Chapter 1911

This came out from under the soil, not others, but the Blood Sword submerged by the terrible purple high waves.

The blood sword was breathless and pale. The long Blood Sword held in his right hand had only the hilt left.

"It's dangerous. If I hadn't stepped into the second step of the virtual overpass, I'm afraid I would have died just now!"

The blood sword's eyes were full of fear. After being submerged by the purple high wave, his body collapsed, and even the spirit and the virtual overpass were all washed away by the purple high wave.

But fortunately, at the moment of his collapse, he hid a drop of blood in his body into the soil below.

Although his whole soul and virtual overpass were destroyed, as long as there is a drop of blood after he became immortal, he can use this drop of blood to reshape his life.

However, the cost of reshaping life is huge, and the strength of reshaped life will be greatly damaged. It takes huge time and resources to recover.

Now the blood sword is extremely weak, his face is as white as snow, and his breath is much weaker than at the beginning.

At the moment, the blood sword also noticed that there was a terrible purple sword inserted in the rear blood temple.

Hundreds of thousands of miles around, the place that should have been the blood temple has now become a ruin and uninhabited.

The Blood Sword seemed to think of something. His face changed greatly and murmured to himself, "the blood temple has disappeared? It has been destroyed?"

Although the words of the blood sword had doubts, he understood in his heart that what he guessed should be right, and was destroyed by the purple sword behind him.

"What kind of Freak is Zhuo Wen? How can he have such terrible power?"

Looking at the terrible purple sword, the Blood Sword immediately thought of Zhuo Wen. After all, the purple sword contains the breath of Zhuo Wen.

"Temple Lord..."

A surging blood power wrapped the blood sword, and then the blood sword only felt that it was light and swept away towards the blood god.

When he came to the blood god, the Blood Sword bowed and stood up. He knew very well that the blood god had always been closed in the blood god temple. From now on, there was only one possibility for him to come out, that is, he was forced out by the purple sword.

"Let's go!"

The blood god looked at the purple sword on the former site of the blood god temple with some complexity and sighed, so he left here with the blood sword.

Looking at the back of the departed blood God and Blood Sword, everyone knew that there were only two of them left in the blood temple. It can be said that the blood Temple actually existed in name only.

But the blood god is the core of the blood god temple. As long as the blood god is not dead and given time, the blood god temple can make a comeback.

However, after this lesson, the blood temple should no longer be as arrogant and domineering as before.

"Master, younger martial brother, he... Really..."

Lianmeng suddenly pulled Taiqing's sleeve robe, her eyes were slightly red, and her tears swirled in her eyes, but she was forced to keep her tears from flowing out, an unspeakable injustice in her look.

Taiqing's eyes were complex and sighed: "Lianmeng, your younger martial brother may not have gone. Maybe we still have a chance to meet?"

Lianmeng didn't understand Taiqing's meaning. She knew that Zhuo Wen's vitality was completely cut off, that is, it fell completely. Then how could she meet Zhuo Wen.

However, Lianmeng knew that Taiqing's words must have deep meaning, and she also had great trust in Taiqing and knew that what Taiqing said was not groundless.

"Master, if what you said is true, I will practice hard from now on. After I have learned, I want to go out for a walk!" Lianmeng suddenly said.

Looking at Lianmeng, Taiqing's mouth was full of a smile and said, "if you have this heart, you can rest assured as a teacher, but going out to practice is not a talk. When you get through more than two thunderstorms, you can rest assured as a teacher that you can go out."

Lianmeng didn't say anything, just nodded seriously.

After being chased and killed by the blood Temple killer with Zhuo Wen, Lianmeng finally understands how deficient she is in actual combat, and also strengthens Lianmeng's heart to become stronger.

At the same time, Taiqing stepped out slowly. He swept in front of the purple sword, pointed it out with his right hand, and immediately painted and engraved it on the surface of the purple sword, writing six big characters "the tomb of the beloved Zhuo Wen".

After finishing these, Taiqing and Yuqing floated away with pity dream, leaving only the people looking at the huge purple sword in silence.

"Elder martial sister Jinghai, it seems that Zhuo Wen's time has come and his life is cut off?" Bi Shuang stood beside Jinghai and whispered.

Jinghai did not answer, but looked at Purple sword with the complicated eyes. Then she turned and left here.

Zhuo Wen's dead spirit is too obvious. As long as he exists at the level of God, he can see that Zhuo Wen has not lived long.

Nevertheless, seeing Zhuo Wen fall like this still makes many monks who are watching sigh.

After all, Zhuo Wen's strength is too terrible. He is still so young, and he has removed the blood temple with a very bad reputation. It can be said to be very gratifying.

Next, the name of Zhuo Wen gradually spread in the fairyland of Taiqing under the hearsay of the public. For a while, Zhuo Wen became a well-known hero in the fairyland of Taiqing.

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The cold and lonely starry sky outside the region is lifeless and full of emptiness, just like a pool of stagnant water.

Deep in the extraterritorial sky, at the bottom of an abandoned star, there is a huge beast lying quietly.

At the moment, the giant beast's eyes were closed, as if in a deep sleep.

In the depths of the beast's body, near the meat wall of his stomach, the blood fairy slowly opened his eyes, and his whole body was full of powerful blood energy.

These blood color energy is like a cycle, which is huff and puff from his body, so that the breath in his body is continuously enhanced in the process of huff and puff.

The blood fairy breathed a sigh and burst out a blazing blood awn in her eyes. Hei hei said with a smile: "the blood force in my body is too huge. It has only been more than half a year, and I have actually reached the early stage of the real fairy."

"Now my cultivation is much stronger than that Zhuo Wen. When this guy is reborn to Lingjie, his cultivation will be the same as at the beginning, but in the later stage of Tianxian, it will be like an ant compared with me. I just need to wave my hand to solve it."

"But this blood fairy is not the kind of ungrateful person. Although Zhuo Wen tortured me for a lot of time at the beginning, he also helped me break through many realms. Well, after he is reborn, let him recognize me as the Lord. I will make him popular and spicy in the future, so that he can know that he is not with the wrong master."

The blood fairy couldn't help imagining that Zhuo Wen recognized him, and a cheap smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

But soon, he noticed that there was a fluctuation in the ring in his hand. He was familiar with the fluctuation, which was caused by the effectiveness of blood for death pill.

"Zhuo Wen is reborn. Haha, I want him to know who is the master this time?"

The blood fairy rubbed his hands and stared at the ring, waiting for Zhuo Wen to appear from the ring.

He knew very well that when Zhuo Wen was reborn, the first thing must be to get out of the ring first.

"In the future, this ring will be worn by my uncle. Zhuo Wen will stay in the ring while he stays, hehe!" the blood fairy continued to be crooked.

At this moment, the wave from the spirit ring slowly converged and dissipated, and a white awn lit up in the spirit ring.

Then a figure confessed slowly in the awn. This is a young man in his twenties and eighties. Although his face is not handsome, it is extremely durable.

At the moment, the young man's eyes have a strange purple meaning, and there is a trace of confusion at the same time.

"Zhuo Wen, the blood fairy is here today. I'll give you a chance. Now you give me..."

The blood immortal cleared his throat, and the breath of the real immortal in his body suddenly swept out, trying to frighten Zhuo Wen with his powerful breath.

However, when the blood fairy's eyes touched the purple in Zhuo Wen's eyes, the blood fairy's face stagnated and his whole body was dull.

He felt a destructive force in the purple.

Especially when his eyes were opposite Zhuo Wen's purple eyes, he found that in these purple eyes, he was like a trivial mole ant, which could be destroyed as long as he waved his hand.

"Ah..."

The blood fairy screamed, and spit out a mouthful of blood, even retreated to the edge of the meat wall, and he was scared out of his wits, trembling and pointing to Zhuo Wen, unable to say a word.

Zhuo Wen faintly looked at the blood fairy in front of his eyes, and the purple meaning in his eyes gradually converged.

This purple meaning is the artistic conception attached to his eyes when he caught a trace of the nine fold meaning. Because he was just reborn, although the nine fold meaning artistic conception was left in Taiqing fairyland by him, the purple meaning left in his eyes has not yet dissipated.

Now, after Zhuo Wen recovered, the purple meaning in his eyes disappeared.

"For what?"

Zhuo Wen didn't care about the arrogant attitude of the blood fairy before, and asked in a somewhat indifferent voice.

The blood fairy trembled all over. He would never forget the purple meaning in Zhuo Wen's eyes at the moment of rebirth.

The purple meaning was too mysterious and powerful. At the moment when the blood fairy saw the purple meaning, he subconsciously wanted to escape, but did not want to resist.

Thinking of the purple terror, the blood fairy dared to make Zhuo Wen's idea again, and quickly flattered and said with a smile: "master, you are back. You don't know how lonely little blood has been here for nearly a year."

"Therefore, xiaoxuezi always thought that the master would come back soon. Xiaoxuezi knew that with the master's brilliant and unparalleled talent and strength, he would certainly be able to take xiaoxuezi out of the sea of suffering."

"Now the master is back, Xiao Xuezi is so happy..."

Zhuo Wen immediately interrupted the words of the blood fairy. From the change of the blood fairy's attitude just now, he couldn't see that the blood fairy was frightened because of the purple in his eyes.

Moreover, he was surprised to find that the blood immortal hadn't seen him for more than a year, and his cultivation was actually promoted to the early stage of true immortality. The speed of improvement was beyond Zhuo Wen's expectation.

However, after Zhuo Wen sensed the powerful blood force spread from the surrounding meat wall, the accident in his heart calmed down a lot.

Even if he didn't have to ask, he knew that this place should be eaten by juveniles, and such strong blood power here is just suitable for the cultivation of blood immortals. No wonder the cultivation of blood immortals has improved so quickly.