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Chapter 455 Martial Soul Mutation, Su Ming's Plan (Please Subscribe!!!)

The crimson spring water, controlled by the blood spring, flew back towards the center.

Along the way, those fallen ones who couldn't resist charging forward all screamed in agony.

This is because the blood poison in these crimson springs is even stronger.

If the few people who were just hit by the blood arrows were severely injured by the blood arrows themselves, and then died from the blood poison and the devouring of their blood energy, then those who are dying now are dying from the blood poison eroding their entire bodies. Their skin quickly turns black, and then they collapse.

Even if it was just a scratch on their arm, the blood poison would quickly erode their entire bodies through the wound, and they would all collapse in an instant.

After two consecutive harvests, Blood Spring's objective has been achieved.

At least half of those who came to kill him died.

However, Xuequan's face was ashen.

The crimson spring water that returned to his body turned his entire body black.

The blood poison even began to erode him.

Blood Spring's martial spirit can devour the enemy's life force to restore itself, but it also produces blood poison, which is a limitation for it.

But today he used this tactic in reverse, directly generating a large amount of blood poison, regardless of whether he would suffer a backlash.

The soul power that had been completely depleted in his body was instantly replenished, and even increased by three levels.

The exposed skin of the Blood Spring turned black.

However, unlike those who were poisoned to death, Blood Spring was not poisoned instantly.

He stared intently at the remaining survivors.

"Looks like we can kill a few more."

His eyes flashed with ferocity as he lunged at one of them.

He was fast and agile, and in a flash he was in front of his opponent.

Although these fallen individuals who only dare to block people all have at least a dozen consecutive wins, they are still a level below Blood Spring.

As the Blood Spring charged towards him, he quickly retreated, but the Blood Spring still managed to grab him, its dark hand tearing a gash in his arm. Black blood then flowed directly into his body through the wound.

His expression changed drastically, a knife appeared in his hand, and he severed the arm, screaming as he retreated.

Blood Spring was also surprised by the other party's decisiveness.

He looked down at the severed arm he was clutching, and his anger intensified.

Today, he is doomed to die.

The blood poison entered his body, corroding his entire being, and the Blood Spring Martial Soul completely merged with his blood.

He dashed around in all directions.

Those who were scratched by him were immediately infected by the blood poison.

Those who hurt him and accidentally come into contact with his blood are also infected by his blood poison.

The deadly blood poison that he had previously suppressed has now become his deadly weapon.

The more Blood Spring killed, the more excited he became, feeling that even if he died today, killing everyone would have been worth it.

until--

"Why am I not dead yet?"

The surrounding enemies, their skin blackened, lay motionless on the ground.

Blood Spring stood there blankly.

He felt pain all over his body, but it was precisely this pain that reminded him that he was still alive.

He hurriedly summoned his martial spirit.

The next moment, a black lake of blood emerged.

This was no longer a fountain of blood, nor did it appear above his head; instead, it gathered directly at his feet, centered on him.

A lake submerged all the bodies, and then swallowed them whole.

The next moment, where the corpses had been submerged, the black lake water bubbled and rose, and black figures emerged, standing there like puppets.

Blood Spring was also shocked by this scene.

He swallowed.

He tried to control the black puppets around him and was overjoyed.

"My martial spirit has mutated!"

Although he could feel his body constantly suffering from the mutation of his martial soul, his strength had undoubtedly increased significantly. In fact, it seemed he no longer needed to worry about the blood poison!

"These puppets can help me withstand the poison."

Blood Spring's facial muscles twitched incessantly as he struggled to suppress his excitement.

He really wanted to laugh out loud, to laugh wildly.

However, with many people watching from afar, he could only leave expressionlessly and head towards the outer city.

The outer city is a safe zone where fighting is prohibited, but you have to hand over two Scarlet Marys every month.

Scarlet Mary is blood, whether it's your own or someone else's, and it can be used as hard currency in Killing City. According to the Killing City's standard of two cups, it's roughly equivalent to one pound.

One month, one pound of blood.

Blood Spring returned to the outer city, found a secluded, dilapidated house, crawled inside, and began to assess his situation.

As he moved, the black puppets moved with him.

Those around them whispered among themselves upon seeing this.

"This blood spring actually had this hidden trick up its sleeve."

"No, it's not hidden, this guy's martial soul seems to have mutated."

"That guy got lucky."

Due to the high pressure, drinking too much Scarlet Mary, or being affected by the murderous aura here, cases of martial soul mutation are common in the Killing City.

Although most of them are harmful to the human body, they are all related to killing intent, and a few can even greatly enhance one's strength.

Within the spiritual sea of ​​Blood Spring.

Su Ming quietly observed his surroundings.

"The faith within this City of Slaughter is truly profound."

Su Ming was referring to the Rakshasa faith.

He just mobilized the Rakshasa faith to help Blood Spring's martial soul mutate.

Blood Spring's martial soul is inherently an evil martial soul, but its drawbacks are obvious. Blood Spring is also cautious and has not allowed the blood poison to increase, but has been suppressing it. Therefore, its evil martial soul nature is only used as a minor cheat.

Su Ming was quite surprised when he first discovered this person.

He could sense that the Blood Spring Martial Soul had a huge bug, but he only used it as a minor cheat. As soon as the blood poison showed signs of increasing, he would immediately suppress it. When he devoured the life force and blood energy of his enemies, he would first restore his own condition before improving his cultivation. However, after he recovered, the blood poison would often start to grow. Therefore, he rarely relied on the Blood Spring to devour others to cultivate.

Su Ming was speechless.

I looked down on this evil spirit master.

Then, I went to him.

Of course, Su Ming did not confront Blood Spring directly, nor did he let Blood Spring know of his existence.

He was merely hiding within the Blood Spring, driving the mutation of his martial soul.

"The Blood Spring has evolved into the Blood Lake, and he has gained the ability to control puppets. He should be able to maintain a 100-game winning streak," Su Ming pondered.

Of course, he had no intention of letting Blood Spring go out.

He intends to use the blood spring to draw the abyss in.

As for the method of attracting them, it is naturally through sacrifice.

Su Ming possessed both coordinates and insights into the laws of the abyss.

With a sufficient amount of sacrifice, one can always stir up the abyss.

Su Ming gradually fell silent.

Xuequan studied the changes in his own martial soul on his own.

"My martial soul evolves into a blood lake. Any living person swallowed by the blood lake will become my puppet, or blood slave. The more blood slaves I have, the wider the range my blood lake can spread. At the same time, both the blood slaves and the blood lake itself can contain blood poison, so I basically don't have to worry about blood poison anymore."

A cruel and fierce light flashed in Xuequan's eyes.

"Hahaha, it seems my Blood Spring still has a chance to see the light of day again!"

One hundred consecutive wins!
Whether it was the rapid increase in soul power or the control of blood slaves in the Blood Lake, he was extremely confident in dealing with the next fifty hellish killing arenas.

If I can get a hundred consecutive wins, I can leave this hellish place.

Leaving here will improve my cultivation, and a wonderful life awaits me!

(End of this chapter)