The sight in the enchantment is enough to surprise people.
Blood flowed, and the bone wings that covered the sky spread out, covering the sky and covering the sky. The double-layered barrier gradually cracked under the strong shock and scattered power, and the dense cracks covered the barrier.
The specific form inside is difficult to discern, only the curved magic horns and silhouettes can be seen, clearly separated by a double barrier, but the surging murderous aura is still frightening.
Jiang Zheliu's soul was tightly held by him, and he couldn't pull it away. He could only experience it all with him.
Feel the murderous aura that permeates everywhere.
Jiang Zheliu tried his best to maintain the independence of the soul and not be merged between the other party's primordial spirit. His eyes fell into the enchantment, staring at the opponent's magic horn.
The corners were slightly curved, the bright red blood lines on it were bright and hot, and blood droplets fell from the tip.
pat.
Broken in his heart.
At the moment when the blood mist filled Wen Renye's surroundings, the barrier that could withstand the half-step Jinxian attack was completely shattered, and a tyrannical wave surged around him centered on him.
The water of the Styx roared and vibrated, and the ghosts retreated. The fluctuation and pressure seemed to approach from the sky, almost tearing the sky.
The aurora vibrated chaotically, and the ghost energy around it flowed everywhere, stirring extremely unevenly.
The fox girl was directly knocked flying by this wave and plunged into the water. Ghost repair is weightless, she floats on the water of the Styx with her head raised, not knowing why she suffers like this.
She thought about half of it in confusion, turned her head and glanced at Jiang Zheliu, and saw Jiang Xianzun standing motionless in the same place, the surrounding Lingbo bypassed him, and the corners of his clothes were not even blown, and suddenly felt even more bitter.
He Da was pulled up by Chang Gan. Chang Gan was also knocked back, but he didn't slip out that far.
The cracks in the enchantment platform spread layer by layer, and the surrounding Manzhu Shahua shook wildly. Around Wen Renye, only Jiang Ziliu could still stay there.
Many ghost cultivators were alarmed, but they recognized whose demonic energy it was, but they were extremely cautious and did not dare to act rashly.
When Jiang Zheliu saw him from the blood mist, he met the half-bone visor.
To be precise, it was the prototype of the Demon Race.
Between the visors, there is a fluttering purple demon flame, which seems to be burning quietly and without temperature.
The ends of Wen Renye's bone wings were all cracked, and the bone spurs on the joints were broken by himself.
The Dao of Slaughter emerged from before him.
This is not the prototype of Taoism, but the projection of the Taoist realm in his mind.
A bright red "seed" appeared in front of his chest, spinning slowly in mid-air. Jiang Zheliu just touched the edge of the Slaughter Dao, as if he had witnessed countless slaughter and slaughter, witnessed the death of a world, and the annihilation of countless creatures into ashes.
Perhaps this is the way of the end, and the way of new life.
The scene in front of Jiang Zheliu has evolved into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. There are countless crooked blood streams under his feet, endless remnants and true spirits wandering around, and there is no way to return home.
And the little devil inhabits it silently.
Jiang Zheliu walked towards him.
Every step he took, it was as if he had caught a sword, light and sword in front of his eyes. They were all full of murderous moves. In just a dozen steps, he had almost exhausted what he had learned in his life.
Fortunately, it's just a test move in the illusion, otherwise if he really wants to take this inch-inch sword of murder now, I'm afraid he won't even be able to walk by Wen Renye's side.
He stopped in front of the other party, and saw the fluttering magic flame slightly raised, burning more vigorously.
The two looked at each other.
There was no hostility in the little devil's eyes, but it made his heart hurt. His eyes were quiet and unwavering, not quite like himself.
Jiang Zheliu has already dealt with this kind of scene twice. He relaxed and resisted with his soul, softly attached to the opponent, and then stretched out his hand to tentatively shake the opponent's hand.
Wen Renye's palm was still bleeding.
He shrank. Don't want to mess with each other.
But Jiang Zheliu thought he was a stranger and thought he was contradicting him, so he didn't forcibly contact the other party, but said in a calm and authentic tone: "Wen Renye."
The other party reacted a little, and the magic flame in the eye socket moved slightly.
Seems to be closed again.
When Jiang Ziliu stretched out his hand and wanted to tell the other party who he was, he was slammed into his arms with one hand, smelling the strong and sweet blood.
"I know." The voice in my ear was low and hoarse, "I'm awake."
"...Are you awake?" Jiang Zheliu asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Wen Renye sniffed the smell on his body, like a big cat confirming its breath. "I just... uh uh..."
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood flowed down Jiang Ziliu's shoulders, soaking the white clothes hot and humid.
Wen Renye was a little annoyed, but he still soiled the other party.
"Spit blood?" Jiang Zheliu reacted instantly, "Are you okay? Let me see..."
"Don't look."
Wen Renye pressed his shoulders, moved his palms down, stopped between his backs, and then wrapped his arms around the opponent's waist, making sure that he couldn't see the blood on his body, and then said in a low voice, "I'm fine."
"Liar to me." Jiang Zheliu said.
"No." The little devil is rarely frank enough, "It's really okay."
His collar was grabbed suddenly, and the other party's dark pupils suddenly approached, bright as morning stars, and he forced his face to ask: "Wen Renye—"
"Can't you be a little confused?" Little Demon King didn't know the reason, he was not straight, but he didn't lose his momentum, "I'm already healed."
Jiang Zheliu stared at him closely and did not answer.
"I just lost control, for a moment."
But this moment was enough to hurt him, make him bleed, and make him suffer.
But Wen Renye doesn't care, he only cares whether Jiang Ziliu feels distressed, whether he is worried, whether he will be sad for him, or whether he will cry.
He couldn't let the other party shed such tears.
"I just found out," Wen Renye said, "it is indeed possible to capture the traces and patterns of Dao seed when it erupts. Perhaps controlling it in turn is the best choice."
No one has thought this way before. Many of these ideas are about getting rid of the Dao, not controlling the Dao. Once this method is successful, it is no different from joining the Dao. That is to say, after the fusion is successful, it will face the thunder of calamity.
It's just that this result is much better than desperate.
Even if he has a blood debt, even if he kills countless robbery, but his harmony itself is the killing road, and everything will have a way.
This is the best news Jiang Ziliu has heard recently.
"According to your current situation, roughly... how many times do you need to make such prompts?"
"I'm not quite sure." Wen Renye whispered, "There will always be hundreds."
It's not easy to get along, and it's not a shortcut.
Jiang Zheliu let out a sigh of relief and said, "Although there is a way, it is still self-inflicted."
"Can you be more optimistic?" Wen Renye frowned angrily, but then leaned in and kissed him with his blood-stained lips, "You're done, you can't be pried away by others, wait for me to spoil you. . Destroy it for a lifetime."
Jiang Zheliu licked his lips and found that the blood of the demons is sweet.
"But you've been too long," he said.
The little devil was stunned for a moment, and then he was so angry that he could not believe that the other party would dislike it for too long. He slammed his bone wings together and wrapped him in his arms. The magic tail wrapped around his waist.
At the same time, Chang Gan on the other side also covered the fox's eyes expressionlessly.
When He Da was seeing the heat in full swing, she froze for a moment, stretched out her claws to scratch the darkness in front of her eyes, and complained loudly, "What's been too long! I also want to know why it took so long!"
Chang Gan said expressionlessly: "They didn't mean that."
"That's right!" The fox girl vowed, "How can there be a long separation between the Taoists, please let me go, I'm over a thousand years old. You can't watch this kind of child!"
Chang Gan frowned slightly, looked at her indifferently, and said, "See no evil, Master Dreamweaver."
"Meow—" The cat nodded in agreement.
——
The ghost cultivators in the entire underworld were shocked.
There were many ghost repair figures in the pavilion not far from the grass hut. They sneakily approached the pavilion and looked at the place where the master on the other side was.
Most of the ghost cultivators in the Netherworld urgently need to determine their current safety—Wen Renye is really famous.
But the killing god they were worried about was sitting in the outermost room of the grass hut, staring at the cups of tea in front of him, like an abandoned dog.
Jiang Zheliu and He Da had something to talk about, and they had to talk alone.
It was as if the family members and doctors of the terminally ill patient only left him here unsavoury, and sat with their rivals in love.
He turned his head and glared at the rival next to him. The leopard cat tilted its head, aggrieved but unable to speak, and moved another half a meter away.
Tea is a special product of the Netherworld, it is dark purple, and it doesn't look very drinkable. Wen Renye stared at the water and felt that he had watched it for a long time, but he didn't wait for the little willow tree to come out.
It was just what he felt for a long time, in fact, the time for half a candle has not passed.
Maybe this is how the days go by.
Chang Gan stood at the door with his back against the door frame. He was too used to doing this kind of doorkeeping. After years of baptism by the demon warriors, he had cultivated his character to the point of being a dog, but it was just that kind of coldness. The little wolf dog, the style is very pragmatic.
Just when the cups of tea were seen to be about to ferment, there was a wall away from here. The fox girl cleaned up the water stains on her body, put on her clothes again, sat down, and said, "Xianzun's chess skills are one of the few in the world, and I can't beat him."
On the chessboard, black and white were intertwined, but Bai Zi had already been defeated by most of them and could not gain momentum.
"The girl doesn't want to talk to me." Jiang Zheliu said.
"Indeed." He Da smiled, "Actually, it's not that I have something to tell you, but that our venerable lord has something to say."
"… Um?"
"Actually, the Lord is here." He Da pointed to the ground, "but after he felt Lord Mozun's breath entering the Netherworld, he really didn't want to see this old enemy who had been chasing him for so long, so he didn't show up. , rely on my unique voice transmission to watch everything."
Jiang Zheliu is not surprised, after all, this is what the old nest looks like.
"He told me that the situation of Lord Mozun, in addition to trying to control it in hundreds of thousands of outbreaks. The biggest risk is to lose control for too long, so that he can't recover his mind." He Da paused, " So please make a deal with you."
"Speaking."
The fox girl dug into her sleeve and took out a small lotus flower.
But this is not an ordinary lotus, but it is full of frost, fragrant and full of aura.
"This is the lotus pedestal of Zen Master Bodhi thousands of years ago." He Da said, "After Zen master's relics were scattered, the lotus pedestal became like this, blocking all spiritual power. The lord is willing to lend him to you for a period of time. Time, if Lord Mozun has an accident, you can use this treasure to temporarily bless your cultivation to the same height as Zen Master Bodhi, not to mention defeat, but you can temporarily stop Lord Mozun and leave time for the seal."
… Temporarily recovering the treasure of Half-step Jinxian, and another one, does he look like he will meet so many rough people.
Jiang Zheliu stared for a moment and said, "What's the loan period?"
He Da laughed and said, "He regards the lotus pedestal and the relic as his own, and he won't give it to you. Even if Zen Master Bodhi comes back to life and asks for it in front of him, the old ghost will not let go. The deadline... It will be until Lord Mozun has passed this calamity, or after being sealed."
The fox had been respectful for a long time, and was too lazy to continue to give He Zuxian face, so he directly changed the name he was used to.
"He Zunzhu so much help, what do you want?"
He Da said: "Naturally, let the Lord Mozun stop targeting him, and from now on, the well water will not violate the river water. Wen Renye's own promises are useless, he is a lunatic, but as long as you promise, it will definitely come true, Xianzun has always made a promise. "
Jiang Zheliu did not agree immediately, but thought for a moment, and then asked: "Since He Su Shi is listening at the moment, I was about to ask - does he know any powerful music masters, who are older and more knowledgeable? That kind of…”
He Da seemed to be buzzing with the sound transmission in his head before he could speak. She shook her tail and rubbed her ears, "I don't know the master of Yinxiu, but I know an old monster who plays the piano very badly—"
"It's just," she paused, "after that old monster stole his Dao seed, he went into seclusion and closed it down...for thousands of years. I guess he died long ago..."
Jiang Zheliu was silent, and after a while, he said, "Maybe he succeeded."
"How is that possible!" He Da lazily relayed the words of the old ghost jumping in his head, "The old monster used a half-life cultivation base to forge a giant chain of seclusion to suppress him. If he can really succeed, he will drink water upside down!"