The Demon Cultivator of the Sword

Chapter 73 Qian Yuan Burning Blood Power (Available for subscription)
"There are probably hundreds of thousands of these blood corpses. Even if I can kill them all, it will take a lot of effort. It is unwise. It is better to leave this place."

With a flash of his figure, Gu Yuan's figure became blurred, as if he had turned into a black airflow, rushing towards the outer edge of the mass grave.

Along the way, all the blood corpses were unable to lock onto his body. Occasionally, one or two blood corpses would block his way in advance, but he would casually chop off their heads with a sword. His momentum was unstoppable.

Compared to the mass grave where Gu Yuan was located, other places were even more dangerous.

But their danger does not only come from the land of ghosts.

Most of them are from the younger generation of the sixth-grade sects and the three royal families.

In the mountains.

The roar of the dragon shook the sky.

"Run! It's the Black Dragon Empire's Great Prince!"

"What? It's the Black Dragon Empire's Great Prince. We are dead! We are dead!"

"Please spare my life, my lord. I am willing to serve you."

Outside the ancient and majestic cave, dozens of seventh-rank sect disciples flew out howling like ghosts, some even using self-mutilating techniques just to increase their speed a little.

Others simply knelt down, wanting to pledge allegiance to the royal family of the Black Dragon Empire in order to save their lives.

"This prince does not accept useless trash."

The eldest prince of the Black Dragon Empire, wearing black clothes with dragon patterns, walked out of the cave. He sneered, without any obvious movements, only a dragon-shaped fist force.

Silently, the bodies of those who were fleeing were blown into a bloody mist, leaving no trace.

Same time, another place.

In the swamp.

Mo Yan glanced at the people who wanted to escape but didn't dare to, and said coldly: "Except for the seven sixth-grade sects and the three royal families, anyone who encounters me, Mo Yan, will have no choice but to die."

Upon hearing this, these people turned pale. They found a mutilated corpse in the swamp with a local high-level secret book on it. When they were fighting with each other, they actually invited Mo Yan, the most vicious and cruel person among the three major countries.

The opponent is known as Mo Yan, the Demon Eye, and he practices the top-level Earth-level martial arts, Tongtian Demonic Art. He is used to attacking the enemy's weaknesses and is ruthless and merciless.

It means leaving no one alive in the true sense of the word.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Mo Yan stretched out his body and pulled out layer upon layer of phantoms behind him, dragging them far away. He raised his hand and countless black palm shadows were shot out.

Ah!
A scream was heard, and the head of the nearest sect disciple was smashed into a bloody mist, and his body slid out dozens of meters, with no breath left.

Then came the second sect disciple, the third, and the fourth. Finally, there was only one seventh-grade sect disciple left, who was at the peak of the early Baoyuan realm and had also made it into the top 30 of the previous Potential Dragon List.

He was the only one among all the sect disciples present who reacted quickly and narrowly avoided a black palm shadow that Mo Yan sent towards him.

"Not bad, you were able to barely dodge my random attack. Hand over the secret book. In consideration of the unwritten rules set by the major sects, I can spare your life."

Mo Yan said expressionlessly.

"Okay, I'll give you the secret book."

No matter how precious the high-level earth-level secret book is, it is not as valuable as one's own life. The seventh-grade sect disciple threw the secret book to Mo Yan without hesitation.

"Demon Finger!"

Mo Yan took the secret book, put his index and middle fingers together, a faint light appeared on them, and stabbed at the opponent through the air.

The protective Qi was pierced, and the sharp finger light hit the seventh-rank sect disciple, creating a bloody hole the size of a bowl.

"you"

This seventh-rank sect disciple, whose strength was comparable to Wu Liangyu, died with his eyes open.

Mo Yan landed lightly in front of the other person and said casually, "I've said it before. Anyone who encounters me, Mo Yan, will die. No exceptions can be made. As for the unwritten rules set by the major sects, after destroying the body and covering up all traces, who would know it was me who did it?"

He sneered and dodged out. Before leaving, he raised his hand and slapped the opponent into a bloody mist from mid-air.

The vastness of the mass grave was beyond Gu Yuan's imagination. He flew over an area of ​​seven or eight thousand miles and saw tens of thousands of blood corpses die in his hands, including more than a dozen level five blood corpses that were equivalent to the peak warriors in the middle stage of Baoyuan Realm.

But the mass grave still stretches as far as the eye can see.

He flew another two or three thousand miles, killing tens of thousands of bloody corpses along the way, and then an amazing scene happened.

Those bloody corpses that were killed suddenly dissipated like smoke and dust, and then gathered together. In a moment, a blood-colored vortex more than ten meters in size formed in front of Gu Yuan, sucking Gu Yuan in.

"Was that a portal just now?"

pat!

When his feet touched solid ground, Gu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He then began to observe his surroundings and a smile soon appeared on his face.

"It seems that this place of ghost service is indeed full of dangers and opportunities."

He found himself in a stone chamber that was ten meters square. There were no facilities in the chamber except for a stone pillar about ten feet high. A white ball of light floated on top, and a blood-colored secret book could be vaguely seen inside.

Out of consideration for protecting the secret book, Gu Yuan did not use the sword. He flashed to the top of the stone pillar and used the Shocking Lightning Fist which he had not used for a long time.

Blood-red lightning flashed, the light ball disappeared, and the blood-red secret book fell into Gu Yuan's hands.

Gu Yuan landed lightly on the ground, lowered his head, and took a closer look. There were five big words written on the cover of the secret book: 'Qian Yuan Burning Blood Power'.

"I hope it's not tasteless."

The name of this technique tells us that it is not a serious technique. It is most likely an auxiliary magic technique.

However, auxiliary techniques like these are often accompanied by huge side effects when used.

Opening the first page, there was a line of words written on it, "Qian Yuan Burning Blood Technique, a high-level secret technique of the Earth Level. Once performed, it will burn one-third of the blood and essence in the body, extracting the hidden energy in it to increase one's own combat power. Note: A warrior in the Condensation Realm will die if performed, a warrior in the Embracing Origin Realm will increase combat power by 50%, a warrior in the Xingji Realm will increase combat power by 10% to 20%, and a warrior in the Spiritual Sea Realm will not work."

It is a high-level secret method at the earth level that can increase combat power!

Gu Yuan showed a look of joy, the result was better than he had imagined. As for burning one third of his body's blood and essence, with the Heavenly Demon Flower, he could completely ignore this impact.

Even if he is in a safe place, he can also get some other spiritual plants or pills from the sect to replenish his breath and recover.

At the same time, at the end of the corridor outside the stone room, there is a luxurious and ancient hall. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the hall is always burning, emitting bright and soft light, bringing a sense of security to the gloomy environment.

At the exit below the crystal lamp, three distinguished-looking disciples of the Tianyun Sect were blocking the exit. Among these three disciples, the young man in golden clothes in the middle was the most eye-catching.

The young man in gold clothes had a golden crown on his head. He had a slender and strong figure, a handsome face, eyes like shooting stars, and at the same time, he had a hint of murderousness, and gave people a sense of unruly and sternness.

Next to him, there was a black iron spear with flame patterns coiled around the gun body, spreading in a spiral shape to the gun tip, looking heavy and domineering.

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