Blood drop is one of the eighteen drops of the Shen family, as the name suggests, this kind of debashing is related to blood, including the introduction of take-off and landing, must also be the blood of a living person.

Using the speller’s blood as a primer, this spell is not uncommon, but it requires almost forty percent or more of the blood in the living body.

Ordinary adult men, as long as the physical state is normal, then the loss of 10% of the blood, in general, will not have much impact.

Blood loss to 20%, it will affect part of the body function, and lead to some blood loss complications.

More than 30 percent... either fall into a coma or your life is in danger.

If the amount of blood loss reaches 40% or even more than 40%, it must be rescued, the rescue is not timely, and death is a sure thing.

From ancient times to the present, the Shen family's descending teachers are well-versed in the eighteen-door apodecent, but those who really dare to use blood to fall are none.

Blood loss in the ordinary state is already fatal, and in this kind of debashing, it is not only blood that is forced to be sucked out by the drop, but also its own anger.

It is no exaggeration to say that the use of blood to fall, a careless will die on the spot, this is not a joke.

It is because of this that, all along, the blood sea drop has been the fall of the Shen family's descending teacher as the drop of the chicken ribs.

The danger is still difficult to exert, although it is not small, but in the eighteen-door drop, there are several drops that can be compared with it.

The rest of those who reduce the risk is not so great, but it is a little troublesome and requires a lot of material.

But what I lack now is those materials, and they lack time, and there is not much effort to arrange the landing.

The simple and quick effect of significant blood drop has become my first choice.

“Hush!!

The old monk punched the face of the happy Buddha again, and then raised his head again, biting his neck.

Now the old monk should have used his full force, and all over his body were covered by a black fog.

I couldn’t figure out what those black mists were, the inexplicable smells that had come out of the black mist, the first time I had ever heard them, not the ones I had ever been exposed to.

From head to toe, that mist carries a demonic nature, very similar to the legendary magic, but I can't be sure, because I have not been exposed to a similar atmosphere.

The mist was only gas-like at the beginning, and soon they seemed to condense into substance, into the liquid attached to the fallen.

However, after attaching to the flesh, the black liquids of the old monk's body surface are active, and the state and shape are not so fixed as the evil.

There are many places that are agitating, and many places are in depression, on the verge of birth or destruction, which may be a precursor to the old monk's entry into the devil.

Happy Buddha seems to be afraid of nothing, especially after discovering that the old monk's attack is ineffective, he laughed and stood still, and allowed the old monk to attack and not play.

As for my side, the happy Buddha seems to have forgotten me, and he does not take me seriously at all.

This situation makes me very happy, really, I am so fucking grateful for the joy Buddha.

"You keep my body, and don't let anything come near me."

I said, the broken robes of the evil son are divided into two parts, each of which is one.

Then he used his mouth to snap a dagger, and he scratched his right hand on the right hand, and suddenly his palms were in full swing, raising his hand, and pressing it in the formation of the knife mountain.

“The sky is scared, the earth is scared.”

"Black and white, angry, bull-headed horse, welcome people into the hall."

"Three souls go, seven twilights, the criminals and the robbers, when the light shines."

When the mantra is read here, the already cold and wet temple is beginning to cool down rapidly, and the cooling amplitude is what I have not experienced before.

Even the breath can see the white fog, and the liquid surface attached to the body of the evil, there are also many white frosts.

I can't help but relax when I find this situation, it seems that the old man did not say wrong.

After the evil son has a change, he becomes stronger and the air becomes more pure.

With their help, I have given more than doubled the power of the decline.

“Hush...”

At this time, in this huge cavern located in the ground, there was also a sound of evil.

Perhaps because the evil guise is constantly reverberating, at that time, I felt that these evil trolls were coming from thousands of places, like... in those dark corners that I could not see, there were many unspeakable things lurking in them, constantly hissing...

“Oh, hey!”

Suddenly, the joy Buddha cried out without warning, and when I looked up, I saw the robes worn by the happy Buddha, and several places were drummed up, as if something was going to the top of the inside.

This kind of unannounced appearance made me stagger with the old monk.

He looked back at me, and did not continue to attack the Happy Buddha, far away, I could feel the doubt and surprise in his eyes.

“Shut up, you are looking for death!”

The roar of the happy Buddha, listening to the roar of the beast, the anger to the extreme of the madness, is simply not a monk who was once a Buddhist can emit.

At first, he stood in the same place and did not play, allowing the old monk to attack him, not to hide or to flash.

But at this time, he was very abruptly raising his feet to run to my side, as if trying to stop me.

Feeling the killing of the happy Buddha, I couldn't help but shudder, and shouted: "Old man!

In the ordinary state, I am not a happy Buddha's opponent at all, this need not be considered, you can guess with your ass.

Not to mention that now I can not move, can only hold the control of the landing, not to mention the hand, even there is no room for escape, if he comes over I will be 100% dead.

Old people are not stupid, know that my physique is very similar to the nine, before they come to prepare, can kill me with physical clam body protection ... the success rate should be very optimistic.

"I know!Don't worry!"The old monk yelled, stopped the Happy Buddha in the face, continued to wave his fist and fight with him, and did not give him the opportunity to run at all.

Seeing this scene, I was slightly relieved, and I continued to chant the curse.

“Smell the teacher, kill as a sword.”

“As I see, the cause and effect of evil debt are renoed for this life.”

"I think, the five ghosts stand up to ten skepters in the town."

“A thousand swords and shackles do not leave.”

“Stand up!”

With a scream of the happy Buddha, a hole was suddenly opened on his right shoulder, at least the child's fist was large, and a lot of black liquid was splashed out of the inside, and then the fresh blood that the living deserved were flowing.

Seeing that I had broken the flesh of the Happy Buddha by means of apocreas, the old monk was more surprised than anyone else, because he could feel that the breath I used was very strong, but definitely more than the power he exhibited near the gamma of the year.

“Strike him!“Strike the wound!” he shouted.

At this, the old monk returned to God and concentrated the attack on the right shoulder wound of the happy Buddha.

“Son, you can’t kill me!”

Happy Buddha's crazy roar, although the tone is full of pain, but he exerted the power at this time, but I can not think of it.

Knife Mountain can open many holes in the living, which is the characteristics of Knife Mountain drop, and it is not a problem to open dozens or hundreds of them casually.

But the exact number is linked to the enemy’s power.

The stronger the enemy, the less holes it can open.

After the Buddha was attacked by the sword mountain into his body, only a hole appeared on his right shoulder, and although there were signs of bulging in the rest, he could not break his body.

At the same time, after the injury, his strength seems to have increased greatly.

A tugged at the old monk's arm, seemingly without half the strength, very easily threw him out, and smashed a broken sack.

Without waiting for the old monk to land, the happy Buddha raised his foot and rushed straight to me.

I resisted the desire to escape, bent down, and held my dagger with my mouth, and scratched a few knives on the left hand and the door of the left hand.

Because I have no control over the strength, the wounds drawn are the kind of deep visible bones, and the blood can't stop flowing out.

After all this, I pressed my left hand in the battle of blood.

“Stop him, come on!”