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The blood clouds were hit by more red blood thunders, and the previous strange phenomena in the world were inclined to be completely disrupted.

The Blood Cloud Wasteland was already weird enough. Thinking of the next group of Rakshasa White Walkers, who were extremely powerful, were so strong that they broke in, Chen Hai's heart pounding.

Suddenly, a strange and bright sound came out, which was extremely strange, as if it had penetrated from the void in all directions of the Blood Cloud Wasteland. It was sharp and harsh, like a sing of Sanskrit and drum sound, full of evil and mysterious power, and strongly impacted Chen Hai's soul and thoughts that were staying in the sea of ​​consciousness of the puppet clone, as if he was about to tear Chen Hai's soul and thoughts apart.

Chen Hai covered the ears of the puppet clone, but this strange sound was everywhere. Perhaps it was the first subtle space in the Blood Cloud Wasteland that was invasive, and Chen Hai could not isolate the sound and crawled in.

Left ear had no reaction at this time. He seemed to be unwilling to be discovered by the existence outside the Blood Cloud Wasteland that he was still in the Blood Cloud Wasteland.

The voice became brighter and brighter, like an invisible heavy hammer, striking Chen Hai's soul and making him feel in pain.

At this time, Chen Hai wanted to cut off the connection with the snake bracelet, and wanted to get rid of the puppet clone, and return to the Medicine Master Garden where he was sitting cross-legged, but found that his soul and mind seemed to be imprisoned by this strange sound, so he could only endure the unspeakable pain like a skull-opening and brain-digging.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound full of evil and mysterious power gradually disappeared. As Chen Hai struggled in pain, the blood-corpse-like puppet clone was hunched and curled up its limbs, and there were also several skeletons of Rakshasa White Walkers dug out of the mud pit.

Chen Hai wanted to push the bones away, but looked up and saw the blood clouds above his head surging violently like magma.

The blood-colored electric arc lightning did not strike down again, but strangely condensed into a ball deep in the blood cloud, as if a huge blood wheel demon eye overlooking this desolate and strange land...

Soon, countless phantoms like ghosts floated out from the blood-colored demon eyes condensed by the lightning.

"There is an old ghost in the Rakshasa realm that has mastered the great formation of rebirth..." The old voice sounded again after disappearing for a long time.

Chen Hai no longer cared about whether his left ear would peek at what he was thinking, and silently gestured a middle finger in his heart to express his protest.

He didn't know how long the pain had lasted just now, but he thought that he would rather die than bear it again.

"Your soul and mind can withstand the refinement of the secret mantra of rebirth. I don't know how many people hope to get it," said Zuo Er's old voice. "These old ghosts in the Rakshasa domain cannot directly open the passage to the Blood Cloud Wasteland, but I didn't expect that they would actually regard the Blood Cloud Wasteland as the place where their lonely ghosts passed away!"

"The place of rebirth?" Chen Hai thought about what the hell was, but seeing the countless ghosts in their fictitious shapes pounced on the wreckage of the White Walkers covered with the earth, a thought flashed in his heart and asked in horror, "Can these be all the souls of the Rakshasa White Walkers, who rushed to the Blood Cloud Wasteland to reincarnate?"

"Although it's not exactly the same thing, it's almost done," Zuo Er seemed to regret his mistake, and did not forget to explain to Chen Hai, "No one of the old ghosts in the Rakshasa realm has truly mastered the laws of heaven and earth. His body will not be able to enter for a while, so let these lonely ghosts break in first and resurrect the bones of the white ghosts all over the ground..."

The White ghost skeletons all over the ground were already weird enough. Even more strange was that they saw countless ghost shadows and pounced on them. They soon saw these hideous skeletons, big or small, twisting, and they were about to sit up and stand up as if they were alive. The empty eye sockets were no longer empty, but like a bunch of ghost fires that were thrusting in their hearts, looking around gloomyly.

So damn it's time to survive!

Chen Hai used to think that thirty or fifty Rakshasa ghosts broke in, and he might be able to deal with it. At this time, he saw tens of thousands of ferocious remains, and he came alive like a soul-bearing person. His legs and feet were paralyzed, and he forgot to push away the broken bones on his body.

"Crack" a strange sound came...

If the puppet clone had a heart, Chen Hai thought that the heart of the puppet clone would be frightened at this moment. There was a White Walker skeleton resurrected in front of his eyes and nose, and then pressed on him and sat up.

However, this skeleton must have been lying here for too long. It was like a rusty machine. The ghost spirit had just been attached for a while and could not be integrated well. It could only sit up barely and struggle to stand up, but it staggered, as if it would fall apart at any time.

The White ghost seemed to notice the abnormality under him, and he stuffed two eye sockets like ghost fire, staring at Chen Hai under him, scaring Chen Hai so much that he wanted to cut off the connection between his thoughts and the snake bracelet immediately.

“Ga…”

The hideous white ghost like a skeleton opened and closed, emitting meaningless syllables, as if he was saying something to Chen Hai.

Chen Hai thought to himself, he should leave this strange place as it was not a place where people could stay.

"This White Walker treats you as a kind of person and asks you to help him stand up,"

The sound of the old left ear came again at this time.

"After all, those old ghosts were afraid of being backfired by the power of the laws of heaven and earth, so they did not dare to come in directly. They forced the rebirth formation and put so many lonely ghosts in it. They should want to completely consume the power of the temple so that they can come in safely in the future. Don't be afraid, these low-level White Walkers have very low IQs and will not see any flaws for a while..."

Why aren't you afraid? Even if these low-level White Walkers have extremely low IQs, they will not see any flaws for a while. Who doesn't feel scared when they stay in this ghost place? Chen Hai complained.

"These low-level White Walkers are bloody and bloody. Those old ghosts can only instill some simple will instill in them. Once they cannot discover the temple, they will soon kill each other - this will also be a rare opportunity for you to practice blood and refine demon bodies." Zuo Er said.

Chen Hai thought to himself that even if these countless low-level White Walkers were resurrected and immediately killed each other, he would be involved, and he would be dead and alive. What should he talk about cultivation?

What, blood refining the demon body?

Chen Hai suddenly captured the key information in the words of Zuo Er.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Chen Hai would completely cut off the connection with the snake bracelet and did not give substantial benefits, the left ear finally let go: "Although the secret form of martial arts you have learned is not complete, there are nearly a hundred kinds, and it is just right to practice the secret method of Rakshasa blood refining..."

"The secret method of refining Rakshasa blood?"

"Don't ask too much. I want to hide the temple deeper, and I also want to directly penetrate the secret method of Rakshasa blood refining and some simple Rakshasa words into the sea of ​​consciousness of the puppet clone. It will help some of your soul and mind merge with the sea of ​​consciousness of the puppet clone. It consumes a lot and you don't have the energy to explain too much to you," said the left ear voice anxiously, "What you have to remember is that once you practice the Nirvana Blood Refining Great Method, you will have some soul and mind, which will completely integrate with the puppet clone. At that time, you can no longer give up the puppet clone easily; in addition, for your true body, do not easily practice the secret method of Rakshasa blood refining..."

Chen Hai thought to himself that his true body could not practice the secret method of Rakshasa blood refining, how meaningful it would be. But when Zuo Er's tone was so serious, he thought that the secret method of Rakshasa blood refining was not simple, and he probably would have to throw the finished alchemy technique a few streets. People like Zhou Jingyuan dared to put a heavy bet on him, and he would have to fight a big shot no matter how hard he was.

Thinking of this, Chen Hai made up his mind and said, "You pass on the secret method of refining Rakshasa blood to me..."

As soon as Chen Hai finished speaking, a wave of golden light surged from the depths of the puppet clone's sea of ​​consciousness, wrapping up his soul and mind.

The next moment, his soul and mind were as if completely integrated into the sea of ​​consciousness of the puppet clone, and no longer always had a gap like before. At this moment, the body of the puppet clone seemed to be his body, and the hands and feet of the puppet clone were his hands and feet...

It was like his soul and mind at this moment, truly divided into two independent and closely connected existences.

Chen Hai had no time to experience the subtle feelings again, and the strange sound full of evil spirit power sounded everywhere again.

This time, the strange sound did not last long, and soon the huge demonic eye gathered with bloody lightning suddenly exploded, turning into a vast blood rain, drifting down to the blood clouds.

This is a ghost.

Chen Hai escaped into another world with the Dragon Emperor Cang Yu, and thought he was very eye-opening. When he saw the scene in front of him, he still felt extremely strange and incredible.

The blood cloud wasteland was cracked and dried up. He had not seen any rain falling from the blood clouds for half a year. At this time, it was actually raining blood!

Most of the bones attached to the ghost of Rakshasa were unable to move, and were still adapting to the new environment. At this time, they saw blood rain falling in the sky, and they all got up one after another, using their strength to suck their chins and wanted to survive the blood rain...

Soon, blood rain dripped on Chen Hai's puppet clone, and the burning pain was so burning that it felt not rain but sulfuric acid, but it was not thought of avoiding it, because he felt that every drop of blood rain had a mysterious power, and in this burning pain, it poured into the puppet clone's body.

Chen Hai guessed that this blood rain was created by the old ghosts of the Rakshasa domain in the left ear mouth, strengthening the lonely ghosts who entered the blood cloud wasteland.

His guess was soon confirmed, and blood rain poured down. The bones were like a layer of blood membranes, quickly absorbing more blood rains filled with mysterious power, and growing membranes and flesh.

The skeletons like skeletons turned into ferocious and terrifying Rakshasa blood corpses, and at the same time became more flexible and more powerful.

The blood corpses of Rakshasa stood up in the blood cloud wasteland and roared to the sky. Soon, a mysterious and unrefused will in their minds began to revive, controlling these countless blood corpses-like Rakshasa White Walkers slowly gathered towards the place where the temple sank.

Most of the blood corpses of Rakshasa are as tall as Chen Hai's puppet clones and move more slowly. However, when they saw those giant corpses of Rakshasa that were seventeen or eighteen meters long, Chen Hai was trembling in his heart, thinking, aren't he tired of killing these trolls?

"Ao!"

A shocking roar almost tore the blood cloud covering the earth apart. A hideous blood dragon, which was beyond imagination, flew out of a rift valley, spreading its teeth and claws, and was about to fly towards the direction where the temple was sunk.

Chen Hai once saw the bones of the blood dragon. Unlike the gray-white or blue-black dry bones, the bones of the blood dragon are golden, as if they were made of gold. Even if there were only a pile of skeletons like giant tombs left in the wasteland, it still gave people the feeling that there was a terrifying power hidden in it.

Chen Hai did not expect that the soul of the Rakshasa White Walker would be resurrected in the dragon bone made of gold!

"Bang!" A ray of lightning suddenly came out of the blood cloud, turning into a thunder pillar connecting the sky, slashing towards the blood dragon's hideous head.

"Ao!" The blood dragon roared and turned around and hid deep into the rift, but in an instant, thousands of thunder pillars had gathered in the blood clouds, all covering the rift where the blood dragon fell.

"The laws of heaven and earth in the Blood Cloud Wasteland are still working?" Chen Hai asked Zuo'er with fear when he saw this scene, thinking that his left ear should not have such powerful power at this time, otherwise he would not have brought the temple to the ground...
Chapter completed!