The crystal sarcophagus rose to the ground, lingering with thousands of precious lights.
Then there was a roar, and the sarcophagus that was lying flat stood upright, facing Ji Liao and Qianlong Wu.
The precious light reflected the faces of Ji Liao and Qianlong Wu, reflecting the brilliant artistic color on their faces.
"Hehehe, it looks good!"
Qianlong Wu shouted excitedly.
Ji Liao stared at the sarcophagus without blinking. The strange thing was that his mood at the moment was surprisingly calm.
Click click click.
At this time, a series of mechanical sounds were heard, and the copper ring that sealed Ji Liao and Qianlong Wu fell off, turned into a light and reflected back, and fell back into Huo Yuan's hand.
Ji Liao's spiritual power was released, and Ji Liao was unable to control it for a moment. The meridians of his physical body, which had not been nourished by spiritual power for a long time, were instantly filled.
His whole body exuded a soft white spiritual light, and he made a rapid buzzing sound. The pure spiritual power that only belonged to the Sumeru realm suddenly poured out of his body like a sea tide.
Ji Liao's face turned red and he felt like he was about to burst.
"ah..."
Then Ji Liao suddenly raised his head and let out a roar, and his huge spiritual power immediately turned into a monstrous light pillar reaching the dome. This light covered the crystal coffin and overwhelmed everything. The whole mountain trembled, pouring out the suppressed power. Centuries of rage.
The faces of the four people including Blood Sacrifice Old Demon, Luo Xuanyuan and others had a halo of light on their faces, and they couldn't help but feel slightly shocked.
They have cultivated to where they are now through hard work. It is expected that they did not have such strength when they were in the Sumeru realm.
"He's become stronger again." The old demon of blood sacrifice whispered in his heart.
"It seems that when we caught him, he still had something to hold on to." Huo Yuan also said in his heart.
"With such strength, I am afraid that ordinary acquired monks can also fight. Tianzun, Tianzun, is this the person you are looking for to inherit? Is this the foundation you have laid for him?" Luo Xuanyuan murmured in his heart.
After a while, there was a soft buzzing sound, and the spiritual power used by Ji Liao dissipated.
The long-lost strength returned to the body and began to swim obediently along Ji Liao's meridians again. Ji Liao felt that his heart suddenly opened up at this moment, and he once again returned to the courageous Ji Liao of the past.
Ji Liao clenched his fist, and blood-red arcs immediately jumped and shuttled in his palm. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and let out a long sigh.
"Phew, finally back."
After saying that, he turned to look at Qianlong Wu who was not far away.
Qianlongwu, like Ji Liao, had been filled with spiritual power that had been suppressed for hundreds of years, but she had already lost her mind and could not remember how to use her spiritual power.
Her delicate body expanded rapidly, dragon scales appeared on her face, and she transformed into a half-dragon, half-human monster.
"Fellow Daoist, please calm down." Ji Liao shouted when he saw this.
"Ah...it hurts...help."
At this time, Qianlongwu couldn't listen to Ji Liao's words, shaking his half-dragon, half-human head and howling in a hissing voice.
Po Jun rubbed his fingers and pointed a little farther down.
The sound of rubbing stone slabs came, and the lid of the crystal coffin stood up
It fell off and hit the ground with a loud bang.
Ji Liao was drawn back by the sound and stared at the coffin in front of him.
There was a woman standing inside the coffin. The woman's black silk stockings were like a waterfall, and she wore an orange tulle to cover up her exquisite and graceful body.
This woman is very tall, a head taller than Ji Liao. She has her hands folded on her belly. Although her eyes are slightly closed, she gives off a gentle and beautiful look like a lady.
She wasn't exactly stunning. She had a round face like Xu Lu Ning's, but she was gentle and had a touch of cuteness.
"This...is this the Witch King of the Dwarf Witch Clan?" Ji Liao whispered in his heart, and subconsciously spread his consciousness to sweep towards the woman in the coffin.
"Bold! How dare you blaspheme the Witch King!"
Po Jun's loud shout suddenly sounded in Ji Liao's mind, and exploded, instantly shaking away Ji Liao's sense of consciousness.
Ji Liao was spinning all day long, taking a few heavy breaths before he regained consciousness.
Po Jun's face was full of anger, and he looked back at the Blood Sacrifice Old Demon and Luo Xuanyuan.
"Fellow Taoists, let's do it."
"Yes!" The old demon of blood sacrifice agreed, looked at Luo Xuanyuan on the side, and then fought with both hands.
The Old Devil of Blood Sacrifice chanted softly, and blood light rose up all over his body. The next moment, he pointed his finger in front of him, and a bloody rune immediately formed.
"Go!" The old demon of blood sacrifice shouted.
The rune in front of him suddenly broke free, flew straight down, and suddenly hit the Witch King in the coffin between the eyebrows.
Po Jun frowned slightly when he saw this. According to common sense, the method of combining blood should first draw out the blood of the sacrifice. Now why does the old demon of blood sacrifice cast a spell on the Witch King first? But seeing the old devil of blood sacrifice looking attentive, Po Jun suppressed him. He felt something strange in his heart and said nothing.
As soon as the blood-colored runes entered the center of the Witch King's brows, a patch of blood immediately appeared on the Witch King's crystal skin, which then turned blood red. The blood that had been cold for a long time boiled in the body and gushed out along the pores everywhere in the body.
The Witch King seemed to have turned into a spring, with endless blood flowing out along the coffin, and after a while it covered the bottom of the large pit at the heart of the mountain.
The large pit at the belly of the mountain turned into a sea of blood. The strange thing was that there was no ordinary smell of blood, but instead a strong fragrant smell.
The blood rose and spread. As the blood energy gathered more and more, it spread to Ji Liao's ankles.
The touch was cold, and even when Ji Liao's cultivation was restored, he felt the blood was biting to the bone. With a thought, he immediately transferred the spiritual power in his body to suck it.
And just when he absorbed a trace of blood energy into his body, the blood energy suddenly exploded in his body. At the same time, the blood energy in his body also stirred up and rushed towards the trace of blood energy.
Ji Liao frowned, immediately stopped absorbing, and turned to use his spiritual power to suppress it with all his strength.
"A monk in the Hunyuan realm after his death actually has such power. Is this a high-level monk?"
Luo Xuanyuan also moved at this time.
He raised his hand and pointed downwards. There was a loud bang, and a thunderbolt appeared out of thin air and hit Qianlong Wu's head directly.
"boom!"
Thunder explodes, thunder
The sea shook.
"ah..."
Qianlongwu wailed, and her swollen body immediately shrunk. Endless milky white spiritual power overflowed crazily from her body, turning into curled dragons, twisting and flying above the sea of blood. It was her innate Holy Spirit energy.
"boom!"
Another thunderclap fell.
Qianlongwu's bun suddenly fell apart, and more Holy Spirit air spurted out than before.
Milky-white air dragons were flying and circling over the sea of blood, chasing and devouring each other. As more and more were swallowed, the body of the air dragons became larger and larger, until finally several huge air dragons were rolling and pulling, and they were in the sea of blood. Sora bites.
"Not enough!" Luo Xuanyuan smiled and asked again.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
More than a dozen thunderbolts fell one after another, each time hitting Qianlong Wu's head accurately.
Qianlongwu's body shook, and streams of Holy Spirit energy were released outside his body.
"boom!"
Another thunder struck, and Qianlong Wu's body was shaken, and a trace of clarity appeared in her frightened eyes. However, she had no strength to shout at this time. She glanced at Ji Liao with her messy hair hanging down, and she was as angry as a thread. He gave a wry smile.
When the last thunderbolt fell, there was not much innate Holy Spirit Qi left in Qianlong Wu's body, and the Qi Dragon above the blood sea was already thousands of feet long and majestic, as if it could turn the river upside down.
"It's almost done!" said the old demon of blood sacrifice.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old demon of blood sacrifice gently tapping Ji Liao below.
Ji Liao's body immediately lit up with a rune, and silver blood poured out like a bursting embankment, mixing with the red blood.
"Huh? Silver?" Huoyuan said in surprise when he saw this.
"What kind of technique is this kid practicing? This blood is so pure and strong that even with my clan's secret technique, it cannot be purified to this level." Po Jun was also surprised.
However, before they could think about it, the silver blood mixed with Yin Hong's blood suddenly exploded, creating a surging silver arc.
"What! This guy has actually mastered the thunder technique to such an extent that he can compete with the blood essence of the Witch Emperor." Po Jun exclaimed again.
This time, even the always arrogant Luo Xuanyuan was shocked. He didn't expect that a small Xumi monk could cultivate to such an extent.
You must know that it is the essence and blood of Hunyuan Realm monks. Although it is dead blood, the power contained in it should not be underestimated. It is not something Xumi can bear the day after tomorrow.
The blood in his body rushed towards the outside of his body. Ji Liao, who had just regained his strength, immediately felt as if his body had been hollowed out. His physical skin shriveled up visibly, and he suddenly became weak again.
The Old Demon of Blood Sacrifice stared at Ji Liao, and when he saw that Ji Liao had reached his limit, he immediately stopped his hand, and the spells in his hands suddenly changed.
The sea of blood below immediately twisted and rose, and the two streams of blood immediately turned into a vortex and stirred together.
"Now!" Luo Xuanyuan shouted.
Point at the air dragon below.
The air dragon immediately turned its head in the whirlpool and rushed towards the Witch King.
