Chapter 3181: Blood Sandstorm! Spiritual Hammering Forging The Blood God Altar! Sly Hand Of Sand! (2)
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The Blood God Clone could even feel that his spiritual body was receiving the same treatment. It was as if an invisible force had invaded his Inner Cosmos and was cutting his spiritual body.
As expected, it has a tempering effect on oneâs spirit. Itâs just a little painful⊠The muscles on the Blood God Cloneâs face twitched. He stabilized himself and sat down cross-legged in the sandstorm.
Boom!
An ear-shattering explosion resounded in the frightening sandstorm. Infinite blood-red sand swept up from the ground and merged into the sandstorm.
The frightening wind swept everything in its path as if it wanted to tear everything that entered it into pieces.
The Blood God Clone closed his eyes and allowed the sandstorm to hit him. He sat cross-legged on the ground and started spinning along with the sandstorm.
He just needed to ensure that he didnât get thrown out. He didnât care about anything else.
Explosions resounded in the air. As time went by, the power in the sandstorm got more and more terrifying. The Blood God Clone didnât move further in. He was still at the periphery but the pain in his body and spirit got more and more excruciating.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
Bloody wounds appeared on his body. Fresh blood spurted out and drenched his entire body.
At this moment, the benefits of the Blood God Clone could be seen⊠There was a lot of blood!
He could bleed however he wanted!
His blood would never run dry.
Under the influence of the sandstorm, the Blood God Clone felt that his spiritual body had become more compact. The benefits of the pain were apparent.
The Blood God Clone was elated.
His spiritual form was independent but it was still weaker than the main form. Hence, it was a pleasant surprise.
In the Devour Space, Wang Teng touched his chin. He had cut off his connection with the Blood God Clone, but their deeper relationship couldnât be broken so easily.
If it was completely destroyed, this clone wouldnât be Wang Tengâs clone.
Hence, he knew the condition of the Blood God Clone like the back of his hand.
After pondering for some time, Wang Teng had an idea. Wisps of spiritual power swept out from his small universe and merged into his cloneâs body.
Clones were an extension of the main body. Also, this clone was created by Wang Teng, so he could instill his spiritual power into the clone and let him absorb it.
âHuh?â The Blood God Clone was immersed in his training when he suddenly felt a tremor in his mind. A chill surged into his body, reducing the pain.
âCondense your spirit properly.â Wang Tengâs voice sounded in the cloneâs mind.
âThe main body still loves me.â The Blood God Clone wanted to cry.
Wang Teng: âŠ
Where did you learn to be so cheeky?
âOh right, you can try to forge the Blood God Altar or⊠the Dark Altar!â
Wang Teng suddenly remembered something and said in a low voice.
âGood idea!â The Blood God Clone thought of something and opened his eyes. There was a sharp glint in his eyes.
The Blood God Altar!
The Dark Altar!
For the Blood God Clone, powerful spiritual skills were limited. He couldnât deal with high-tier devil emperors and above.
But he wasnât helpless.
The Blood God Altar and the Dark Altar were the best targets, just like the Nine Treasures Pagoda.
The Blood God Clone got a little excited when he thought about how the main body used the Nine Treasures Pagoda to smash people.
Most importantly, these two altars were the skills of dark apparitions. They could be used in the Darkland, but the Nine Treasures Pagoda couldnât be used casually. It would be easy for others to notice something amiss. đđïŒźá»đĂÈż
The Blood God Clone closed his eyes again. The forging methods of the Blood God Altar and the Dark Altar appeared in his mind.
âThe Dark Altar is a little difficult. Why donât I forge the Blood God Altar first?â
With a single thought, he made his decision.
The next instant, the Blood God Clone calmed down and emptied his mind. When his mind was clear, he started meditating on the Blood God Altar.
Everything in the virtual world was no different from the real world. Hence, even if the Blood God Clone was just a spiritual projection, he could still meditate.
Even after leaving the virtual world, this increase in spirit could still be maintained.
If not, this bloody sandstorm wouldnât be able to raise his spirit.
The visualization of the Blood God Altar was easier than expected.
Wang Teng was extremely familiar with the Blood God Altar. Not only did he possess the real Blood God Altar, but he also had attribute enlightenment. Hence, visualizing it wasnât difficult at all.
It didnât take long for a complete Blood God Altar to appear in his mind. The blood patterns on it were the same as the real Blood God Altar.
Now, itâs time for the Fire God Hammer and the Lightning God Hammer! The Blood God Clone thought to himself.
Since he wanted to forge something, he needed a hammer. There was nothing better than the Fire God Hammer and the Lightning God Hammer.
âLet me help you!â Wang Tengâs main body had already thought of this. He activated his connection with his clone again.
Their spiritual power started congregating at the same time. It was extremely efficient. The outlines of the two hammers congregated quickly.
One of the hammers was engulfed in flames. It was covered with divine crimson patterns. It was a strange sight. The flames formed a sharp shape at the end of the hammer, like the tail of a flame when it was swung.
The other one was surrounded by lightning and had complicated purple patterns on it. When he waved it, it brought along the power of lightning and fell from the sky. It slammed on the ground. It was extraordinary.
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