957: C957 Death Spirit Blood

C957 Death Spirit Blood

The other two agreed, and the old man waved his hand. The sky, which was supposed to be clear, was suddenly filled with dark clouds, and pure white lightning kept appearing from within.

Zhao Feng was envious. It would be great if he had such an ability. He didn't need to look at the weather to eat the magic of replacing the Heavenly Palm Lightning. This was the true technique of a deity.

The last middle-aged man had a Buddha that was dozens of meters tall on his back. He walked straight into the death zone, and golden lotuses kept appearing on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the armored Death Spirit snorted coldly and said, "Let's attack together and turn these three humans into Death Apostles. I would like to see if they still have such methods after becoming Death Apostles."

The other Spirit of Death nodded. If he was the only one here, he would definitely turn around and leave without saying anything.

However, things were different now. There was another Death Spirit by his side. Adding on the fact that he had schemed for that matter, he had used up quite a bit of the Death Spirit's accumulated resources over the years.

At this moment, he would not allow himself to fail. Otherwise, he would not have such a chance next time.

Immediately, a wave of black Qi surged out from the ground and slowly condensed into the shape of numerous soldiers. As far as the eye could see, there were countless black masses.

"Today, I'll let you all see my methods. This is my territory."

As he spoke, the Spirit of Death stretched out its hand and beckoned. The army formed by the black Qi rushed towards the three human experts. The first to bear the brunt was the middle-aged man and the golden Buddha behind him.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man snorted coldly. "A clown."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden Buddha behind him stretched out his hand and slapped. His huge palm directly crushed a group of soldiers condensed from the aura of death.

However, when he saw this, the Spirit of Death did not panic. This was a land of death. He could get as many of these things as he wanted.

The only thing that the golden Buddha could erase was the shell of the aura of death.

Upon discovering this, the middle-aged man's expression immediately turned ugly.

"Capture the bandits first, capture the king. Don't kill those soldiers of the aura of death, deal with the Spirit of Death directly."

The young man in the air said.

The middle-aged man nodded. His expression was solemn as he made a strange gesture. In an instant, he fused with the golden Buddha and rushed towards the golden Buddha.

"Friend, you should have shown your hand!"

The Spirit of Death, who was severely injured by Zhao Feng, nodded and took a deep breath. He knew that he would not be able to survive if he did not fight with all his might today.

This thing was like a wild beast. The more injured the beast was, the more he could not afford to provoke it. Otherwise, you would never know how they would go all out.

With a flick of his finger, a drop of black blood fell to the ground. In an instant, the sky changed. A ray of moonlight penetrated the dark clouds and shone on the spot where the drop of blood was.

A giant wolf that was completely formed by the aura of death appeared. Surprisingly, there were traces of a crescent moon above the head of the giant wolf.

"Moonhowl Wolf King? Good technique."

Seeing this scene, another Spirit of Death praised.

Weapons were more important than quantity. Even though he could summon an army of thousands of soldiers, they were all a bunch of trash. Fighting and using up energy was fine, but if he were to really deal with a top expert, it would really be nothing.

But this Moonhowl Wolf King was different. The Moonhowl Wolf King was originally a top level demonic beast. Adding on the fact that it was now a body made of death energy, it was immune to a lot of damage. It could be said that this thing could fight against a top tier master.

The spirit of death that was severely wounded by Zhao Feng didn't say anything. It just smiled.

No one knew that his heart was bleeding. One should know that the Spirit of Death was a body made entirely of death energy. Therefore, it was very difficult to wear it down. It could even cancel out most of the attacks.

He had used a drop of blood to summon the Howling Moon Wolf King. Perhaps others thought that it was the effect of magic.

But only he himself knew that it was his true lifeblood. Death spirit blood, the end of death spirits, could actually be cultivated into a human form. It was not this illusory form, but a real person.2

At that time, the Death Spirit would be freed from the shackles of the form.

Then how could it be transformed? Nine is the highest, nine is the extreme, and also the sun. If the Spirit of Death wanted to transform into a human, then it would have to produce nine drops of blood, using this as the foundation to link up its entire body.

These nine drops of blood were also particular, corresponding to the different locations of the human body.

They were respectively wearing nine shoes, three on the left, seven on the right, two on the right, four on the shoulders, 68 on the feet, five in the center.

Each part represented a part of the human body. After refining these nine parts of blood, one would be able to truly reverse Yin and Yang. Whether it was the dead or the human body, it was all within a single thought of one's.

Of course, this was not so easy either. Take this drop of blood as an example! Why was no one able to recognize it? Even the other person who was similarly a dead soul did not know?

Because he didn't have it either. So he didn't know that this heavily injured Death Spirit had condensed such a drop of Death Spirit Blood by chance.

If not for the fact that the situation today was extremely critical, If he didn't make any noise, it would be difficult for him to survive. He would definitely not give up on this drop of blood.

However, since he had already done so, he might as well do it cleanly. The nine drops of blood of the dead represented a part of the human body, and they faintly merged with the Grand Dao.

Using this kind of thing as a price, the existence that was summoned was not ordinary. Even if the true Howling Moon Wolf King stood here, it might not be a match for the Death Spirit that summoned this thing.

Sure enough, this Wolf King was just a pounce. The golden Buddha that the middle-aged man made was already dim and dull. It pounced once again and was directly crushed into pieces.

The middle-aged man flew out of it. "Hurry up and do it. This thing is not simple."

The three human experts knew how strong the golden Buddha that he made was. Even experts of the same level might not be able to break through its defense.

However, it was this thing that was shattered by just two attacks. This Moonhowl Wolf King's strength was definitely above theirs.

The two experts in the sky didn't hold back anymore. The lightning in the sky directly descended towards the Howling Moon Wolf King. The pure white lightning carried heavenly might and was insufferably arrogant.

However, when the lightning touched the Moonhowl Wolf King, it was blocked by its claw. With a force, the lightning directly shattered and turned into wandering spiritual energy between heaven and earth. The white lightning did not display the slightest bit of power and disappeared just like that.

Zhao Feng sucked in a breath of cold air. The things he saw today were really too bizarre. They were faintly challenging his bottom line.

Thunder could actually be shattered by a single palm. Just what kind of expert could do this?!

The young man who had not made a move all this time could not hold it in anymore. He directly threw out the golden word 'suppress' in his hand.

However, the direction he threw out wasn't the Howling Moon Wolf King, but the Death Spirit that had summoned the Howling Moon Wolf King.

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