"Nanming Lihuo?"
In the endless waves of blood, the Blood Demon Taoist let out a scream and hurriedly retreated.
He was very clear about He Pingan's methods. Nanming Lihuo was also He Pingan's trump card.
But he has never been able to figure out why He Pingan has not used it before.
But soon, he realized that the power of Nanming Lihuo did not seem to be as powerful as he thought.
Although his own sea of blood was ignited, the waves of blood that followed him quickly extinguished the flames.
"Hahaha, it turns out it's just an illusion!"
The Blood Demon Taoist laughed out loud, and once again controlled the blood wave to attack Nan Ming Lihuo in front of him.
Within ten breaths, the extremely powerful Nanming Lihuo was extinguished by the most filthy blood in the world.
But what he didn't know was that He Pingan was in trouble and couldn't tell. Nanming Lihuo was indeed much stronger than what he showed now. However, Nanming Lihuo had been separated by He Pingan before to eliminate Han Li's body. Fire poison.
The remaining essence was collected in the body, and the ray of golden flame of the great sun was refined with all its strength.
And it is impossible to release the Nanming Lihuo in the body, otherwise once the golden flame of the sun breaks out in the body, it will directly burn itself into ashes.
Therefore, less than one-tenth of the Nanming Lihuo that can be separated now.
Naturally, he could not withstand the invasion of the sea of blood.
However, He Ping'an estimated that even before refining the Great Sun Golden Flame, his own Nanming Lihuo was still in its peak state, and would not be able to compete with the Blood Demon Dao Master who was now soaring in strength and had the increase of the Blood Sea Formation.
Of course, if the Great Sun Golden Flame is successfully refined, the Blood Demon Dao Master will naturally not be a match for his own Nanming Lihuo. Even the Blood Sea Formation will all turn into nutrients for Nanming Lihuo.
However, it was precisely because of Nan Ming Lihuo's uncharacteristic performance that the Blood Demon Taoist became cautious. He was worried about He Ping'an and still had backup plans. After all, according to his estimation, Nan Ming Lihuo should not be so weak.
In this way, the erosion of the blood sea slowed down a bit, leaving He Ping'an with a chance to breathe.
But no matter how slow the speed is, it will eventually come to an end.
The sea of blood eventually carried endless waves of blood, covering He Ping'an's body in all directions.
"Hahahaha... Daqian's treasure is finally mine!"
The Blood Demon Taoist looked at He Ping'an who was wrapped in the boundless sea of blood, and finally let go of the worries in his heart, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly with excitement.
Under the oppression of the boundless sea of blood, there was no possibility of survival.
With the next breath, He Ping'an was about to be completely submerged in the sea of blood.
In the last pill furnace, the nine pills finally slowly took shape.
"Shua..."
Just when the sea of blood rushed towards him, He Ping'an stretched out his palm like lightning, directly penetrated the burning pill furnace, and grabbed the nine pills into his hand.
Without the alchemy furnace for refining, the light of these nine elixirs also dissipated, their surfaces became dull, and they were obviously nine useless elixirs.
Immediately, a billowing wave of blood came over the sky and covered the ground, directly submerging He Ping'an.
The Eight-Nine Xuan Gong sensed that He Ping'an was under threat to his life, and the protective golden light automatically activated. However, facing such a powerful sea of blood, it was like a weak golden candle in the dark night, about to be extinguished.
"He Ping'an, you can go in peace!"
The Blood Demon Taoist looked at He Ping'an who was sinking in the sea of blood. A trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes. In addition to the excitement of getting the secret treasure, there seemed to be a trace of reluctance and other weird emotions.
In the boundless sea of blood, the golden light became weaker and weaker, but He Pingan seemed to have fallen into a coma.
As a huge wave of blood hit, He Ping'an's body sank to the bottom of the sea of blood, and the golden light surrounding his body was completely extinguished.
Countless scarlet blood water, already hungry and thirsty, let out bursts of crazy roars, and got in from various gaps in He Ping'an's body, trying to pollute and control his body, and refine him into a clone of the Blood Demon Taoist Master.
Just when the blood and water had taken control of He Pingan's body and was about to control He Pingan's sea of consciousness, it inadvertently triggered the divine refining technique.
The divine refining technique operated automatically, activating all the divine consciousness in his sea of consciousness, and at the last moment, it cut off the Blood Demon Dao Master's control over the blood that invaded the body.
"ah!"
And the sequelae of forcibly operating the divine refining technique again were obvious. He Pingan's physical body could not stop shaking, and the severe pain in his brain made him wake up from his coma, letting out a heartbreaking cry of pain.
The situation was already so dangerous. Without any time to think, He Pingan put all nine waste pills in his hand into his mouth.
The strong sense of trance almost took He Ping'an away on the spot. Fortunately, after many trials, his will was already as hard as steel. He suppressed his inner impulse and firmly stabilized his soul in the sea of consciousness. middle.
And as the refining technique lost its effectiveness, all the blood and water took advantage of it again, and instantly controlled most of He Ping'an's body.
"Hahaha......"
A ray of consciousness from the Blood Demon Dao Master followed the blood, invaded his body, wandered freely in his body, and soon came outside the sea of consciousness again.
This time, without the obstruction of the divine refining technique, he will completely occupy this place and turn He Pingan into a puppet clone.
And the legendary secret treasure of Daqian, which holds only one fifth of the luck of the human race in the world, will completely become his treasure.
At this moment, the Blood Demon Taoist seemed to have seen that he had reached the Demon Ancestor realm in just ten years after devouring He Pingan.
Occupy Daxuan, enslave the human race, capture Beimang, devour the Witch God, and finally devour the demon race in the world. When the demon emperor wakes up, this world has already become the world of the demon race.
At that time, even if the Demon Emperor wakes up, there will be nothing to fear...
And the demon clan will also become the leader of all clans.
As the leader of the demon clan, he will also become the only king in the world!
Just as he was thinking wildly, he seemed to hear whispers in his ears.
At first, I couldn't hear clearly.
Later, the sound began to become clearer.
"That year, I put my hands in my pockets and didn't know what my opponent was..."
At first, I couldn't hear clearly.
Later, the sound began to become clearer.
"Who is it? Who is there?"
The Blood Demon Taoist quickly identified the source of the sound, which came from He Pingan's sea of consciousness.
"Fellow Blood Demon, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
At this moment, in He Pingan's sea of consciousness, a phantom figure had its hands in its pockets, a purple gold gourd floating and spinning around it, and slowly walked out of the shadow.
"Who do I know? It turns out to be your lingering soul!"
The Blood Demon Taoist Master took a closer look and saw that this phantom was handsome and unrestrained. It was He Pingan's spirit.
"Now that you have been physically possessed by me, the sea of consciousness will belong to me sooner or later. If you have consciousness, you will take the initiative to step forward and become one with me."
"Perhaps after I get the Daqian Secret Treasure, I will be in a good mood and I can reincarnate you."
The Blood Demon Taoist stared at He Ping'an's soul and said generously.
He had basically controlled He Pingan's body at this time, and he didn't care at all about He Pingan's weak soul without the support of his spiritual consciousness.
And he was still as cautious as ever, knowing that He Ping'an had hidden the human book and had not revealed his true identity. Even if this ray of spiritual consciousness was absorbed by the human book, it would not affect the overall situation at all.
Moreover, with He Ping'an's current state, it is still unknown whether he can inspire people to write letters.
On the other hand, the gourd he held in his hand looked a little strange, as if he had never seen it before.
"Dagan Secret Treasure?"
He Ping'an showed a trace of doubt on his face, and then said: "Since Pindao will be devoured by Taoist friends sooner or later, when he is about to die, can fellow Taoists help Pindao solve his doubts about what is this secret treasure of Daqian?"
