In this moment of lightning and flint, Jiang Dali did not choose to draw his sword. Instead, at the moment when he leaned forward, his five fingers popped out one after another, pointing towards Xuruo Wumian's door, pointing sharply and making a hissing sound.

His expression was full of demonic energy, and he was completely in a state of level 9 demonic nature.

In this state, everything around you seems to slow down.

Xu Ruowu's body leaping backwards, the movement trajectories of Blood Monk and Wang Guifei's avoidance, etc., were all recorded in his mind in perfect detail, and his brain quickly calculated the best attack route at the moment.

Xu Ruowu Hou Zongjian originally thought that Jiang Dali was about to draw his sword, but unexpectedly the opponent turned out to be just a fake move. He still chose the most direct, simple and fastest attack method. His body was still in mid-air, and he immediately shot with both hands in shock.

He gestured with various moves, vaguely blocking all Jiang Dali's approaches.

Bang!

Jiang Dali's figure turned into a blur and disappeared.

All that was left was a series of sharp fingerings that surged wildly, drowning the void.

Like a strong wind blowing by, Jiang Dali's figure rushed straight towards the two blood monks like a wild horse.

Xu Ruowu's figure rushed forward, and suddenly his legs gave way and he fell to his knees. Blood arrows suddenly shot out from his forehead, heart, throat and other parts of his body. His face turned livid, and the ghost king died.

"Run away!"

The blood monk slapped the royal concubine with his palm, knocking her body directly into the secret door. He roared angrily, and the blood vessels under his skin burst. The rich bloody smell was overwhelming, and the muscles all over his body swelled like tumors, and even broke.

The arm was strangely temporarily repaired as the flesh and blood squirmed, and he suddenly rushed towards Jiang Dali like a wild beast and roared, "Your opponent is me!!"

"You don't deserve it!!"

Jiang Dali's face was filled with demonic aura, and his whole body was full of momentum. He condensed into steel-like ferocious momentum and pressure, and pressed hard towards the opponent.

With a kick, his shoes and the ground exploded like tofu. The old tree's thick arm punched out, violently hitting the blood monk's head. The opponent quickly crossed his hands and blocked him.

"Click!!!"

The impact was like a city wall collapsing, instantly breaking the blood monk's newly repaired arm and bursting open again. Severe pain like tearing was felt. His feet quickly retreated to release the force, trampling the ground as violently as tofu.

open.

"Hold it!"

"You can't stand it!"

Jiang Dali's astonishing momentum once again exploded under the Nine-Xuan Dafa. He ignored the corrosive effects of the surrounding blood on his body and swung out another punch like a whip, hitting the blood monk's neck.

The air trembled violently, and this punch was like a big gun bent by huge force, unstoppable.

The blood monk yelled, his eyes blazing with blood, and a thick arm that was not broken was instantly intercepted in front of his neck.

Bang!——

A shock wave of violent energy exploded.

The surrounding screens, windows and even the tiles on the roof exploded and shattered.

The blood monk's arm was shattered, and his body was flung out like a rag bag. He was hit hard against the wall, causing the wall to crack outwards and collapse. The moment he landed, his neck was weirdly bent and broken.

However, even so, the long blood bar on his head was still not cleared.

Impatience and murderous intent flashed across Jiang Dali's eyes, and his footsteps made ravines on the ground like wolf's claws. He was about to rush in and punch this tough, big-muscled opponent when his senses suddenly screamed with alarms.

The blood monk's body was as quiet as a mountain, his eyes suddenly widened, and his whole body suddenly swelled.

Jiang Dali quickly stopped, stretched his arms and then drew a circle, a moment of golden energy appeared——

The blood monk's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a loud bang, covering a three-foot-square area around the door. Some stones turned into powder, the roof was completely blown away, and the ground felt like it had been swept and plowed.

Chichi——

The golden bell shield outside Jiang Dali's body collapsed, and the golden light all over his body flashed sharply. His feet were hit by the huge impact, plowing two ravines on the ground, and his mind and soul felt as painful as being hit hard by a heavy hammer.

Feeling, almost all three flowers were broken.

A strange, bloodthirsty and crazy voice emerged in his mind at this moment, full of malice.

"Who... who dares to kill my disciple who turned into blood!! I..."

"Amitabha!"

The brilliance of the broken mirror behind Jiang Dali flashed, and the vibrations of the heavenly monk's soul full of Buddha nature were heard, which directly weakened the bloodthirsty and crazy voice.

That wisp of bloodthirsty soul brand was greedily and arbitrarily absorbed into it by the self-activated Realm Breaking Pearl.

A while passed.

In the house filled with the strong smell of blood, Jiang Dali regained his breath and frowned as he looked at the corrosive layer of blood and minced meat covering his body.

This layer of blood stains even made him feel that his skin was corroded and painful even in the golden state. From time to time, "-111" and "-98" negative damage appeared on his head.

From the beginning of the battle until now, this corrosive damage has caused him to lose almost 10% of his health.

"The magic power of transforming blood is well-deserved... I'm afraid this blood monk has practiced this evil skill to the top level among gods and humans, otherwise he wouldn't be able to restrain my indestructible vajra body."

Jiang Dali secretly thought, his whole body was shaken, and the Vajra Qi instantly shook away all the filth all over his body, completely getting rid of the pain of being corroded by the blood-transforming magic.

The blood-transforming magical skill is famous and powerful. Although those who practice it will not end well, if they can really receive the true teaching like a formal disciple like Monk Xue, they will indeed be able to develop astonishing strength.

If Jiang Dali's practice of refining swords with blood was still a child's play before, those who practice the magical skill of transforming blood almost treat blood refining as a feast and wish they could hold it every day.

The more this evil technique absorbs human blood and the more pure it is refined, the more powerful it will become.

He can even practice to the point where he can become as powerful as the Blood-Transforming God Lord and reach the state of true return.

"Amitabha!"

The voice of the heavenly monk's soul contacted Jiang Dali's heart from Pojingzhu Nei, "This monk must have been an eminent monk in the past, and all the martial arts he just performed have traces of my Buddhist martial arts.

For example, the previous secret method was similar to the Tantric Mahamudra and the True Fire of Conquering Demons.

In addition, the self-destruction method used just now is a method of destroying essence and self-destruction, which is a secret skill from Tianzhu.

This technique can cause people's essence and blood to explode and kill them. The inferior ones will rupture their blood vessels. Like this monk, it explodes into a mist of blood for a day, injuring the enemy invisible, but it is the highest state."

"oh?"

Jiang Dali's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of Zhu Wuwu who also blew himself up and died.

It's just that Zhu Wuli's method of self-destruction is obviously not the powerful self-destruction method just now.

Thinking of the bloodthirsty voice that sounded like the blood-transforming god just now, Jiang Dali's face became solemn. While asking the Heavenly Monk, he quickly turned around and rushed towards the dark secret door below.

As a result, he rushed over, but because he was too big after his transformation, he got stuck in the secret door passage that was only three feet long and wide.

"grass!"

Jiang Dali held his hands on the sticky ground covered with blood, veins bulged on his forehead, and he wanted to slap the craftsman who built the secret door.

Can you please stop being so petty and suddenly understand why the blood monk had no body before he transformed...

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