I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

The Blood Demon Ancestor did not get angry when he heard this, but instead showed an expression that said, "As expected."

He admired his slender fingers and said calmly, "I know that geniuses are always proud, but you have to know that not every genius can live long."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Demon Ancestor shook his deep red cloak.

In an instant, blood needles as thin as cow hair, flashing with an eerie red light, shot out rapidly and densely like a torrential rain.

Those countless blood needles made sharp sounds of breaking through the air, leaving strange blood marks in the air, as if they were going to tear the entire space apart.

Facing the attack from the Blood Demon Ancestor, Yan Xiu still stood where he was, without even moving his body, and even his eyes were filled with indifference.

The blood needles that were powerful enough to wipe out a Hunyuan realm cultivator in an instant covered the sky and fell as densely as a torrential rain.

Each blood needle carried a monstrous bloody aura that seemed to cover the entire world.

The celestial clothes on Yan Xiu's body burst into brilliant light, forming a protective light shield.

The blood needle vaporized the moment it touched the light shield, emitting a series of incessant "hissing" sounds.

The Blood Demon Ancestor did not think that he could kill Yan Xiu with just this one move.

After all, the other party can easily wipe out his clone, so his strength must not be that bad.

He tore off the blood-red cloak that was draped over his body and threw it away.

The cloak grew longer in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it expanded to a size of more than a thousand feet at an incredible speed, like a huge mountain appearing out of thin air, almost covering the entire Fuzhen Temple.

Even the air was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood, as if the entire capital city was soaked in blood.

The blood-red cloak swayed in the strong wind, making a rustling sound, and before anyone knew it had turned into a blood-red lake floating in the sky.

The blood rain fell like silk threads, dripping down, and every drop carried with it the endless smell of decay and death, eroding the bluestone floor into pits and holes.

Even the buildings with flying eaves and pointed corners were not spared and were left in ruins by corrosion.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the blood-red lake.

Amid the surging waves, an extremely huge blood-red ghost claw suddenly broke through the water surface, as if it had broken free from the shackles of hell, and emerged from the water at lightning speed.

Each finger of the ghost claw was like a huge blood-colored pillar, and the entire body was made up of thick, deep red blood.

Its surface was sparkling with blood and flowing with a heart-pounding dark red luster.

A thick bloody aura surrounded his body, and even the sky was dyed red by this terrifying force.

The blood-red ghost claws, carrying with them a suffocating pressure, fell from the sky like a mountain pressing down on one's head.

Under the influence of its terrifying aura, it seemed as if the heaven and earth had changed color.

The air was frozen by this pressure, forming ripples that were visible to the naked eye.

If it had hit Fuzhen Temple hard, I'm afraid the entire Dayuan Mountain would have been razed to the ground.

Yan Xiu's long hair, like a waterfall, was blown wildly by the strong wind, but his expression remained unchanged.

He first placed his hand on the Ziyuan Sword, and when he was about to pull it out, he paused.

"No, he may not be able to withstand this sword."

Then he made a hand gesture and wanted to unleash the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

"No, no, thunder magic is the most effective against this kind of evil magic, he will definitely not be able to withstand it."

Putting his left hand behind his back, Yan Xiu shook the Heavenly Thunder Fire Fan from his right sleeve.

He looked at the fan that was shining brightly and shook his head.

"That won't work either. If I hit him with the fan, I'm afraid there won't be a single bone left."

In a flash, the blood-red ghost claw that covered the sky and the sun descended over everyone's heads, casting a large shadow.

The Blood Demon Patriarch saw Yan Xiu’s dilemma and said calmly.

"Why bother struggling any longer? I promised to leave you with an intact body, and I will not break my promise."

He thought Yan Xiu was anxious about how to stop his attack, but he didn't know what Yan Xiu was thinking about how to avoid killing the Blood Demon Ancestor instantly.

"Even the Heavenly Escape Sword Intent won't work. Whether it's the Dao Sword or the Form Sword, this person will either die or his soul will be destroyed."

"The sword formation is even worse. He is only at the Creation Realm and can't even hold on for a few seconds."

"As for the measuring ruler, this is even worse..."

Yan Xiu just stroked his chin and talked to himself, not listening to the words of the Blood Demon Ancestor at all.

He did not intend to use his own magical powers, but chose other techniques.

Seeing that the bloody hand was about to fall, Yan Xiu's eyes suddenly lit up.

He turned his head and fixed his gaze on Qing'er.

"Qing'er, what is the name of the technique that our Fuzhen Temple's beginner disciples practice?"

Qing'er opened her eyes when she heard that.

When she caught a glimpse of the blood-red ghost claw that was huge enough to cover the sky and the sun, her face turned pale.

"Master, why don't we solve the problem at hand first." Qing'er murmured.

In just a flash, the bloody ghost claw was already approaching.

Yan Xiu turned around and snorted coldly.

"Certainly!"

Although he only uttered a word, his words were followed by reality.

In an instant, the bloody ghost claw suddenly stopped and stopped in mid-air.

The bloody light and bloody evil spirit that kept flowing on its surface seemed to be affected by a great force and solidified in an instant.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was shocked when he saw this sudden change.

However, this surprise was short-lived.

He quickly mobilized the vast internal energy in his body and threw out several palm strikes in succession.

The streams of true energy were like nimble dragons and snakes, quickly sinking into the bloody ghost claw.

With the injection of true energy, the ghost claw began to tremble violently, and the surrounding air formed powerful air waves.

Under the impact of this force, the bloody ghost claw broke free from its restraints, showing an increasingly terrifying and powerful momentum, pressing down towards Fuzhen Temple.

"I remember now, the Qingxu Zhenqi Jue."

Yan Xiu suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and said with a smile.

The Qingxu Zhenqi Jue is the first practice for all disciples of Fuzhen Temple to begin practicing.

Its main function is to guide the disciples to control the true qi and let it circulate in the body continuously, like a gurgling stream nourishing all things.

Not only can it prolong life and keep people away from worldly diseases, but it can also widen the meridians and open the door to human potential.

If we talk about actual combat power, I'm afraid it is far less powerful than internal martial arts.

Even if it was very close, the Qingxu Zhenqi Jue could not break a small tree as thick as a wrist.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiu instantly recalled the mantra of Qingxu Zhenqi Jue and immediately recited it silently in his mind.

The next moment, endless spiritual power like the vast sea of ​​stars surged out of his body like a flood that had been released, spreading everywhere, as if to submerge the entire world in this tremendous force.

And the blood-colored ghost claw's momentum also suddenly decreased under the influence of this force.

Even so, its power is still enough to destroy the entire Dayuan Mountain.