Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 666: Cutting Meat with a Thin Knife

There were many things that the spirit of the weapon had not expected, almost like the old Taoist had not expected that the situation would turn out like this.

It was simply outrageous that Meng Yun could use the method of blood sacrifice on him.

No wonder he said he wouldn't give himself a second chance to escape.

As long as he is unwilling to stop using this method, he will continue to consume his energy and blood to nourish his evil spirit.

The stronger the evil spirit, the stronger Meng Yun's explosive ability in all aspects.

So he was beaten out of the chasm for who knows how many times.

Almost as soon as he stepped forward, he was hit on the shoulder by a sinister and terrifying force.

The person didn't die, but his shoulder is probably broken.

The old Taoist stood in the air with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, holding his shoulders. On the other side, Meng Yun, whose murderous aura was extremely strong, chased him out from the ravine.

He seemed somewhat pleased at this moment, especially when he saw that the old Taoist was about to reach the end of his life, he let out a sinister smile.

"You will die today!"

The old Taoist pressed his shoulders, twitched the corners of his mouth, and his lips trembled, but he still retorted.

"I am extremely lucky today, I will not die."

Meng Yun's face, filled with murderous intent, became extremely ferocious. An endless sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared and took shape in the next moment.

The blood-red wave that covered the sky and the sun was more than ten miles this time. With the combination of evil spirit, it was nearly fifteen miles.

The entire void was chilling and eerie, filled with endless murderous intent.

The old Taoist was originally thinking about his good fortune, but he didn't expect Meng Yun to do this in the next step.

This means I don't want to let him go at all!

He couldn't help but groan in pain. He didn't know what was going on with Han Yu. If he couldn't finish his work quickly and come to support him, he was afraid that he would be beaten to death by Meng Yun.

And judging from the other party's posture, I guess I can't expect to die easily.

Just as the old Taoist was muttering, movement finally occurred on the other side of the canyon.

That extremely terrifying power can even make people tremble with fear.

Although they are nearly a hundred miles apart, it still makes people feel uneasy.

Although the old Taoist couldn't see the specific scene, as long as he could sense such movement, it was enough to prove that Han Yu had succeeded.

Meng Yun's face changed drastically. If the old Taoist could sense it, he could naturally sense it as well.

In the first moment, his face changed from ashen to pale and then to hideous.

From the Taoist provocation to his desperate escape, no matter how stupid he was, he could figure out that the Taoist was deliberately leading him away.

He didn't even dare to imagine the consequences that would result from this: the center of the formation was destroyed!

This was definitely a major dereliction of duty on his part.

What awaits him must be the most severe punishment from the Holy Church!
"You deserve to die!"

Meng Yun's eyes turned red and he roared. In an instant, the sea of ​​blood was stirring continuously, and even the old Taoist was stunned.

No, don’t you go back to take a look?
According to the first possible scenario, Meng Yun should have turned around and chased back to the altar.

The old Taoist's expression was extremely complicated, so Meng Yun was determined to die at the risk of his life.

Is this the second case?
Damn it, Han Yu, come quickly, I can’t hold on for much longer.

The old Taoist could only pray that Han Yu could find him as soon as possible, otherwise it would turn into the third situation - heroic sacrifice.

And what about Han Yu?

Han Yu had already given up on escaping underground at this time, as the terrifying spreading force behind him was about to catch up with him.

As a last resort, we had to leave the underground as soon as possible.

In just a moment when he appeared, dozens of spiritual powers fell on his head at the same time.

He even skipped the step of floating up, and Han Yu was blown away at the first moment.

Covered in dust and dirt, Han Yu struggled to steady himself in the air. The faces of the initial-level cultivators opposite him changed one after another.

From the moment they discovered this man, they launched a surprise attack, but they didn't expect that they couldn't kill him!

They had already sensed the explosion a few miles away, and combined with the people who appeared here, the faces of these dozens of monks all darkened at the same time. The next moment, they were filled with murderous intent and attacked again.

The wind was freezing cold and the ground was covered with ice and snow.

The sky changed at this moment, and the land of several miles instantly turned into a world of ice and snow.

There was an icy force that kept trying to freeze Han Yu in place, but it was unable to penetrate.

Because Han Yu ignited the divine fire at the same time.

The battle between ice and fire was on the verge of breaking out, and ended with the flames quickly crushing the world of ice and snow.

"Call for help!" A monk shouted and gave a signal. At the same time, a group of monks surrounded them fearlessly.

"Don't let them hold you back!"

The spirit of the weapon quickly reminded that the intention of this group of cultivators was too obvious, and they were planning to drag Han Yu here.

Han Yu also knew this. He glanced at the cultivators around him and saw that they were all in the initial stage. It would not be difficult for him to fight his way out.

A giant tree image stood upright, and after its shadow took shape, it was picked up, and the next moment it immediately began to sweep across.

The domineering aura frightened the monks, but they had no choice but to fight.

Dozens of attacks landed, causing a huge momentum. However, the next moment, Han Yu was still seen rushing out from the heavy attacks, sweeping across with tremendous force.

In one sweep, more than half of the monks were killed or wounded.

After two sweeps, the monks began to flee.

Three sweeps...

When Han Yu danced for the third time, he was slightly startled because the number of people was wrong.

He could think that he broke out of the encirclement quickly enough, but he didn't expect that the enemy's support would come even faster.

"Xingdao Realm!"

The spirit of the weapon spoke with a serious face.

At this moment, hundreds of wandering monks gathered around. What does hundreds of wandering monks mean?
It's probably about the concept of hundreds of Lei Wangs beating him up.

If there were four of them, Han Yu would still be able to defeat them.

But in the current situation, Han Yuxu felt very uncomfortable.

The old Taoist also felt weak at the moment, not only in his heart but also in his body.

He and Meng Yun had been fighting for a while. Not to mention the momentum of the fight between the two sides, anyone who was not blind should be able to see the ten miles of blood sea that Meng Yun was looking at, right?

Could it be that this guy has lost all conscience and ran away?

The old Taoist couldn't help but begin to doubt Han Yu's actions, especially because he thought Han Yu's moral level was abnormally low.

Meng Yun's sea of ​​blood surged several times, and drops of blood continued to condense and then attacked the old Taoist several times like a cancer attached to the bone.

At this moment, the old Taoist's robe was in tatters, especially his goose bumpy skin, which was full of bloody holes.

Meng Yun doesn't want him to die well!

The old Taoist couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and he even thought of what the other party wanted to do.

"You will become a part of the sea of ​​blood and be at my mercy for eternity!"

Meng Yun sneered coldly, waved his hand and the sea of ​​blood began to churn again, with dense blood beads falling like raindrops.

The old Taoist repeatedly used the Milky Way to block his head, but the corrosive force of the sea of ​​blood was too strong, and he was always broken through by the Milky Way and smashed down on his body.

The increasingly dense raindrops almost made him despair.

Han Yu, if you don’t come soon, I will really die here.

If no one suppresses this old guy's sea of ​​blood, his words and actions will be of no use at all.

Apart from that move which had a huge backlash, he really couldn't think of any other divine law that could turn the situation around.

It was not until now that the old Taoist realized that all the things he had learned could only be used on living people. He was completely clueless when it came to inanimate objects.

The sea of ​​blood is Meng Yun's biggest trump card. He doesn't even need to do anything. The sea of ​​blood alone is enough to beat the old Taoist half to death.

But the old Taoist couldn't do anything to him.

It’s not that there is no way. The seven-step method cannot be used to treat falling, but it can still be used to treat unbearable abdominal pain.

However, these seem to be of no help to the current situation except increasing the opponent's murderous intent.

If Meng Yun hadn't been so persistent in refining him into the sea of ​​blood, he would have collapsed long ago.

But the torture of having your flesh cut by a soft knife is far more painful than death.

The old Taoist held up the stars several times and tried to fight his way out of the sea of ​​blood, but this endless red ocean seemed to never be exhausted.

No matter how the old Taoist charged, Meng Yun was still able to replenish the sea of ​​blood in the next moment.

"You can't get out. You have a good Dao Seed, but you chose the most bizarre one. You deserve to die."

Meng Yun sneered repeatedly, waved his hand, and the blood waves rushed up to the sky, and the next moment they rushed down.

The old Taoist's face was pale. He used his sword intent to condense a pseudo moon to fight against the sea of ​​blood pouring down above his head.

In the waves, scarlet water splashes, which is soul-stirring.

Even though the old Taoist held up the top of his head, he couldn't protect his surroundings.

The body enveloped by spiritual power was constantly torn by blood, especially the ankles, which had been scraped by blood until only white bones were left, looking extremely terrifying.

(End of this chapter)