"With the help of the spirits of heaven and earth, I stole the spirit of nine days’ thick soil and sacrificed it with my blood … stealing the sky for another day!"

Countless character seals composed entirely of blood, with the black osteotome forcibly chopped off, or all exploded, and the interior of the war suddenly filled with a large pungent smell of blood. At the same time, the purple-red almost sticky light instantly filled every corner, and the consciousness was completely offset in this space.
A person who is exactly the same as Chen Han in shape, appearance and breath, standing on the sky with a cloud of combat knives, is exactly the same as the incarnation.
Kill!
Quickly condensed lightsaber immediately nullify the past, but that clearly the same person as Chen Han, the speed actually exceeded the sword light and easily avoided the attack.
Qi Jianqiu almost jumped out of his eyes. How could he surpass the sword light?
Kill!
The result of another attack is still the same. The speed of the other party is incredible. No matter how fast the sword light is, it can’t touch the skirts, let alone attack.
"No! He is not Chen Han, it is an illusion! "
"Chen Han is hiding in that purple fog!"
"Kill it!"
"The psionic offset cannot be locked. What should I do?"
"What kind of black magic is this?"
Once the consciousness penetrates into the purple light fog with a diameter of kilometers, it will be inexplicably transferred to the light fog, the person with a fast speed.
Two consecutive attacks were not touched, and everyone knew that the guy was not Chen Han himself, just like a virtual shadow projected by a mirror. The difference is that this virtual shadow is exactly the same as a real person. No matter the appearance or the breath, the real cold is hiding in the fog to heal and recover.
"quick! Get rid of these fogs, no matter what you do, you can’t give him a chance to heal! "
"Fairy attack is invalid!"
"Yuan Shen’s attack is invalid!"
"True fire! Quickly use the fairy baby’s real fire. This thing is yin and evil, and the real fire with masculine attributes is just its nemesis! "
More than 200 people all opened their mouths and spewed out plumes of true fire, and the purple light fog that the consciousness and the six senses could not penetrate immediately melted away when they met the true fire.
However, the real fire is not any fire after all, and the number is relatively limited. Within the war, Fiona Fang kilometers are foggy, so it’s really not possible to incinerate it with that real fire.
Just a big level higher than the Mahayana period, the immortal medicinal materials can’t be repaired instantly, but the speed is still very fast. But after a dozen breaths, with the help of the immortal seal and the body’s self-healing force, most of the injuries have been recovered, and the rest of the injuries have little effect on the combat power.
Hoo …
Chen Han heaved a sigh of relief, and his eyes were full of pitfalls. If he hadn’t thought of this witch spell in time, he would have died with ten lives.
"Let me die, and I won’t make you feel better!"
The osteotome was severely cut on the left wrist, and a large amount of blood was driven by the immortal force, and it soared out like a sharp arrow.
Anyway, the spell of stealing the day requires ordinary blood, and no matter how much it is lost, as long as there are fairy medicinal materials, you can make thousands of kilograms artificially. More blood floated around, and he sang a harsh witch spell again, and the bone knife flashed with a chilling light.
Suddenly!
The light fog, which was originally kilometers in diameter, soared like a stimulant, and unexpectedly expanded to more than 10 thousand meters in diameter in a blink of an eye.
More than 200 people who are being driven away by real fire are all covered in light fog.
Consciousness and six senses completely lose their function here, so they can’t judge the direction, contact their classmates, or even form a war. Just as Chen Han was secretly excited, he thought that with this practice, he would never be afraid of being besieged by a large array again, and there was a suction in his head out of thin air.
The unused force of Yuan Shen seems to be drawn by something, and inexplicably loses itself into the fog.
"Holy shit!"
Without thinking about it, he immediately stopped the sorcery spell. He just cast the sorcery spell without considering it. When he looked back carefully, he found that this sorcery spell, which is similar to illusion, not only needs to be guided by his own blood, but also consumes different amounts of spirit according to the scope of sorcery spell.
The so-called spirit of the Wu clan, that is, the force of the Yuan God of the fix true person, enveloped Fiona Fang’s 10,000-meter-long witch curse, and almost instantly extracted 90% of his force of the Yuan God.
That was close …
If you continue to cast the sorcery spell just now without timely interruption, once the power of Yuan God is not enough, the next extraction is the soul source.
Even if the soul source loses a little, it will be an irreparable wound, ranging from returning to its original shape and becoming a mortal, and it is still a kind of dementia, or it will die on the spot.
Shook some dizzy head, he knew that the previous idea was unrealistic, and the spell of the witch family seemed powerful, but the price for powerful power was also terrible. It was better to use this witch spell as little as possible in the future, and I didn’t know how to die if I accidentally died.
Gnostics and six senses can’t be used. That’s for others. As the caster of witchcraft spells, he knows everything in the space of ten thousand meters.
Kill!
Quickly locked thousands of meters away, I can’t tell the southeast from the northwest, like a headless fly flying around in a maze, and his look was full of anxiety. His figure flashed and he directly broke the void behind the other side, and at the same time he sneered: "Son of a bitch, I want to see how many body double fairy dolls you have, and die for me!"