"Forty drops of yellow spring, there is indeed enough resentment in this blood dragon!"

Putting away the last drop of Yellow Spring, Zhuo Wen's eyes shone brightly, and then he pointed out that forty drops of Yellow Spring had condensed on his fingertips, and then lightly buckled on Xuelong's body.

Ka Ka Ka!

The blood dragon roared, and countless cracks appeared in the huge dragon body, and finally collapsed into countless blood-colored powder.

Under the countless blood-colored powder, Zhuo Wen slowly landed on the blood cauldron from mid-air, he took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down the blood that was still boiling in his body.

Although the battle with the blood dragon just now was extremely short, his mind was exhausted. After all, this blood dragon is unusual, and if one step is wrong, one step is wrong. It is not so easy to deal with!

But the people around were stunned for a moment. Although Shi Li was able to deal with the blood dragon cleanly before, everyone had seen it before, but who is Shi Li? The evildoer of the holy land.

But Mu Zhuo in front of him is not in the Profound Sage Realm, and he can deal with the blood dragon so easily, which is really beyond everyone's expectations.

Zhuo Wen took a deep breath, under the attention of everyone, he didn't ring the eleventh immediately, but turned around slowly, looked in the direction where Qingcang was, and said loudly: "General Qingcang, the bet between us , do you remember?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes that were originally focused on Zhuo Wen shifted to Qing Cang in an instant.

About Qing Cang's bet with Mu Zhuo, everyone present knows, everyone knows!

At this moment, this Mu Zhuo has knocked the tenth time, and this result is already equal to Qing Cang, as long as this Mu Zhuo knocks again, then the bet will be Mu Zhuo wins and Qing Cang loses.

Qingcang's pupils shrunk slightly, her scalp was slightly numb, and she remained silent.

The Gorefiend laughed, and said, "Qing Cang, what's the matter? Are you going to go back on your word?"

Qing Cang took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "You guys are too happy, right? Hasn't this son knocked the eleventh ring yet? The outcome is still undecided, who knows if this son is putting on airs now? Unless you Knock the eleventh time..."

boom!

Qingcang's voice hadn't finished yet, a earth-shattering tripod sound sounded again, and the slender figure standing in front of the blood tripod pointed out, and the eleventh sound of the tripod sounded.

The infinite coercion swept across, lifting his shoulder-length hair, like a god or a demon.

Zhuo Wen stared at Qing Cang coldly and said: "The eleventh blow! According to the agreement, I want your arm!"

Although the coercion of the eleventh attack was terrifying, at this moment Zhuo Wen had forty drops of Yellow Springs on his body, which completely blocked that terrifying coercion from the Yellow Springs, and Zhuo Wen was not damaged at all.

Moreover, all the resentment generated by the eleventh stroke was absorbed by Huang Quan, which added a lot of Huang Quan to Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen knew that with the protection of these water droplets from the underworld, he should not have too many problems before the fifteenth sound of the tripod.

"Eleventh hit, this Qingcang loses!"

Everyone gasped and stared blankly at the young man with flying hair, with indescribable emotions in their eyes.

Qingcang took a step back, his heart was pounding, he didn't believe it, he said loudly: "Impossible, you are only in the Broken Profound Sage Realm, you must be cheating, yes, you must be cheating."

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and he pointed out again, the twelfth sound of the tripod resounded, and the even more terrifying coercion crushed down, and the ground of the square began to collapse.

"No! I don't believe it."

Qingcang roared angrily, almost losing his mind, he jumped up suddenly, his whole body exploded with blue energy, like a raging dragon, and the direction he was plundering happened to be Zhuowen's direction.

From Qingcang's point of view, this little guy in the Profound Broken Sacred Realm must have tampered with the blood cauldron, that's why he rang twelve times, and now he wants to reveal the true face of Mu Zhuo.

Looking at the plundering blue sky, Zhuo Wen's eyes were extremely cold, and he saw that he was facing the terrifying pressure, his whole body robes were rattling, and then he pointed out again suddenly with his finger.

bang bang!

In the blink of an eye, he clicked twice in a row, and the coercion and resentment of the thirteenth and fourteenth tones erupted instantly, and the square completely collapsed.

Numerous rubbles fell, and on the vast ten thousand-foot square, only the ground within a few feet where the blood tripod was located was still intact, and huge pits were formed in the rest of the square.

Even the chief manager, Zang Feng, was forced to retreat to the edge of the square, watching this scene in shock.

The moment the fourteenth sound of the tripod sounded, the sound of the tripod changed completely. It actually contained a ray of killing intent, a ray of killing, just like the drums beating in millions of battlefields. All around, densely packed.

The monstrous resentment and blood energy condensed a huge blood cloud above the square, and countless blood thunders were intertwined and wandering in the blood cloud.

Teng!

Shi Li stood up suddenly, he stared at the terrifying blood cloud, and then his eyes fell on Zhuo Wen, his eyes changed completely.

He didn't expect that besides him, there was someone else who could attract the blood robbery cloud, and this person was someone he never expected.

"What is the origin of this person?" Shi Li couldn't help muttering in a low voice. JrNovels.com