The long rainbow in the sky was a boundless sea of blood formed from the blood arrows. Hidden within the sea of blood, Jianghai Taoist turned into a long rainbow as he chased after Zuo Zhicheng. The rainbow resembled both a great river and an endless scarlet carpet.
Jianghai Taoist had extracted the blood essence of his soldiers, borrowing the power of their thoughts, spirit, and will to control the vast sea of blood. Just like a general commanding his soldiers, it was as if he was borrowing the power of thousands.
As he flew, the other soldiers, Ye Junxi, Xiao Tianyou, and the other elites gave chase. However, they were too slow compared to Zuo Zhicheng and Jianghai Taoist, and were soon left behind.
At the very front, Jiang He Daoist's eyes were filled with surprise as well, and he exclaimed inwardly in shock as he stared at the blurry shadow before him. "Such speed! Who is this person? Why would such an elite suddenly appear in the new continent? '
Even as Jianghai Taoist thought that, two black spirit dragons suddenly emerged from Zuo Zhicheng's body. Jianghai Taoist sneered inwardly at the sight. 'Want to attack me? My Black Sky Blood Escape is a collection of the blood essence of my soldiers. It contains all sorts of fanaticism, spirit, and will, as well as all sorts of magical materials I've gathered over a dozen years. My soldiers have also been taking all sorts of lead and mercury pills for decades.
Ordinary attacks would be directly corroded by the outer layer of blood essence before they could even hit me … '
Jianghai Taoist's eyes widened in shock in the next instant. The two black spirit dragons did not attack him after they appeared, but instead exploded behind Zuo Zhicheng's back. The violent airflow directly propelled Zuo Zhicheng's body even faster.
"What!" Just as Jianghai Taoist was about to extract more blood essence to speed up, he realized that his Black Sky Blood Escape was suddenly weakened. "Oh no, I'm too far away from my soldiers. The power of the Black Sky Blood Escape is weakening!"
At the same time, as the distance between them widened, Jianghai Taoist's control over the Four Seas Pot was also weakening. The pressure on Zuo Zhicheng's hand was also lessening, and the distance between them widened even further.
"The Four Seas Pot is not something you can control! No matter who you are, remember this. It won't be long before I find you. At that time, I will make you regret what you did today for the rest of your life! "
With a wild roar, Zuo Zhicheng's figure became smaller and smaller, until he was nothing more than a dot in Jiang He's eyes.
After running for an unknown distance, Zuo Zhicheng finally stopped when he felt that the Four Seas Pot in his hand had returned to its original weight and was no longer struggling.
'That was close. That was really close.' Looking at the palm-sized Four Seas Pot in his hand, Zuo Zhicheng let out a deep breath. The bone armor and bone spurs on his body trembled and then slowly retracted.
On his body, there was a charred scar on his left shoulder, which he forcefully squeezed his muscles to heal. Although his Yama's Golden Body was very resistant to attacks and ordinary arrows could not penetrate it, Jianghai Taoist's blood arrow had a strong corrosive power that perfectly countered his Golden Body.
'Jiang He Daoist's Daoist technique of manipulating water vapor happens to vaguely counter the power I currently possess. It's fortunate that I saw through their scheme in advance, or I would be in danger if they really took advantage of my misfortune and hit me when I'm down.'
Zuo Zhicheng was right. If he and King Hante really fought to the death, it would be too dangerous for Jianghai Taoist and the others to act as the oriole behind the scenes. Moreover, according to Ye Junxi, they might not be the only ones with such thoughts. The other three armies might send people over as well, and that would be terrifying.
Zuo Zhicheng sensed that the wounds in his body, as well as the internal injuries caused by the Four Seas Pot, were being healed continuously. Zuo Zhicheng decided to sit down and take a rest.
'The Four Seas Pot seems to be able to sense them as soon as they come close. This gives them the ability to track me, but it also allows me to be on guard against them.
'But they are not as fast as me, and I have already left them far behind. Now, I need to rest and treat my injuries.'
Zuo Zhicheng took out five to six bottles from his chest. They were all top-grade hemostatic medicine, Jinchuang Ointment, and pills to replenish qi and blood, as well as to treat internal injuries.
These were all prepared by Zuo Zhicheng before he left Sea City. After taking the pills, Zuo Zhicheng closed his eyes and sat down. He was moving his muscles and bones, using his control over his body to bind his wounds and speed up the healing process.
After all, he could freely control his muscles, bones, and organs. By moving and compressing his body structure, he could definitely speed up the healing process.
After about half an hour, Zuo Zhicheng slowly opened his eyes. Thinking of Lin Shanjun's battle, his eyes glinted coldly, and he turned to look at the Four Seas Pot in his hand.
The palm-sized pot looked like an ordinary ceramic pot, but Zuo Zhicheng knew that it was not an ordinary ceramic pot. He had tried to open the pot's mouth, but he could not see anything inside.
He tried to use the sacrificial refining method that Shen Anan taught him to take the Four Seas Pot, but he did not succeed. Obviously, this magic treasure required a special method of sacrificial refining in order to be able to control it at will. Before that, it would only be an ordinary water bottle.
On the other hand, Jiang He Daoist could control and control this mystic treasure again after he got close.
Zuo Zhicheng narrowed his eyes. He wanted to wait until he returned to Sea City to improve his strength. Then, he would think of a way to subdue the Four Seas Pot. The next time he met Jiang He Daoist and the others, he would not end up like this.
In the next moment, his figure disappeared and reappeared tens of meters away. He was already on his way to Haijing.
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A day later, a group of thousands of people were riding on horses, rushing across the grassland.
The leader was Lin Shanjun's Daoist Jiang He.
In order to track down Zuo Zhicheng, they traveled day and night. Elites like Daoist Jiang He and Wei Yangyan were fine, but the ordinary soldiers were extremely tired.
Daoist Jiang He's eyes turned gloomy when he sensed the situation.
Wei Yangyan, who was beside him, said, "Daoist Jiang He, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up with that guy this time. His Daoist techniques are mysterious and sinister. I wonder if you have any clues. "
Daoist Jiang He exhaled. "I've been recalling the Daoist techniques of various sects and various information. That person's Daoist techniques are mysterious and I can't tell where they came from. However, the technique that created black dragon gunpowder and blew up countless soldiers seems to be the ability of the Evil Oath Ring of the Ten Precepts of the Southern Sacred Sect. "
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