Chapter 3200： My name is Shenyin

Chapter 3200 I am Shenyin

"Boss, how can we help."

Seeing this, Feng Yun Qilong clan and others also wanted to contribute their strength.

Jun Mohuang looked around the sea of ​​blood, "The fierce and evil spirit in the sea of ​​blood is very strong, after refining and taming, it is very suitable for cultivation and enhance attack power."

Everyone understood the meaning of Jun Mohuang in seconds, and immediately sat cross-legged, using their vitality to draw the fierce qi from the blood sea to refine and practice in the barrier.

They have already seen the situation in the Scarlet City. If Emperor Ling Tianjun Mo Phoenix's method is successful, there will be a tough battle after entering it.

At the moment, it's best to devote every minute and every second to cultivation, and one point of strength is one point.

At the scene, only the ancestor elders and other black dragons stood in place, doing nothing.

Many black dragons looked at the fierce air in the sea of ​​blood, with envy in their eyes.

Even if the black dragon clan has the lowest status, the black dragon with the lowest strength can still see the benefits of the evil spirit in the bleeding sea for cultivation.

In particular, their Black Dragon clan belonged to the sun attribute, and the sun attribute itself was full of attacks, so it would be better to cultivate with fierce aura.

Not only the ordinary black dragon, but also the three elders including the ancestor elders and the four black dragon kings are very excited.

But now they have chronic toxins in their bodies, their vitality cannot run, and they cannot cultivate.

The fierce anger is rare, now I lowered my face and begged Jun Mohuang, sincerely admitting a mistake and asking for an antidote. The ancestor elders and the black dragons felt that they couldn't hold back their faces.

Ever since, the Black Dragon clan can only stand there, envious and tangled at the fierce aura that is constantly surging in the sea of ​​blood.

Jun Mohuang focused all his energy on analyzing the energy and gas composition of the city. He was not free and was too lazy to pay attention to the group of black dragons, and kept telling Emperor Lingtian the information he had analyzed.

The golden rune pen appeared in Di Lingtian's hands, and golden runes overflowed, wrapping the outline of the blood-colored city, and hundreds of complex rune combinations appeared in the air, extremely gorgeous.

Di Lingtian's thin lips are perfectly shaped and lightly pressed, putting the information provided by Jun Mohuang and the information he observed into different rune combinations.

...

In the Scarlet City.

As soon as Xiao Haitang entered the city, the blood-colored city became majestic and clear before his eyes.

But what attracted her at this time was not the unusually majestic city, but the boy around her.

When he came to the edge of the city, the blood and light quickly peeled off the boy, revealing his true face.

A pair of black eyes are embellished with golden colors, like a deep night sky full of stars, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the look is indifferent.

The boy is only eight or nine years old, and his facial features are still very immature and handsome, but he can see that he must be a man when he grows up.

"You look good, but it's a pity that my dad is a little short."

Xiao Haitang couldn't help but glanced at him.

It can be said that it is a high honor to receive such praise from her. After all, Xiao Haitang's enlightenment on the aesthetics of the opposite **** is Di Lingtian.

Faced with an impeccable face at birth, it is not easy to get such praise from her.

"My name is Shenyin, come with me."

The boy named Shenyin slightly hooked his lips, holding Xiao Haitang's hand, and went straight through the city wall to the inside of the city.

At this moment, Xiao Haitang had a clear view of the city.

The blood-colored city is not because the buildings in this city are blood-colored, but are stained red with blood.

Many cultivators lie on the roofs of the city and on the streets, knowing whether they live or die. There are constantly cultivators falling from the black clouds in the sky, showers of blood falling, and blood everywhere on the streets.

(End of this chapter)