Chapter 211 The World of Blood Power

He Yiming was highly focused and was completely addicted to a magical realm in the next moment.

With the protection of white horses and lightning around him, He Yiming was relieved. At least on this island, there was no stronger man who was more powerful than lightning.

Even Chu Haozhou, which was called the Five Qi Dynasty of the Yuan Dynasty by the ancient demon, may not necessarily defeat thunder and lightning.

Therefore, He Yiming has deep confidence in his own safety.

When his spirit entered the Book of Shinto, he immediately felt a blood rain. These blood rains fell from the sky, endless, and slowly gathered below into a huge sea of ​​blood.

In the sea of ​​blood, there are endless vortexes. These vortexes are divided and merged. Some are boundless, while others are only the thickness of a little finger.

Suddenly, a huge suction force emanated from the largest boundless vortex below, and instantly sucked He Yiming down.

He Yiming was shocked. He tried his best to get rid of it, but what shocked him was that the great suction force was simply incredible. Even with his venerable level, he was still sucked in without any resistance.

When his spirit was sucked into it, his whole body trembled gently, and then the temperature on his body slowly lowered, and his breathing became silenced.

The lightning next to He Yiming turned his horse's head, and his eyes showed a suspicious look.

Its strength is indeed extremely powerful, but I don’t know much about human cultivation, and I don’t understand what happened to He Yiming.

However, as smart as it felt, it felt a little bit like that. He Yiming's situation at this moment seemed not good.

It suddenly raised its head and let out a shocking long hiss. This long hiss spread far away, and even splashed ripples visible to the naked eye in the surrounding space.

A long roar that also shook the world echoed it from afar, and then a figure flew over like a flying one.

However, before the figure could fly, another figure surpassed him in the air and landed beside Thunder and Lightning.

After just a few breaths, another figure finally came here and landed in mid-air. He looked at the figure in front of him and said sincerely: "Chu had long seen that Brother Bai's cultivation was unfathomable. It turned out that he had already entered the realm of the Five Qi Chaoyuan. I was rude."

The figure in front was Chu Haozhou. As soon as he heard the long hiss of lightning, he rushed over immediately. And the figure who came from behind was naturally Bailingba who was holding the treasure pig.

Bailingba glanced at Chu Haozhou, looked at He Yiming again, and stood there, never moving again.

Chu Haozhou smiled awkwardly, looked at He Yiming twice, sensed the faint aura on his body, and asked suspiciously: "Brother Bai, what's wrong with Brother He?"

I don’t know if it’s because of a better mood, Bailingba casually said: “He is hibernating.”

"Hidden?" Chu Haozhou opened his mouth and murmured: "It seems that only animals can hibernate."

Bailingba said without looking back: "Humans are also one of animals."

Chu Haozhou rolled his eyes hard, but in his heart he was extremely afraid of Bailingba and was unwilling to turn against this powerful master of Five Qi Chaoyuan. He had to smile helplessly and stop talking again.

They waited quietly until an hour later, when He Yiming finally breathed a sigh of relief and retreated from the book.

While everyone was waiting for him, his spirit had fallen into the vortex. However, what surprised him was that the boiling blood in the vortex did not seem to have any effect on him, even the slightest destruction did not.

His heart immediately calmed down and was amazed in his heart.

After feeling the suction force in the vortex, He Yiming already understood that he might have been fooled by the ancient demon.

If you want to use your spiritual power to enter this void space, it is not that it is not possible, but that you must do it under certain circumstances.

If you put your spirit into the Book of Shinto without any preparation, then the only consequence is that your spirit is sucked into the vortex and will never be reborn.

However, this ancient demon could never have imagined that his physique was special. Although the blood-colored vortex here could suck the spirit into it, the power inside could not hurt him.

Because the power in the blood color is the blood coagulation technique of the Hao family in Changzhou, I have already mastered this power, so under the power system with the same roots and the same origin, I cannot bring any harm to him at all.

Looking up, the scenery in front of me seemed to have changed strangely again.

The endless vortex seemed to have turned into a huge, constantly rotating mirror, and countless patterns were drawn on these mirrors. These patterns were combined to form countless magical changes.

He Yiming looked at all this with a dazed look. Slowly, these patterns seemed to enter his mind spiritually and automatically arranged in his mind.

In a blink of an eye, He Yiming saw many lifelike pictures. The only common characteristics of these pictures are weirdness and blood.

People with powerful power were killed, and their bodies were broken open alive. There were white round beads at the center of their heads and at the intersection of some flesh and blood in their bodies.

He Yiming raised his eyebrows, and he immediately knew that those who were cruelly killed were all powerful venerables, and the relics in their bodies were taken out in this way.

All the relics were collected, and the largest relics at the forehead were the top priority.

After death, a venerable can provide three to nine relics, but among these relics, only the relic at the forehead is the largest, and the life force it contains is also the most powerful.

Slowly, one hundred and eight relics were collected together and arranged in a strange way.

He Yiming clearly saw that among these relics, seventy-two were ordinary relics, but there were still thirty-six, which belonged to the big relics at the center of the eyebrows.

Then, one of them stood among these relics. He suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The blood turned into drops of blood in the air, and evenly spread onto these relics.

A strange scene appeared, and a magical light shone on these blood beads, gradually entering the relics.

He Yiming's eyes shone faintly, and in the center of this vortex, countless knowledge about blood power entered his mind, making him understand that there is a powerful and magical power in human blood.

Although this power does not belong to the power of the five elements and has nothing to do with the energy in the outside world, the mystery in it is not inferior to the rest of the power.

At this moment, he even felt this way.

In the outside world, it is a huge universe, but every human being itself is also a universe world. The power of the universe world is too small, and it is nothing to the power of the outside world.

Day after day, year after year, when countless blood beads seeped into the 108 relics.

The power in the relics was finally activated. They stood up and turned into a foggy man, a blood-red foggy man.

Only then did He Yiming understand the origin of the foggy man controlled by the ancient demon.

However, what surprised He Yiming was that the ancient demons had definitely used less than one hundred relics, and there were as many as one hundred relics in this vortex.

However, he quickly understood the gap.

The moment the foggy man in the vortex stood up, a huge pressure suddenly came to his face.

He Yiming's mental power was already extremely tenacious and powerful, but when it came to this pressure, he suddenly shuddered. He just wanted to resist, but the pressure suddenly increased. In just one breath, the strength of this pressure had exceeded the limit that He Yiming could bear.

There seemed to be a huge noise in his ear, as if countless bombs exploded in his ears at the same time, causing him to fall into a deaf situation.

Then, He Yiming vaguely saw the blood foggy man waved his hand casually.

Suddenly, the world changed, countless vortexes completely collapsed, and the whole world began to moan under his huge power, all the pictures and texts disappeared, and everything else, including the vortex, disappeared.

There is only a blood red between the entire world, even the air.

He Yiming shivered suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he realized that his spirit had withdrawn from this magical book of Shinto.

He took a deep breath and recalled the knowledge of the blood power he received.

He finally understood what these patterns represent.

This book is the most advanced way to use blood power. It uses 108 relics from different parts and then uses some strange secret method to refine it. Then over time, it will naturally condense into a blood-red foggy man.

Once the Fog Man takes shape, he will become a powerful and more difficult opponent than the Venerable.

Once a blood mist person comes into contact with someone, he can invade the other person's body and absorb the other person's blood to strengthen himself.

Since this is achieved through the training of blood power, there is a certain mysterious connection between the fog man and the body. The body can completely control the fog man's actions and command as much as you want.

And unless you encounter a powerful existence like thunder and lightning, the fog man will never be able to suffer casualties.

Thinking of the power of the foggy man in the Blood Coagulation Sutra, He Yiming's vest was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, what the ancient demon practiced was only a broken blood foggy man. If he was refined into a completely body blood foggy man, then today's battle results would probably be completely rewritten.

But when he thought about it, he felt relieved.

If the blood mist man with a complete body is so easy to train, wouldn’t this world have long become the world of the blood mist man?
Chapter completed!