The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 143: Bravely counter-kill

From murder to robbery, Yin Xuege doesn't think there is much difference in it. (Feng Dance Literature Network)

The wings of the jade-red natal bat spread, and the immemorial demon text representing 'wind' and 'speed' suddenly lit up with dazzling blood. Yin Xuege whistled, and the blood parrot flew to his shoulder, bringing a The **** light fled towards Mo Zhu Island. In his busy schedule, the fleeing blood parrot did not forget to swallow the top-grade fairy stone in one gulp.

Horse-faced cultivator's whole body contained aura, which gave Yin Xuege a great sense of deterrence. This is definitely a cultivator of Nascent Soul Realm or even a higher realm. Yin Xuege knew well that he was able to defeat a monk at the peak of Jindan, which was his current limit. Nascent Soul Realm, that is already a monster of another level, and it is not at all the object he can provoke now.

Fortunately, the talent of the Blood Demon Clan is here, if they cannot be defeated, they can escape. He didn't hesitate to burn the essence and blood in his body, and cast the bat wing of his life together with the blood shadow technique. Dozens of blood shadows flew forward with a boundless blood light, flying over more than ten miles in the blink of an eye.

The horse-faced monk sneered, and he muttered in a low voice: "It's useless to run, the Daoist can go deep into Qiongxueya's hinterland to attack and kill you, it's because Qiongxueya's core figures want you to die, don't you still want to kill me?" Can you survive?"

With a grin, the horse-faced monk unhurriedly took out two scarlet bamboo leaf vests and slapped them on his calves, and his legs were suddenly wrapped in a cloud of wind and fire. There was a 'swish' sound, and the horse-faced monk chased Yin Xuege like lightning. His flying speed was extremely fast, not much slower than Yin Xuege's, and he flew more than ten miles away in the blink of an eye.

The reef is only twenty miles away from Mo Zhu Island, and Yin Xuege returned to Mo Zhu Island in just two snaps of his fingers. He resisted the discomfort caused by the burning blood in his body. He shouted sharply: "All islanders obey the order, quickly hide and don't show your face."

Before he finished speaking, the horse-faced cultivator had already chased to Mo Zhu Island. He looked at the small town that was still burning, and the civilians who were being chased and killed by sea monsters all over the place, and suddenly laughed loudly. up.

"Are you nervous about these ants? These untouchables have no hope of getting ahead in their lives, and they can only work here as cattle. How nervous are you?" accompanied by disdainful laughter. The horse-faced monk rubbed his hands together. Countless thumb-sized thunderstorms flew out of their hands with faint black smoke, and fell towards the mountains and forests around the small town in a messy manner.

The low-pitched crackling sound was endless, and eye-catching flames flickered everywhere. The thumb-sized thunder is small in size, but the thunder released by the monks in the Nascent Soul Realm is extremely powerful. Although it was just a light blow from the horse-faced monk. But for those civilians, it is undoubtedly a disaster.

Every thunderbolt explodes. There is a large area of ​​black air that quickly permeates the range of several tens of feet. Large groups of fleeing civilians, as well as the sea monsters chasing after them, were blown to pieces. Wherever these black qi passed, both civilians and sea monsters howled and fell to the ground. The black air was highly poisonous, and their bodies quickly corroded and eroded in the black air, eventually turning into puddles of black water.

More than a hundred thunderbolts were dropped casually, but caused tens of thousands of civilian casualties. Then the black air spread in all directions, killing the fleeing islanders continuously. Yin Xuege's eyeballs turned crimson red, and he could only watch helplessly as these innocent islanders turned into pus in the black air.

"Ma, you are going to kill me, why do you bother to attack them?" Yin Xuege's long hair stood up straight, his eyes were flickering with crazy blood, he really wanted to turn around The body and the horse-faced monk fought to the death. Fortunately, the forbearance trained by the Zhizidian of the Yin clan maintained the last trace of clarity in his heart, allowing him to continue to flee forward.

The horse-faced cultivator smiled 'chichi', disapprovingly, while chasing and killing Yin Xuege, he casually threw Yin Lei everywhere.

"Walk on the road and trample a group of ants to death, what's the fuss? You're an interesting little doll, you actually get angry at these lowly people who are not as good as pigs and dogs? Strange, really strange, I can't think of Qiongxueya's group Among the cold-faced women, there is a saint."

Speaking of the word "saint" for a saint, Brother Horseface couldn't help laughing out loud again, as if he had made a huge joke.

Plugs of black air permeated the Black Pearl Island. The island was not big in the first place, and the damage caused by the thunder explosion released by the horse-faced cultivator was ordinary, but the black air contained in the thunder It is extremely poisonous, and each cloud of black air can easily cover a radius of nearly a hundred feet. For a time, the islanders of Mozhu Island were killed and injured, and only a few thousand of the tens of thousands of civilians fled into the mountains to escape their lives.

Yin Xuege had already fled to the front of the teleportation formation on Mozhu Island. He turned his head and glared at the horse-faced monk. Jue slapped heavily on the fairy formation.

With a 'hum' sound, a terrifying counter-shock force bounced out of the fairy formation. The fairy array remained motionless, without any flash of light, Yin Xuege's arms were broken by the terrifying shock force, and the bones of both arms were broken into at least seventeen or eighteen segments, twisting like dead snakes.

It was as if a thunderbolt hit his chest, and Yin Xuege's internal organs twitched. He opened his mouth and spewed out a blood arrow, which was bounced more than a mile away by the counter-shock force in the fairy formation. Venus flickered in front of him, and Yin Xuege bumped his head against an ancient book in the distance that several people were hugging, and smashed a human-shaped hole in the thick trunk, and his whole body was embedded in the trunk. After flying momentum.

"Damn it!" Yin Xuege's heart twitched and his scalp tingled. He looked at the immortal teleportation array that was as motionless as if frozen, without any brilliance, and fell into a mess for a while.

"Sure enough, as Daoist expected, your last retreat has been cut off." The horse-faced monk laughed triumphantly: "Let me think about it, those who are bound to kill you and then quickly, they What excuse will you use to explain why this teleportation array is closed?"

"Well, I figured it out. There was a violent wind and tide erupting in the void near Mozhu Island. The nine sky storm disturbed the void. Taking the teleportation array would bring unpredictable dangers, so they temporarily closed the teleportation array. "The horse-faced cultivator flashed, and quickly approached Yin Xuege. He laughed grimly and said, "Master Dao can easily come up with dozens of such excuses."

With a wave of both hands, dozens of black scimitars swirled and slashed towards Yin Xuege with a shrill sound of breaking through the air and a large cloud of black smoke. The horse-faced monk looked at the blood parrot with fiery eyes, and shouted sharply: "Don't resist, let the Taoist chop off your heads and exchange them for rewards. By the way, all the good things you have on your body belong to the Taoist."

With a long roar, the blood mist in Yin Xuege's body quickly spread to his hands, and his broken bones beat lightly. The free connection is appropriate. Cracks in bones are also repairing with astonishing speed. He couldn't move his arm for a while, but the Sanyang Kaitai Ax flew out of his sleeve freely, bringing a raging fire with a radius of about ten feet to meet those scimitars.

Three loud bangs of 'Dang Dang Dang', Yin Xuege's body bounced violently. There were bursts of gold stars flashing in front of my eyes again.

The Sanyang Kaitai Ax knocked back the three scimitars. But more scimitars came roaring. The Sanyang Kaitai Ax was forced to retreat steadily. There was a sudden hole in Yin Xuege's dantian, and his blood was exhausted after just three head-to-head encounters with the opponent.

Although he was practicing the Blood Sea Buddha Sutra, he tempered his blood essence with the nameless method of the first family. The blood element obtained is as pure and powerful as the infant element of monk Yuanying, but Yin Xuege's cultivation level is too low, he is only a monk in the Qi training period after all. No matter how high the quality of blood yuan is, Yin Xuege's realm is not enough, and the amount of blood yuan in his body is very limited.

When confronting an enemy with a monk in the Golden Core Realm, Yin Xuege is naturally invincible. With the help of the domineering blood element, he can crush the opponent.

But when encountering a real Nascent Soul cultivator, after only three collisions, and three collisions without losing the wind, Yin Xuege's body's blood has been exhausted. The small pagoda of the Nine Layers Buddha made a low roar, and Yin Xuege's large amount of blood was swallowed by the small pagoda, and it was continuously transformed into viscous blood and poured into the meridians of his body. His face turned pale and his figure shriveled go down.

Sanyang Kaitai Ax used Yin Xuege's blood essence transformed from its own blood, and once again bumped head-on with those scimitars five times, with five consecutive roars, Yin Xuege's eyes exploded, two lines Blood and tears have flowed out. The blood essence in his whole body has been transformed by more than half by the little tower, his body becomes weaker and weaker, and even the recovery speed of his arms has slowed down.

Fortunately, there is still a huge amount of sea monster blood in Yin Xuege's body. The small pagoda of the Nine Layers Pagoda crazily extracts the blood of the sea monster from his body like a black hole. It was transformed into blood element and injected into Sanyang Kaitai Axe.

The small ax spewed flames, and accompanied by a low whistling sound, before the huge sea monster blood in his body was exhausted, Sanyang Kaitai Ax struggled to knock out all the scimitars that hit his face.

Not only that, the Sanyang Kaitai Ax mustered up all its strength, and slammed a heavy blow at the horse-faced cultivator. The horse-faced cultivator's face changed violently with fright, he screamed, and a large net made of the sinews and skins of unknown animals flew out from his sleeve, turning into a shiny green net that barely blocked the Sanyang Kaitai Axe one strike.

This was also Yin Xuege's last blow. He no longer had the slightest bit of strength left. He walked out of the hole in the tree trunk with difficulty, staggering and finding his footing with great difficulty.

The horse-faced monk didn't dare to go forward for a while, he used the green light net to protect his whole body with great vigilance, strictly preventing Yin Xuege's possible surprise attack. A hundred feet away, he stared at Yin Xuege, gritted his teeth and sneered, "No wonder you offered a reward of fifty top-grade spirit stones for killing a mere monk in your qi training period. Not too much, not at all, yours truly The Qi is actually more solid and pure than Daoist's Yingyuan."

A ray of greed flashed across the long, ugly horse face, and the horse-faced cultivator said in a sinister voice: "Unexpectedly, it is such a beautiful thing. Actually, this time, there is no need for any reward, as long as you know that your true energy is What's going on, Dao Lord is worth the risk this time."

During the qi training period, the nature of true qi is comparable to that of a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, so when it reaches the Nascent Soul Realm, wouldn't the Ying Yuan be able to match those in the Transformation God Realm or even the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations Realm? On par with the mana of the Great Friar? With such pure and powerful mana, wouldn't it be easy to survive all kinds of calamities?

The most feared thing for the evil monks is that the mana is mixed and impure, which will lead to the inability to resist the attack of the disaster when they cross the catastrophe. Yin Xuege was able to refine his true energy to be comparable to a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm during the Qi training period, which is basically the golden road leading directly to the righteous fruit of the immortal.

"Boy, obediently follow the Daoist. If you are obedient, the Daoist can spare your life and even take you as a disciple." The horse-faced monk laughed brazenly: "You still have the energy to be with me Fighting? No matter how pure and pure your true energy is, after all, your realm is here, so you don't have much strength, right?"

Yin Xuege took a deep breath. He squinted his eyes and looked at the horse-faced monk, thinking that he was the number one stupid pig in the sky.

The blood of the holy blood remaining in the heart poured into the small pagoda of the nine-fold pagoda like a tsunami, and even the blood of the gods and gods in the bat wings of the natal bat was also rapidly consumed. A large number of nascent, more pure. More pure blood poured into the whole body continuously; the blood element as thick and thick as mercury quickly spewed out from the small nine-fold pagoda. Flow rapidly along the whole body along the meridians.

The bones of both arms recovered rapidly, and accompanied by a weird 'click' sound, that is, in just a few breaths, the two broken arm bones had completely recovered. Not only that. With the continuous nourishment of the new blood mist. Both arms were faintly covered with a rich blood color. Something strange has happened.

"You will regret it, today, I will kill you!" I don't know why. Inexhaustible courage suddenly grew in Yin Xuege's heart.

Being chased and killed by monks in the Nascent Soul Realm, facing such a desperate situation, the nameless formula of the First Family started to operate on its own. The mountains, rivers and rivers around, the sky and the sea in the distance, all have the invisible general trend of heaven and earth gathering faintly, blessing Yin Xuege. Every breath of his will drive the fluctuation of the spiritual energy of the surrounding world, and gradually every time he inhales, he can see a large piece of streamer flying around him rapidly.

This is the strange radiance that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flows too fast, causing the spiritual energy to rub against each other.

The complexion of the horse-faced monk suddenly changed, and he sternly shouted: "You really have an ulterior secret, but no matter what your origin is, since the Daoist has offended you, all the good things about you today are gone. It must belong to Daoist."

Man made money and birds died for food. Brother Horse Face didn't realize what would happen next. With shrill screams and billowing poisonous smoke, he slashed at Yin Xuege.

Blessed by the great power of heaven and earth, the body is filled with awe-inspiring righteousness. Yin Xuege looked at the scimitars attacking rapidly from all directions without fear, his spiritual platform was extremely clear at the moment, a strange instinct in his blood was awakened, he seemed to be the commander of hundreds of millions of soldiers in the palm of his hand, at this moment, he integrated Considering all the resources at hand, he made the most appropriate response.

Opening his mouth, a vast mist of blood spewed out, and the blood sea spirit treasure, the Great Forbidden Treasure, was activated with all its strength, and the mist of blood quickly enveloped the attacking scimitar, and the sound of 'chi chi' could be heard incessantly for a while. The horse-faced monk suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his soul, and the mental link between him and his flying knife was weakened by 30% out of thin air.

"What kind of evil demon magic is this?" As a member of the evil head of the Wan Gu Sect, Brother Horse Face scolded "Evil Demon" because the Great Forbidden Treasure cast by Yin Xuege was too evil. Words and sentences such as witchcraft'.

Seeing that the flying speed of dozens of scimitars more than doubled in the blood mist, the horse-faced cultivator's expression changed slightly, and he immediately took out a one-foot-long sword shaped like a black snake. Feijian ruthlessly plunged into his shoulder. The dagger sank deeply into his shoulder, and a large amount of blood was swallowed by the dagger. He recited a spell, and the dagger turned into a vivid black poisonous snake and flew into the air, breathing out poisonous flames and flying towards Yin Xuege.

Looking at the black snake coldly, Yin Xuege just sneered: "Piss!"

'Urine'?

The horse-faced cultivator was at a loss for a while, 'piss'? What is 'urine'?

The blood parrot has already stood up from Yin Xuege's shoulders, he straightened his chest, his fat buttocks thrust forward, and a stream of light red urine gushed out, just hitting the jetting black snake. There was a continuous sound of '嗤嗤', thick black smoke came out from the black snake, the expression of the horse-faced monk changed drastically, and a large amount of sticky blood spewed out of the seven orifices immediately.

The Black Snake Flying Sword is the natal flying sword of the horse-faced cultivator. Once injured, his soul will be severely injured.

He never dreamed that the blood parrot would have such a vicious and strange move. The problem is that the black snake flying sword itself is extremely filthy, and it is best at contaminating other people's flying sword magic weapons. How filthy must it be to make his filthy poisonous sword unbearable to the level of pollution that was almost turned into scrap iron?

Spitting blood profusely, the horse-faced cultivator angrily took out a three-foot-two-inch black bone spear from his sleeve, gritted his teeth, traced and traced at Yin Xuege, and was about to bite it open The tip of the tongue sprayed a mouthful of life essence and blood on the bone spear, and Yin Xuege had already sacrificed the Eighteen Forbidden Towers of the Netherworld.

A small black pagoda was suspended in front of Yin Xuege's eyebrows, and accompanied by the shrill howl of ghosts, three ghost figures rushed out of the pagoda.

They were three skinny, hideous ghosts with metallic luster shining like black iron, with sharp horns on their heads, wings on their backs, and three-toothed steel forks in their hands. The three-headed evil spirits were about one foot high, covered in black air all over their bodies, and their figures were between solid and shadows. When flying, they were extremely fast, and their figures flickered and almost teleported to the horse-faced cultivator.

This is the prison guard of the ghost prison, a ferocious ghost that was suppressed in the tower prison after being slaughtered by Taoist Youming in ancient times.

These three evil spirits are Yasha among them, who can fly and disappear, and are best at traveling through the void, killing people invisible.

The horse-faced monk never thought that Yin Xuege would sacrifice such a ferocious ghost~IndoMTL.com~ His mind was on the black bone spear. Such endless methods?

The three steel forks pierced into the horse-faced monk's chest almost simultaneously, and the black ghost flames burned wildly, burning his body and soul crazily. The horse-faced monk let out a miserable howl. He hurriedly took out a thumb-sized panacea and stuffed it into his mouth. Then his body shook, and he was about to escape with a gust of wind.

The evil yakshas screamed sharply, and they surrounded the horse-faced monk with gusts of evil wind, flying around him continuously. No matter how the horse-faced monk vomited blood and fled, he still couldn't get rid of the pursuit of the three-headed yaksha. kill.

The three-toothed steel fork pierced through the horse-faced cultivator's body continuously. After hundreds of blows, a fork finally pierced through his dantian fiercely, forcing his Nascent Soul out of the dantian.

A stream of black and red light shot out, firmly fixed the horse-faced cultivator's Nascent Soul. (To be continued..)

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