Ye Xiaocheng's feeling at this moment was: It feels so good. It feels so good.
He never thought that his blood river had such great power.
What more magic weapon do you need? This river of blood is his best and unique magic weapon.
However, this feeling of pleasure soon disappeared, and in an instant there was a tide that made him feel frightened.
Countless demon beasts, driven by the demon kings of various sects, rushed towards him and plunged bravely into his blood river.
Wave after wave of monsters were swallowed up by his blood river, and the power of the blood river became more and more powerful. However, this did not make Ye Xiaocheng intoxicated, but made his hair stand on end.
Such a scene of seeking death is so shocking and spectacular!
No one knows how many monsters were buried in the river of blood, but there were still black monsters all around, rushing towards them one after another.
Only then did Ye Xiaocheng wake up and understand the true meaning of the word beast tide.
It is indeed a tide of beasts, a tide composed of countless monsters.
He could not confirm for the moment what the outcome of this duel would be.
In the end, whether he exhausted the power of his blood, the blood river dried up, and was swallowed up by countless monsters, or he stood firm and killed all the monsters that rushed towards him.
Both possibilities exist.
Looking at the surging monster beasts, a desperate thought arose in Ye Xiaocheng's heart.
Seeing her brother fighting alone among the monster beasts, Ye Ling'er became anxious. She wanted to rush over and fight side by side with her brother, but she really didn't pay attention to those monster beasts.
"Don't go. This is his battle alone. He needs such practical training." Lord Void restrained Ye Ling'er.
"No, there are so many monsters. My brother can't kill them all by himself." Ye Ling'er was certainly not stupid, and he could tell that these two old guys had no good intentions towards his brother.
"Don't worry, he can kill all the low-level monsters. These low-level monsters can't kill him. After he kills these low-level monsters, the high-level monsters will end. That will be the moment to test him." Lord Void said nonchalantly. said.
"No, I want to help my brother." Ye Ling'er struggled.
It's a pity that her little arms and legs are so small that she can't break free from Lord Void's shackles.
Ye Ling'er was really anxious: "Old man, if something happens to my brother, I will commit suicide and you will lose your apprentice."
Lord Void was so angry that he wanted to slap this ungrateful little girl, but he really couldn't bear it, so he had to endure it.
Shi Kaifeng and others were dumbfounded when they saw Ye Xiaocheng's heroic act of flying out and killing everyone.
They did not and did not dare to go out of the city to help in the battle. The opponent's demon kings were all watching in the void. Once they left the city, those demon kings would pounce on them and tear them into pieces.
Although they admired Ye Xiaocheng's "heroic" behavior, they were not optimistic about it. Although the ones currently besieging Ye Xiaocheng were all first- and second-level monsters, there were tens of thousands of them, and even a pile of them could hold a gold Master Dan was piled to death, even the ancestor of Yuanying had to turn around and run for his life.
They all sighed secretly in their hearts: Fellow Daoist Ye is too reckless. He is driving himself to death. He must die.
The monster bastard is so bad that he lured Fellow Daoist Ye into a trap. If he continues to kill like this, how can he survive?
Unless he kills all these low-level monsters, escapes the siege of the third-level monsters, and finally resists the hunt of the monster king.
Can Daoyou Ye do this alone?
Not to mention a Jindan Daoist, even any Nascent Soul Ancestor in Tianfeng Continent cannot do it. Even if you are a Nascent Soul Dzogchen level monk, you can still finish it.
The low-level monks and common people standing on the city wall watching the battle did not understand the dangers involved. They all watched with excitement and kept shouting:
"The God of War is invincible!"
"Long live the God of War!"
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Listening to these shouts, Ye Xiaocheng felt that his tired body was constantly being refreshed and filled with infinite power.
The pool of merit in his Dantian was filled with water droplets from his mind power like a rainstorm. The area of the merit pool was also constantly expanding, from a few feet square to several feet square. His mind power was almost full.
Ye Xiaocheng saw a glimmer of hope.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a vibration. The pool of merit actually connected with the golden body of merit and virtue far away in the dream city.
He seems to be able to call upon the power of the meritorious golden body at will, and conversely, the meritorious golden body can also invoke the power of thought in the merit pool.
This might be a good thing, but he wasn't sure.
Merit and mind power, these two mysterious powers, even Master Dao Jing and Lord Kong Kong cannot figure out how powerful they are.
God Milo should be the one who knows the secrets of these two powers best, but he didn't explain them to him. He just asked him to accumulate more merit and mental power, which will be of great benefit in the future.
Ye Xiaocheng understood that the fact that Master Miluo had reached this point meant that the time was not yet ripe, and he could not use this power yet.
This is like asking him to cultivate that dragon vein from scratch. He is just told to do it, but he is not told the real benefits and is not allowed to use it.
Although Ye Xiaocheng was confused, he also knew that the master had his own tricks. Since he gave such an order, there must be a purpose, so he just had to obey.
Ye Xiaocheng originally thought that killing monsters like this was too hard, and there seemed to be no end in sight.
He never thought that because of this process, he had gained tens of thousands of drops of telepathy. Wouldn't that be great? If he kept killing like this, his telepathy would continue to increase until the beast tide died down.
Rivers of blood flow across the sky.
The blood surges into the sky.
At the beginning, the blood river was only a few meters wide and more than ten meters long, but now it has expanded to more than ten meters wide and more than fifty meters long.
It was like a red ribbon hovering around Ye Xiaocheng, firmly protecting him inside and drowning the monsters that rushed towards him.
Ye Xiaocheng felt that his mana was a bit unsustainable, so he quickly took out a drop of ten thousand-year stalagmite liquid and swallowed it. In an instant, his mana returned to its peak.
"You prodigal boy, these monsters you killed are not even worth a drop of ten thousand-year-old stalagmite liquid." Master Daojing roared angrily.
"So what? Their lives are worthless, but my life is precious. I can't just exhaust my mana and wait for death." Ye Xiaocheng said angrily.
He has billions of drops of ten thousand-year-old stalagmite liquid on his body, so there is no risk of his mana being depleted.
Ye Xiaocheng was originally worried that the power of his bloodline would be exhausted, but there was no sign of it at all. Instead of weakening, the power of his bloodline became more and more courageous as he fought. He himself didn't know what was going on.
In the trial tower, he also used the river of blood to fight against the enemy, but soon the power of the blood was exhausted, and his head was blown off by the opponent.
But now the power of the bloodline is not only not consumed, but is getting stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, he understood that in the trial tower, those opponents were all simulated. They had no energy, especially blood, for him to swallow. He was constantly consuming, but could not rob the opponent's power.
Now he uses the river of blood to strip away all the energy, spirit, and blood of all his opponents and make them his own. Naturally, he becomes more and more courageous as he fights.
This is naked robbery.
Even the Dao Jing Master was secretly shocked: This bastard’s bloodline power is a bit evil. His bloodline has not been fully revived, but it is already so powerful. If it were fully revived, wouldn’t it mean that he would be invincible just by relying on the power of his bloodline? ?
Is he really some kind of innate Holy Spirit?
Countless low-level monsters came one after another, not heroic, but driven and forced to pounce on Ye Xiaocheng, and then disappeared like a drop of water entering the ocean.
These monsters who were forced to die were naturally wild monsters without tribal backers, just like casual cultivators among humans.
Their fate has long been determined. They will either die here in Ye Xiaocheng or die in the city defense formation. The demon kings are not touched by their act of dying.
Suddenly, the blood river changed again.
The torrent of flesh and blood inside Ye Xiaocheng's body suddenly rushed out of his body, floating in the river of blood.
This furnace of flesh and blood was not big when it was in the body, but now it is like a huge furnace with blazing flames burning inside.
One after another, the monsters were attracted by a huge force, and were suddenly pulled into the furnace and burned into ashes.
The blood river was also swallowed up by the flesh and blood furnace, and then was refined.
Ye Xiaocheng has been unable to activate this flesh and blood furnace. Unexpectedly, it rushed out on its own initiative at this time, not only devouring monsters, but also constantly refining the impure impurities in the blood river.
The river of blood disappeared, but there was a red furnace of flesh and blood in the sky.
This furnace of flesh and blood is more powerful and evil than the blood river. It exudes an inescapable suction force to all living beings. All monsters that are more than a thousand meters away from Ye Xiaocheng cannot escape the fate of being sucked into the furnace of flesh and blood.
"What kind of magic weapon is this? It's so evil."
"Where did this little thief get so many evil magic weapons?"
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The demon kings were whispering to each other, with extremely ugly expressions on their faces.
