Alien Dust

Chapter 410 Blood Spirit Rope
More than two hundred rays of golden light protected his body, but they were all extinguished in the ice avalanche.

Soon, the group of holy cultivators led by Yin Zhiyu were all buried. They were like small lives living in the mountains in the avalanche. No matter how strong and agile they were, they could not escape the ruthless swallowing of the avalanche.

The power of this palm surpassed all the sacred decisions. It was worthy of being a divine skill comprehended in the world of mythology, which even surprised Wu Hen himself.

It seems that I need to change my habit of drawing my sword all the time. Aren’t I pretty strong?
After the avalanche palm swept through, the siege formation formed by more than 200 people was broken up again. Seeing dozens of people die directly, Wu Hen was very satisfied with the power of his palm.

I used to spend half my life to kill a single burnt candle, but now I can kill a large group of them with ease. My transformation over the years is very obvious.

This palm strike cooled down the high emotions of the members of the Battle Song Alliance. Wu Hen also took advantage of the situation to attack and first sacrificed the people from the Lishan Sect!
"Don't think I can't recognize you just because you're hiding in the crowd!"

Wu Hen was extremely vengeful. He remembered exactly what these people looked like and what patterns were on their clothes.

In the thick ice and snow, Wu Hen's silver holy breath was particularly dazzling. He shuttled back and forth at an extremely fast speed, picked out all the people from the Lishan Sect, executed them, and then fed their souls to Xiaoyi.

After this battle, Xiaoyi ate a lot of snacks.

In fact, the practice philosophy of the Holy Cultivators is quite consistent with Wu Hen's. They use killing as a medicinal bath for their essence and blood to stimulate the ancient totem blood in their bodies.

Wu Hen can not only bathe in blood, but also sacrifice their souls to the sword, making full use of them and growing in both directions.

It can be said that this holy land is a huge Shura field. If one can stand out in such an extremely cruel environment, he must be a high-dimensional supreme being in the entire alien wasteland!

After regulating his breathing, the silver holy energy in Wu Hen's body quickly filled up again.

After killing all the old enemies of the Lishan Sect with swords, Wu Hen now set his sights on his senior brother Yin Zhiyu, who was also respected by everyone.

Yin Zhiyu is very powerful, and he may have reached the Saint Yuan realm. It's just that he cultivates a false Saint Yuan, and most of the Saint Decrees he masters are only high-level Saint Decrees, so he does not pose a big threat to Wu Hen.

The real strength of Wu Hen does not lie entirely in this True Essence Holy Infant, but in the fact that after he evolved into a seventh-order life form, he mastered a variety of magical powers. With the interaction of three fourth-order perceptions, the battle track depicted in Wu Hen's mind can depict the entire battlefield with extreme clarity, allowing Wu Hen to analyze it frame by frame.

To be honest, Leng Shu was very powerful. He quickly realized that Wu Hen had such ability, and stepped ahead of Wu Hen's predicted battle trajectory to intercept and kill Wu Hen.

Leng Shu can threaten Wu Hen, but as for the rest of the people, their every move is within Wu Hen's battle track perception. The invincible Wu Hen has only one shortcoming, that is, his killing speed is a little slow.

If he reaches the realm of a Holy Child, Wu Hen's killing speed will increase several times. He will not need to slowly deal with those who reveal their flaws one by one, but can kill them all with one move.

"Don't panic, his holy energy will eventually run out!"

"Yes, look at his condition, he is already at the end of his strength!"

"We have heard this last resort no less than three times..."

"He has turned into a slayer. Do you think you can survive by retreating?"

Wu Hen’s killing was unable to be bold and aggressive.

This naturally gave the people of the War Song Alliance a glimmer of hope.

"As long as he doesn't strike out with that palm again, we can eventually kill him by exhausting him!" said a young man in red robe.

"That's right. He entered here earlier than the rest of us. He must have a lot of treasures on him, or even some sacred magical instruments. Otherwise, how could he use such a powerful magical power with such cultivation?"

"Yes, he must be relying on some kind of supreme magic weapon. If we kill him, the thing will be ours!"

In the Holy Sect, there is one most important rule of survival, which is not to show off your wealth.

On the one hand, the disciples of the various factions of the Holy Sect had to show enough strength to ensure that they would not always be targeted by some brutal plunderers and be able to intimidate the carnivorous vultures of the Holy Sect. On the other hand, they had to hide their magic weapons, otherwise they would easily be besieged and fought over by more powerful people.

At this time, this group of holy cultivators from the War Song Alliance also realized that Wu Hen must have used up his most valuable magic weapon. If they could hold out for a while longer, they would be able to divide up the property on this monster.

He is clearly only at the Holy Infant Realm, but he has displayed combat power that is even more exaggerated than that of the Holy Origin Realm. How powerful must the magic weapon he possesses be?
"He adjusts his breathing very quickly."

"No, why is his holy breath full again?"

"Don't come over here!!" The young man in red robe suddenly screamed.

Wu Hen rushed in front of him like a ghost. In the palm of his hand, a Yin Lotus slowly rose up. Before it touched the young man in red robe, he already felt a bone-chilling coldness.

When Wu Hen slapped out the Nether Lotus, lines of Nether Fire rose up like the Nine Nether Demon Dragon, and the red-robed man who showed up was quickly burned to ashes, without even a bone left.

Although the Nether Lotus that Liu Mengying left for him was not a growth-type magical power, it was a way to borrow magic power from the Yin God. Liu Mengying had obviously gained an opportunity, and her cultivation had improved significantly over the years. When Wu Hen used the Nether Lotus, he felt a little regretful.

Using a butcher knife to kill a chicken!
Has the Dark Wife evolved again? The power of this Dark Lotus is almost as powerful as the Avalanche Palm.

He should have deliberately exposed a big flaw, waited for these greedy fellow disciples to rush up together, and then cremated them all to save their souls. At least he could have killed dozens of people. Otherwise, there were still nearly two hundred people left, and it would take a long time to kill them all.

As for the enemy's attrition tactics, wanting to drain his holy energy and then kill him, Wu Hen couldn't help but want to laugh.

With the fourth-order taste breathing method and the spiritual fusion realm, the holy infant in Wu Hen's body is completely a small reservoir, with roaring rivers pouring into it from all directions. Even if the holy breath is completely emptied in an instant, it can be filled up in a short time.

Wu Hen’s problem now is not that he does not have enough Holy Breath, but that his reservoir is too small and the energy that can be released at one time is very limited.

With limited energy, he naturally cannot continuously cast high-level holy spells. Killing this group of fly-like enemies, his efficiency is of course slow.

We still have to break through as soon as possible.

As long as he breaks through one level, his combat effectiveness will increase exponentially, and he can destroy these guys with just one punch or one palm.

……

Elsewhere, Leng Shu was standing in an area of ​​lightning and thunder, fighting with Lei Gong Qilin.

He turned around and glanced at Yin Zhiyu and the others. Seeing that they had not captured Wu Hen for such a long time, he couldn't help but curse them inwardly.

Not only did they fail to capture Wu Hen, but the collective magic circle they had set up earlier was also clearly declining.

Upon seeing this, Lei Gong Qilin immediately turned into a ball of lightning and fled to a distance.

Leng Shu was extremely anxious. If this Thunder God Qilin was determined to escape, it would be difficult for him to stop it. But he was unwilling to watch such a rare ancient Qilin slip away from his sight.

Leng Shu hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind and bit his thumb, letting the bright red blood on his finger seep out.

He raised his thumb and smeared the blood on his eyebrows, forehead, and cheekbones...

It was as if some kind of ancient ritual was being performed. Suddenly, his face was strangely deformed against the backdrop of blood. Bloody demonic energy swirled around his cheeks, forming the face of an ancient man. At the same time, the blood in Leng Shu's body was boiling, releasing countless dark red demonic auras. These demonic auras seeped out from the pores all over his body and condensed on the surface of his skin, forming a holy scar similar to a scab!
In an instant, Leng Shu seemed like a different person.

Or maybe, this is his true face hidden beneath his elegant and handsome appearance. There is a faint fire burning quietly in his pupils, his hair seems to be dyed into blood flames, and the holy scars covering his body form a hideous and majestic outer armor, which is densely covered with mysterious and powerful runes!

Taking a deep breath, the spiritual energy from all directions turned into countless blood-red springs, pouring into Leng Shu's open mouth at an astonishing speed.

The spiritual energy turned red, just like blood veins interweaving between heaven and earth. At first, Leng Shu was just devouring the surrounding spiritual energy, like a demon who had just awakened and needed to collect the vitality of the world.

But soon, those blood spirit veins that spread across the sky and earth turned into thick nooses, and flew towards the group of War Song Alliance members who were fighting Wu Hen without any warning...

A member of the Qiujiang Sect was casting a spell, trying to use his holy breath to turn into a mountain and crush Wu Hen, but when he was halfway through mobilizing his holy breath, the Blood Spirit Rope flew over and suddenly strangled his neck!

This member of the Qiujiang Sect was wearing a purple robe. He had no idea what the Blood Spirit Rope was. As he was struggling hard, the Blood Spirit Rope suddenly pierced through his throat.

There was no hole in the throat, and the Blood Spirit Rope was like a soul chain that could go directly through the human body. But what made this Qiujiang Sect member panic was that the Blood Spirit Rope went straight from his throat into his Dantian. What was even more unbelievable was that the Blood Spirit Rope pierced into the holy child in his body!

Like a terrible leech, it drilled into the Holy Child's skull and began to suck greedily! !
The golden light on the holy child in the body began to dim.

The breath within the Holy Child began to weaken.

The body of the Holy Child was shrinking. What was even more incredible was that the Holy Child was actually degenerating, from a plump Holy Child to a Holy Infant, and then from a Holy Infant to a Holy Fetus...

All the holy breath was sucked away, and the entire soul shell of the holy child was reduced to a lifeless mortal body. The purple-robed man from the Qiujiang Sect was terrified and had no idea what was going on.

His eyes were filled with horror as he followed the blood spirit ropes towards the source. He discovered that hundreds of blood spirit ropes were flying from their respected senior brother Leng Shu. He was not the only one who was suffering from this kind of cultivation sucking. Other members of the Battle Song Alliance were also bound by the blood spirit ropes. Their saint children's cultivation was also degenerating and was being plundered by Leng Shu into the saint essence in his body!
(End of this chapter)