The secret technique of blood energy comes from unknown sources and has been circulated among the lower classes of the demon clan for a long time. There are many practitioners, but I have never heard of anyone who stands out and achieves great magical powers because of it. Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a big demon that controlled blood and ran rampant in the demon realm, causing terrible disasters. No one can figure out the reason why there are no successors. Whether the secret technique is incomplete or the cultivation method is not good enough.
When Feng Jiyuan was young, he once witnessed a desperate fight. That day, he was looking for food in the wilderness. The sun was scorching and the thirst in his throat was unbearable. He finally found a turbid pond and finally revealed his original shape. He was a fully grown loach. He burrowed into the mud to escape the scorching sun. Take a short rest.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, the blood energy suddenly descended, and the two big monsters fought fiercely, hitting the ground from mid-air. The monster energy was so raging that Feng Jiyuan could not even breathe. He restrained his breath and hid deep in the mud. After waiting for a long time, he cautiously poked his head out to take a look, only to see that the winner was already decided. A big demon was covered in blood, breathing heavily, holding down the dying prey. He stretched out his claws and scratched his throat to the navel, opened his chest and abdomen, drank a few mouthfuls of blood, and seemed to have regained some strength.
Feng Jiyuan's heart was beating wildly, and when he was about to shrink back into the mud and hide, he caught a glimpse of the big demon gouging out a lively and beating heart, picking up something from the heart orifice, as if he had found a treasure, and took a deep breath under his nose. , wisps of blood penetrated into his nostrils, he looked up to the sky and opened his big mouth, roaring silently, with an intoxicated look on his face.
This scene remained deep in Feng Jiyuan's memory, and he didn't remember it until a long time later. All the details were as vivid as yesterday, as if to hint to him that they had all practiced wrongly. The blood energy was hidden in the heart, and the right way to practice the secret art of blood energy was , is to kill each other and take away the blood, rather than just immersing yourself in hard work. Feng Ji was far from hiding his plans and was eating alone. He told his guess. Du Ruohai thought about it again and again, feeling that he might have revealed the key.
As the saying goes, "big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps." Most of the demon cultivators at the bottom are shallow. In order to steal their blood, they can only attack animals and spirits. At most, they can sneak into the human world and eat a few martial arts masters who have been practicing martial arts for many years. They have very little relationship with each other. Killing, not to mention stripping away the blood and energy that has become a climate in the heart. Feng Jiyuan reminded them that there was still a way to kill people of the same clan, and wealth had to be obtained from danger. Du Ruohai decided to try it once to verify whether this move was feasible.
The four of them sneaked into the demon realm, and Du Ruohai carefully selected his prey. A dog demon who practiced the secret art of blood and had some magical powers took advantage of them and made a sudden attack. It took a lot of effort to capture the opponent, but finally they were safe. , only suffered some flesh wounds. Feng Jiyuan disemboweled the dog demon and took out his heart. He was so excited that his hands were shaking like an epilepsy. Du Ruohai couldn't stand it any longer, so he performed the operation himself, carefully explored it, and peeled it out from the heart orifice. He was ordered to inhale a little blood energy into his body and refine it immediately.
Feng Jiyuan sat cross-legged, carried the exercises, and wandered outside. He spent three days and three nights without eating or drinking, without sleeping or resting. He refined the little bit of foreign blood and energy, and felt that his consciousness was clear and he could use his magical powers like arms and fingers. Nothing is unsatisfactory, the blood is wrapped around the soul, but it is deeper. He was surprised and happy, and told Du, Hou, and Huang what he had gained and lost. Du Ruohai pondered for a long time and warned everyone that this method could not be used again. Unless necessary, do not attack the monster clan to avoid exposing their whereabouts and irritating them. It arouses public anger, not to mention the blood energy that penetrates deep into the soul. Once the trouble becomes more severe, there may be unexpected disasters.
Feng Jiyuan and others knew the stakes involved. Killing each other would eventually lead to harmony. They were too weak to resist the backlash from heaven, so they had to act cautiously to avoid future troubles. Suddenly, several years passed, and the four of them traveled back and forth to the Demon Realm and the human world, working tirelessly to cultivate the magical power of blood and energy. Their path gradually grew, and their courage became much stronger. This time, they helped Zhao Bohai, and Feng Jiyuan discovered that there were strangers who cultivated blood and energy in Zhao Ying's army. His heart skipped a beat. Determined to do another life-stealing business.
The magic weapon suddenly flew as fast as a galloping horse, but it was quieter and much more stable than a galloping horse. Before dawn, Du Ruohai and others came to the foot of Qinyun Mountain, hid in the shadow of the trees, and stared for a moment. Feng Jiyuan stretched out his hand and pointed at a tent, lowering his head. The voice said: "There, the blood is strong and the killing is extremely heavy. Nine times out of ten, it is a Taoist from the Qing Dynasty."
For some reason, Du Ruohai always felt a little uneasy, but with the arrow on the string, he had to shoot. He nodded at Hou Jincao and Huang Lulue. Both of them activated their magical powers and used the demonic energy to escape. A strong wind blew and a It was dark, and the fan flags, general flags, trumpet flags, letter flags, and wolf flags were blowing loudly.
The two of them rushed into the camp on the wind, unnoticed by the ghost, and they were so close that they could no longer hide their whereabouts. Hou Jincao tore open the camp tent with a sharp claw, and his eyes flashed with blood. They had already seen an old Taoist sitting cross-legged on the futon. , with gray hair on the temples and a face like orange peel. He put a long sword on his leg and looked up at himself with an indifferent expression, as if he had expected it.
Hou Jincao's castration was stagnant, and his heart suddenly became alarmed. After a moment's hesitation, Huang Dilu broke into the camp from behind a Taoist from Yiqing, and reached towards the back of his head with his hand. A ball of blood lighted up on his fingertips, less than half a mile away. Chi, the body turned into flying ash silently, the blood around the body rolled around, condensed into a small blood pill, and fell into one person's hand.
Hou Jincao was so surprised that he shouted sharply: "Who? Who is where?" The voice suddenly stopped, sticky blood dripped from the seven orifices, the five senses were lost, and he fell into endless darkness.
Wei Shiqi stepped out slowly from the shadows. He was tall and tall, and his brows were full of vicissitudes of life. He loosened his fingers and the blood pill slowly fell. A Taoist from Qing Dynasty caught it in his hand and couldn't wait to swallow it in his belly. He performed the exercises to refine the blood. , alleviate hidden dangers in the body.
Du Ruohai felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his ears buzzing. He bit the tip of his tongue and awakened his consciousness through the severe pain. He turned his head and ordered Feng Jiyuan to take a step first. His cervical vertebrae creaked like a rusty iron door hinge. Before the words were spoken, his face was distorted, his horror was palpable, and his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't even move his fingers. Du Ruohai's heart sank. The upper level of the demon clan's bloodline suppressed the lower level. Since practicing the blood energy secret surgery, this suppression has become minimal. He has forgotten the feeling of bloodline suppression. He did not expect that after so many years, he would be controlled by others again. !
Blood energy, only blood energy can save his life! Du Ruohai tried his best to activate the skills, but to no avail. His blood energy remained motionless, and the deepest fear gripped his body and mind. He finally realized that this was not blood suppression by the demon clan, but blood energy suppression!
Du Ruohai struggled to look up, and saw the other party flicking his sleeves. Hou Jincao's body turned into powder, and his blood energy surged out, falling into his palm and condensing into a blood elixir. He saw it in his eyes and realized in his heart that this guy was really lucky. With every move he took away all the blood and energy from Hou Jincao, it was much better than cutting out the heart by disembowelling him. This was the real secret art of blood and energy, which they regarded as a treasure. It's just some superficiality.
Those who kill people will always be killed; those who take away people’s blood will always be taken away from them! Despair swallowed him up like a tide. Du Ruohai's throat rattled. He mustered up all the remaining courage and took a staggering step towards the other party. Wei Shiqi glanced at him, and with a flash of blood in his eyes, Du Ruohai's body was reduced to ashes, and his ambition and pride were all turned into a wisp of smoke.
