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"Pah!" With a sound, the bottle was shattered and Chen Yu directly swallowed several golden cores into his mouth.

"Boom boom boom!"

The pain spread through his body through his veins.

At the same time, in his sea of consciousness, the will of the Divine King started to gradually awaken as it absorbed the medicinal energy.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a furious howl, the barrier protecting Chen Yu's Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao was broken through in an instant.

He'd never felt such a surge of power from his body before.

However, this transformation also meant that Chen Yu had used up all of his potential. From then on, the speed of his cultivation would slow down. If he wanted to improve again, he could only rely on little by little hard work.

This loss couldn't be considered a profit or a loss.

However, in this situation, Chen Yu could not care less. Advancing to the eighth level of the martial way was his only chance of survival.

Originally, fetishism's disciple Er Yan was also prepared to make a move on Chen Yu. However, when Chen Yu had levelled up to the eighth stage of the Martial Dao, he vaguely sensed that there seemed to be a hidden powerful will that could erupt at any time on Chen Yu's body.

"What a strong aura, this power seems to be faintly restraining my strength. This aura was like that of a god descending to the mortal world, with tens of thousands prostrating themselves before him! What kind of aura was this? Could it be that Chen Yu possesses the legendary divine bloodline?! "

In the end, this fetishism's disciple, Er Yan, made up her mind.

Desert, Lonely City.

By now, Lou Lan City had become a land of slaughter.

Countless fetishism disciples, sandbandit s, and Martial Imperial Manor disciples were fighting here, suffering injuries and deaths.

After a patch of sandstorm passed by, a thin layer of yellow "blanket" was placed on each and every corpse.

One could imagine that it wouldn't be long before the people who died here would be devoured by the desert, leaving not a single trace behind.

Perhaps, this was the cruelty of the world of martial dao.

Inside the ancient tomb, after the leader of the sandbandit, Mo Xiekuang, caught up to Chen Yu, he also felt a strong sense of true energy coming from his body.

"My cultivation actually increased." Mo Xiekuang's coarse voice transmitted a trace of surprise.

Chen Yu did not speak, he only stared at the other party quietly.

The inside of his body was still crackling.

The large amount of True Qi in his body started to settle down, stabilizing him. This caused Chen Yu's strength, perception and mental strength to increase rapidly.

"Unfortunately, even if you advance to the 8th level of the Martial Dao, in front of me, it's still not enough!" Mo Xiekuang's voice was still hoarse.

His face revealed a cruel expression, and he slowly walked towards Chen Yu.

He wanted to let Chen Yu know what kind of painful price he had to pay for killing his brother!

"It's not up to you to decide whether or not you want it!"

As his voice fell, Chen Yu's eyes slowly turned blood-red.

His blood-red eyes flickered with a cold and devilish light.

"Hmm?!" Mo Xiekuang's heart inexplicably trembled.

The light in Chen Yu's eyes made him feel like he was being seen through.

"Pretending to be ghosts!"

With a loud roar, Mo Xiekuang instantly took action.

He wanted to use his own powerful strength to wipe out the strange feeling Chen Yu gave him!

"Blood Soul Claw!"

Mo Xiekuang waved his claws, instantly forming a series of blood red claw marks in the air.

These claw marks instantly gathered into a blood net that covered Chen Yu.

Chen Yu only felt a burst of red in front of him, as a bloody Qi pounced towards him and wrapped around his body, about to pierce through his skin and enter into his body.

"Blood poison?!" In Chen Yu's mind, he instantly reacted to Mo Xiekuang's sinister move.

The bloody light was merely a smokescreen on him. What truly killed him was the poison concealed within the bloody light.

A needle-like piercing pain instantly entered Chen Yu's brain, and the poison had already invaded his sea of consciousness.

"Get out of my way!"

Just then, Chen Yu immediately split his consciousness.

This consciousness contained the will of the Divine King, trapping the blood poison that had invaded his sea of consciousness.

At the same time, another part of Chen Yu's attention was focused on dealing with Mo Xiekuang's attacks.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

Streams of flames shot into the sky, striking the blood colored fist image that Mo Xiekuang had blasted out.

Energy shot in all directions. The blood colored shadows of the fists and the blazing shadows of the fists smashed the surrounding stone pillars and tombstones into pieces.

"Oh? "Multitasking!" After Mo Xiekuang saw that Chen Yu had broken through his secret attack, the corner of his mouth revealed a sinister smile. He walked slowly around Chen Yu, and actually did not immediately make a move.

To be able to become the leader of the sandbandit, Mo Xiekuang's personality was filled with cunning and cunning.

Although his strength was higher than Chen Yu, he was still extremely cautious when facing Chen Yu.

This was one of the reasons why he was able to stand tall in the sea of sand for so many years.

"Kid, your potential is not bad. I'll give you a bit more time. Ninth Stage of the Martial Dao is definitely not your limit. At that time, I would definitely not be your match … "

As he spoke till here, Mo Xiekuang's footsteps slowly stopped, and his sinister gaze flashed in his eyes.

His hoarse voice became sinister and malicious.

"So, I must kill you before you grow!"

As the sound of his voice faded, wisps of blood danced around Mo Xiekuang's body.

There was a ghost like aura within the blood-red light. It was like a ghost that had escaped from hell, wanting to devour someone.

"Go."

Mo Xiekuang's index finger pressed on it, and immediately, the sound of an evil spirit's cry sounded out.

Blood flames danced wildly, blasting in front of Chen Yu's body.

Mo Xiekuang unleashed this aura, causing his expression to become abnormally serious.

In Chen Yu's eyes, this bloody aura had turned into a blood crow.

If a crow cries, someone will die.

This aura carried a tinge of death within it. If one were to be even slightly affected by it, it would be extremely troublesome to deal with.

"What a strange attack, it can actually intimidate the soul! It's a good thing that there's the Divine King's will protecting my sea of consciousness. Otherwise, I would be tricked! However, Mo Xiekuang, after using your spiritual attack on me, you finally failed to do so! "