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This Purple Blood Pill is extremely difficult to refine.
The required material is the essence and blood of dragon-like demon cultivators. Transformation demon cultivators are already extremely rare, and the dragon's body contains the blood of the immortals of heaven and earth. Even just a trace of it is extremely precious.
This Purple Blood Pill itself contains majestic energy, and it can also completely stimulate the potential in the monk's body, allowing the monk to explode with far greater combat power than usual in a short period of time.
The Purple Blood Pill in the hands of the purple-haired young man was not really made from the essence and blood of the transformed dragon demon cultivator. Otherwise, even if he took the Purple Blood Pill, he would have exploded and died on the spot. What he had swallowed The Purple Blood Pill comes from a dragon in the demon pill stage. It is refined by extracting its essence and blood in the body. In terms of effectiveness, it is less than one-tenth of the real Purple Blood Pill, but even so, it is enough for the purple-haired young man to burst out with super combat power.
Feeling the terrifying power contained in the dark flames coming out of the purple-haired young man's body, Han Changlin and Mu Qingxue's expressions changed drastically at the same time.
The purple-haired young man put one palm up in front of his chest, and an obscure spell sounded in his mouth again. At the same time, a purple light shield emerged from his chest, wrapping him in it in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Han Changlin's bronze little Ge happened to fall down, covering the purple-haired young man and the purple ball into it.
But no matter how much the fire net transformed by the Extreme Yang True Fire burned, there was still nothing that could be done about the purple ball.
At this time, Han Changlin saw a purple light flashing on the palm of the purple-haired young man's chest, which became more and more intense.
"Purple Ying Demonic Light?"
Han Changlin's face became extremely ugly, and Mu Qingxue's pretty face was also pale and bloodless at the moment. She had no confidence that she could withstand this terrifying purple devil's evil light again.
Han Changlin's eyes flickered and he was hesitant in his heart, but he glanced at Mu Qingxue, whose face was colorless, and a look of determination appeared on his face.
Han Changlin gritted his teeth secretly and hid his right hand under his abdomen, as if he was accumulating something.
In his palm, a colorful color suddenly appeared out of thin air, and as time flew by, this colorful color gradually became more intense.
Han Changlin understood that no matter what, he could not let the purple-haired young man unleash the Purple Ying Demon Evil again. This kind of magical secret technique was incredibly powerful.
At this moment, there is a high probability that he will die directly, so he no longer cares about hiding his methods. No matter what, he must first find a way to kill the purple-haired young man.
This colorful glow is actually the energy of the five internal organs that he has condensed for decades. It is an extremely mysterious sword energy.
It's just that Han Changlin has not refined the Star Sword Pill after all. Although the five-color sword light is extremely powerful, it is rootless duckweed after all. If you use a trace, you will lose a trace.
However, Han Changlin, who had tried the power of this five-colored sword before, was somewhat confident.
Sure enough, almost in a breath, the mana in Han Changlin's dantian was sucked out, making him extremely pale. But fortunately, Han Changlin had already swallowed a few pills to restore his mana, and the mana in his dantian was Slowly, another stream of mana was produced, replenishing his losses.
The light of the five-colored sword light became more and more intense, making it almost impossible to look directly at it. Mu Qingxue also looked at Han Changlin with a horrified face. Although she could not tell the power of the five-colored sword light, but just from the dazzling light During this time, she felt a dangerous feeling that made her heart palpitate.
Chi Yunyun was leaning on a dark rock, her pale and pretty face full of astonishment. Like Mu Qingxue, she felt a dangerous aura from the colorful sword light that frightened her.
The purple-haired young man who was reciting the spell suddenly opened his eyes. After seeing the colorful sword light, a look of horror appeared on his face. The sound of the spell stopped suddenly, and the purple light group on his chest slowly rotated. .
"go."
After sensing the danger of Han Changlin's colorful sword light, the purple-haired young man took the initiative to interrupt the spell. Although the Ziying Demonic Demon had not yet reached its strongest attack power, in order to prevent Han Changlin from completing the infusion of mana, he chose to activate it in advance. .
A thick purple aura shot towards Han Changlin. Han Changlin's face was full of cruelty, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he spoke a word with a single finger.
"break."
A streak of multicolored light flashed away, directly spanning a distance of several feet, rushing straight into the purple aura, and then split the purple aura into two parts under everyone's horrified gaze.
The purple light transformed by the Ziying Devil was directly cut off, and the white light suddenly accelerated in the direction of the purple-haired young man. After a slight flash, it disappeared without a trace.
The purple-haired young man didn't even have the thought of dodge before he felt his whole body go limp. He watched with horror on his face as the purple demonic light he sent was cut open in the middle and turned into purple auras flying around.
A ray of colorful light passed through the chest of the purple-haired young man, followed a long path, and finally disappeared.
The purple-haired young man lowered his head and saw a small hole the size of a thumb on his chest, with a faint white light shining outside the hole.
A sense of powerlessness surged into the consciousness of the purple-haired young man. His face was full of unwillingness, as if he couldn't believe that he had been defeated like this, at the hands of an unknown inner disciple of Liang Kingdom.
"Snapped!"
The purple-haired young man fell to the ground, his eyes closed tightly, his face turned pale, and he was no longer breathing.
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At this time, Mu Qingxue, who was not far away, obviously sensed something was wrong. She pointed at the spiritual weapon beside her and shot it directly above the body of the purple-haired young man, and then balls of flames rolled down.
He directly wrapped the body of the purple-haired young man. In the blink of an eye, the body of the purple-haired young man was burned to ashes, leaving a dark storage bag in place.
Han Changlin waved lightly with a calm face, and the dark storage bag turned into a black light and shot towards Han Changlin. Han Changlin grabbed it in his hand and put it in his arms without looking at it.
Mu Qingxue saw all this and didn't say anything.
Immediately afterwards, Han Changlin waved again, and the storage bag and a spirit animal bag on the waist of the dead Kuang Hantian fell into Han Changlin's hands, and were taken into his arms without a red face and a heartbeat.
Seeing this scene, Chi Yunyun in the distance also opened her mouth slightly, looking surprised.
As for the body of the purple-haired young man, it had been reduced to ashes, which showed that what this person said earlier that he was a clone of the evil spirit and could not re-enter reincarnation was true.
Even if he really still has his soul, it disappeared under the burning fire from Mu Qingxue and lost his body. The monk's soul is very fragile, and ordinary ordinary fire is enough to threaten it.
Han Changlin came to the black pool in the center of the mountain top and looked at a dark stone on the stone pillar in the center of the pool, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
But this time he did not take action. Instead, he glanced at Chi Yunyun who came to him and said:
"Fellow Daoist Chi, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, it's just..."
A trace of blood returned to Chi Yunyun's pale face. She looked at her empty left side with a sad expression on her face.
Seeing this, Han Changlin didn't say much.
"Thanks to Fellow Daoist Han this time."
At some point, Mu Qingxue also came to the edge of the black pool.
"How do you divide this innate evil stone, fellow Taoist Mu,"
After pondering for a while, Han Changlin spoke.
Mu Qingxue frowned slightly as she looked at the dark stone in the center of the black pool. The purpose of their trip was to kill the purple-haired young man and thereby provoke a dispute between the Liang Kingdom and the Canglang Prairie clan. This innate evil spirit Shi was also an unexpected gain.
But the purple-haired young man valued this stone so much. Needless to say, it was precious. Moreover, she had heard the strong monk from Liang Kingdom say before that the reason why the purple-haired young man wanted to get this stone was.
The main reason is to bring it back to Umoluo to practice Jieluo's Nine Transformations Spiritual Technique. Once he masters this magic technique, he has a high probability of entering the Nascent Soul Dzogchen.
Nascent Soul Dzogchen is already the most powerful existence besides the legendary cultivators in the transformation stage. In the world of cultivation, monks who have Nascent Soul Dzogchen are uniformly given the title of "Great Monk".
It indicates the difference between them and ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, and once they enter the Nascent Soul Dzogchen, their combat power will also undergo earth-shaking changes. It is rumored that the difference between the Nascent Soul cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage and the Nascent Soul Dzogchen is as follows It is the same difference between the Golden Elixir Dzogchen and the Nascent Soul stage.
Both of them seem to be in the Nascent Soul stage, but their strength is enough to cross a large realm.
It can be seen from this that if you can step into the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul, this innate demonic stone must be extremely precious, and nine times out of ten it is really the legendary innate spiritual material.
Mu Qingxue was naturally very cautious about how to distribute such things.
Except for the fallen Kuang Hantian, the only ones left in their group were themselves, Han Changlin and Chi Yunyun.
But there is only one stone, who should it be given to? Mu Qingxue couldn't help but frown tightly.
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