Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

"Zombie, don't kill me, don't kill me!" The horse-faced youth cried and shouted while running.

But how could an ordinary warrior outrun a flying zombie?

On a road, the zombie caught up with the horse-faced youth.

It fell from the sky and pierced the youth's shoulders with both hands.

Then it sucked his blood and flesh like it did to the spear youth.

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On the road, a group of merchants were transporting goods to the nearest Guancheng, preparing to sell the goods to the Wu Kingdom.

They happened to see the scene of the zombie eating the horse-faced youth.

"Monster!"

"Monster!"

The peddler who saw this scene screamed.

"Uh..." The zombie uttered a stiff low moan, and stared at the fleeing mortals with pale eyes.

It jumped into the air again and chased after the food.

"Help, monster!" The merchants were in a panic and ran for their lives.

But even the well-trained warriors couldn't outrun them, let alone the zombies.

A group of dozens of merchants fell into the zombies' mouths.

When the zombies looked at each other again, the rust on their bodies was gone, but turned into a reddish skin that emitted a metallic glow.

This road was originally the trade road from Yu to Wu, with people coming and going, and it was quite prosperous.

But who knew that the merchants who came and went became the introduction that led the zombies to Wu step by step.

At Wangtian Pass, the border city of Wu, the flying zombies followed the fleeing merchants and broke in.

Like a mouse entering a rice jar, they ate a lot.

After eating a hundred people, the zombies seemed to be full and buried their bodies underground to rest and digest for a while.

...

In the capital of Wu, Ye Buwen completed another round of life and death challenges.

1341/1456.

This is Ye Buwen's current health bar.

Only three months after Li Mingyue left, he hit a bottleneck again.

The bottleneck of the next realm.

Above Xiantian, no one in the ten nearby countries has achieved this.

Ye Buwen is very much looking forward to how powerful that realm is.

Ouyang Zhan came to Ye Buwen's mansion again, looking at Ye Buwen who closed his eyes and comprehended under the moonlight, his pupils shrank slightly, and his strength became stronger again.

Ouyang Zhan smiled bitterly and said, "You are really a busy man. I have to find you ten times to discuss martial arts with you."

Ye Buwen opened his eyes, and a glimmer of divine light appeared.

"Isn't your technique initially perfected?"

"But it's not enough. I want it to be more powerful and more perfect."

"Only you, the first Xiantian with extraordinary talent in Wu, can give me feedback."

"Let's take a look."

Ouyang Zhan took out his latest revised version of Xiantian technique.

The technique is called "Xiantian Blood Sutra-Blood Evil Fist".

The technique is divided into two parts, the first part is the Xiantian blood circulation method that Ouyang Zhan has studied all his life.

The second half is the real focus, the innate blood body refining method.

Ouyang Zhan chose to start from the hands, focusing the initial training on the palms, combining the iron sand palm and the anti-poison method to create the blood evil fist.

After the inhuman torture of the palms, plus the strengthening of the innate blood, they can hit the extremely powerful blood evil, which has the ability to destroy the internal organs of the human body.

With one punch, ordinary innates without any skills will die.

After reading it, Ye Buwen said: "This method is already very complete. If there is anything to improve, my suggestion is to focus on the bones."

"If you can find a way to force the innate blood into the bones, this method can enter the next realm."

"Bones?" Ouyang Zhan seemed to understand.

Soon he was surprised and said: "Yes, bones, bones are the source of blood. If bones can be transformed into innate bones..."

Ouyang Zhan couldn't help but imagine the future scene.

He tilted his head and looked at Ye Buwen: "What methods have you tried to use to temper your bones recently?"

Ye Buwen has tried more than 20 kinds of inhuman torture and tempering.

If you can't find a way to temper, just ask him.

No one in the ten countries is more experienced than him.

"The most effective method is the bone-breaking technique. Break the bones, let the innate blood enter the bones and then heal them, and you can complete a bone tempering."

"The second best method is to choose to withstand the blows of steel and use hammering to drive the innate blood into the bones."

"The worst method is to use tarsal poison, but it's not worth the loss for you."

Ouyang Zhan took a deep breath and asked Ye Buwen: "Which one have you tried?"

"I've tried them all."

Ouyang Zhan was not surprised, or he had expected it.

"This kid is really a pervert, a crazy martial arts maniac who doesn't care about his life." Ouyang Zhan said secretly.

After the two exchanged their experience in creating skills.

Ouyang Zhan proposed to practice against each other.

He wanted to see what kind of realm Ye Buwen had reached now and how far he was from being above the innate.

And how far away was he from Ye Buwen?

"Okay, let me see how much damage your blood palm can do to me."

The two came to the martial arts training ground.

Ouyang Zhan was ready, in contrast to Ye Buwen's calmness.

"Boy, get ready, be careful or I'll kill you if you're careless."

Ouyang Zhan warned, and through a few simple punches, the innate blood successfully gathered on his fist.

You can see that his fist exudes a faint blood glow, and has a faint hard stone appearance.

"Ha~" Ouyang Zhan roared, jumped out, and crossed a distance of several meters, as if teleporting.

Ye Buwen instantly took a horse stance and spread his hands.

Ouyang Zhan punched Ye Buwen in the abdomen.

But Ye Buwen's muscles were extremely hard, and Ouyang Zhan felt like he was hitting a stone.

However, his fist was not that simple. In order to defeat Ye Buwen, this imaginary enemy, he racked his brains and created a special boxing method with internal strength and blood evil.

The fist with these two weapons can break through the hard body shell and penetrate the inside.

The blood evil internal strength on Ouyang Zhan's fist invaded and attacked Ye Buwen's internal organs.

Ye Buwen felt that his body was churning and his internal organs were shaking.

Accompanied by a feeling of nausea rising from his abdomen.

He was actually hit by a punch and wanted to vomit.

The seventy-year-old Lao Deng is indeed experienced and not a fuel-saving lamp.

But who is Ye Buwen? He has received so much inhuman training, and his internal organs were only shaken.

Ye Buwen gathered the innate blood in the middle of his body to strengthen his internal organs.

"Come again, don't hold back. The punch you just made shook my internal organs."

"Come a few more times, you might be able to hurt them."

Ouyang Zhan looked at Ye Buwen and cursed inwardly: "Mad man."

"Since you want to use my bloody fist as your life and death experience, don't blame me for beating you to death."

Ouyang Zhan was not polite and punched Ye Buwen wildly.

Each punch went straight into the internal organs, causing explosive damage.

Ye Buwen silently endured it without saying a word, using the innate blood to repair his injuries and exercise his internal organs at the same time.

Until an hour later, Ouyang Zhan was exhausted and could no longer use the bloody fist, which was full of damage.

Ye Buwen stood up expressionlessly, as if he was unharmed.

"Your strength is still a little low, you can't even beat me to the point of vomiting blood."

"You are a monster, and I am just a 70-year-old man, can't you have pity on my old bones?"

Ouyang Zhan sat on the ground and panted.

He had to admit that he was old. If he was ten years younger and created this technique, he would never be so embarrassed when facing Ye Buwen.