerful his power is.

But how did the other party do it?

Why did he directly smash his Blood God's Dharma without feeling anything?

"What I hope to see is more spells that make me feel fresh." Chen Zhao said calmly: "If you can't satisfy my curiosity, then you will die faster."

Blood Ancestor Wu Dao was unbridled and arrogant a moment ago, but now his eyebrows are deeply furrowed.

Opposite Chen Zhao did not exude his own aura, but even so, he still felt pressure.

Even if you are hiding your power and aura, you can directly crush your own Blood God's Dharma?

This hand alone was enough for him to treat it with caution.

"Death!" Blood Ancestor Wudao's body shook slightly, and the blood on the walls instantly turned into countless blood thorns, shooting towards Chen Zhao.