As dozens of people died in the fight, the treasure house could no longer contain the blood mist, which began to fill the sky above the Qian family.
At this time, many corpses fell to the ground in the Treasure Pavilion.
What no one noticed was that, apart from part of the blood of these corpses spilling into the blood mist, most of it seemed to have its own consciousness and flowed to one place involuntarily.
The blood flowed cleanly, and the vitality that had not yet spilled out of these corpses was also absorbed. The bodies that had been full just now were as dry as grass and turned into mummy.
Then it continued to shrink until it became a ball, and the clothes on it collapsed with the support of the body. Finally, the body inside disappeared, leaving only the incomplete clothes on the ground.
The disappeared blood and energy were all crawling upstairs one after another.
At this time, there was already a sea of blood upstairs, and countless bloody tentacles were connected to a person sitting cross-legged on the ground in the middle.
There was also an extremely long knife placed on the man's legs. At this time, the knife was as quiet as an ordinary sword.
But what is different from ordinary swords is that there are countless tentacles hovering around its body, repairing the cracks on its body.
The person sitting on the ground was none other than Zhao Lei, and what was placed on his legs was the unruly demon knife.
One person and one sword sat cross-legged on the ground like this. There was only the sound of the sea of blood surging in the entire space, and countless spirits were sucked by Zhao Lei and the demon sword.
After a long time, Zhao Lei took a long breath.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a red light flashed from his eyes.
Zhao Lei looked at the demon knife on his leg, his heart still throbbing, and he couldn't help but think of the previous scene in his mind.
At that time, Zhao Lei was covered in blood, with cracks all over his body, his hair was gray, and even his delicate face was wrinkled.
Even so, Zhao Lei still squeezed the mana from his body desperately and charged towards the demon knife.
I don't know if he was affected by the demon sword or if the previous scene of the two emperors infected him.
At this time, Zhao Lei also became obsessed with it, and he was very stubborn and wanted to fight with this demon sword to the death.
It was rare for Zhao Lei to risk his life to do something without considering interests or himself.
Even though the demon sword caused great harm to Zhao Lei, Zhao Lei was still suffering the pain of being cut into pieces by thousands of swords every moment.
But he just couldn't defeat Zhao Lei completely. At this time, he was as stubborn as a stone without emotion.
It seemed that no pain or suffering could move him at all.
Due to the impact of mana, the demon sword also had an extremely small crack on its blade.
Until this time, the demon sword was a little scared. It didn't understand where the limit of the person in front of it was, but it was already damaged.
The young man in front of me looked like he was about to fall countless times, but he still stood there. Even though he almost turned from a young man to an old man, he still persisted there.
The mana output has not decreased at all, but the demon sword can no longer hold on. Hundreds of years have passed, and it is no longer the blood-stained demon sword that frightened the world.
It's just an unlucky thing that sits in the corner of a small clan gathering dust and no one cares about it.
Even though people were coming and going in this treasure pavilion, no one took another look at it.
It took many years before someone in front of me reached out to it again.
The cracks gradually grew larger, spreading from the root to the tip of the blade, and the murderous aura released by the demon sword was also affected, and slowly began to fade.
Zhao Lei noticed this change, and then he threw the package on the ground. The jade boxes were scattered everywhere, but one was in his hand.
The jade box was opened, and a human-shaped spiritual grass appeared in front of him. Its head was tied with a red rope. It was a thousand-year-old ginseng. If this thing is not tied with a red rope, it will be lost when it touches the soil.
Zhao Lei didn't care, he stuffed it into his mouth in one gulp, chewing it with his lips and teeth. The mouth was filled with an earthy smell, and the tip of his tongue was bitter but with a hint of sweetness.
After Zhao Lei swallowed it in one gulp, it felt hot all the way from his mouth, throat to stomach. He just felt like there was a furnace in his stomach.
My body, which was already exhausted, began to gain strength. My whole body was on fire, my energy was restored a lot, and my body felt swollen.
A ray of warmth flowed out of Zhao Lei's nostrils, crossed his lips, and fell to the ground.
Zhao Lei tasted it with his tongue, and the smell of blood filled his mouth.
It's blood!
This thousand-year-old ginseng was too replenishing, but Zhao Lei's vitality was damaged at this time, and his body was weak. He was temporarily weak and had a nosebleed.
Zhao Lei would not let it go. The medicinal power would be wasted. Suddenly, a greater mana than before surged out of his body, but some of the medicinal power was still accumulated in his body.
Zhao Lei kept doing nothing and began to use the sixteen-character motto taught by Meng Bei.
This set of secret techniques was originally used to refine Qi, and with so much medicinal Qi accumulated in Zhao Lei's body, if he doesn't use it for practice now, then when will he? Couldn't it be wasted in vain?
This prescription doesn't match, so what? That prescription is probably the most suitable, but others may not work.
It's all about refining essence. As long as it can be turned into mana, it doesn't matter whether it's a big road or a small road!
Zhao Lei originally focused on Dantian and used this secret method as a supplement. Even if there were any problems with his practice and he just gave up, it would be nothing more than an incomplete set of exercises.
Zhao Lei started to adjust his breath according to this secret method. The majestic medicinal power in his body seemed to have found its home and was constantly circulating in his body. During the operation, the medicinal power was continuously refined and extracted.
When it finally entered the Dantian, the medicinal power was directly purified into magical power, and the most difficult part of practicing this technique, refining the acupuncture points, was easily cracked.
If Meng Bei and the others found out, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood. Zhao Lei seemed to have cheated and bypassed this bottleneck.
There is no way around this. Zhao Lei is an orthodox immortal cultivator, and his Dantian has already been developed.
In the original Dantian of Zhao Lei, another mana was generated around it, just like the egg white wrapped around the yolk.
Because there is another mana in the dantian, there is already a swelling feeling in the dantian after just three cycles.
Zhao Lei looked at the two distinct streams of mana in his dantian, frowned, and felt a little bad.
There are two completely different kinds of magic power in a person's Dantian. Although Zhao Lei has little experience, he also knows that this is definitely a taboo in practice.
Even Zhao Lei's current operation of mana feels a little unstable, and the originally thick and solid mana is also a little messy.
This is not possible. Zhao Lei thought that this secret method was used to improve his own strength, not to hold him back.
