C705 Filthy Blood
C705 Filthy Blood
Lee Hao looked at the strange man in front of him. His face revealed a cold smile.
This man's Qi and blood were monstrous. Lee Hao thought for a moment and immediately understood. This man cultivated a devil art, and his cultivation base wasn't weak either. He was a Great Perfection of Meditation, and he was one of the top cultivators in the Desolation Land this time.
After the red-robed man entered the Desolation Land, he furrowed his brows and asked in a puzzled manner, "A Preliminary Period of Meditation warrior can actually escape to the Desolation Land? Strange, strange. "
The red-robed man was able to tell Lee Hao's cultivation level. It wasn't because he was a divine being, but because Lee Hao had done it on purpose. This could lower Lee Hao's alertness.
Sure enough, although the red-robed man was puzzled, his actions had become bold. He casually sat on the sofa and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist is really capable. A Preliminary Period of Meditation can also escape from two princes. I admire you, I admire you."
"Hehe!"
Lee Hao smiled and didn't say anything. He just looked at the person in front of him and said, "Fellow Daoist, if you have something to say, just say it. Why beat around the bush?"
"Alright! I'll be frank with you." The red-robed man looked at Zhao Xiaoya, who was behind Lee Hao, and his eyes lit up. He said, "This girl is very useful to my cultivation. Fellow Daoist, can you give her to me?"
"What do you think?"
Lee Hao looked at this person with disdain, and revealed a mocking expression. Give her to him? How could he have thought of that?
The face of the red-robed man darkened immediately. In the cultivation world, the strong were respected, and the weak surrendered to the strong. This was a matter of course.
The reason why he was so polite to Lee Hao today was because he had brought Zhao Xiaoya, this treasure. As long as he absorbed the Pure Spiritual Qi in her body, his cultivation base would be one step closer.
Cultivation was the foundation of the Cultivator. Thinking that he would be able to improve his cultivation base immediately, the red-robed man was in a very good mood. That was why he was willing to talk to Lee Hao a little more, but he didn't expect Lee Hao to be so ungrateful.
The red robed man said angrily, "Kid, I saw that your cultivation wasn't easy, that's why I wanted to spare your life. Don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit. Do you really think that I won't dare to kill you?"
The red-robed man revealed his fierceness. Lee Hao shrugged his shoulders and didn't seem to mind at all. What kind of joke was this? The man in front of him was just a Great Perfection of Meditation devil. Lee Hao couldn't be bothered with a lowly character like him. He just casually said, "Fellow Daoist, please do as you wish!"
Lee Hao's attitude really pissed off the red-robed man. If Lee Hao's cultivation was higher than his, then... However, Lee Hao was clearly a Preliminary Period of Meditation warrior. Compared to him, ___'s cultivation base was at least a few decades lower. This made him feel a strong sense of defeat, as if Lee Hao was looking down on him.
"Alright, today, I would like to experience your divine ability!"
The devil cultivator was prone to anger and change. Before he could finish his words, he launched his attack. The red dot on his forehead suddenly emitted a bright red blood light, and a thick stench of blood began to spread in the room.
When Zhao Xiaoya smelled this smell, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Her stomach was violently churning and she was about to vomit it out.
Seeing this, Lee Hao flicked his finger, and a green light appeared on her body. Her mind was startled, and she felt much better.
Zhao Xiaoya was only affected by the aftershock. The red-robed man did not target her at all. Lee Hao used a simple curse to relieve Zhao Xiaoya of her pain. At this moment, the red-robed man suddenly shouted, "Filthy blood, go!"
A mass of black blood burst out from between the brows of the red-robed man, emitting a strong stench.
After activating his Thaumaturgy, a smile appeared on the red-robed man's face. He said with a cold smile, "Kid, this is the result of me cultivating for a hundred years and killing over a thousand Cultivators. Only then did I condense such a small clump of filthy blood, and this blood was specifically used to pollute the soul. No one in the Qi Refining stage can stop it. Today, I'll let you taste the pain of having your soul destroyed. "
There was no need for the red-robed man to explain. Lee Hao was well aware of the origin of this blood, and knew how to cultivate it. In order to cultivate this divine ability, it required the blood of a cultivator's heart to be refined. The more blood was extracted, the more powerful the blood would be.
The Filthy Blood after completion was incomparably powerful. Not only could it pollute the soul of a cultivator, but it could also be used to refine the heart blood of a cultivator. The Filthy Blood of Greater Success could corrode the soul of a cultivator. It could even corrode the body of a cultivator. It could ensure that the soul would not be destroyed, but the body would be contaminated by the Nefarious Filthy Blood. With his foundation damaged, it would be extremely difficult for him to cultivate in the future. From this, it could be seen how sinister and powerful this object was.
If it was anyone else, they would inevitably be filled with worries when facing the tainted blood. However, this person's luck was poor, and he encountered Lee Hao. Once the Spirit Fire appeared, all demons and monsters would be turned into ashes.
"Fire Pupils, Rise!"
Two small flames suddenly appeared in the depths of Lee Hao's eyes. In just a moment, they had enlarged several times, dyeing both of Lee Hao's eyes fiery red.
"This is?"
Seeing this scene, the red-robed man suddenly became nervous. Pupil-type abilities aren't just for show. Every Pupil Arts. In the Spirit Realm, they were ranked as one of the most powerful divine abilities. A rogue cultivator would never be able to come into contact with such a divine ability without a heaven-defying opportunity.
"Who are you?"
The red-robed man asked loudly, "Which sect are you from in the Spirit Realm? Why are you hiding in Desolation Land?"
At this moment, the red-robed man mistook Lee Hao as a disciple of a big sect. In his mind, only the core disciples of big sects would cultivate the Pupil Arts.
What was the use of saying all this now?
Without saying a word, Lee Hao once again activated the Illusive Pupil Arts. The Spirit Fire that he had just transformed turned into a flaming dragon that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
Today, the fire dragon was even more vivid, because in Lee Hao's mind, there was the image of a real dragon. Comparing it to the real dragon, it was exactly the same.
Don't underestimate this tiny change, there was a huge mystery hidden within.
A real dragon was the highest level creature in the world. Every part of its body contained the ultimate truth of the world. In the past, Lee Hao had obtained its form, but not its spirit. Now, it had both shape and spirit, and the power of the fire dragon had increased by 30%.
The fire dragon had just taken shape, and the filthy blood of the red-robed man had also arrived. The fire dragon's head was facing the sky, and a dragon's roar resounded through the sky. After that, a raging flame spurted out from the dragon's mouth.
Sizzle sizzle!
The raging flame began to burn the tainted blood, and black smoke curled up. The man in red turned pale with fright, and his face was filled with panic.
"How is this possible?"
The red-robed man found it hard to accept what was happening in front of him, even though he knew that the power of an eye type divine ability was enormous. However, there was a prerequisite, it was proportionate to one's cultivation. How powerful could a Preliminary Period of Meditation warrior's Pupil Arts be? At most, it could only be used by a Great Perfection of Meditation warrior.
A tie was the worst estimation in the red-robed man's mind, but he wasn't afraid of it. In terms of magic power, he had more than ten times more than Lee Hao, and even if he used up all of his energy, he would still be able to exhaust his opponent to death.
However, reality was cruel. He had spent a hundred years cultivating the Filthy Blood, but he didn't even have the strength to fight back.
"What should I do now?"
The red-robed man was very flustered. If it was any other time, he would have met an enemy he couldn't defeat. Without saying another word, he turned around and left, but today, the situation was a bit special. Because the tainted blood that he had cultivated for a hundred years was wrapped in raging flames.
If the red-robed man recalled the tainted blood now, then the Spirit Fire that Lee Hao had ignited would also enter the red-robed man's body. Doing this was simply courting death.