I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 278 Blood God Son
Zhang Chen's consciousness examined the Blood God's cultivation formula, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

After carefully reading the key points and formulas, Zhang Chen's eyes revealed a trace of fear: "Blood God Son can die in the critical moment, and can also rush out to kill the enemy in a group battle. This magical power is really against the will of heaven!"

“A Blood God Son has about one tenth of my strength, but cultivating a Blood God Son is not that easy. I am only at the Qi Refining stage now, and I can only cultivate one Blood God Son.” Zhang Chen shook his head. Everything was still limited by his own strength. If he was strong enough to cultivate billions of Blood God Sons, who would be able to kill him then?

"It's a pity that the blood control technique that I'm most interested in is missing." Zhang Chen muttered to himself.

If one wants to cultivate the Blood God Son, one needs to split a part of his essence, energy and spirit into the sea of ​​blood, and then practice according to the secret method for forty-nine days, then the Blood God Son will be created.

In times of crisis, the Blood God Son can die in someone else's place; when fighting with others, the Blood God Son can go out to meet the enemy.

“This magical power must be cultivated. Whether it’s fighting for the tree coffin or finding a way to settle the cause and effect with the Bian Palace, or even the relationship between Xiao Douding and Huang Tiandao, strength is needed to deal with all the unknowns.” Zhang Chen summoned Xiao Douding and told him that he needed to practice in seclusion and put the menial work on hold for the time being. After telling him not to worry about himself, Zhang Chen went straight to Liu Feng to ask for leave, saying that he was going to look for Xie Lingyun.

As expected, Liu Feng did not make things difficult for Zhang Chen. This time, Zhang Chen left Huangli Temple in a swagger.

After Zhang Chen left Huangli Temple, he quietly came to his own secret base, then used his magical powers to drill into the cave and quietly practiced the Blood God Son.

Zhang Chen has mastered 60% of the luck of the blood path, and the sea of ​​blood has been incorporated into his crystal core. If he fails to cultivate to become the Blood God Son, I am afraid that no one else in this world will be able to succeed in cultivating.

As Zhang Chen practiced his skills, a wisp of his soul split out according to the mantra, was absorbed by the crystal core and fell into the sea of ​​blood.

Then Zhang Chen silently practiced his Qi and gestures, and continued to practice according to that chapter. Three days later, a blood-red shadow flashed out in the sea of ​​blood, and turned into a red light that flew out of the crystal core and landed beside Zhang Chen.

The red light turned into a blood-red shadow, standing quietly beside Zhang Chen. The two looked at each other, and at this moment a wonderful feeling surged into their hearts, the feeling was indescribable.

The next moment, the blood-red shadow turned into a red light, pounced into Zhang Chen's body, and entered the sea of ​​blood in the crystal core to be conceived again.

At this time, three days had passed. Zhang Chen felt the mystery of the Blood God Son and felt that he was even more powerful than what was described in the scriptures.

The most important thing is that even if the Blood God Son dies, he will automatically be reborn in the sea of ​​blood after one day, and Zhang Chen does not need to spend any effort to refine him again.

Zhang Chen had finished practicing Blood God Son and calculated that three days had passed. It was now night and he was blocked outside the Taoist temple when he tried to return. So he simply continued to observe the secret techniques in the Red Lotus chapter in the cave.

Zhang Chen had no interest in the rest of the secret techniques, but the eleventh petal recorded the formula for refining a magic weapon, which aroused Zhang Chen's interest: "Blood-Transforming Divine Sword?"

"This magical power is quite interesting." Zhang Chen looked at the chapter about the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is a very strange secret technique with no upper or lower limits. Its power depends entirely on the quality and amount of blood poison that is refined into it.

In the initial stage of this secret method, eighteen kinds of blood from living creatures are selected to refine the initial stage of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. Once a person is cut by the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, he or she will suffer from continuous bleeding.

Then he took blood from eighty-one kinds of creatures, six hundred and sixty-six, eight hundred and eighty-eight…

Continue to upgrade in this way endlessly, and finally cultivate a secret treasure that can kill gods and demons.

Of course, the so-called endless bleeding attribute here is also relative.

“The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is truly a great treasure. However, it is not easy to find blood of sufficient quality to practice the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword.” Zhang Chen tapped his knees with his fingers. Naturally, the blood used to practice the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword could not be ordinary blood.

"The blood in the sea of ​​blood can be considered a type." Zhang Chen spread his fingers and counted: "If I can get the blood of innate mosquitoes, it can also be considered a type. The blood of the old dragon in the Pingbian Palace can also be considered a type."

After counting with my fingers, I have already collected three types.

"The blood of those cultivators who have mastered the supernatural power of their bloodline should be able to meet the power of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword's refining. After all, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword does not have high requirements for the quality of blood, but it has high requirements for the quantity of blood. When the amount of blood reaches a certain level, blood poison can be formed, and blood poison is the true manifestation of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword's lethality." Zhang Chen's mind flashed with thoughts, and he counted with his fingers, but he still could not collect enough alien blood.

"The training of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword can only be put on hold temporarily." Zhang Chen felt a little regretful, then he stood up and walked out of the cave, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and returned to Huangli Temple all the way back. He saw the soldiers stationed at the foot of the mountain from afar.

The military camp consisted of three thousand soldiers, and there was a vague inexplicable aura covering the entire camp. Zhang Chen could not see anything unusual when he activated the Light of the Righteous God, but he felt that the entire camp seemed to be shrouded in an inexplicable aura. However, when Zhang Chen opened his Devouring Eyes, the world in front of him changed, and a layer of mysterious power of destiny also covered the sky above the camp, like a large formation, covering the entire camp. If anyone rashly broke in, they would be trapped by the formation in an instant.

"Is this a strange formation? Or is it a military formation from novels?" Zhang Chen thought thoughtfully.

But in its devouring eyes, the formation was like a sieve, with all kinds of flaws visible everywhere.

Especially in the large formation, there were more than a dozen auras that were more tender and delicious than ordinary auras, making Zhang Chen wish he could just pounce on them and take a bite. In the eyes of the devouring skill, those dozen auras were much more valuable than those of ordinary soldiers.

"I will use you to experiment with the power of my Blood God Son first." Zhang Chen thought to himself, and a blood-red figure appeared behind him. Then the blood-red figure turned into a stream of light and rushed into the gap in the army formation at lightning speed.

Before the guarding soldier could react, Blood God had already pounced into his body. In an instant, Blood God left his body and pounced towards another soldier.

Anyone who was pounced by the Blood God would instantly shrivel up and turn into a mummy after he left. They would fall directly to the ground, and all the blood in their body would be drained by the Blood God.

"Ah, monster!"

A soldier saw the red light and couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes full of horror.

But before he could finish shouting in horror, the red light had already pounced towards him.

The soldier chopped with the long sword in his hand, trying to kill the red monster, but the ordinary long sword had no effect on the monster. The red monster went straight through the long sword and pounced into the soldier's body, then left again in a breath, leaving only a dried corpse on the ground.

"The power of the Blood God Son lies in that he is not affected by attacks from the material world. Unless a supernatural power descends, or a long sword with supernatural power, no matter how many troops you have, they will become food for the Blood God Son." Zhang Chen hid under the shade of a tree outside the formation, watching quietly. "There is a monster! There is a monster!" Soldiers kept shouting, causing more people to scream. Facing an immortal monster, ordinary soldiers had no intention of resisting.

The shouting startled the warriors who had trained their Qi and blood in the big tent. At this time, the warrior leader shouted, "Don't panic, don't run around, set up the formation! Set up the formation immediately! Use the power of the formation to suppress him."

The army is not without ways to deal with the weirdness. Five thousand elite soldiers can even kill a real dragon, let alone an ordinary monster?

Logically speaking, with those 3,000 soldiers forming a military formation, Zhang Chen's Blood God Son should have been defeated. However, Zhang Chen used the Devouring Eye to see through the operating rules of the military formation.

As the military formation began to operate, the soldiers mobilized the power of the formation and used their luck to suppress Zhang Chen's Blood God Son. However, who knew that Zhang Chen's Blood God Son was so weird that he simply turned around in the gaps of the formation. Facing the formation was like returning to his own home, and he always avoided the mysterious luck's stranglehold at the critical moment and pounced into the soldiers' bodies to kill them.

"I can't stop it! I can't stop this monster at all!"

Some soldiers were frightened when they saw the bloody monster walking into the formation as if it was an empty space. They cried out in shock, their eyes filled with despair.

Everyone was screaming around the blood-red monster, and the warrior who was cultivating his qi and blood nearby was also frightened by the Blood God Son.

"Die!" A warrior who had trained his qi and blood roared and slashed at the Blood God Son with a knife, but the Blood God Son quickly dodged and distanced himself from him in an instant.

The Blood God was just afraid of the warriors who had trained their qi and blood. It was hard to say who would win or lose in a fight, but fighting with the warriors would delay the Blood God's killing efforts too much, so the Blood God simply abandoned the warriors and pounced on the ordinary soldiers.

The warrior wanted to fight with the Blood God, but the Blood God did not give him any chance and just moved away quickly. Facing the Blood God's speed, the warrior could not catch up at all and could only watch the Blood God kill ordinary soldiers.

"Someone, go to Huangli Temple and invite the Taoist priest in the temple to subdue the evil!" The general shouted in a shrill voice.

Some soldiers quickly broke away from the formation and ran towards the mountains, but before they had taken a few steps, they were pounced on by the Blood God and fell directly to the ground.

How could a mortal run faster than the Blood God?

"Ten more men go." The general gritted his teeth and gave an order to the guards beside him.

The ten bodyguards immediately fled and ran towards the mountain gate. Unfortunately, the Blood God was too fast. In just ten breaths, the ten men had turned into mummies and fell to the ground.

"I come!"

The warriors who had trained their qi and blood changed their expressions drastically, jumped out of the formation and quickly ran towards the gate of the Taoist temple.

Facing the warriors who had cultivated their qi and blood, a hint of fear appeared in the eyes of the Blood God. He no longer paid attention to the warrior who was running to ask for reinforcements, but turned around and rushed into the formation to slaughter ordinary soldiers.

Zhang Chen was standing under the shade of a tree, watching the warriors running towards the Taoist temple in the distance. There was a hint of contemplation in his eyes. He did not stop the other party's actions, but let him go. He also took the opportunity to see what abilities and means Huang Liguan had, so that he could be on guard in the future.

The Blood God Son is immortal, so he doesn't have to worry about his life or death.

On the contrary, after devouring hundreds of people, the Blood God's body gradually became more solid, and with the nourishment of huge amounts of blood, his strength began to improve again.

The killing continued. Zhang Chen secretly retreated at this time, ten miles away, to avoid being discovered by some strong men who came to Huangli Temple later.

He slaughtered one person with every breath. By the time the warrior invited the Taoist priest from Huangli Temple down from the mountain, 1,300 of the 3,000 soldiers had been slaughtered.

At this time, nearly half of the 3,000 men had been killed. The formation could no longer be maintained and collapsed. The remaining soldiers no longer cared about the general's orders and ran wildly among the mountains.

Without the restraint of the large formation, Zhang Chen, the Blood God Son, slaughtered even faster.

"Stop it right now, you evil creature!"

At this moment, a roar was heard from afar, and then a divine light came from the sky, revealing its trace in the scene. It was a Taoist priest whom Zhang Chen had never seen before.

The Taoist was seen covered in golden light, emitting a sacred aura in the dark night, looking very majestic.

The Taoist looked at Blood God Son, his eyes full of anger: "You evil creature, you dare to act so presumptuously at the foot of Huangli Temple. You really don't know how high the heaven is and how deep the earth is. I will put an end to you today."

A golden sword flashing with light came out from behind the Taoist priest, and instantly turned into dozens of sword auras, which crossed the void and strangled the Blood God Son.

Zhang Chen, who was farther away, saw this scene and his face changed: "Sword control technique? No, that is a secret treasure that has been enhanced with the power of incense after being refined. That sword is at least a fourth-level existence, and it is not something that Blood God can deal with."

"That is the power of the gods, and it has some attributes of the light of the righteous gods, so it can break the power of the Blood God Son." Zhang Chen suddenly understood, but he was puzzled:
"Why can the opponent's incense power control the flying sword, but my righteous divine light cannot?"

"No wonder Huang Liguan directly gave up the secret martial arts. It turns out that it is because he has a more powerful force. What he possesses is already considered divine power. However, compared with my righteous divine light, it is lacking something, as if it lacks a kind of divine power." Zhang Chen said to himself.

Of course, the Blood God Son was unwilling to sit and wait for death. He kept rushing around in the crowd, trying to avoid the siege of the sword. However, the sword's light was three times faster than the Blood God Son. In just a dozen breaths, the Blood God Son had surrendered. He was beheaded by the sword and turned into a pool of pus and blood, which fell to the ground and disappeared out of thin air.

At this moment, the sword let out a mournful cry, became stained with a layer of blood, and fell directly to the ground, buzzing continuously.

"My sword!" The Taoist exclaimed at this time, and hurried forward to pick up the sword.

Then the sword's divine light dimmed, and the aura of the incense was polluted by blood. The sword fell to the ground and could no longer fly. It looked rusty and miserable.

(End of this chapter)