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The pupil of the blood moon, the art of killing. Two blood-red rays of light shot out from Dongfang Huan's eyes, like two blood lines, several times faster than ordinary flying swords.

This Blood Moon Pupil is a unique secret technique that can only be cultivated by the Palace Master of the Blood Moon Palace of the Jiangxue Pavilion, and even the Pavilion Master of the Jiangxue Pavilion cannot practice. It is said that the requirements for cultivating this technique are extremely demanding, first you have to devour the blood souls of hundreds of people, have raised your blood pupils, and you have to cultivate the heart method of Jiangxue Pavilion to the highest realm in order to promote this technique.

Moreover, this is also a method of self-injury, the moment he activates the spell, he forcibly improves his own cultivation and releases a great spell that surpasses his own realm.

However, there must be some damage afterwards. Therefore, even the Blood Moon Palace Masters of the past dynasties may not choose to practice this technique.

And with Dongfang Huan's cultivation at this time, this type of Blood Moon Pupil is enough to exert the power of the Spirit Saint Realm. This is definitely to kill Pear Ruo in the ring.

Two red rays, several feet long, with endless bloody killing aura. Fortunately, the ancestor of Bai Yifeng, who was only one of them, was already hanging in the void, hanging down the white mang, and emitting crystal snow.

"Boom-boom-"

There were two loud bangs, and all the monks felt a slight shock.

The Northern Han Patriarch Jade Pei shook slightly. The power of the Blood Moon Pupil can be seen.

"Boom-" followed by another loud bang, far superior to Fang Cai.

Zaijian's Northern Han Patriarch Jade Pendant, the brilliance was dimmed, and he was shocked and flew out. This mid-level soul treasure, although no one controls it, even an ordinary spirit saint attack will not want to break its protection.

No one expected that this Dongfang Huan's Blood Moon Pupil was so powerful, and it seemed to be even better than the "ruthless flower" Jiang Ling'er back then.

If the pear is in the whirlpool, there is a green mango to protect it at this time. However, the pupil of the blood moon collided with the jade pendant of the Northern Han Patriarch, and the explosion-like power generated by the superposition spread out like water ripples.

The void was almost torn apart by such force.

At this time, Li Ruo couldn't lift a trace of spiritual power, how could he withstand such a strong force and be blown out directly.

When Ziyun saw it, she hurriedly flew up to catch Li Ruo, and then took out a spirit pill from her arms and stuffed it directly into Li Ruo's mouth.

And Liruo had already passed out at this time, but Ziyun took Liruo's vein, and her heart was slightly relaxed.

"No harm to life!"

Zi Yun said a word, and everyone in the Northern Han Sect breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is no defense of the ancestor jade pendant, and there is no lotus petal protection from the water, if the pear is definitely fragrant and jade is damaged at this time, then the loss of the Northern Han Sect will be great.

"Click-click-"

At this time, the bluestone on the Beihan Square continued to crack and spread like a spider web, which showed the power of the blasting. Immediately, I saw that on the bluestone square, the orbs on the nine cupola jade pillars emitted endless spiritual light.

This is a magic circle in the Northern Cold Great Array, and the bluestone square has only been restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The monk of the Northern Wilderness, seeing this scene, couldn't help but be amazed.

The first battle was the most fierce battle since the three factions started the war. Because, it was the suzerains of both sides who made a move.

Dongfang Huan, the palace master of the Blood Moon Palace of Jiangxue Pavilion, seriously injured three Northern Wilderness Spirit Realm monks in a battle, two of which were the first figures in the Northern Wilderness, which could be described as a blockbuster and powerful Northern Wilderness.

At this time, Dongfang Huan stood in the middle of the field, his blue skirt was flying, and the blood in his eyes did not retreat. The pupil of the blood moon aroused the infinite killing intent in her heart.

This killing intent almost filled the entire bluestone square, causing the Northern Wilderness monk, who had cultivated to be weaker, to involuntarily retreat.

It was a bitter bloody aura.

"Northern Han Sect, who will fight again?"

Dongfang Huan shook his hand, and the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear, which had just been entangled by her Mixed Sky Blue Aya, was directly thrown back to the direction of the Northern Han Sect by her.

Poof, the Nine Dragons Silver Spirit Spear was inserted directly in front of everyone in the Northern Han Sect. The tip of the gun went deep into the bluestone, and the body of the gun buzzed,

"Northern Han Sect, who will fight again?"

Dongfang Huan shouted again. This is a naked challenge, because according to the rules of the three factions, the Northern Han Sect must produce at least five people, and a maximum of seven people.

At this time, the Northern Han Sect was still one person away.

However, if the pear is defeated, the first seat of Wanling Cave Zhou will be injured. The huge Northern Han Sect, except for Bai Yifeng at this time, there are no more qualified monks.

Of course, there is one more person who meets the conditions, and that is the first Qianzang real person of Tianzang Peak. But Qianzang Zhenren has never asked about the world, except for the Northern Cold War forty years ago, Qianzang Zhenren rarely appeared.

Such a big competition, if it weren't for the survival of the Northern Han, Qianzang Zhenren would never have appeared.

Forty years ago, Qianzang Zhenren was a mid-level spiritual saint, and now he doesn't know how to cultivate. If Qianzang is allowed to appear, it will be to use the most secret liliang of the Northern Han Sect, and it is better for Bai Yifeng to go to the battle.

But Bai Yifeng is now the Northern Han Sect Master, and this time is definitely not good. Could it be that the Northern Han Sect has been open for thousands of years, and the sect master's next game has not been successful?

"Northern Han Sect, who will fight again?" Dongfang Huan shouted for the third time. But the Northern Han Sect was silent.

For a while, the atmosphere of His Royal Highness Beihan was a little weird.

The challenge of Jiangxue Pavilion, there are less than five people in the Northern Han Sect, why is no one going down?

Just now, Dongfang shouted for joy, and almost all the Northern Wilderness monks were thinking that the Northern Han Sect might be arranging personnel. But Dongfang Huan shouted three times in a row, and no one responded from Beihan, and everyone gradually felt that something was wrong.

However, I didn't dare to imagine that the huge Northern Han Sect, one of the three major immortal sects of the Northern Wilderness, could not send five spiritual realm monks except for the monks who participated in the last big competition.

But this is the current death of the Northern Cold, and the talents are withering and unsustainable.

Originally, I thought that Qianyun Shouzao could be zuihou to suppress the formation, but at this time, it was no longer possible. Then again, at this time, Qianyun's first seat was uninjured, and in terms of combat power, it was by no means Dongfang Huan's opponent. After going up, it was also self-inflicted.

"What, is there no one in Beihan?" Dongfang Huan's eyes were bloody, but his words were sarcastic.

Both the Jiangxue Pavilion and the Heavenly Desolate Sect were quietly waiting for the Northern Han Sect's response, or rather waiting to see the Northern Han Sect's jokes.

"Pavilion Master, it seems that there is no one in the Northern Han Sect to send!" Yang Dingtian, the palace master of Chiyang Palace, said with a gloomy face.

"I didn't expect that the Northern Han Sect really got such a world!" Li Xue squinted his eyes and looked at the direction of the Northern Han Sect, but he felt a little emotion in his heart, "The Ten Thousand Year Immortal Sect is no longer what it used to be." ”

The Heavenly Desolate Sect was also talking about it.

"Young Master, it seems that the rumors are true, the combat strength of the Northern Han Sect is not half of what it was at the beginning! Now it can't send five Spirit Realm cultivators!" said one of the Spirit Realm monks.

"Hmm!" The pale, handsome black-robed man just nodded indifferently and coughed twice, but said nothing.

At this time, Bai Yifeng's face was cold, but there was really no one to send.

Listening, Dongfang Huan's shouting, Bai Yifeng's cheeks tightened, and the hand holding the cloud chair, his knuckles were already white.

"I'm gone!" Bai Yifeng squeezed out three words from his mouth.

"No!" As soon as Bai Yifeng's words came out, several people fell to one knee.

"Sect Master, don't end up in person!"

"The sect master appeared, shame my Beihan disciple!"

"Sect Master Wang, the Northern Han Sect's 10,000-year foundation is the most important!"

"Sect Master ......"

Everyone knows Bai Yifeng's character, but he still tries his best to block it, and there are even several post-Jin eight-vein heads.

Those Beihan disciples who did not enter the spiritual realm were even more ashamed, thinking that if they entered the spiritual realm, they would be able to fight for Beihan at this time, why embarrass the sect master so much!

"Please get out of the water!" it was Tongtian Peak Tieyun who spoke, but his voice was extremely low. It's a pity that Tie Yun is still wearing that purple robe.

In the past forty years, no matter how much you practice, the threshold of the spiritual realm cannot be crossed. Seeing other fellow sects, cultivating as a day by day, Li Yuntong, who was a mid-level cultivator in Tongtian Peak back then, is now a person of the void spirit, but Tieyun has no inch.

Although Tieyun is still in charge of Tongtian Peak today, his status and prestige are no longer what they used to be. Forty years of being stuck in the high-level Great Perfection of fixed cultivation, I am afraid that it will be difficult to enter the spiritual realm in this life.

"Please get out of the water!" This time it was the elder of the Sunset Peak who spoke. Now this elder has succeeded him as the head of Sunset Peak.

Since the first seat of Sunset Peak said this, everyone looked at Bai Yifeng when they heard it.

But Bai Yifeng glanced at everyone, shook his head, and said coldly: "Holy Lotus retreat, I can't disturb it!

A few simple words show Bai Yifeng's resolute attitude.

"That cold ......" I don't know who whispered to suggest.

But before she finished speaking, Zi Yun interrupted coldly: "With Bingyi's temperament, at this time, who dares to go to the small courtyard in the back mountain and open her six senses." She's going to kill someone!"

The people of the Northern Han Sect shook their heads, knowing that what Ziyun said was true. Back then, except for Han Qianli and the Ice Fairy, who could discipline the first beauty of the Northern Cold. Trapped by love, Han Bingyi only because of his painstaking words, those who are not in the soul realm will not be able to get close to Amu's body in the future, so he swears that it is better to not go out of the soul realm for life, close the six senses, and be trapped in the small courtyard of the back mountain.

Neither of these two can fight, and looking at the Northern Cold, there is absolutely no one to fight.

"Then give up the battle and admit defeat this time!" the first seat of Sunset Peak sighed.

Giving up the battle and admitting defeat is also something that the three factions have not done in the past 10,000 years, but it is always slightly better than Bai Yifeng's final competition.

The key is Fang Cai, the Pavilion Master of Jiangxue Pavilion forced Bai Yifeng back with a sword, and everyone also saw it. Bai Yifeng is down, so Li Xue is mainly out of the battle, what should I do?

"Is there no one in the Northern Han Sect?" Dongfang Huan urged again, "This palace invites the Northern Han Holy Lotus to fight!"

"If Beihan doesn't fight, I, the Heavenly Desolate Gate, am willing to compete with the Jiangxue Pavilion!" At this time, a spiritual realm monk from the Heavenly Desolate Gate said in a calm tone.

This is equivalent to two urges of war, and the monks in the northern wilderness have already begun to talk about it.

"Northern Han is fighting!" At this time, I don't know if it was the Northern Wilderness monk who shouted. In fact, this person has no malicious intentions, and most of them are monks from the Northern Wilderness.

Such a shout is precisely because of the blind belief that the Northern Han Sect is still strong.

But it didn't matter what he shouted. Led many monks from the Northern Wilderness and Northern Regions to shout along, most of these were monks who had fixed their cultivation.

"The North Han will fight! The North Han will win! The North Han will win! The North Han will win-"

One after another, wave after wave. These ridiculous and cute low-level monks of the Northern Wilderness actually thought that their stupid behavior could cheer up the Northern Han Sect.

In the crowd, several Spirit Realm cultivators saw the clue and shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

As everyone knows, in the face of absolute strength, a powerful slogan will only provoke the ridicule of others.

Sure enough, the voice came together. In the Jiangxue Pavilion and the Heavenly Desolate Gate, several Spirit Realm monks looked up to the sky and smiled.

This ridicule echoed throughout Tongtian Peak, lasting for a long time.

"Ridiculous! Shameless!" Dongfang Huan stood in the middle of the arena with a graceful posture, showing extreme contempt for the Northern Han Sect.

Bai Yifeng's face turned red and white, and he closed his eyes, feeling that he was ashamed of the Northern Han Patriarch and the trust of Han Qianli.

But if he can't bear it, he will make a big plan, and he can't bet on the foundation of the Northern Han Sect.

"Zuihou fights, I am in the north-" Bai Yifeng raised his hand with one hand, and he wanted to give up the battle and admit defeat.

But at this moment, suddenly a cold and abnormal voice spread throughout Tongtian Peak, directly suppressing all the hustle and bustle.

"Who said that I have no one in the northern cold? I have returned to the mountain, and the northern cold is invincible--"