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Ji Chuchen had never seen such a terrifying sight.

The mountain peak split into two, the sky was dyed brilliant red, and the magma flowed freely in the mountains and forests like waves, like a gluttonous beast that never satisfied, devouring the huge spiritual power on Yunhai Peak all the way.The strange and misty sea of ​​clouds was washed away, revealing a curved crescent moon, and the red light reflected on the crescent moon, turning into a blood-red moon.

The air was filled with scalding, intense, suffocating waves of fire and screams.

The scream came from a famous mountain disciple.

They were staying in the cave to spend this ordinary night, but they were suddenly sucked into the magma all over the sky. The protective formation of Yunhaizong's cave was helpless in the face of the red golden flames—no, not just helpless Resisting, even opening his arms to welcome the flames, because the big formation of the sea of ​​clouds was dismantled from the molten blood formation, and it was a part of it.

This stream of heat is the source of the Shouzong formation.

At the deepest part of the crack, Cheng Huan was also screaming.

There was a hint of pain in the cry, but it couldn't conceal the ecstasy in the scream. The young man screamed presumptuously, roaring hoarsely: "It's great, it's great!"

The huge spiritual power swept by the flames is pouring into his body continuously.

The infused power was very rude, as if forcing him in like a crock pot, which undoubtedly brought a lot of pain to Cheng Huan, but he didn't care about it.Cheng Huan only felt that his body was filled with unprecedented power. His muscles bulged like hills, his meridians were violently opened, and his spiritual power surged inside, like a continuous torrential river.

With this power, why should he be afraid of Cheng Yang?

Elder Song stood beside him with his hands behind his back, watching the surge of flames transformed from spiritual power, a bloody gleam flashed in his eyes.

He leaned over slightly, pressed against Cheng Huan's ear and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Unprecedented." Cheng Huan's eyes were full of fine red blood, but his expression was crazy, "It's not enough, I can bear more, give me some more, Mr. Song!"

Elder Song smiled slightly: "As you wish."

His hands were covered under the sleeve robe that had slowly melted into substance, and half of his forearm suddenly turned into countless red bloodshots, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be small blood leeches, bouncing and rushing towards the flames.

During the day, Elder Song absorbed the power of Tenglong's sacrificial ceremony, and now the refined little leech was glowing with golden light, and under the disguise of the golden glow, it smoothly blended into the tumbling Jintao.

So under the cover of the golden waves, thin red lines spread across the whole mountain.

Cheng Huan gradually felt a different power.It's not just the spiritual power accumulated over the years in the blessed land and cave, but also a slightly heterogeneous spiritual flow that contains the power of different five elements. Although it is small, it is also a huge force when gathered together.

"This is the spiritual power of the disciples of the Yunhai Sect, maybe there are elders who have accidentally lost their way?"

Elder Song rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "Remember those guys who laughed at you when you went up the mountain, this is their spiritual power, their blood, their life. Absorb children, absorb them all, let them be mad for their own Pay the price."

Cheng Huan's eyes almost glowed.

His body swelled slightly, and he couldn't bear it already, but Elder Song's voice seemed to inject an invisible force into the young man's body, which immediately made him feel infinitely refreshed, and even his will became a little bit firmer, he clenched his hands tightly Grind your teeth, continue to work hard to absorb spiritual energy.

Cheng Huan's meridian was just injured by Chi Dan, and now, within a few days, such a huge amount of spiritual power has been injected, and there is already a faint feeling of tearing.

Severe pain, unparalleled pain, but... so refreshing!

When Cheng Huan thought that he was absorbing the spiritual power of those who laughed at him, he felt indescribably happy, as if he had been living in a dusty hood for more than ten years, and only at this moment did he escape from the hood. He got out and took a breath of fresh air.

The air was filled with hot lava, which almost scalded his lungs—but Cheng Huan didn't care, he absorbed it desperately like a maniac, and laughed wildly!

With the help of the little blood leech, Cheng Huan could almost see what was happening on the mountain.The flames surging into the sky made the elders feel devastated, the disciples entangled in red blood were writhing on the ground in pain, the devil completely controlled by the blood leeches grinned ferociously, and bit the people around him, the blood leeches on them The body reproduces and splits rapidly, and spreads to other people's bodies with the demon's restless attack.

In just half an hour, Yun Haizong was like a purgatory.

……

"Master Cheng Yang, this way!"

Amidst the loud shouts, Ji Chuchen's face turned ashen.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he swiped heavily across his palm.

Fresh blood flowed on the blade of the sword, covering the shiny sword body, and there was a faint gilt-like luster in the blood light. Following Ji Chuchen's left hand, the long sword swung out, drawing a splendid arc in the air.

The long arc spread rapidly, like the waves of a lake flowing in all directions, and the crowd of enchanted disciples who surrounded them let out miserable howls, with blood and tears overflowing from their ears, mouths and noses, and fell to the ground like dumplings.

If you look closely, you can see small insects moving in the overflowing blood and tears, but the moment they touched Ji Chuchen's spiritual power, they let out a shrill scream, which quickly turned into smoke and dissipated in the air.

Although the leech has been improved after the Tenglong Sacrifice, Ji Chuchen is no longer the Jindan monk in Qinghe Town, not to mention that he is now stronger, the leech has been transformed by the Tenglong Sacrifice, and Ji Chuchen Chen's own true dragon blood can absolutely suppress him.

After rescuing the disciples on the north side, many people gathered around Ji Chuchen.

They are all elite disciples of Yun Haizong.

In fact, the Yunhai Sect is not in a desperate situation at this moment, because although the leeches are insidious, most of them control low-level disciples, and the real elites are not so easy to be controlled-of course, except for Cheng Huan's kind of rubbish.

The elite disciples surrounded Ji Chuchen and said worriedly, "Young Master, what shall we do now?"

He didn't even pay attention to it himself. Even though Cheng Huan hadn't returned the position of the young suzerain at this moment, the disciples had subconsciously changed their names.

In their hearts, only Ji Chuchen is the young suzerain who is qualified to command them.

Ji Chuchen's thoughts were running fast, and he said calmly: "You guys, divide into three teams, go to the east, south, and west sides respectively, and subdue the disciples who have been infiltrated by evil spirits. This evil spirit is not easy to get rid of. You just need to suppress it with all your strength to avoid other Just spread it further, and wait for me to do the rest.”

Gather people together first, and then harvest them by him who bears the blood of the real dragon. This will be the best way to deal with the disciples.

The elite disciples took orders, Ji Chuchen gave a few more instructions, and immediately the crowd dispersed.

After all the others left, Ji Chuchen took a deep breath and looked worriedly at the back mountain.

There are the people he can't let go of the most.

Even though Che Yunwen and Qiongqing quietly sent him voice transmissions among the crowds of people just now, saying that Ji Chuchen should let Ji Chuchen lead the disciples of Yunhai Sect with peace of mind, and they would take care of Yu Xiaotan, but Ji Chuchen still felt uneasy.

It's not that he doesn't trust Big Brother Qiongqing, it's just...

Ji Chuchen heard his chaotic heartbeat, thump, thump.

He closed his eyes deeply, took a long breath, and just tried to suppress the worries in his heart.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

……

In the depths of the furnace, Cheng Huan burped slowly.

He couldn't eat anymore.

Not only could he not eat it, but he was about to explode. The scalding spiritual power was rushing in his body like boiling water, stretching his thin skin tight, and his whole body showed a swollen translucent color.

He was like a balloon full of water, he couldn't even open his eyelids, and he licked his tongue with a satisfied face: "Old Song, let's go here first, and come back another day after I digest the spiritual power." suck."

The feeling of the melting pot formation is really wonderful. Cheng Huan feels that the spiritual power he absorbed today is worth decades of hard work. After digesting this power, he can also break through the Nascent Soul, right?

He is several months younger than Ji Chuchen!

By then, the youngest Nascent Soul in the Qixia Realm... hehe, it will all belong to him, Cheng Huan.

Elder Song frowned slightly imperceptibly, but his voice was still kind and gentle: "This is enough, don't you want to suck more?"

"There are not many such once-in-a-lifetime opportunities. After this incident, the Yunhai Sect will definitely clean up the whole sect. Even if our tricks in the big battle are not discovered, we can trigger such a big battle next time..."

Cheng Huan supported his swollen cheeks, staggered and hiccupped: "No, no, it's no good, you said that before you had a cup of tea, Song."

Before Cheng Huan felt that he couldn't hold on, Mr. Song would try every means to motivate him, and Cheng Huan also worked very hard to break through the limit time and time again, but now, he really couldn't bear it anymore.

Elder Song sighed for a long time: "Oh..."

Seeing that Hongying was frowning, Cheng Huan cheerfully enlightened him: "Okay, old Song, don't worry, I know it well. Don't be sad, the remaining spiritual power is in the furnace, and it won't It has grown wings and flew, let's come back next time."

"You said that you are a ghost who has lost the memory of his body/body, right? Don't be sad, when I step on Cheng Yang, I will take his body/body and give you a new body, okay? good?"

"It sounds good." Elder Song raised his head slowly, "But that's not why I sigh."

Cheng Huan: "That's it?"

Song Lao looked at him steadily, his translucent body gradually stained scarlet.

"I sighed, because the mud can't support the wall!" He shook his head with emotion, "I've helped you to this point, and I've only absorbed this bit of spiritual power... That's all, anyway, it's all It’s a pleasant surprise, let’s count as much as you have.”

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Huan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.

It was the same as the piercing pain in the room, and it was mixed with the pain of tearing every inch of the body, which was more violent than before, and it was even more difficult to resist.The young man collapsed to the ground almost instantly, twitching a few times like a dehydrated fish, his complexion turned pale instantly.

He saw a bright red line.

Stretched out from his abdomen, meandering on the charred black rock, and finally connected to Song Lao's palm.

Elder Song made a "guji guji" sucking sound from his palm, and at the same time, Cheng Huan felt the abundant spiritual power in his body begin to drain rapidly.He was like a bloated balloon that was suddenly punctured by a thorn, and the surging spiritual current flowed outwards at high speed, leaving only a skin sac that was excruciatingly painful, and quickly shriveled.

Cheng Huan's eyes widened in disbelief: "Song, Lao Song...?"