The northern foot of the green mountains.

A strange crystal pool is located in a radius of thousands of feet, and the periphery is made of various monster bones, engraved with countless ancient and simplified patterns. The inside is made of top-grade spirit stones. It seems to be blessed by secret techniques. The pool is filled with pure spiritual energy, mixed with indescribable violent and bloody smell.

"The Ten Thousand Spirits Calamity Pool has just been built. The sealed demon soul is violent and ferocious, and it still needs warming to be used!"

"If you go in now, it will be fine to deal with the disaster, but it will cause you great pain!"

Wang Hao walked over with a cute little girl as carved as jade. The disciples behind him were accompanied.

"Master, I have thought about it... I will break through as soon as possible!"

The little girl was colorless. A few days after the Wanling Tribulation Pool was built, she returned to the Wu Gate and paid homage to Master Wang Hao. The first sentence she said to meet, Master, I want to break through, I want to grow up!

His will was extremely firm. Even if Wang Hao explained the dangers and pros and cons in detail, he was not shaken in any way.

"His obsession is you... your obsession is not him!"

Wang Hao knew that he could not persuade him. He no longer persuaded him. He pointed to the Wanling Calamity and whispered: "Since you have decided, go... If you have a good teacher to protect you, you should not have a big misunderstanding!"

"Thank you, Master!" Wuse rarely obediently. He bowed down and bowed respectfully three times. Then, without any hesitation, he flew straight away.

There is nothing unusual about people in the Pond of Spirits, but they feel that the spiritual energy around them is majestic and rich, mixed with a little gloomy and violent aura, which makes them feel a little uncomfortable.

"Haiyang!"

Wang Hao greeted him. The fifth disciple Mou Haiyang rushed out, wandering around the zodiac pool of thousands of feet in a radius. At the same time, his hands kept making seals and shooting away like arrows.

Roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar ro

The entire pool of all spirits seems to be activated at this moment. The monster's skeletons built on the outer wall, emitting a slight ray of light. The color is endless and violent. The inner walls of the crystal are echoing each other at the same time, and illusory monsters appear, some hanging in the air of the pool, exhaling all kinds of magic powers. Some roared away and began to rage and attack the colorless body.

"The formation starts-"

Along with the last totem seal of Mou Haiyang, the dazzling light flashed and turned into a barrier to cover the entire pool of all spirits. In it, there was only the blushing spiritual energy, and the colorless figure was drowned and disappeared. What I heard in my ears was not only the sound of monsters roaring, magic and bombarding, but also the painful moans coming from Wuse.

"Master, the demon soul cultivation level is different, and it is difficult for disciples to control it... I am worried that the fourth senior sister will not be able to hold on!"

Mou Haiyang activated the Wanling Calamity Pool to engrave the witch formation. Then he turned around and came to Wang Hao to report his life. His tone was filled with deep concern.

"It's okay! There is a promising teacher!"

The man was outside. Wang Hao was not idle, and his spiritual sense penetrated the barrier. The colorless petite body of the disciple he saw was surrounded by countless demon souls and launched various violent attacks.

When a witch responds to the disaster, she must bear the pressure of life and death to the point where she can take the initiative to respond to the disaster.

To put it bluntly, the Pool of Ten Thousand Spirits is a pile of various witch formations, sealing a large number of demon souls, attacking those who respond to the disaster, tempering and polishing their bodies, and giving the pressure required for responding to the disaster.

This force cannot be one point more, otherwise the person who responds to the disaster will be in danger of life and death. It cannot be one point less, otherwise it will be extremely difficult to assist in the disaster.

If Mou Haiyang's cultivation level reaches the second tripod, he can effectively control the strength of the Wanling Catastrophe Pool and help his senior sister break through. However, his witchcraft cultivation is not strong, and the one tripod has not yet been completed, so it is extremely difficult to control the Wanling Catastrophe Pool by the heart.

This requires Wang Hao to take action.

The spiritual consciousness spreads, and the situation inside the entire Wanling Calamity Pool is as clear as the palm of your hand. The demon souls that attack disciples have different cultivation levels and attack methods and powers. What he needs to do is to eliminate the attack power that the disciples cannot bear and ensure safety.

This is a chore. It takes at least half a month for a disciple to break through the disaster. Wang Hao needs to stay here and protect him.

There is no complaint in my heart. As a master, I have the responsibility to protect my disciples and give them a kind fatherly care.

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Blood God Cult.

One of the three great demon cultivators of Wuliang Sea. The Red Blood Dynasty built is located in the Tianlan Island area, with a population of hundreds of millions, and its foundation and strength are no weaker than the other two.

There is a Chilian Mountain in the middle of the imperial city. The mountain is red like blood, so it is named.

This mountain is the residence of the Blood God Cult. It is a forbidden area within a thousand miles. No matter whether a cultivator dares to trespass, he will die or not live.

Early this morning, a team of monks broke into the Chilian Mountain area regardless of the prohibition of the Blood God Cult. There were ten people in total, and they looked ordinary and ordinary. Their cultivation level seemed not high, and they controlled the escape light and flew in the air.

But it was very strange. There were teams of Blood God Sect patrolling disciples around him, but no one noticed the abnormality. Even when they encountered each other, they turned a blind eye to them and allowed these people to continue moving forward.

"A little holy sect dares to establish a dynasty!"

"If it were in my Middle Earth, I'd probably have been destroyed hundreds of times!"

Some people inside this mysterious team made disdainful and sarcastic sneering, and some raised objections.

"Although the foundation of this Blood God Sect is weak, after verification by my deity, it belongs to the branch of my Bone God Sect... For the Middle Earth, this branch of the branch is nothing, but it still has a considerable influence in the Southern Region!"

"We should not underestimate it. Only when we see Xuehe himself, we should give him the best intentions and let him submit sincerely!"

"Sir, right!"

These people seemed to bless the secret technique and walked forward without any obstacles. They soon approached Chilian Mountain, where the Blood God Sect's portal was located.

At this time, a middle-aged man with black marks on his face shouted directly: "Fellow Daoist Xuehe, if a guest is visiting, please show up and meet him!"

His voice seemed to condense into a wave of sound, reaching the secret room deep in the belly of Chilian Mountain, and was heard from the ears of a white-haired old man.

Tens of thousands of disciples of the entire Blood God Sect were unaware of it. But the white-haired old man, the ancestor of the Blood God Sect, Xuehe Tianzun, heard it clearly, and his face changed suddenly.

"This is... the Mahayana of Heavenly Holy!"

The immortal path is called the Heavenly Lord of Heaven, and the Demon Cultivator is called the Heavenly Demon Heavenly Saint. The name is different, and the division of the essential realm has not changed.

After practicing for thousands of years, the Emperor of Blood River has reached the peak of the God Transformation. However, the person who sent the divine consciousness is a powerful Mahayana. He is shocked in his heart, and you can imagine it.

"There is no such strong man in the Southern Region. Could it be..."

Xuehe Tianzun thought for a moment. He immediately sacrificed a soul incarnation and moved away.

Whoosh!

He appeared outside the mountain gate base. As he saw in his eyes, a team appeared in front of him. There were slight signs of magic power fluctuations around him. Obviously, he used secret techniques and sneaked quietly.

There were not many people, only ten. But after observing the other party's cultivation level, Xuehe Tianzun was shocked and could no longer be described in words.

One Heavenly Holy Mahayana, nine powerful people with the Tao.

Anyone has the powerful strength to destroy the Blood God Sect.

"I've seen you all in the Blood River!" Xuehe Tianzun calmed down, flashed and approached, then put his airs very low and bowed.

The leader called out to the black-printed man and smiled faintly: "Fellow Taoist respectfully calls us 'adults', but guess what we are from?"

"There are no such many Heavenly Saints in the Southern Region. If you guess well below, you should come from the Central Earth God Sect!" Xuehe's expression became more and more respectful.

"Haha, fellow Taoist is a discerning person. This is good, so it saves us from talking too much!"

The black-printed man raised his head and laughed. After a moment, the laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes were fixed on the Blood River Tianzun, and he waved his hand to throw something out.

"The Demon Bone Order is here!"
Chapter completed!