After Daoist Xin swallowed the two, he immediately felt a wonderful taste spread all over his body. His mana suddenly increased, and he couldn't help but roar at the sky. His eyes also revealed a bloodthirsty madness that didn't belong to a cultivator. His body suddenly shook, transforming into thousands of blood souls, which instantly occupied a large area of the sky.
Zhang Yan saw this scene, and he slightly narrowed his eyes. The other was originally weak, but after swallowing someone's corpse, his blood qi recovered completely. Although it wasn't a big threat to him, but if left alone, it would still be troublesome. Especially when he joined forces with Baili Qingyin, it would be even more difficult to deal with, and he needed to find a way to eliminate him first.
But after this person transformed into a demonic body, his flying speed was still above him, and he couldn't take the initiative to find him. Only by luring him to attack would it be easy to end things.
He quickly calculated in his mind, and immediately came up with a countermeasure.
Mana surged all over his body, countless spiritual qi gathered from all directions, and in an instant, the black and yellow hand condensed, and with another push, it slammed down on the blood cloud.
This attack didn't accumulate much power, and was extremely fast, very different from Just Now.
Baili Qingyin saw it from below, and also didn't show any weakness. With a low shout, two blood cloud palms flipped in the air to meet it.
Daoist Xin saw a gap to take advantage of, and couldn't help but leap forward, rushing up again.
Zhang Yan was waiting for this moment, and sneered in his heart. Suddenly, an object flew out from his sleeve, and a white light appeared above his head. It looked like a polished jade piece, as thin as a paper wing, translucent and glossy.
In this cave, a dazzling brilliance suddenly flashed, like the sun in the sky, and instantly swept across the whole area, illuminating everything here down to the finest detail.
Zhang Yan glanced over, and could clearly see at this moment. The thousands of blood souls were all a mass of blood qi, and only one of them had a clear face. They didn't look like the same kind.
When he was illuminated by that brilliance, Daoist Xin had an inexplicable feeling, as if all his outer shell was stripped off, and exposed to the light of day.
This was the "Hazy Light Mirror" bestowed by Shen Baishuang. Even if the demonic cultivators had thousands of incarnations, under this treasure, they couldn't hide.
Zhang Yan found the location of Daoist Xin's real body and immediately took out a talisman with two fingers. With a light tremble, Suan Ni spread out in the sky, turning into a black talisman that was a hundred and fifty zhang tall. Boundless magic power surged out from it.
In an instant, all the spiritual vigor within a radius of a few miles was frozen!
Daoist Xin was caught off guard and his body stiffened. He was instantly frozen in mid-air. When he suddenly encountered such a situation, his first thought was that he had been trapped in a sealed world, so he hurriedly tried to undo the seal. However, when he tried, he found that it was completely useless, and he was shocked. He wanted to use the Minute Dust Passing Technique to turn his Dharmakaya elsewhere.
However, the moment he thought of this, he was shocked. The magic power in his body was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to move at all.
When cultivators fought. Any mistake or hesitation would be fatal, not to mention this moment of delay.
Zhang Yan seized the opportunity. How would he miss it. He immediately circulated his magic power and a golden light flew out from his back. It was like a thin line, flashing in the field for a moment before disappearing.
Daoist Xin stood still in a daze. After a short while, a faint shadow of a devil swept past him. With a soundless roar, it dissipated. His body trembled violently. With a cracking sound, he exploded into countless jet-black blood clots that fell like raindrops.
At the same time, the blood doppelgangers that filled the sky were like reflections in the water, being blown by the breeze, crumbling one after another.
Zhang Yan flicked his sleeves, and the torrential water light behind him surged like a tide, surging upwards, wrapping all the blood chunks into it.
When Baili Qingyin saw this, he couldn't help but frown.
He had just sent the Shi couple to Daoist Xin for him to consume, but who knew that in less than a hundred breaths' time, he would lose his life. What he had done previously was just a waste of effort.
He instantly felt that he had lost a round in the battle with Zhang Yan.
Without a third stage realm cultivator restraining him from the side, it was unavoidably a little difficult to deal with him. If he wanted to stabilize the situation, he could only use the backup plan that he had prepared earlier.
He took out a glazed jade pot from his sleeves, opened the lid, and shook it towards the sky, spitting out a wisp of red smoke. When it reached the horizon, he lightly blew at the mouth of the bottle, and with a shake of the smoke, tens of thousands of blood spirits flew out.
He raised his hand and with a flick, a gust of wild wind surged over, sending all of them out of the blood cloud.
These blood spirits were refined from the devils that he had captured underground, and were not formed from his own blood essence and magic power. They didn't have a soul within them, so they weren't bound by him. But because of this, they maintained their demonic nature, brutal and tyrannical, not fearing death. The moment they entered the sky, seeing a living person like Zhang Yan here, they immediately pounced forward to bite him without a care.
Baili Qingyin was clear in his heart that these blood spirits alone couldn't do anything to Zhang Yan. But taking them out at this moment wasn't to subdue the enemy, but to delay Zhang Yan for a moment, so that he could free up his hands to execute the incantation.
He recited a secret incantation, and pressed his fingers together to point at his chest. Suddenly, a clanging sound came from the field, like the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed. An illusory blood sabre appeared in the air, and chopped at his neck. Where the sabre shadow passed, a person that looked exactly like him appeared on the right side.
This divine ability was called "Full Moon Half Sun", and with this method, he could chop down a magic power doppelganger.
This wasn't something that those ordinary blood spirits could compare to, as it took up half of his magic power and a small half of his soul.
All the divine arts that he knew, this doppelganger was proficient in them, and could be said to be no different from the real body.
Because his magic power was number one among his peers in the Devil Sect, once this divine ability was used, it was equivalent to two against one. Using this method to deal with an ordinary third stage cultivator, there was almost no possibility of failure, but using it to deal with Zhang Yan, he still felt that it wasn't enough.
With a thought, that doppelganger suddenly bent down, and moved close to the mouth of the blood well, and fiercely sucked in a mouthful. The blood water inside immediately decreased by a large amount.
He was unmoved, and raised his hand to point. This magic treasure flew up, and when it reached the sky, it tilted downwards, and the blood water flowed out. He raised his neck and moved closer, and immediately drank a lot of it. Only when his body was full of essence and qi did he stop.
The water in this well could originally replenish magic power by sensing qi, but now it was directly drunk. No matter if it was the doppelganger or the original body, their magic power was completely restored in a moment. But now there was only a thickness of two fingers left, and it couldn't be used for many times, so he couldn't squander it like before.
But he didn't panic, the Blood Spirit Sect had its own methods to absorb the essence and blood of the Xuan Sect cultivators for his own use. There were still three people trapped in the Blood Jade Smoke Snare Formation, and they were all third stage cultivators. To him, it was like a great tonic, and when the time came, he only needed to borrow the divine arts to get rid of them, and then he could use it to nourish himself, so that he could hold on for a period of time.
Although the doppelganger was formed, he wasn't in a hurry to send it forward. Fighting was also about strategy, and it was especially important to grasp the timing of the attack. This kind of killing move was left to be used at the critical moment, and it was far more useful than rushing into battle.
At this time, in the sky, Zhang Yan's movements were calm, and he only used the water element light to rush back and forth, sweeping away the ten thousand blood spirits. Then, with his hands behind his back, he looked down, and his eyes flickered slightly.
In the previous few attacks, the opponent didn't use strength to fight strength, thinking of ways to not let his attacks fall into the blood cloud, which meant that this method was correct, and it was enough to pose a threat.
Since that was the case, he wasn't prepared to change his method.
The mana in his body flowed, and the shadow of a big hand clearly appeared, and then slowly solidified. But this time, it was twice as big as before.
This kind of fair and square collision depended on whose mana was higher. The strong was strong, the weak was weak, and there was no room for falsehood.
Even if the opponent had a method to resolve it, it would also consume mana, and even if it could resolve the danger for a moment, it couldn't change the overall situation.
With a loud shout, he roused his spiritual vigor and pressed it down brazenly.
Baili Qingyin saw that this time, the power was unprecedented, and seemed to be using his real skill. His heart shivered, but he didn't want to take it head-on.
After a short while, the Mysterious Yellow Hand came crashing down, and the moment it came into contact with the blood cloud, he exhaled and channeled his magic power. Once again, he used the Object Substitution Technique to transfer all the power out.
This time, the person he chose. It was Nanhua Sect's Yuan Zirong.
At this moment, there were nine strange beast spirit essences surrounding him, and he could deal with the blood spirits with ease.
Although his expression looked relaxed, in his heart, he already had the intention to retreat.
He came here to suppress the demonic cave, but he was trapped here and couldn't get out. Even if he didn't get hurt, it wouldn't help the overall situation. As time passed, the chance of success would only get smaller and smaller.
Just as he was thinking, the blue toad and white dog at the side suddenly hissed at the same time, and their voices were extremely mournful.
Suddenly, he felt an unbelievably huge mana descend from the sky, as if it wanted to squash him, and his expression instantly changed.
At this moment of life and death, he let out a wild shout and mobilized all of his magic power without a care for anything else. In an instant, a shadow of a turtle suddenly appeared on his body. The shell on its back pushed up and actually withstood the great force.
Not long after, the great force finally dispersed, but his expression was dispirited, and his eyes were lifeless. It was obvious that he had exhausted too much of his Yuan Qi, and because he had placed all his attention on dealing with this attack, a lot of blood rain had inadvertently landed on his body.
Originally, he thought that it was just a dirty thing, and he didn't care much about it, but Just Now, he suffered a loss, and he instantly became vigilant.
After thinking about it, he realized that if this blood rain was really causing trouble, no matter how he dealt with it, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't fail, and the best plan was to retreat as soon as possible. He sighed in his heart, and said, "Fellow Daoists, I have tried my best, but the situation is not good, I can only leave first."
Once he made up his mind, he was also decisive. He immediately pursed his lips and blew, and a thousand feet long dragon suddenly flew out from between his brows, and wrapped around his body. It actually ignored all the obstacles, and with a bang, it rushed out of the blood cloud, and then brutally smashed its way out of the cave. In the blink of an eye, it flew into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, only the sound of the dragon's roar was left.
Not long after he left, in the ravine that was smashed open, a huge spiritual vigor of unknown origin poured in, and went straight into the cave.
At the same time, as if adding fuel to the fire, all the spiritual vigor here flowed rapidly, and with a rumble, it was more than twice as fast.
Baili Qingyin was startled at first, then suddenly looked toward the sky, and a hint of ecstasy appeared in his eyes, "Is it really me?"
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