The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 90: Qi Tong 0 Pulse (1)

The boiling magma kept setting off huge waves.

Among the huge waves, a vortex gradually expanded. The original diameter was only a hundred feet, but now it has reached about a thousand feet.

The thick golden juice in the water tank was steaming hot, like a golden dragon rising into the air, drawing a huge arc, and plunged into the alchemy circle. The 'jingle' sounded endlessly, and pieces of gold bricks emitted high temperature and heat, falling from the magic circle.

Yin Xuege put the gold brick into the storage ring in a leisurely manner, without even taking a second look at the black tiger spirit.

The black tiger spirit's face turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged out.

He glared at Yin Xuege and stomped his feet fiercely.

With a loud bang, a deep footprint was left on the ground that had been scorched by the ground fire for countless years and became several times stronger than fine steel.

"Boy, your Black Tiger General has taken a fancy to your magic circle, please make an offer and give it to me!"

The black tiger spirit was too lazy to learn from the gentlemen, too lazy to talk about the "destined but not destined" machine front, so he simply put forward his own request.

"You can't afford the price."

Yin Xuege cast a sideways glance at the Black Tiger Spirit. The underground cultivators from foreign lands, they have more or less inherited some ancient traditions, and there is a huge difference between their cultivation methods and the one inherited from the most holy method.

This black tiger spirit is roughly equivalent to a qi refiner who can penetrate all veins; but there are traces of golden core condensation in his body, and the breath of wronged souls gushes out from the center of his brow. His cultivation methods are very complicated.

It's just that it's just a small character who jumped out to test the water, so it's not worth noting.

So Yin Xuege gave him a sideways look. He dropped a word lightly and ignored him.

"Looking for death!"

The black tiger spirit was furious, he grabbed his own long tail, and with all his strength, he tore the tail off his body.

A black wind blew past, and the long tiger tail turned into a nine-section steel whip.

"If I kill you, this magic circle belongs to Grandpa Heihu."

The evil wind paves the surface, and the steel whip is faintly entangled with grievances. There was a shrill scream.

Yin Xuege snorted coldly. Raising his head, the green wood energy in the acupuncture points all over his body oscillated, shooting out immeasurable wind and thunder.

There was a 'click' sound, and there was a flash of thunder in Yin Xuege's eyes. Two thunderbolts shot out from his eye sockets.

A flash of lightning shattered the steel whip. Another ray of thunder hit the black tiger spirit. It pierced his chest and opened a hole the size of a water tank in his body. The area around the wound was steaming hot and entwined with lightning, and half of the black tiger spirit's body was cooked by the lightning.

"Do it!"

Hei Hujing let out his last breath. He fell heavily to the ground.

Thousands of monks gathered around exclaimed in unison, the black tiger spirit is also a well-known figure near the crater.

Relying on the tyrannical desire and the fierce and domineering fighting instinct born in his bones, the black tiger spirit has killed and injured more than ten thousand monks near the crater these years?

But under Singer Yinxue, he was killed so easily?

The sound of 'cracking la la' footsteps came, and thousands of monks and demons thought they were not strong enough, and called their friends to leave one after another.

The only ones left by Yin Xuege's side were more than a hundred monks who were strong enough or had a big backer behind them.

Yin Xuege took a look at these monks who were still attached to him, and quickly walked over to the black tiger spirit and grabbed them.

The thick fur and hard flesh of the black tiger can't resist Yin Xuege's thunderous claws. He poked his claws into the dantian of the Black Tiger Essence, and grabbed out a golden elixir the size of a rice bucket, with a black body and a lot of impurities inside.

"Hey, it really is a demon heretic, what a demon pill..."

Looking at the demon pill in his hand, Yin Xuege couldn't help shaking his head.

Heihujing doesn't know what kind of kung fu he is practicing. The size of this demon pill is astonishing. I have seen such a big demon pill.

But the truly pure demon power in this demon pill probably only accounts for less than 30%, and the rest is all impurities.

The filthy smell of rotting corpses, the evil spirit of wronged souls, the chaotic earth fire evil spirit, and some inexplicable things gathered in this demon pill like a puddle of sewage.

"It's not a very good thing, but it's good for refining a one-time thunderbolt."

A cyan flame slowly rose in the palm of the hand, and Yin Xuege burned this demon pill with the true fire of her own life.

The sound of 'chi chi' could be heard endlessly, and the huge golden core spewed out a large amount of black and foul gas, and it quickly shrank to the size of a fist. The size of the demon pill has become smaller, but the color has become darker, and the whole body is crystal clear, making it look much cleaner.

"What a ruthless method."

Among the more than a hundred monks surrounding Yin Xuege, dozens of them turned and left.

From Yin Xuege's natal real fire, they felt the awe-inspiring power of thunder to exorcise evil spirits. These people are all practicing Yin, evil and evil skills, and what they are most afraid of is sky fire and thunder.

Yin Xuege's technique is their nemesis, and he can refine the black tiger spirit's demon pill without hesitation, obviously his heart is also very ruthless and decisive.

These monks thought about it for a while, and found that it was difficult for them to be Yin Xuege's opponent, so they turned around and left wisely.

There are only forty or fifty people left around him.

These people glanced at each other, and a coquettish woman came out with a smile all over her face.

A black lacquered fox tail swayed behind her buttocks, and the coquettish woman winked at Yin Xuege very coquettishly.

"This son..."

Yin Xuege slapped her face and yelled 'Get out'.

During this slap, he used the supernatural power of a Buddhist vajra warrior to move mountains and suppress demons. With a palm strike, there was a faint phantom of a small mountain gathered in his palm, and the sound of Sanskrit singing floated out of his palm.

The coquettish woman was stiff all over, unable to move due to being imprisoned by the Buddha's demon-suppressing power, she watched helplessly as she was slapped.

With a loud noise, half of the coquettish girl's face sank, and a clear palm sank into her cheek two inches deep. Her body fluttered like catkins in the wind. It floated lightly to the crater, and then fell heavily.

Amidst the miserable howls, half of the alluring woman's body was submerged in the magma, and only then did she regain her ability to move.

She set up a monster cloud and soared into the sky, and was about to escape with hot magma all over her body, when Yin Xuege pointed at her casually.

'Kacha, Kacha, Kacha', three water tank-thick cyan thunders fell from the sky and slammed on her head.

The Aoki Evil God Thunder is extremely powerful, and it is the nemesis of all evil spirits.

The woman is a black fox who has cultivated into a spirit, and was bombarded by the sky thunder. Suddenly turned into green smoke.

The monks looked at each other for a while. Most of them dispersed again.

Those who still stayed by Yin Xuege's side were only the last three.

Yin Xuege glanced at the three of them disdainfully, and scolded them in a low voice.

"My Buddha is merciful, and my heart is merciful. I only kill three people every day. Today, I should kill another person."

In the sound of 'jingling'. Gold bricks fell quickly one by one. These golden squares full of allure suddenly became so dazzling in the eyes of the remaining three people.

There was a moment of silence. They greedily glanced at the alchemy circle, and a skinny old man sneered.

"Baby, someone will look for you. You have a treasure..."

Thirty-six flying knives flew out from Yin Xuege's sleeve whistling, and strangled the skinny old man.

The skinny old man let out an exclamation. He opened his hand, and a **** umbrella suddenly opened, blocking the flying knife.

The sound of dull impact continued continuously, and the old man's body was pushed back step by step. But just after he stepped back seven or eight steps, Yin Xuege had already flashed out from behind him like a ghost.

It was still the Buddhist supernatural power to subdue demons, Yin Xuege slammed the old man's head hard with his elbow.

The skinny old man who was caught off guard let out a muffled grunt, and his entire head was blasted into his abdominal cavity.

A blue thunder fell from a high altitude and hit the old man hard.

Amidst the thunder, the old man's thin and short body turned into a wisp of green smoke.

"That's good, that's good, I've already killed three people today, don't kill any more."

Kicking the **** umbrella protecting the old man into the volcano, Yin Xuege turned around and smiled at the remaining two.

"It's just that you can chop off your five limbs and leave them to kill slowly tomorrow!"

The remaining two are a burly man and a handsome young man.

There is a faint light and shadow flickering behind the head of the burly man, which is clearly a kind of monster.

He looked at Yin Xuege and asked a question in a daze.

"Five limbs?"

Yin Xuege sneered and said nothing, the handsome young man beside him, with a sneer and sneer with an absolute superiority in IQ, glanced at the big man's lower body, then turned and left as quickly as possible.

The big man's face changed slightly, he stomped his feet fiercely, pointed at Yin Xuege, and quickly turned into a gust of wind and scattered.

"I don't know what to say."

Yin Xuege sneered at these low-level monks who worked so hard to get gold near the crater, turned around, and urged the alchemy circle to refine with all their strength.

After a quarter of an hour, there was already a deacon of the Holy City who was wearing the same uniform as Liu Baibai, with a token hanging from his waist, waiting at the side. With a smile all over his face, he saluted Yin Xuege again and again ~IndoMTL.com~ and explained his intention of coming.

He is the deacon specially sent here by the Immortal Holy Extreme Sect to help these monks exchange holy gold coins.

Yin Xuege nodded, letting the deacon wait at the side.

One night is short, but one night is also long. Yin Xuege pushed the alchemy circle with all his strength, and after working around the crater all night, he exchanged all the gold he had extracted, and he had an extra 107,000 holy gold coins in his hand.

This kind of harvest made the eyes of the monks who salvaged gold from far and near turn red, and they were so jealous that they wanted to draw their swords to kill.

But thinking of Yin Xuege's ferocity and brutality yesterday, these monks restrained their impulse wisely.

After storing all the holy gold coins properly, Yin Xuege flew into the air and swung her palm down. A flash of thunder flashed, and the rock formation where the alchemy circle was located was blasted into a crater several feet deep, and all traces of the alchemy circle were completely obliterated.

The many monks who saw this scene were all heartbroken, and once again came up with the idea of ​​smashing Yin Xuege's body into thousands of pieces. (to be continued..)()