"Rumble …"
In the arena, there was an earth-shattering sound. Even the heavens and earth were shaking. In the arena, there was a blood-red light and an ominous aura. It was as if the arena was a blood prison.
Within the Blood Prison, there were several crimson figures moving about. Their bodies were completely red, without any impurities on them. Their purplish-red eyes were even more bewitching, as if they were burning with heavenly flames, as if they possessed their own intelligence. Their bodies were emitting a ferocious aura, as if they were the emissaries of hell, chasing after their prey in this limited space.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …"
A pale golden figure shuttled through the blood prison. He was so fast that it was difficult to catch him with the naked eye. He held a huge black sword in his hand. As he swung it, he cut the messengers of hell into two. Then, he quickly passed through them. His figure flickered everywhere, leaving no trace at all as he avoided the messengers of hell's pursuit.
"He's going to lose …"
When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but sigh softly.
Of course, this wasn't because Fenghao was too weak. Instead, it was because his opponent was too strong.
"What a pity. If he was in the previous competitions, he would definitely win first place."
Some of the older generation sighed and sighed for Feng Hao.
However, even if he did not win first place, no one dared to look down on him.
After all, there was a difference of one level between the two of them. If they were at the same level, the result might be different.
Even the big shots on the high platform thought that Feng Hao would not be able to hold on for long. Even the elder with white hair and a youthful face was ready to save him at any time.
Everything that happened in the New Advancement Competition was enough for him to take Feng Hao seriously.
The Poison God Mansion, the Killer God Mansion, the Eight Apertures Body, and all kinds of magical techniques. If he grew up, even if the Emperor Mansion did not have the Illusionary Martial Body, they would still be able to compete with the other two mansions.
Therefore, one could imagine the position of Feng Hao in his heart.
If they lost such a genius, it would cause the Emperor Mansion to fall back to where it started. They might even be replaced by the Nandou Mansion.
"It's over, it's over …"
Long Yue Guan stood there with his body on the verge of collapse. He muttered lifelessly like a person on the verge of death.
The Secret Skill of Afterimage was too terrifying. Each puppet of this level was comparable to a person with a Divine Body. However, under the effect of the Secret Skill, these puppets seemed to be endless. At this moment, there were at least fifty to sixty puppets condensed from blood energy in the arena.
However, no one noticed that Feng Hao's scarlet eyes were changing from time to time.
Although his pupils, which were originally like a sea of blood, were still scarlet-red, they were burning like a wisp of flame …
Sometimes it was like a volcano erupting, and sometimes it was like a candle in the wind. It was strange and ever-changing.
In his brain, all nine acupoints were humming at the same time, and the sound they emitted was far louder than that of his seven acupoints.
Of course, Feng Hao did not know what was going on with the seven orifices. If he did, he would definitely be shocked.
This was because the sound coming from the nine orifices was comparable to some Third Order Mortal Saints.
In other words, the two extra orifices had raised his cultivation by two levels.
Otherwise, how could he suppress a Second Order Mortal Saint with his First Order Mortal Saint strength?
At this moment, in Feng Hao's heart, he still believed that the nine orifices did not bring him much benefit at all. Perhaps, the benefits had not been released yet.
Moreover, the nine orifices brought him far more benefits. In terms of rhythm regulation, his speed was many times faster than those with seven orifices.
Inside his brain, the patterns on the inner walls were even more obvious. The Sound of Incineration that rang out was like a sharp knife that carved its own mark on the Daoist seal that was suspended in the center …
After condensing 81 puppets, the Afterimage finally stopped chanting the ancient incantation. His eyes were like a sea of blood as he coldly stared at Feng Hao, who was gliding through the blood prison, and slowly raised the scarlet longsword in his hand.
"Slash."
In the instant that Feng Hao was surrounded by the three puppets, the Afterimage quickly made his move. The longsword slashed out, drawing a scarlet mark in the air. With extreme speed, it directly struck Feng Hao's back and sent him flying.
In that instant, Feng Hao nearly fainted. The sharp pain on his back made him grit his teeth in pain, as if he had been sliced into two.
His body felt like it was about to split apart. On his back, there was a long scar. His flesh had been split open, and one could even see that his bones had been split into two. Golden blood flowed out from the ghastly white bones.
"His blood is actually golden in color."
Some of the sharp-eyed people in the crowd exclaimed when they saw the abnormality on his back. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.
The color of blood could only be changed by those who had reached a certain level of cultivation and carved their understanding of the 'Dao' into their blood. Only then would the color of their blood change.
This was common knowledge, something that everyone knew.
"Looks like he has obtained a great inheritance. Perhaps, this is the origin of the black energy …"
Some people guessed and felt that it was very likely.
Everything about Feng Hao shocked them. If he had obtained the inheritance of an Extraordinary expert, then it could be explained in such a way.
However, what they couldn't understand was why they had never heard of the existence of this energy.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh …
In the process of being sent flying, Feng Hao's back, limbs, and chest were all slashed by the surrounding puppets. Fresh blood spurted out and his flesh was lacerated. It was a miserable sight.
Some people couldn't bear to watch any longer. They closed their eyes or turned their heads away.
On the high platform, the white-haired old man with a youthful face was about to make a move, but he suddenly stopped. A strange light flashed in his turbid eyes.
That was because in Feng Hao's eyes, there wasn't a dim light, nor was there a sea of blood. Instead, there were two wisps of flames …
The pure flame was like candlelight, suddenly igniting. At the same time, the Dao seal in his Dao Core in his brain had an additional scarlet color. It was dazzling and moving, and it seemed to be able to burn everything in its path.
"Buzz …"
This kind of Burning Sound was very high-pitched, but it also seemed to be very deep. It resounded endlessly and reverberated within his body. Subsequently, an enormous aura gushed out from Feng Hao's body. It was like a volcanic eruption, causing his aura to soar by a few times. It directly shattered the blood mist around him, creating a space for him to occupy.
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