Chapter 2923
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Success or Failure … Depends on This One Move (5)
"You tricked me?!"
At this point, no matter how stupid the Blood-drinking Demon Marquis was, he had completely come to his senses. The little demon girl in front of him... was not afraid of his attack at all. Although she was pretending to be weak, the five immortal treasure wooden platforms beside her had completely blocked the power of the Fiend Blood Fist!
She was definitely a cultivator from Blood Warring City. She used a set of immortal treasures to attract his attention and relieve the pressure on the main battlefield!
Old Man Zhan Yun was so stupid that he actually gave out such a valuable gift just to win a few moments of inconsequential battle opportunities!
"Do you think I don't have a way to deal with you?"
The scarlet cloak fluttered in the wind and opened up, revealing the Blood-drinking Demon Marquis' bony bones. It turned out that he was immersed in the Dao of Death, and his true body was also in the state of the living dead. Neither human nor demon, neither alive nor dead …
The reason why he did not use his full strength before, other than not wanting to destroy the immortal treasures, was that he wanted to capture the girl alive, break her bones, and search her memories about the immortal treasures.
But now, it was no longer necessary!
Even if the immortal treasures were difficult to control, he only needed to put in some effort to figure them out.
"Blood Drenches the Cang Sea."
He decided not to waste his precious time. After all, the demons outside the blood pool would be anxious if there was no commander controlling it for a long time.
The Blood-drinking Demon Marquis opened his arms, revealing his skinny and ugly body that resembled a night bat. A beam of ferocious light suddenly burst out from his eyes!
Although it was just a gaze, it directly turned into a corporeal pressure that pressed down on Zhen Xiaoxiao fiercely …
Looking at him, the scenery in Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly shattered. As his Divine Soul trembled, he saw huge waves surging towards him. The boundless crimson sea was filled with a large number of corpses. Among them were humans, beasts … and even demons …
All the living beings that had died in the hands of the Blood-drinking Demon Marquis were left with traces of this magical power. They had lost their flesh and internal organs, and only their bones were left. But they still seemed to be alive, floating and wailing in the blood sea.
Some were shouting the names of their loved ones, and some were tightly holding onto something from when they were alive, unwilling to let go. But no matter what kind of obsession or persistence they had, they would completely turn into bubbles in the merciless storm of the blood sea.
What a pitiful scene.
This was an attack of Dao Will. It used a boundless spiritual image to destroy the opponent's soul. At the same time, the Fiendish Blood Pressure shot out from the Blood-drinking Demon Marquis' eyes and tore the opponent apart.
While he was immersed in the terrifying sea of blood, he could truly feel the excruciating pain of his body being annihilated!
This was a technique far stronger than the Fiend Blood Fist. Once it was used, the enemy, from their body to their soul, would completely disappear from this world in a single breath of time!
Looking into the blood-red eyes …
Zhen Xiaoxiao made up her mind and suddenly pushed away the five Sanskrit Evil Suppression Platforms that were protecting her.
After the previous clash, the ten thousand droplets of blood in his body were just a sliver away from forming!
However, the closer it was to the end, the harder it was to achieve perfection. This last trace of blood fiendish might be the sum of the previous ten drops. It was obviously unrealistic to continue to lure the Blood-drinking Demon Marquis by running away. Only by admitting that he was fooling him could he provoke him into using a stronger technique!
Success or failure …
It all came down to this!
Zhen Xiaoxiao understood that if he missed this opportunity, it would be difficult for him to find such a suitable stepping stone in the future!
In order to complete the ten thousand droplets of blood, he was willing to exchange his life for chips and directly bet it on the gambling table!
He wanted to eat mutton skewers, but his stomach did not allow it. Luckily, the best mutton skewer shop had closed this year … He smiled with tears in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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