After hearing this, the old man in black robe showed an angry look and took a few steps forward, as if he was about to have an attack.

But at this moment, a slight cough sounded, and a hunchbacked figure walked out of the crowd, shrouded in a faint white mist, and his appearance was unrecognizable.

"Brother Xiong is right. Brother Yao Xian, please be patient. Fellow Daoist Min is here on behalf of the Jiao Chi tribe, and we should not offend him."

The speaker was a hunchbacked figure, shrouded in a faint white mist, and his appearance was unrecognizable.

"Brother Xiong is right. Yao is indeed a little impatient." After hearing this, the old man in black robe changed his face, immediately took a few steps back, and replied respectfully.

"Fellow Taoist Hun, do you have anything to say?" The one-horned young man looked slightly solemn as soon as he saw the speaker clearly, but immediately asked with a reluctant smile.

"I do have something I want to say. Fellow Taoist, let us use our true energy to help you perform another blood sacrifice. What if it is not successful this time?" The hunchbacked figure sneered, with a hint of chill in his voice.

"If it fails twice, it means that the item is indeed not in our area.

We will leave immediately and we will not go back on our previous promise." The one-horned young man replied without hesitation.

While the alien race was speaking, the fish-eyed man remained silent, seemingly acquiescing to these words.

"Okay, it's enough to have the promise of fellow Taoist. We'll help you again, but you guys don't be impulsive. You must try again."

The hunchbacked figure said to the others in a half-command tone.

The strange thing is that after hearing this, the other high-level beings of the Feiling Tribe did not feel any dissatisfaction, but silently nodded in agreement.

After a while, the blood lake began to fluctuate, black air condensed on the lake surface, and at the same time, the bloody sea of ​​mist began to roll violently.

The altar in the center of the blood lake was shrouded in a bloody light, and waves of obscure spells were heard.

The severe pain suddenly struck, and Lin Mo finally woke up slowly.

He felt that everything was dark in front of him, and he struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as iron and he could not open them at all.

This surprised him, and at the same time he realized that he seemed to be lying on the ground, so he tried to struggle to sit up, but he couldn't even move a finger.

Lin Mo's heart sank. He endured the severe pain and tried to use his consciousness to check the condition of his body.

The result made him smile bitterly.

Now he has not only lost most of his essence and blood, but also all the mana in his body. To make matters worse, his spiritual consciousness has also been severely weakened, with only a small part left.

The cause of all this was just the sword he wielded not long ago.

He recalled the astonishing scene when he wielded the sword transformed from the Xuantian Fruit, and his heart was churning, and at the same time he felt lucky.

That sword almost shook the world, not only interrupting the transmission, but also leaving traces in the void.

But the cost of this sword was very high. It not only exhausted his mana, but also deprived him of most of his spiritual consciousness. This caused him to be sucked into the void and fell into a coma.

But looking back now, the sword he swung seemed to have only exerted a weak power.

The power of this sword is obviously related to the consumed mana and spiritual thoughts, and may even be related to the previous blood loss.

Lin Mo secretly speculated.

But after understanding the condition of his body, the panic in his heart eased a lot. No matter the blood essence or mana, the damage was not fatal.

As long as you take some pills and rest for a few years, you can recover as before.
Chapter completed!