Complete Martial Arts Attributes-Chapter 3183 Blood Sandstorm! Spiritual Hammering Forging The Blood God Altar! Sly Hand Of Sand! (4)
Chapter 3183 Blood Sandstorm! Spiritual Hammering Forging The Blood God Altar! Sly Hand Of Sand! (4)
The Blood God Clone wanted to curse.
At this moment, his face was extremely pale. Not only was his spiritual body going to be hammered, but he was also going to be invaded by the invisible force outside. This was double the pain and double the happiness.
Besides that, there was also the pain in his body. The pain was excruciating. No one would know unless they tried it.
"Erm… why don't we take a break?" Wang Teng asked awkwardly. He seemed to have realized that he wasn't being considerate.
"No need. Continue." The Blood God Clone gritted his teeth. If the main body could do it, he wouldn't be a burden.
Wang Teng nodded. He didn't say much and continued to activate his Fire God Hammer and Lightning God Hammer. He wielded them furiously.
He knew how painful it was. This was how he forged the Nine Treasures Pagoda.
However, the divine level Blood God Altar was a little harder.
"In that case…"
Wang Teng's eyes shimmered. A smile appeared at the edge of his lips.
Boom!
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The next moment, he activated the pain perception of his main body and clone. Endless pain swept over him.
He sent spiritual power to the Blood God Clone one-sidedly before, so he didn't feel any pain. However, he was able to reconnect the senses now.
That was why Wang Teng almost fainted when he felt the pain.
"You!" The Blood God Clone was stunned.
"We can share some of the pain together." Wang Teng smiled gently.
The Blood God Clone's gaze flickered. He calmed down completely.
Clang, clang, clang…
Continuous hammering sounds resounded in the Blood God Clone and Wang Teng's mind. Pain overwhelmed them…
"Gasp!" Wang Teng gasped.
It would be better if he accepted the pain step by step. At least he was prepared. However, the pain had already reached a certain level. Wang Teng's sudden participation was indescribable.
"It hurts. Is it too late to regret now?" Wang Teng wanted to cry.
What's there to be proud of!
He could just wait comfortably.
But it was too late to say anything now. If he gave up just like this, he would be embarrassed.
The Blood God Clone would probably laugh at him.
Thus, he could only bear with it silently.
Fortunately, the two of them could share the burden and reduce the pain. The threshold of tolerance was raised.
Clang, clang, clang…
Time passed amidst the hammering sounds.
However, Wang Teng gradually realized a problem. As the Blood God Altar solidified, the remaining process seemed to be getting more and more difficult.
No matter how hard Wang Teng and the Blood God Clone tried to activate the Fire God Hammer and the Lightning God Hammer, it was useless. It was extremely difficult to form any of the runes.
"What's going on?"
Wang Teng was puzzled. He frowned uncontrollably on his pale face.
"Have I reached my limit?"
"Or is my spiritual power not condensed enough?"
He wasn't sure. This was his first time forging the Blood God Altar. It was the same as smithery. If there was a problem, he could only solve it himself.
There were many differences between forging a Blood God Altar with a spiritual body and forging it with various materials.
This was different. If you just thought about it, you wouldn't be able to understand the problem. You would only understand the difference when you met it personally.
"Continue heading to the center of the sandstorm," Wang Teng pondered and said in a low voice.
"Alright!" The Blood God Clone opened his eyes abruptly and looked at the center of the sandstorm. He stood up and stepped out.
Swoosh!
With a flash, he disappeared into the pitch-black blood-red sandstorm.
The center of the sandstorm was extremely violent. Wang Teng was worried that the pain on his body would affect the forging of the Blood God Altar, so he didn't allow the clone to enter. However, he had to do it now.
The Blood God Clone walked over step by step. Suddenly, he felt the pain in his body getting worse. Numerous wounds appeared on his body. Fresh blood spurted out continuously, staining the sand around him redder.
However, within a split second, the blood-stained sand merged into the other sand and got submerged.
The Blood God Clone groaned in pain. However, his gaze remained firm and his footsteps didn't change. He continued walking towards the center of the sandstorm.
"Huh?"
But at this moment, he suddenly noticed something. He squinted.
He saw a flash of darkness in the sandstorm in front of him. It was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly.
"Someone is here? Or is it something else?" The Blood God Clone frowned.
Real Eye! Wang Teng sensed something in the Devour Space. He activated his eyes and scanned his surroundings.
Swoosh!
A sonic boom was heard amidst the roars of the sandstorm. It was extremely obscure. If Wang Teng and the Blood God Clone weren't extremely focused, they might not have heard it.
"Gotcha!" Almost at the same time, Wang Teng squinted and looked in a certain direction.
The Blood God Clone released his fist. Dark Force congregated and turned into a dark red fist mark.
Blood Devil Fist!
Boom!
An explosion occurred. The dark red fist mark cut through the sand around it and shot towards the black shadow.
"Roar!"
A strange roar was heard.
The Blood God Clone squinted and saw a huge arm stretching out from the sandstorm. There were crimson eyeballs and tiny mouths filled with fangs on the arm.
