The "Son of the Abyss" was suppressed by the blood domain cage, and his erratic and strange body skills had no place to use. When he saw the opponent punching him directly, strong winds swarmed in, collapsing inward like a whirlpool, and an inexplicable vigilance hit his heart. His arm hurriedly retracted into his body, his right arm swelled up, and he picked up a whip and struck it down with the fist. This blow aroused the blood in the body, and the arm suddenly turned into a dark and rough tentacle. The lightning struck hard on the fist, and there was a crisp sound, just like the silver bottle being broken and the iron cavalry protruding.
The "Son of the Abyss" gained one or two points of vitality from Fan Wei, the Lord of the West. He swung his tentacles with unusually powerful force, like a mountain of ten thousand feet being pulled up from the bottom and smashed down. Deep in the sky, an unnamed place beyond the reach of the naked eye, the star power is majestic, crossing countless time and space, falling into the abyss, with five spiritual pools swirling around the top of the skull, the back of the neck, the armpit of the right arm, the three points above the navel, and the crook of the left knee. The towering tree of creation was in a state of agitation, and the Ba Snake Fa looked like a dead thing. Wei Shiqi relied solely on the body of the Ten Evil Stars, held Yuan Shouyi, and struck the "Son of the Abyss" with all his strength. His skin, flesh, meridians, bones, and internal organs were violently shaken. Countless small wounds were whirling and disappearing, whirling and extinguishing, and the body was like a bamboo in the wind, tilting and swaying, but the feet remained motionless, as straight as cast iron.
After more than ten breaths of stalemate, Wei Shiqi's body froze, and he sent his fist forward a few inches. A bit of counterattack force suddenly came out, the wind rose at the end of Qingping, and in an instant, the vast water swept away, " The "Son of the Abyss" was forced to switch from offense to defense, coiling his tentacles in front of him and using all his strength to resist the power of the fist, like a long embankment blocking a torrent, applying heavy pressure to prevent it from pouring out.
The power of the fist bounced back and forth between the two, accumulating thicker and heavier. Wei Shiqi's heart moved. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He couldn't miss it easily. He used two distractions at the moment to activate his star power. Pounce, add fuel to the flames, and introduce the force of the counter-shock into the star body. One wave after another rises, washing and refining the body like a tide. Every inch of skin, every corner, and every pore has endured a huge amount. pressure.
Fan Wei, the Lord of the West, helped Wei Shiqi temper his star body with one-tenth or two of his power. It was just right. One more point, and the physical body could not bear it. One less point, half the result with twice the effort. All kinds of opportunities came together. The weather, the right place, the right people, and the combination of the two. 1. Wei Shiqi forgot both things and concentrated on manipulating the star power. A short moment was like a thousand years.
The Chakravartin King watched for a long time, and was finally able to confirm that the magical power of this "blood domain cage" is enough to isolate the will of the abyss, and to draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron, it has a wonderful effect. Once the "son of the abyss" falls into it, it will be like water without a source and a tree without a root. Seize the majestic blood of the Lord of the West, drink poison to quench your thirst, and eventually give it back! In his opinion, the mere "sons of the abyss" are just useless, tasteless food and a pity to throw away. On the contrary, the "blood domain cage" gave him unexpected joy. Since this magical power can isolate the erosion of the will of the abyss, it must also be Being able to trap the will of the abyss in a corner, waiting for tens of thousands of years, and finally waiting for a chance. Looking back on the past, one can't help but sigh.
The power of his fists increased steadily, setting off huge waves. The "Son of the Abyss" was born not long ago, and he finally won Fan Wei's blood out of thin air without experiencing the training of bloody battles. He was strong enough but lacked changes. He was crossing the river by feeling the stones for a while and had no time to look around. Fortunately, the opponent He didn't press too hard, and whenever there was a disconnect, he would relax a little and allow him to make up for the shortcomings, so he could hold on for a long time. But luck does not always favor him. The will of the abyss is isolated from the cage. The "son of the abyss" is like a drowning person who cannot get air. The blood and energy in his body rush left and right, losing control and leaking out from the pores all over his body. His strength plummets and he can no longer sustain it.
The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the ant nest, and the "Son of the Abyss" encountered big trouble. His face changed drastically, his tentacles fell limply to the ground, and the power of his fists came with a bang. His body collapsed, and all tangible things turned into powder, leaving only a ball. The blood energy rolled around and condensed into blood crystals. Before Wei Shiqi could step forward to grab it, the blood crystal escaped and hit the blood domain cage hard. It was equivalent to a blow from Fan Wei himself. Although he only had one-tenth of his magical power, it was not easy to resolve. , after Wei Shiqi fought hard, his mind relaxed a little, and before he could mobilize the star power to protect him, Fan Cong was torn apart by the blood crystal, and Wei Shiqi fell into the abyss again.
The world was spinning, and his head was dizzy. Wei Shiqi knelt on one knee. His vision was blurry, and he could vaguely see a flash of blood suddenly streaking across the sky and sinking into Fan Wei, the Lord of the West.
Fan Wei was reluctant, chasing Hui Wudi and An Ren, the second general, when he suddenly stopped. The blood in his eyes gradually dimmed, the madness subsided, and his will regained some clarity. After losing and regaining it, a lot of blood was lost, which was no different from a battle with the Lord of the Abyss. He frowned, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, waved his withered tentacles gently, stood up from the ground, dark and plump, regained newborn.
Generals Hui and An were covered with bruises and were in a miserable state. Their legs and arms were twisted into knots, with white bone stubble protruding from them. Their spines were crooked and broken into several pieces. The wounds on their chest and abdomen were extremely deep, and their organs were leaking out. If they were scattered, even minor injuries could be healed, and the two of them didn't care. Hui Wudi saw that Fan Wei had come to his senses and seemed to have regrets. He looked at him quietly for a moment and then advised him: "Fellow Taoist Fan, this is the end of the matter. You can no longer go your own way."
Fan Wei knew the meaning of his words, and his eyes swept over everyone one by one, pausing for a moment on Wei Shiqi's face, showing a faint look of astonishment. An Ren frowned and followed his gaze. He was slightly surprised when he saw the Wheel King standing next to him, seemingly wanting to protect him. The Lord of the Three Sovereigns, Six Kings and Four Directions of the Abyss, the Chakravartin King is very resourceful and good at making decisions, and he often does unexpected things. There must be a reason why he values the outsider so much. It is not the time to delve into it now. We will find out later.
Fan Wei had made up his mind and did not waste any time talking to a few projections. He straightened his body, gathered his eight tentacles into a ball, and disappeared into the void, his breath gone, and he was nowhere to be found. Hui Wudi and An Ren looked at each other, two blurry figures floated out, their bodies riddled with holes both collapsed to the ground, blood overflowed from the pores, wrapping the two of them like a pair of blood cocoons.
The King of Wheels looked at Wei Shiqi deeply, moved his lips slightly, and said in concern: "Stay here, don't act rashly, don't miss the opportunity." For some reason, Wei Shiqi's heart was uncontrollable, and it began to pound. The eye of fate fell on him, and he seemed to realize something, but he was still at a loss.
The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood were entangled with evil spirits. There was silence all around. Fan Wei appeared to disrupt the situation. There were only a few survivors. All the iron cavalry soldiers under his command were killed and wounded. The losses were heavy and the generals were depressed. The eight projections of Fu Yue, Bei Ming, Zhuan Lun King, Yin Feng King, You Du King, Ping Ping King, Cao Ke, the Lord of the East, and Lang Ji Gou, the Lord of the North, all moved away at the same time, either in front or behind, in an endless stream. Walking towards an unknown place, there was not a single word of concern. Everyone looked at each other and did not dare to make their own decisions, so they had to wait patiently.
After an unknown amount of time, the King of Wheels turned around alone, called Qi Ran, Wei Qi and Qi Ran, and then drifted away.
