Suddenly, a blood-colored gourd flew out of Teng Lingzi's body and spun before arriving above Su Zimo's head.
Head down and bottom up, the mouth of the gourd was aimed at Su Zimo and scattered streams of blood light that were filled with a mysterious power!
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo's expression changed!
The power that spread out from the mouth of the blood gourd enveloped his body, causing him to lose control of his body and fly towards the blood gourd.
Right in front of everyone, Su Zimo's body shrunk continuously and turned into a stream of light that was sucked into the blood gourd!
Many Mighty Figures of the Blood Vine race were not surprised by this scene.
"Hahahaha!"
Teng Lingzi reverted to his human form and held the blood gourd Just Now in his palm as he roared in laughter. "Araki Takeshi? Monster incarnate? You're still suppressed by me in the end!"
"Young master, you're wise! You'll definitely be famous in Tianhuang Mainland after this battle!"
"That's right. After this battle, even the Protoss like the Divine Prince and Goddess Xiao Xiang will be far more famous than you, young master."
"That Araki Takeshi is arrogant and ignorant. Indeed, the bloodline and physique of our Blood Vine race isn't strong. However, he doesn't know that we naturally have powerful killing moves since we can become one of the Primordial Nine Races!"
Many Mighty Figures of the Blood Vine race praised Teng Lingzi loudly.
Actually, the blood gourd was extremely important to every Blood Vine race.
When every Blood Vine race member was born, blood gourds would grow on their vines. However, when they entered the conjoint body realm, the blood gourds would fuse into one.
It could be said that the blood gourd contained most of the cultivation and essence of the Blood Vine race!
Indeed, the melee combat strength of the Blood Vine race was not strong.
However, if one was stained with the blood of the Blood Vine race, they would form a connection with the blood gourd. Once they got close, the blood gourd could suck them in and refine them into blood!
Teng Lingzi said proudly, "Araki Takeshi is ignorant. Does he really think that I don't have the means to suppress him? Even a Half-Martial Ancestor won't be able to break free from the power of the blood gourd after being stained with my blood! "
"The fortune of the human race has run out. This evildoer of all ages is just so-so. The young master didn't even put in much effort."
"It's just an undeserved reputation. “
"We, the primordial races, have been silent for too long. The human race is nothing but food for ants. Do they really think they are the masters of Tianhuang Mainland? Haha."
"Young Master, what should we do with the blood food?"
A mighty figure of the Blood Vine Race pointed at the people from the Southern Duel Sect not far away.
The battle broke out too quickly and Tang Shiyun was still trying to persuade them. Just as everyone from Southern Duel Sect was slightly moved and hope was reignited, they saw Su Zimo being suppressed by Teng Lingzi and sucked into the Blood Calabash!
Everyone from Southern Duel Sect chuckled in self-mockery.
They shouldn't have had any extravagant hopes of escaping from this place. Their fates had long been sealed!
Tang Shiyun smiled bitterly and sighed.
"Of course, we'll raise them in captivity again."
Teng Lingzi said indifferently, "You're just a bunch of food. You should have the awareness to be treated as food. You still want to escape?"
"Then, will Young Master still eat today?"
Someone from the Blood Vine Race asked.
"There's no need,"
Teng Lingzi's gaze landed on the Blood Calabash in his palm and he could not help but laugh. "I won't have to eat for the next period of time!"
"Rumor has it that Araki Takeshi is Qinglian's body. If I can refine Araki Takeshi, my Dharmic powers and combat strength will increase exponentially! I might even be able to sense the opportunity to break through and comprehend the power of divine powers! "
"Let us congratulate you in advance, Young Master!"
Everyone from the Blood Vine Race congratulated.
"Yes,"
Teng Lingzi nodded gently and said in a deep voice, "I'm going into seclusion for a year. Don't disturb me during this period of time."
"As for the blood food, I'll reward them to you guys."
"Thank you, Young Master!"
Everyone from the Blood Vine Race was delighted.
…
The Blood Calabash was scarlet and sinister.
All he could see was a sea of blood-red!
Even though he was sucked in by Teng Lingzi's Blood Calabash, Su Zimo's expression was still calm without any hint of panic. He released his spirit consciousness and surveyed his surroundings.
Although the Blood Calabash did not look big, there was a space within it.
Su Zimo's gaze landed on the inner walls of the Blood Calabash.
One after another, tiny blood scars appeared on it. They were densely packed and crisscrossed, resembling the blood vessels of a human with fresh blood flowing within!
"According to Teng Lingzi, Ming Zhen should still be in the Blood Calabash. Why aren't there any traces of him?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
"Could Ming Zhen have been refined into blood by Teng Lingzi before he could hold on?"
Su Zimo patrolled around the Blood Calabash and checked carefully.
All of a sudden!
His expression changed and his gaze landed on a blood cocoon that was half the height of a person in the corner.
Initially, he did not notice the blood cocoon at all. At first glance, it looked like a lump of blood in the Blood Calabash and was unremarkable without any signs of life.
However, Su Zimo's spirit perception was strong.
He could sense a faint holy and benevolent aura from the blood cocoon. Although it was weak, he still managed to capture it!
In a flash, Su Zimo arrived beside the blood cocoon.
The blood cocoon was filled with blood threads that coiled around it tightly and it was almost impossible to see what was inside.
Su Zimo reached out and tugged at it casually, ripping off most of the blood threads.
Those blood threads possessed an extremely strong corrosive power. If not for the fact that Qinglian's true body had transformed and was reborn, Su Zimo's palm would have been corroded to the bone!
There was indeed a monk within the blood cocoon.
The monk assumed a lotus position with his palms pressed together. His eyes were tightly shut and his body shone faintly. He was as thin as firewood and most of his flesh had already dissipated!
Su Zimo almost did not dare to recognize him!
Right then, the monk opened his eyes and caught sight of Su Zimo.
Those eyes were as clear as water, pure and sincere.
Even in such a gloomy, terrifying, evil, and filthy environment, those eyes still gave people a sense of kindness and beauty.
It was Ming Zhen!
Su Zimo had only seen such a clear and sincere gaze on Ming Zhen before!
Su Zimo's heart ached and his eyes reddened as he looked at the haggard and bony Ming Zhen.
"Junior Brother, you're here."
Ming Zhen smiled faintly, revealing a heartfelt joy and relief on his face.
When he saw that smile, Su Zimo nearly cried.
For some reason, he was not enraged or murderous at that moment – he only felt indescribably touched.
Ming Zhen had been trapped in the blood gourd for 10 years and led a life worse than death.
If it was anyone else, they would have broken down mentally long ago.
Even Su Zimo could not believe what would happen to him after being trapped in such a sinister and filthy environment for 10 whole years.
There was a high chance that he would fall into the fiend Dao completely and activate the Blood Refinement Fiend Sutra once more to go on a killing spree!
However, Ming Zhen did not.
Ming Zhen could still smile.
There was no resentment or hatred.
From Ming Zhen, Su Zimo could sense the supreme benevolence and magnanimity of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!
As long as Hell was not empty, one would not attain Buddhahood. Only by expiating all living beings could one attain Bodhi!
Su Zimo's will was as firm as a rock and could not be shaken. However, against such a Buddhist Dharma, he was shaken and teared up!
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