The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 257: Kill 9 Weng

The atmosphere in the square is weird.

Dozens of Taoist ancestors sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the spit of blood from their hearts in a daze.

The Daoist heart was shaken, and the essence of blood spurted out when the mind was in a trance contained the great principles comprehended by the Taoist ancestors. These bloodstains twisted and coiled lightly on the clean and mirror-like ground of the square, outlining a strange picture according to the principle of Dao.

For example, the blood essence spit out by Jiu Weng outlined a misty picture of mountains and mountains in front of him.

The blood essence spit out by True Sun King turned into a small sun on the ground, emitting a strong light.

The blood essence of Taiyin ** was light blue, and with the crisp impact sound, her blood essence drew a perfect hexagonal snowflake. But at the core of the snowflake, there is a crescent moon that symbolizes the essence of the congenital yin.

Taiyi Zhenwu's blood essence turned into a basalt beast running on the ground, with a snake head and a dragon tail, and the vast aura of the whole body is overwhelming.

The most astonishing thing is the mouthful of blood spurted out by Taixuan Zhenyi Ancestor. That mouthful of blood turned into countless tiny blood threads on the ground, entangled and twisted with each other, and finally outlined the image of a vast nebula. Countless stars are born and die, and there are infinite mysteries between birth and death.

Stimulated by the existence of these beheaded Da Luo, the Taoist ancestors looked at the various patterns of the avenue outlined by their own blood, and instantly entered a strange state of epiphany. No one knew what they were thinking, nor what they realized, anyway, they sat cross-legged on the ground, with purple energy rising from their bodies, like dozens of torches burning blazingly.

The immortals under their sect followed closely behind their Dao ancestor, and they sat cross-legged beside him. Quietly feeling the mysterious and unpredictable aura emanating from Dao Ancestor. Some golden immortals with strong cultivation bases even danced and laughed silently. Obviously, they realized the supreme mystery that was useful to them from the aura emitted by the Taoist ancestor.

For the actions of these Taoist ancestors and immortals, Yin Xuege didn't have any feelings.

The avenues practiced by these Taoist ancestors have no similarities with his way. There was even a hint of disdain coming from the pool of blood transformed by the Blood Sea Buddha Sutra. It was the disdain and arrogance of a giant dragon hovering in the sky, proudly overlooking the countless mortals below.

Perhaps Yin Xuege's current strength is low, but he is qualified to despise these Dao ancestors and these golden immortals.

Although his real strength is only comparable to that of a fairy, his future potential is still there. But beyond everyone's imagination.

With a faint smile. There was a trace of compassion hidden in his eyes, and Yin Xuege slowly walked to the body of Daoist Hongmeng who had been divided into pieces by five horses. He bowed three times to Daoist Hongmeng's head, and then took his head off the weird golden short spear.

Putting together Dao Zun's corpse, Yin Xuege released another blood flame. Carefully burning the evil curse runes on Daozu's body painted in weird red ink. These runes are like tarsal maggots. Extremely difficult to deal with. They have been deeply imprinted in Dao Zun's bone marrow. And through the power of cause and effect in the dark, it directly affects the remnant soul that Dao Zun may have left.

Even if a remnant soul of Daoist escapes into the six realms of reincarnation, these evil curses still follow the remnant soul like a shadow. Let this Taoist sever the way of cultivation life after life, and never be able to set foot on the top of the road to seek revenge from his opponent.

After all, for a Hongmeng Daoist, it is impossible to be too careful in order to cut grass and roots.

Yin Xuege's blood flames have no effect on these curse runes. His blood flames burn on these runes, only making a 'chi chi' sound, but his blood flames are melted by the curse runes Quite a lot. His strength was too weak, and the person who applied these runes was at least at the level of Daoist Hongmeng. It was impossible for Yin Xuege to rely on his own strength to melt these runes.

After pondering for a moment, Yin Xuege remembered the secret method of using the power of merit in Buddhism that Yiye had taught him.

Qing Qiuyan said that Yin Xuege established the Blood Sea God Sect, and that he was blessed with merit from heaven; and Yiye once told Yin Xuege that she used the treasure wheel of Buddhist merit to investigate Yin Xuege and found that he possessed a lot of merit .

The power of merit, this thing is mysterious and mysterious, and it is difficult to describe it. Ordinary monks don't know what it is useful for. But in Buddhism, the power of merit is the most precious treasure, and it is a treasure like panacea oil. Whether it is forging Buddha treasures, refining elixir, speeding up cultivation, tempering the body, or condensing the soul, it has infinite magical effects.

"Dao Zun, Dao Zun, you are pitiful like this, whether you can succeed depends on your good fortune."

It is estimated that Yin Xuege is the only one who can say "Look at your good fortune" to a Hongmeng Daoist with compassion. After he muttered seriously to Dao Zun's corpse, a golden light suddenly flickered between his brows, and the meritorious force activated by the Buddhist secret technique 'dispelling calamities, resolving disasters and purifying Buddha's light' turned into a **** Foyin slowly sprayed out from between his eyebrows.

A faint golden light surrounds a **** Buddha seal, and circles around the body of the Daoist.

Where the golden light passed, the red evil curse runes melted as quickly as snow splashed by boiling water. From the surface of the skin to the bone marrow, the dense red curse runes disappeared one after another, and an unpleasant red Smoke spewed out from Dao Zun's body, and soon disappeared without a trace in the grand aura of Dao that descended from the sky.

Taixuanzhen Daozu and Taiyi Zhenwu and other ten Taoist ancestors opened their eyes at the same time and looked at Yin Xuege. They nodded at the same time and admired secretly. It is really an extremely rare seed to have such a strong meritorious power to remove the curse from the body of Dao Zun.

If Taoist ancestors want to choose disciples, it is natural that such kind-hearted disciples are the most popular. Unless he is a twisted pervert, which Taoist ancestor likes to find a **** who is narrow-minded, causes troubles all day long, and thinks every day to replace his ancestor?

Jiu Weng was once again so angry that the corners of his eyes twitched. Does this kid have such strong merit? Just kidding, he killed so many Jiuhuazong immortals under Tian Xing Xianjun. His hands are **** and his feet are covered with bones. How can such a vicious junior still have so many merits?

Could it be said that his Jiuhuazong is the head of the demon sect, and killing his disciples of the Jiuhuazong can actually bring merit from heaven?

This is simply ridiculous and simply unacceptable. If it wasn't for the fact that the epiphany hadn't come to an end, and if it wasn't for the Taoist ancestors around him who had taken a fancy to Yin Xuege, Jiu Weng would really jump up and strangle Yin Xuege to death.

Yin Xuege didn't pay attention to the various small thoughts of these Taoist ancestors, he just did what he thought was worth doing. The majestic Hongmeng Daoist. Through endless storms and obstacles. After finally standing at the pinnacle of the Three Realms, and being beheaded so brutally, it was only natural for him to collect his body, bury him generously, and solve his hidden worries behind him.

A wandering monk in Buddhism. Take the shovel with you wherever you go. Isn't it just to bury the corpses seen by the roadside? It has nothing to do with compassion or not. It's just a bottom line of being a person.

After a whole day's work, the difficult curse runes on Dao Zun's body were finally removed. Yin Xuege stood up, clasped his hands together. Facing the corpse of Dao Zun, he recited a sutra learned from Yiye in a low voice: "Senior, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, you can rest assured. Well, although your robe is broken, But the material is still very good, juniors are welcome.”

A little spiritual light suddenly flashed between the brows of the Taoist priest, and in the horrified eyes of dozens of Taoist ancestors, a hazy figure who was born exactly like the corpse of the Taoist priest suddenly emerged from the spiritual light.

This figure looked at dozens of Dao ancestors, and he exuded a very weak but extremely strong Dao pressure, forcing dozens of Dao ancestors to dare not make a sound. He looked up at the sky again, and after looking around at the Taoist palaces around him, he finally sighed faintly towards Yin Xuege.

"You doll, you are kind, not hypocritical, interesting, interesting."

"However, I'm not even a ray of remnant soul. It's just a ray of soul qi condensed from the remaining essence of the body of the deity. I can't even want to be reincarnated. I have completely forgotten all the magical powers and secrets. There is no mana to benefit you."

"Only the Innate Liangyi God of Fortune condensed by the deity back then, even though it was extinguished by the enemy, there is still a trace of fire left. This trace of fire, I will give it to you. The so-called dust to dust, dust to dust Soil, it doesn't matter whether this fleshy body is buried or not. But this broken Taoist robe, I can't give it to you, hahaha, the deity was born naked, but when he left, he had to wear some clothes .”

Laughed three times, the ray of soul energy left by the Daoist swayed slightly, and a dim black and white flame rose from the body of the Daozu, and rushed towards the Hunyuan, Roll of Da Luo's corpse. All the corpses, together with the Taoist robes on them, turned into a cloud of dust in an instant, and were blown by a gust of wind, and disappeared without a trace.

The bleak black and white two-color divine flames clustered inward, turning into a matchstick-sized kindling, slowly drifting towards Yin Xuege's eyebrows.

The eyes of Jiu Weng and several other Taoist ancestors lit up at the same time, they jumped up and grabbed the fire.

The Xiantian Shenyan itself is extremely rare, especially the Xiantian Shenyan that has been nurtured by Daoist Hongmeng for countless years, which is a rare treasure in the world. Congenital Liangyi Good Fortune Divine Flame, the word "Good Fortune" alone is enough to make people crazy. In the fairy world, those who dare to use the word "Good Fortune" as a title, just look at the yin and yang Good Fortune Thunder Tribulation of the monk who ascended to an immortal. It is the supreme treasure.

So besides Jiu Weng, there were also several Dao ancestors who were so greedy that they couldn't hold back for a while, and directly stretched out their hands to **** it.

But the soul qi condensed by Daoist Hongmeng's ** just smiled lightly, his body suddenly disintegrated, and the immeasurable avenue of Hongmeng Qi in the void suddenly turned into several colorful lingering palms downwards As soon as it was slapped, Jiu Weng and other Taoist ancestors howled miserably, like a toad being slapped by a big stone slab, they were slapped heavily on the ground.

The blow was so heavy and sharp that Jiu Weng and other Taoist ancestors were hit on the ground, their tall noses collapsed.

As Da Luo Dao Patriarch, he made such a big ugliness in public. Except for Jiu Weng, the other Dao Patriarchs got up, covered their faces with their sleeves without saying a word, turned around and left with their disciples. Without shutting doors for millions of years, these Taoist ancestors would have no face to come out to meet people.

Only Jiu Weng jumped up angrily, he jumped up and shouted: "This divine flame should belong to me."

The ray of soul energy transformed by Dao Zun knocked down several Dao ancestors, and it has completely dissipated between heaven and earth at this moment. The black and white tinder slowly melted into Yin Xuege's eyebrows. At this moment, it has been suspended above the blood pool transformed by the Blood Sea Buddha Sutra, constantly absorbing the essence and blood energy rising from the Yin Xuege Blood Sea to strengthen itself.

Yin Xuege put his hands behind his back and looked at Jiu Weng with a sneer. He didn't say a word. He knew that facing these tyrannical existences of Dao ancestors, it didn't make sense for him to speak or not. Although he could rely on his own strength to defeat the Celestial Immortals, and rely on the huge number of blood sea ghost soldiers to trap and kill the Golden Immortals, he was still just an ant in the face of Da Luo Daozu.

His life and death, honor and disgrace, all depend on the thoughts of the other Taoist ancestors.

This feeling. very bad. Especially when he kindly collected the body for Daoist Hongmeng. This is the reward he should have received from Dao Zun's bequest, but Jiu Weng relied on his own strength to try to **** it by force. This feeling made Yin Xuege extremely aggrieved.

When he was bullied at Xuantian Mansion that day. Yin Xuege had already felt this way. But this time. His feelings are deeper.

The congenital Liangyi good fortune divine flame has just entered the sea of ​​consciousness, Yin Xuege has already felt the infinite use of this group of divine flame, his terrifying lethality is only second, and his greatest use is the word "good fortune". Use this divine inflammation. Whether it is casting fairy artifacts or refining elixir, the top attributes of materials can be brought out, and optimization and reorganization are also carried out to make the final product a higher level.

For example, Yin Xuege uses a few spiritual grasses to refine ordinary second-rank elixir. If he uses the innate Liangyi Good Fortune Divine Flame as the fire seed, then all the medicinal power of the spiritual grass will be perfectly preserved, and it will be destroyed by the power of good fortune. Ascension, in the end, his alchemy is at least at the rank three level. If his refining techniques and refining experience are sufficient, even the elixir of rank four or five is unknown.

Using the same materials, others can only refine the elixir of the second rank, but Yin Xuege can refine the elixir of several ranks higher, the consumption and efficiency of which are completely different.

In particular, the divine flame's power of creation can turn death into life, and turn death into glory. When Yin Xuege's strength is strong enough, this Good Fortune Flame can help him rejuvenate people and recast their youth. And the most practical effect is that this power of good fortune can turn all the power of poison and curse into pure fairy spirit and feed it back to itself.

In other words, as long as there is this trace of fire with him, Yin Xuege will no longer be afraid of any poison or curse.

How could he be willing to hand over such a rare treasure to Jiu Weng? Such a treasure is enough to be relied on by a Taoist ancestor to prove the Tao. How could he give it up to Jiu Weng?

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and Yin Xuege had already developed a killing intent towards Jiu Weng. If Jiu Weng really wants to pester him endlessly, then don't blame Yin Xuege for turning him upside down. The First Supreme has his plan, Yin Xuege can't shamelessly bother him.

But on Yinhuangwu's side, using the power of the Xuezhao Immortal Dynasty and the Ten Thousand Monsters League, can they destroy the Jiuhuazong?

Yin Xuege would rather give this divine flame to his mother than to the aggressive Jiu Weng.

How cultivated were the Taoist ancestors present, Yin Xuege had a killing intent in his heart, and they all looked at him at the same time. Jiu Weng was even more annoyed and snapped: "Arrogant boy, how dare you be so presumptuous? You want to kill me? It's up to you?"

A black lacquered sword suddenly pierced through Jiu Weng's back, and pierced out from his chest.

Jiu Weng let out a miserable howl, his body shook, and black blood spurted out from the seven orifices at the same time.

Taixuan Zhenyi's ancestor held the Xuanbutu sword, and looked at Jiu Weng and the many terrified immortals under him with a blank face.

"I said, you are not allowed to trouble Yin Xuege. Jiu Weng, how many times have I warned you? As I said, there will be no third time."

"I said, if you disobey my will for the third time, I will kill you and replace your head disciple to take over the Jiuhua Sect. Are you confused, or did you not put me in the old way?" In his eyes? Yin Xuege got the Innate Liangyi Good Fortune Divine Flame, which means that his kindness will be rewarded with kindness, and you dare to rob it?"

Strangles of black light spewed out from the Xuanbutu sword, and countless streaks of light penetrated Jiu Weng's body, tightly imprisoning his immortal soul in his body.

Many Taoist ancestors present stood up in horror, and looked at the furious Taixuanzhen Taoist ancestor in silence.

Taiyi Zhenwu pondered for a moment, he suddenly took out an eight-edged gourd hammer from his sleeve, and then savagely hit Jiu Weng on the head with a look of fear on his face. Jiu Weng screamed, "Forgive me!" Before he could use his supernatural powers to escape, the gourd hammer smashed his head into pieces.

However, Da Luo Daozu was so cultivated, Jiu Weng's head had just shattered, and a **** light flashed on his neck, and a brand new head was born again.

But Qingfeng Mingyue and the two Taoist boys screamed at the same time. They shook their hands and sacrificed two gourds, one black and one white, from which they spewed out one black and one white. Neck~IndoMTL.com~Taiyi Zhenwu struck again with a hammer, this time a flash of vigor flashed on Jiuweng's neck, and his head could no longer be reborn.

Xuantu sword sprayed countless black lights, entangled and strangled Jiu Weng's body, Jiu Weng's body trembled violently, his immortal soul let out a miserable howl in his body, he hissed and laughed angrily: "You guys Do you really dare to attack me? Taixuan Shinichi, do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand? You, you..."

Yin Xuege pulled out the golden short spear that was originally holding the head of Daoist Hongmeng, and pierced Jiuweng's heart fiercely.

The golden flames like flowing water on the short spear slowly seeped into Jiu Weng's body. This ancient forged weapon can be used to kill Daoist Hongmeng, let alone Jiu Weng who is far away from that realm?

The Immortal Soul of Jiuweng, who was still roaring and howling, suddenly disintegrated, and was then burned to a strand of ashes by the golden flame.

Yin Xuege threw down the short spear, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "This old bastard, I have been in trouble with the young master these days. Today I finally killed him, happy, happy!"

The Taoist ancestors looked at each other in blank dismay, and remained silent for a long time. (to be continued...)()