The golden elixir exploded out of Monk Qingcang's belly, and the terrifying hell power contained in it had disappeared. The beads were round and crystal clear. Although they were not as bright as before, they looked somewhat holy without the strange light. It was the Monkey's Ten Thousand-Year Golden Pill, which was deceived by the Buddha at that time, and now it is seeing the light of day again in hell.
After an unknown amount of time, the dim relic inside Monk Xuanting suddenly lit up, and then turned into a red light and entered Monk Xuanting's head. After a while, a red swastika appeared on Monk Xuanting's forehead. The dark cassock that had been broken into pieces suddenly flashed with golden light. It was quickly put back together and returned to its original appearance. The dark golden lines on it were particularly bright and clear, and the runes flickered.
The other thing was a palm-sized alchemy furnace, purple, with dense Sanskrit on it, and An Zheng didn't recognize a word of it. Judging from the aura on this alchemy furnace, An Zheng was definitely the Hunyuan Dan furnace. This alchemy furnace was originally a purple-grade treasure from the Central Plains. Later, it was transformed by a master craftsman from the Western Regions, who erased the runes of the Central Plains Taoist Sect and replaced it with the characters of the Western Regions.
Yatuo Angge's body fell straight from the sky like a fallen fighter jet, emitting black smoke. With a bang, a huge deep hole was made on the ground. An Zheng rushed over immediately, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and countless purple sword energy chased after him, and each sword struck into the deep pit like a thunderstorm. That scene was so shocking.
An Zheng chased after him from behind, took a sharp breath, and then blasted out all the power of hell in his body: "Don't you want the power of this hell? I'll give it to you!"
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
"Give me a big move!"
An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do most now was to hand the golden elixir back to the monkey. That was a promise that Monk Xuanting fulfilled with his own life. It was a trust that could not be broken. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly noticed a black thing not far away that was different from an ordinary stone. He went over to take a look and found that it was a broken space magic weapon. Erase the remaining aura of Brother Yatuo on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.
All the power of monk Xuanting's cultivation returned to his body, but the injuries he suffered before were also very serious. He took out a pill that Qu Liuxi gave him from the space magic weapon and swallowed it, and the pain immediately weakened a lot.
The golden elixir exploded out of Monk Qingcang's belly, and the terrifying hell power contained in it had disappeared. The beads were round and crystal clear. Although they were not as bright as before, they looked somewhat holy without the strange light. It was the Monkey's Ten Thousand-Year Golden Pill, which was deceived by the Buddha at that time, and now it is seeing the light of day again in hell.
All the power of monk Xuanting's cultivation returned to his body, but the injuries he suffered before were also very serious. He took out a pill that Qu Liuxi gave him from the space magic weapon and swallowed it, and the pain immediately weakened a lot.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
Yatuo Angge, who was mutilated by the bomb, laughed loudly and wildly: "Take medicine, what else can you do by taking medicine? I know you can go to hell because the Buddha gave you the relics of King Tripitaka, right? , but a relic can last for up to twelve hours. You have been in hell for a while, and I guess you don't have much time left to go back. You and the dead monkey's gold. Dan will be sealed in this hell with me forever."
He clenched the golden elixir tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
The excess cultivation power stored for An Zheng in the blood training bead space was mixed with a large amount of hell power to form a mutated divine thunder sign, which appeared behind Yatuo Angge who was flying in front. A black disk appeared with a purple hexagram pattern on it. Thunderbolts shot out from the six-pointed star, hitting Brother Yatuo's back one blow after another. After a moment, Brother Yatuo's skin was torn apart.
"Tianmu, look around, I always feel like there is something hidden."
An Zheng sneered: "A curse? As far as I know, a curse requires at least two conditions. The first is that you have to use my blood to cast the curse, and the second is that you have to know my name and birth date. You don't even know a damn thing. It's scary. who?"
Monk Xuanting took a deep breath: "Yes, you are right... That relic can only last for twelve hours, and now there are only a few minutes left. But so what? Even if I stay here In hell, I will eventually send the monkey’s golden elixir back.”
Monk Xuantian's eyes were closed tightly, but his body sat up involuntarily, sitting cross-legged. A jade-like lotus appeared under his body, so black that it was so touching. The dark cassock flew up and landed on Monk Xuanting's shoulders. Four black and golden words appeared on the cassock near Monk Xuanting's heart... Da Zang Mingwang.
An Zheng gave an order, and his third eye immediately flew out of the blood bead bracelet and floated over the pit. Not long after, a light shone from the third eye and shone behind a stone. There seemed to be something small behind that suddenly escaped, and the light of the third eye kept chasing the little thing. An Zheng's body was as fast as lightning, and he stepped on the little thing with his foot, and the thing let out a shrill howl.
An Zheng pushed his hands forward fiercely, and a black ball of light appeared between the two hands, with purple lightning flashing inside. A moment later, a black electric dragon shot out from the light ball. The black light was thick and fierce, hitting Yatuo Angge's back heavily.
He looked at the relic of the great Tibetan King Ming in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the relic.
boom!
But at this moment, the power surging out from hell stopped abruptly, and the black rune array suddenly collapsed. Countless runes flew out, like flying broken butterflies. An Zheng, who was already like a balloon, laughed so wildly.
An Zheng gave an order, and his third eye immediately flew out of the blood bead bracelet and floated over the pit. Not long after, a light shone from the third eye and shone behind a stone. There seemed to be something small behind that suddenly escaped, and the light of the third eye kept chasing the little thing. An Zheng's body was as fast as lightning, and he stepped on the little thing with his foot, and the thing let out a shrill howl.
It was the Monkey's Ten Thousand Years Golden Pill. Monk Xuanting said that even if he stayed in hell forever, he would get it back for him. Now that the golden elixir was back, An Zheng couldn't feel relieved. Jin Dan is back, but Xuanting is not.
"Give me a big move!"
At this moment, the black rune array in the sky that had almost completely dissipated suddenly emitted a final burst of brilliance, and then a crystal-clear jade bead rushed out from the last small area of the array, carrying a flame-like streak. The trajectory fell next to An Zheng. An Zheng lowered his head and picked up the bead with sad eyes.
"Tianmu, how much power can be stored in the space of my blood bead bracelet?"
"When I came in, I had no intention of getting out alive."
"Your counterpart in hell is dead."
Yatuo Angge's body fell straight from the sky like a fallen fighter jet, emitting black smoke. With a bang, a huge deep hole was made on the ground. An Zheng rushed over immediately, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and countless purple sword energy chased after him, and each sword struck into the deep pit like a thunderstorm. That scene was so shocking.
Yatuo Angge has been in the Western Region for many years and has become so powerful that he can almost threaten the Buddha Sect. Of course, he has a lot of good things in his hands. This space magic weapon was carried by him, and it was obviously the most powerful thing he owned. An Zheng put everything away and went to meet Qu Liuxi and the others.
Monk Xuantian's eyes were closed tightly, but his body sat up involuntarily, sitting cross-legged. A jade-like lotus appeared under his body, so black that it was so touching. The dark cassock flew up and landed on Monk Xuanting's shoulders. Four black and golden words appeared on the cassock near Monk Xuanting's heart... Da Zang Mingwang.
An Zheng's body rushed towards Brother Yatuo in the distance like a bomb. At this time, Brother Yatuo, who had a premonition that his death was imminent, dared to face An Zheng directly, so he turned around and ran away. It looks like An Zheng is like a big fat balloon floating, but his speed is extremely fast. There's something a little... silly about that look.
An Zheng pushed his hands forward fiercely, and a black ball of light appeared between the two hands, with purple lightning flashing inside. A moment later, a black electric dragon shot out from the light ball. The black light was thick and fierce, hitting Yatuo Angge's back heavily.
But at this moment, the power surging out from hell stopped abruptly, and the black rune array suddenly collapsed. Countless runes flew out, like flying broken butterflies. An Zheng, who was already like a balloon, laughed so wildly.
All the power of hell contained in the relic was sucked into Monk Xuanting's body. His body was shaking violently, as if it was about to burst at any time. He held the monkey's golden elixir tightly, then gritted his teeth and flew into the air: "Wait until I send the golden elixir away, and then come back and die with you."
"You stole the teachings of Buddhism to deceive the world, but you still remember the four words of heaven and reincarnation!"
An Zheng raised his hand and stabbed with a sword energy, smashing half of the head into pieces with a bang. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
The Seven Swords of the Central Plains, Tiansha, Tiantu, and Tianshu were all in An Zheng's hands, and one was taken away by his master Chen Xiaoyao. I don't know if it's fate, but An Zheng seems to have a strong connection with these seven swords.
With a bang, Monk Xuanting fell to the ground, stirring up the thick dust on the ground. Pieces of dark cassocks fell on him, as if a quilt had been pieced together for him, and there seemed to be a shroud to collect his body.
He clenched the golden elixir tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
In front is a clear black and white line, which is the prohibition between hell and the human world. Monk Xuanting flew here unsteadily, took off his dark cassock and wrapped it around the golden elixir. His hands were shaking violently, and he might collapse at any time. After wrapping the golden elixir, Xuanting roared upward: "Monkey, whether it is Qingcang, me, or the Buddha Sect... the grudges we have with you can be wiped out today!"
Monk Xuanting's body was completely stiff, and the last bit of life slipped out of his body. Yatuo Angge in the distance is already dead, with only anger and unwillingness on his face. It really seemed like fate for two people to lie in an empty hall.
An Zheng gave an order, and his third eye immediately flew out of the blood bead bracelet and floated over the pit. Not long after, a light shone from the third eye and shone behind a stone. There seemed to be something small behind that suddenly escaped, and the light of the third eye kept chasing the little thing. An Zheng's body was as fast as lightning, and he stepped on the little thing with his foot, and the thing let out a shrill howl.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
Overusing the power of hell and overdrafting his own cultivation power, An Zheng is now so weak that he may collapse at any time.
Yatuo Angge has been in the Western Region for many years and has become so powerful that he can almost threaten the Buddha Sect. Of course, he has a lot of good things in his hands. This space magic weapon was carried by him, and it was obviously the most powerful thing he owned. An Zheng put everything away and went to meet Qu Liuxi and the others.
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
The broken dark cassocks flew down piece by piece, falling together with Xuanting's body. The process seemed endless. Xuanting closed his eyes, not knowing how long he would fall. The terrifying and wild laughter of Brother Yatuo seemed to be heard below him, but if he listened carefully, it was clear that there was only despair in the laughter.
After an unknown amount of time, the dim relic inside Monk Xuanting suddenly lit up, and then turned into a red light and entered Monk Xuanting's head. After a while, a red swastika appeared on Monk Xuanting's forehead. The dark cassock that had been broken into pieces suddenly flashed with golden light. It was quickly put back together and returned to its original appearance. The dark golden lines on it were particularly bright and clear, and the runes flickered.
Yatuo Angge has been in the Western Region for many years and has become so powerful that he can almost threaten the Buddha Sect. Of course, he has a lot of good things in his hands. This space magic weapon was carried by him, and it was obviously the most powerful thing he owned. An Zheng put everything away and went to meet Qu Liuxi and the others.
With a bang, Monk Xuanting fell to the ground, stirring up the thick dust on the ground. Pieces of dark cassocks fell on him, as if a quilt had been pieced together for him, and there seemed to be a shroud to collect his body.
An Zheng raised his hand and stabbed with a sword energy, smashing half of the head into pieces with a bang. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange.
"When I came in, I had no intention of getting out alive."
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
Garuda city.
An Zheng sneered: "A curse? As far as I know, a curse requires at least two conditions. The first is that you have to use my blood to cast the curse, and the second is that you have to know my name and birth date. You don't even know a damn thing. It's scary. who?"
There was a crash, and the contents inside almost piled up into a small mountain. There were two things that attracted An Zheng's special attention. A long sword with bright purple light, which was obviously the style of long sword used by practitioners in the Central Plains. He bent down and picked up the long sword. There were two words engraved on the simple scabbard.
An Zheng's body had expanded to the limit. He tried his best to absorb the power from hell, firstly to prevent Brother Yatuo from taking back more power from his clone, and secondly, to help Monk Xuanting find the clone's location.
An Zheng pushed his hands forward fiercely, and a black ball of light appeared between the two hands, with purple lightning flashing inside. A moment later, a black electric dragon shot out from the light ball. The black light was thick and fierce, hitting Yatuo Angge's back heavily.
Overusing the power of hell and overdrafting his own cultivation power, An Zheng is now so weak that he may collapse at any time.
All the power of monk Xuanting's cultivation returned to his body, but the injuries he suffered before were also very serious. He took out a pill that Qu Liuxi gave him from the space magic weapon and swallowed it, and the pain immediately weakened a lot.
Monk Xuanting's body was completely stiff, and the last bit of life slipped out of his body. Yatuo Angge in the distance is already dead, with only anger and unwillingness on his face. It really seemed like fate for two people to lie in an empty hall.
He exerted force under his feet, and with a pop, half of his heart was crushed into pulp. The wails sounded, reaching into the sky. The last bit of life force contained in the heart turned into black air and floated up, quickly dissipating in the sky.
An Zheng chased after him from behind, took a sharp breath, and then blasted out all the power of hell in his body: "Don't you want the power of this hell? I'll give it to you!"
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
At this moment, the black rune array in the sky that had almost completely dissipated suddenly emitted a final burst of brilliance, and then a crystal-clear jade bead rushed out from the last small area of the array, carrying a flame-like streak. The trajectory fell next to An Zheng. An Zheng lowered his head and picked up the bead with sad eyes.
In front is a clear black and white line, which is the prohibition between hell and the human world. Monk Xuanting flew here unsteadily, took off his dark cassock and wrapped it around the golden elixir. His hands were shaking violently, and he might collapse at any time. After wrapping the golden elixir, Xuanting roared upward: "Monkey, whether it is Qingcang, me, or the Buddha Sect... the grudges we have with you can be wiped out today!"
The other thing was a palm-sized alchemy furnace, purple, with dense Sanskrit on it, and An Zheng didn't recognize a word of it. Judging from the aura on this alchemy furnace, An Zheng was definitely the Hunyuan Dan furnace. This alchemy furnace was originally a purple-grade treasure from the Central Plains. Later, it was transformed by a master craftsman from the Western Regions, who erased the runes of the Central Plains Taoist Sect and replaced it with the characters of the Western Regions.
An Zheng sneered: "A curse? As far as I know, a curse requires at least two conditions. The first is that you have to use my blood to cast the curse, and the second is that you have to know my name and birth date. You don't even know a damn thing. It's scary. who?"
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
After an unknown amount of time, the dim relic inside Monk Xuanting suddenly lit up, and then turned into a red light and entered Monk Xuanting's head. After a while, a red swastika appeared on Monk Xuanting's forehead. The dark cassock that had been broken into pieces suddenly flashed with golden light. It was quickly put back together and returned to its original appearance. The dark golden lines on it were particularly bright and clear, and the runes flickered.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
But at this moment, the power surging out from hell stopped abruptly, and the black rune array suddenly collapsed. Countless runes flew out, like flying broken butterflies. An Zheng, who was already like a balloon, laughed so wildly.
After a while, An Zheng slipped from the edge of the pit and walked under the pit. He saw many pieces of corpses. Brother Yatuo's cultivation was too terrifying. Even if he was killed by An Zheng with such a powerful attack, his body was not completely shattered. An arm lay not far from An Zheng, and a little further away was half a thigh. An Zheng took a few steps forward and saw half a head in the distance. The eyes were still open, looking at An Zheng as if full of resentment.
The other thing was a palm-sized alchemy furnace, purple, with dense Sanskrit on it, and An Zheng didn't recognize a word of it. Judging from the aura on this alchemy furnace, An Zheng was definitely the Hunyuan Dan furnace. This alchemy furnace was originally a purple-grade treasure from the Central Plains. Later, it was transformed by a master craftsman from the Western Regions, who erased the runes of the Central Plains Taoist Sect and replaced it with the characters of the Western Regions.
Tianshu.
At this time, in hell.
"Your counterpart in hell is dead."
An Zheng's body had expanded to the limit. He tried his best to absorb the power from hell, firstly to prevent Brother Yatuo from taking back more power from his clone, and secondly, to help Monk Xuanting find the clone's location.
An Zheng shouted loudly.
"Your counterpart in hell is dead."
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
The strange thing is that there is a mouth split in the heart, and the tone is full of resentment: "If you don't let me go, I won't let you go. I will curse you with my last life force. You will not be able to do well." Die. I have the supreme power of curse, you will not escape this disaster, I will wait for you in hell!"
He looked at the relic of the great Tibetan King Ming in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the relic.
All the power of hell contained in the relic was sucked into Monk Xuanting's body. His body was shaking violently, as if it was about to burst at any time. He held the monkey's golden elixir tightly, then gritted his teeth and flew into the air: "Wait until I send the golden elixir away, and then come back and die with you."
An Zheng's body rushed towards Brother Yatuo in the distance like a bomb. At this time, Brother Yatuo, who had a premonition that his death was imminent, dared to face An Zheng directly, so he turned around and ran away. It looks like An Zheng is like a big fat balloon floating, but his speed is extremely fast. There's something a little... silly about that look.
All the power of hell contained in the relic was sucked into Monk Xuanting's body. His body was shaking violently, as if it was about to burst at any time. He held the monkey's golden elixir tightly, then gritted his teeth and flew into the air: "Wait until I send the golden elixir away, and then come back and die with you."
An Zheng's body rushed towards Brother Yatuo in the distance like a bomb. At this time, Brother Yatuo, who had a premonition that his death was imminent, dared to face An Zheng directly, so he turned around and ran away. It looks like An Zheng is like a big fat balloon floating, but his speed is extremely fast. There's something a little... silly about that look.
boom!
Daozong's most precious Tianshu Sword.
All the power of hell contained in the relic was sucked into Monk Xuanting's body. His body was shaking violently, as if it was about to burst at any time. He held the monkey's golden elixir tightly, then gritted his teeth and flew into the air: "Wait until I send the golden elixir away, and then come back and die with you."
An Zheng chased after him from behind, took a sharp breath, and then blasted out all the power of hell in his body: "Don't you want the power of this hell? I'll give it to you!"
Tianshu.
There was a crash, and the contents inside almost piled up into a small mountain. There were two things that attracted An Zheng's special attention. A long sword with bright purple light, which was obviously the style of long sword used by practitioners in the Central Plains. He bent down and picked up the long sword. There were two words engraved on the simple scabbard.
Monk Xuanting's body was completely stiff, and the last bit of life slipped out of his body. Yatuo Angge in the distance is already dead, with only anger and unwillingness on his face. It really seemed like fate for two people to lie in an empty hall.
"Tianmu, how much power can be stored in the space of my blood bead bracelet?"
After a while, An Zheng slipped from the edge of the pit and walked under the pit. He saw many pieces of corpses. Brother Yatuo's cultivation was too terrifying. Even if he was killed by An Zheng with such a powerful attack, his body was not completely shattered. An arm lay not far from An Zheng, and a little further away was half a thigh. An Zheng took a few steps forward and saw half a head in the distance. The eyes were still open, looking at An Zheng as if full of resentment.
An Zheng chased after him from behind, took a sharp breath, and then blasted out all the power of hell in his body: "Don't you want the power of this hell? I'll give it to you!"
An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do most now was to hand the golden elixir back to the monkey. That was a promise that Monk Xuanting fulfilled with his own life. It was a trust that could not be broken. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly noticed a black thing not far away that was different from an ordinary stone. He went over to take a look and found that it was a broken space magic weapon. Erase the remaining aura of Brother Yatuo on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
The third eye’s voice answered: It’s full.
At this time, in hell.
All the power of monk Xuanting's cultivation returned to his body, but the injuries he suffered before were also very serious. He took out a pill that Qu Liuxi gave him from the space magic weapon and swallowed it, and the pain immediately weakened a lot.
"You stole the teachings of Buddhism to deceive the world, but you still remember the four words of heaven and reincarnation!"
An Zheng shouted loudly.
"Give me a big move!"
All the power of hell contained in the relic was sucked into Monk Xuanting's body. His body was shaking violently, as if it was about to burst at any time. He held the monkey's golden elixir tightly, then gritted his teeth and flew into the air: "Wait until I send the golden elixir away, and then come back and die with you."
An Zheng looked down and saw that he was stepping on half a heart.
An Zheng shouted loudly.
After the intensive and terrifying bombardment, a basin with a diameter of more than three miles appeared on the ground. The entire ground seemed to have been hollowed out, a hundred meters deep. Thick dust and smoke flew up, like an invisible mist. An Zheng's body fell down, staggered and almost fell.
The Seven Swords of the Central Plains, Tiansha, Tiantu, and Tianshu were all in An Zheng's hands, and one was taken away by his master Chen Xiaoyao. I don't know if it's fate, but An Zheng seems to have a strong connection with these seven swords.
The excess cultivation power stored for An Zheng in the blood training bead space was mixed with a large amount of hell power to form a mutated divine thunder sign, which appeared behind Yatuo Angge who was flying in front. A black disk appeared with a purple hexagram pattern on it. Thunderbolts shot out from the six-pointed star, hitting Brother Yatuo's back one blow after another. After a moment, Brother Yatuo's skin was torn apart.
"Give me a big move!"
He looked at the relic of the great Tibetan King Ming in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the relic.
Yatuo Angge, who was mutilated by the bomb, laughed loudly and wildly: "Take medicine, what else can you do by taking medicine? I know you can go to hell because the Buddha gave you the relics of King Tripitaka, right? , but a relic can last for up to twelve hours. You have been in hell for a while, and I guess you don't have much time left to go back. You and the dead monkey's gold. Dan will be sealed in this hell with me forever."
All the power of hell contained in the relic was sucked into Monk Xuanting's body. His body was shaking violently, as if it was about to burst at any time. He held the monkey's golden elixir tightly, then gritted his teeth and flew into the air: "Wait until I send the golden elixir away, and then come back and die with you."
Yatuo Angge, who was mutilated by the bomb, laughed loudly and wildly: "Take medicine, what else can you do by taking medicine? I know you can go to hell because the Buddha gave you the relics of King Tripitaka, right? , but a relic can last for up to twelve hours. You have been in hell for a while, and I guess you don't have much time left to go back. You and the dead monkey's gold. Dan will be sealed in this hell with me forever."
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
"When I came in, I had no intention of getting out alive."
An Zheng chased after him from behind, took a sharp breath, and then blasted out all the power of hell in his body: "Don't you want the power of this hell? I'll give it to you!"
"You stole the teachings of Buddhism to deceive the world, but you still remember the four words of heaven and reincarnation!"
An Zheng raised his hand and stabbed with a sword energy, smashing half of the head into pieces with a bang. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange.
An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do most now was to hand the golden elixir back to the monkey. That was a promise that Monk Xuanting fulfilled with his own life. It was a trust that could not be broken. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly noticed a black thing not far away that was different from an ordinary stone. He went over to take a look and found that it was a broken space magic weapon. Erase the remaining aura of Brother Yatuo on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
There was a crash, and the contents inside almost piled up into a small mountain. There were two things that attracted An Zheng's special attention. A long sword with bright purple light, which was obviously the style of long sword used by practitioners in the Central Plains. He bent down and picked up the long sword. There were two words engraved on the simple scabbard.
"Your counterpart in hell is dead."
An Zheng chased after him from behind, took a sharp breath, and then blasted out all the power of hell in his body: "Don't you want the power of this hell? I'll give it to you!"
The excess cultivation power stored for An Zheng in the blood training bead space was mixed with a large amount of hell power to form a mutated divine thunder sign, which appeared behind Yatuo Angge who was flying in front. A black disk appeared with a purple hexagram pattern on it. Thunderbolts shot out from the six-pointed star, hitting Brother Yatuo's back one blow after another. After a moment, Brother Yatuo's skin was torn apart.
The strange thing is that there is a mouth split in the heart, and the tone is full of resentment: "If you don't let me go, I won't let you go. I will curse you with my last life force. You will not be able to do well." Die. I have the supreme power of curse, you will not escape this disaster, I will wait for you in hell!"
An Zheng pushed his hands forward fiercely, and a black ball of light appeared between the two hands, with purple lightning flashing inside. A moment later, a black electric dragon shot out from the light ball. The black light was thick and fierce, hitting Yatuo Angge's back heavily.
An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do most now was to hand the golden elixir back to the monkey. That was a promise that Monk Xuanting fulfilled with his own life. It was a trust that could not be broken. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly noticed a black thing not far away that was different from an ordinary stone. He went over to take a look and found that it was a broken space magic weapon. Erase the remaining aura of Brother Yatuo on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.
In front is a clear black and white line, which is the prohibition between hell and the human world. Monk Xuanting flew here unsteadily, took off his dark cassock and wrapped it around the golden elixir. His hands were shaking violently, and he might collapse at any time. After wrapping the golden elixir, Xuanting roared upward: "Monkey, whether it is Qingcang, me, or the Buddha Sect... the grudges we have with you can be wiped out today!"
The third eye’s voice answered: It’s full.
After an unknown amount of time, the dim relic inside Monk Xuanting suddenly lit up, and then turned into a red light and entered Monk Xuanting's head. After a while, a red swastika appeared on Monk Xuanting's forehead. The dark cassock that had been broken into pieces suddenly flashed with golden light. It was quickly put back together and returned to its original appearance. The dark golden lines on it were particularly bright and clear, and the runes flickered.
All the power of monk Xuanting's cultivation returned to his body, but the injuries he suffered before were also very serious. He took out a pill that Qu Liuxi gave him from the space magic weapon and swallowed it, and the pain immediately weakened a lot.
An Zheng pushed his hands forward fiercely, and a black ball of light appeared between the two hands, with purple lightning flashing inside. A moment later, a black electric dragon shot out from the light ball. The black light was thick and fierce, hitting Yatuo Angge's back heavily.
With a bang, Monk Xuanting fell to the ground, stirring up the thick dust on the ground. Pieces of dark cassocks fell on him, as if a quilt had been pieced together for him, and there seemed to be a shroud to collect his body.
At this moment, the black rune array in the sky that had almost completely dissipated suddenly emitted a final burst of brilliance, and then a crystal-clear jade bead rushed out from the last small area of the array, carrying a flame-like streak. The trajectory fell next to An Zheng. An Zheng lowered his head and picked up the bead with sad eyes.
boom!
After an unknown amount of time, the dim relic inside Monk Xuanting suddenly lit up, and then turned into a red light and entered Monk Xuanting's head. After a while, a red swastika appeared on Monk Xuanting's forehead. The dark cassock that had been broken into pieces suddenly flashed with golden light. It was quickly put back together and returned to its original appearance. The dark golden lines on it were particularly bright and clear, and the runes flickered.
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
The broken dark cassocks flew down piece by piece, falling together with Xuanting's body. The process seemed endless. Xuanting closed his eyes, not knowing how long he would fall. The terrifying and wild laughter of Brother Yatuo seemed to be heard below him, but if he listened carefully, it was clear that there was only despair in the laughter.
The excess cultivation power stored for An Zheng in the blood training bead space was mixed with a large amount of hell power to form a mutated divine thunder sign, which appeared behind Yatuo Angge who was flying in front. A black disk appeared with a purple hexagram pattern on it. Thunderbolts shot out from the six-pointed star, hitting Brother Yatuo's back one blow after another. After a moment, Brother Yatuo's skin was torn apart.
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
boom!
"When I came in, I had no intention of getting out alive."
It was the Monkey's Ten Thousand Years Golden Pill. Monk Xuanting said that even if he stayed in hell forever, he would get it back for him. Now that the golden elixir was back, An Zheng couldn't feel relieved. Jin Dan is back, but Xuanting is not.
An Zheng sneered: "A curse? As far as I know, a curse requires at least two conditions. The first is that you have to use my blood to cast the curse, and the second is that you have to know my name and birth date. You don't even know a damn thing. It's scary. who?"
The strange thing is that there is a mouth split in the heart, and the tone is full of resentment: "If you don't let me go, I won't let you go. I will curse you with my last life force. You will not be able to do well." Die. I have the supreme power of curse, you will not escape this disaster, I will wait for you in hell!"
But at this moment, the power surging out from hell stopped abruptly, and the black rune array suddenly collapsed. Countless runes flew out, like flying broken butterflies. An Zheng, who was already like a balloon, laughed so wildly.
Yatuo Angge's body fell straight from the sky like a fallen fighter jet, emitting black smoke. With a bang, a huge deep hole was made on the ground. An Zheng rushed over immediately, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and countless purple sword energy chased after him, and each sword struck into the deep pit like a thunderstorm. That scene was so shocking.
He looked at the relic of the great Tibetan King Ming in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the relic.
An Zheng pushed his hands forward fiercely, and a black ball of light appeared between the two hands, with purple lightning flashing inside. A moment later, a black electric dragon shot out from the light ball. The black light was thick and fierce, hitting Yatuo Angge's back heavily.
He clenched the golden elixir tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
Daozong's most precious Tianshu Sword.
"Tianmu, look around, I always feel like there is something hidden."
After the intensive and terrifying bombardment, a basin with a diameter of more than three miles appeared on the ground. The entire ground seemed to have been hollowed out, a hundred meters deep. Thick dust and smoke flew up, like an invisible mist. An Zheng's body fell down, staggered and almost fell.
The golden elixir exploded out of Monk Qingcang's belly, and the terrifying hell power contained in it had disappeared. The beads were round and crystal clear. Although they were not as bright as before, they looked somewhat holy without the strange light. It was the Monkey's Ten Thousand-Year Golden Pill, which was deceived by the Buddha at that time, and now it is seeing the light of day again in hell.
Tianshu.
Overusing the power of hell and overdrafting his own cultivation power, An Zheng is now so weak that he may collapse at any time.
All the power of hell contained in the relic was sucked into Monk Xuanting's body. His body was shaking violently, as if it was about to burst at any time. He held the monkey's golden elixir tightly, then gritted his teeth and flew into the air: "Wait until I send the golden elixir away, and then come back and die with you."
An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do most now was to hand the golden elixir back to the monkey. That was a promise that Monk Xuanting fulfilled with his own life. It was a trust that could not be broken. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly noticed a black thing not far away that was different from an ordinary stone. He went over to take a look and found that it was a broken space magic weapon. Erase the remaining aura of Brother Yatuo on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.
boom!
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
At this moment, the black rune array in the sky that had almost completely dissipated suddenly emitted a final burst of brilliance, and then a crystal-clear jade bead rushed out from the last small area of the array, carrying a flame-like streak. The trajectory fell next to An Zheng. An Zheng lowered his head and picked up the bead with sad eyes.
An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do most now was to hand the golden elixir back to the monkey. That was a promise that Monk Xuanting fulfilled with his own life. It was a trust that could not be broken. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly noticed a black thing not far away that was different from an ordinary stone. He went over to take a look and found that it was a broken space magic weapon. Erase the remaining aura of Brother Yatuo on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.
Monk Xuanting took a deep breath: "Yes, you are right... That relic can only last for twelve hours, and now there are only a few minutes left. But so what? Even if I stay here In hell, I will eventually send the monkey’s golden elixir back.”
Yatuo Angge's body fell straight from the sky like a fallen fighter jet, emitting black smoke. With a bang, a huge deep hole was made on the ground. An Zheng rushed over immediately, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and countless purple sword energy chased after him, and each sword struck into the deep pit like a thunderstorm. That scene was so shocking.
At this time, in hell.
It was the Monkey's Ten Thousand Years Golden Pill. Monk Xuanting said that even if he stayed in hell forever, he would get it back for him. Now that the golden elixir was back, An Zheng couldn't feel relieved. Jin Dan is back, but Xuanting is not.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
"When I came in, I had no intention of getting out alive."
Monk Xuanting took a deep breath: "Yes, you are right... That relic can only last for twelve hours, and now there are only a few minutes left. But so what? Even if I stay here In hell, I will eventually send the monkey’s golden elixir back.”
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
Tianshu.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
He clenched the golden elixir tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
He looked at the relic of the great Tibetan King Ming in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the relic.
Garuda city.
Monk Xuanting's body was completely stiff, and the last bit of life slipped out of his body. Yatuo Angge in the distance is already dead, with only anger and unwillingness on his face. It really seemed like fate for two people to lie in an empty hall.
At this moment, the black rune array in the sky that had almost completely dissipated suddenly emitted a final burst of brilliance, and then a crystal-clear jade bead rushed out from the last small area of the array, carrying a flame-like streak. The trajectory fell next to An Zheng. An Zheng lowered his head and picked up the bead with sad eyes.
"When I came in, I had no intention of getting out alive."
Tianshu.
After a while, An Zheng slipped from the edge of the pit and walked under the pit. He saw many pieces of corpses. Brother Yatuo's cultivation was too terrifying. Even if he was killed by An Zheng with such a powerful attack, his body was not completely shattered. An arm lay not far from An Zheng, and a little further away was half a thigh. An Zheng took a few steps forward and saw half a head in the distance. The eyes were still open, looking at An Zheng as if full of resentment.
At this moment, the black rune array in the sky that had almost completely dissipated suddenly emitted a final burst of brilliance, and then a crystal-clear jade bead rushed out from the last small area of the array, carrying a flame-like streak. The trajectory fell next to An Zheng. An Zheng lowered his head and picked up the bead with sad eyes.
There was a crash, and the contents inside almost piled up into a small mountain. There were two things that attracted An Zheng's special attention. A long sword with bright purple light, which was obviously the style of long sword used by practitioners in the Central Plains. He bent down and picked up the long sword. There were two words engraved on the simple scabbard.
Tianshu.
With a bang, Monk Xuanting fell to the ground, stirring up the thick dust on the ground. Pieces of dark cassocks fell on him, as if a quilt had been pieced together for him, and there seemed to be a shroud to collect his body.
But at this moment, the power surging out from hell stopped abruptly, and the black rune array suddenly collapsed. Countless runes flew out, like flying broken butterflies. An Zheng, who was already like a balloon, laughed so wildly.
In front is a clear black and white line, which is the prohibition between hell and the human world. Monk Xuanting flew here unsteadily, took off his dark cassock and wrapped it around the golden elixir. His hands were shaking violently, and he might collapse at any time. After wrapping the golden elixir, Xuanting roared upward: "Monkey, whether it is Qingcang, me, or the Buddha Sect... the grudges we have with you can be wiped out today!"
An Zheng raised his hand and stabbed with a sword energy, smashing half of the head into pieces with a bang. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange.
In front is a clear black and white line, which is the prohibition between hell and the human world. Monk Xuanting flew here unsteadily, took off his dark cassock and wrapped it around the golden elixir. His hands were shaking violently, and he might collapse at any time. After wrapping the golden elixir, Xuanting roared upward: "Monkey, whether it is Qingcang, me, or the Buddha Sect... the grudges we have with you can be wiped out today!"
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
He clenched the golden elixir tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
The broken dark cassocks flew down piece by piece, falling together with Xuanting's body. The process seemed endless. Xuanting closed his eyes, not knowing how long he would fall. The terrifying and wild laughter of Brother Yatuo seemed to be heard below him, but if he listened carefully, it was clear that there was only despair in the laughter.
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
He clenched the golden elixir tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Tianmu, look around, I always feel like there is something hidden."
All the power of monk Xuanting's cultivation returned to his body, but the injuries he suffered before were also very serious. He took out a pill that Qu Liuxi gave him from the space magic weapon and swallowed it, and the pain immediately weakened a lot.
"Tianmu, how much power can be stored in the space of my blood bead bracelet?"
But at this moment, the power surging out from hell stopped abruptly, and the black rune array suddenly collapsed. Countless runes flew out, like flying broken butterflies. An Zheng, who was already like a balloon, laughed so wildly.
An Zheng sneered: "A curse? As far as I know, a curse requires at least two conditions. The first is that you have to use my blood to cast the curse, and the second is that you have to know my name and birth date. You don't even know a damn thing. It's scary. who?"
In front is a clear black and white line, which is the prohibition between hell and the human world. Monk Xuanting flew here unsteadily, took off his dark cassock and wrapped it around the golden elixir. His hands were shaking violently, and he might collapse at any time. After wrapping the golden elixir, Xuanting roared upward: "Monkey, whether it is Qingcang, me, or the Buddha Sect... the grudges we have with you can be wiped out today!"
An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do most now was to hand the golden elixir back to the monkey. That was a promise that Monk Xuanting fulfilled with his own life. It was a trust that could not be broken. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly noticed a black thing not far away that was different from an ordinary stone. He went over to take a look and found that it was a broken space magic weapon. Erase the remaining aura of Brother Yatuo on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.
An Zheng gave an order, and his third eye immediately flew out of the blood bead bracelet and floated over the pit. Not long after, a light shone from the third eye and shone behind a stone. There seemed to be something small behind that suddenly escaped, and the light of the third eye kept chasing the little thing. An Zheng's body was as fast as lightning, and he stepped on the little thing with his foot, and the thing let out a shrill howl.
After a while, An Zheng slipped from the edge of the pit and walked under the pit. He saw many pieces of corpses. Brother Yatuo's cultivation was too terrifying. Even if he was killed by An Zheng with such a powerful attack, his body was not completely shattered. An arm lay not far from An Zheng, and a little further away was half a thigh. An Zheng took a few steps forward and saw half a head in the distance. The eyes were still open, looking at An Zheng as if full of resentment.
An Zheng gave an order, and his third eye immediately flew out of the blood bead bracelet and floated over the pit. Not long after, a light shone from the third eye and shone behind a stone. There seemed to be something small behind that suddenly escaped, and the light of the third eye kept chasing the little thing. An Zheng's body was as fast as lightning, and he stepped on the little thing with his foot, and the thing let out a shrill howl.
Garuda city.
All the power of hell contained in the relic was sucked into Monk Xuanting's body. His body was shaking violently, as if it was about to burst at any time. He held the monkey's golden elixir tightly, then gritted his teeth and flew into the air: "Wait until I send the golden elixir away, and then come back and die with you."
An Zheng looked down and saw that he was stepping on half a heart.
He clenched the golden elixir tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
All the power of hell contained in the relic was sucked into Monk Xuanting's body. His body was shaking violently, as if it was about to burst at any time. He held the monkey's golden elixir tightly, then gritted his teeth and flew into the air: "Wait until I send the golden elixir away, and then come back and die with you."
He clenched the golden elixir tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
The strange thing is that there is a mouth split in the heart, and the tone is full of resentment: "If you don't let me go, I won't let you go. I will curse you with my last life force. You will not be able to do well." Die. I have the supreme power of curse, you will not escape this disaster, I will wait for you in hell!"
He looked at the relic of the great Tibetan King Ming in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the relic.
All the power of monk Xuanting's cultivation returned to his body, but the injuries he suffered before were also very serious. He took out a pill that Qu Liuxi gave him from the space magic weapon and swallowed it, and the pain immediately weakened a lot.
An Zheng gave an order, and his third eye immediately flew out of the blood bead bracelet and floated over the pit. Not long after, a light shone from the third eye and shone behind a stone. There seemed to be something small behind that suddenly escaped, and the light of the third eye kept chasing the little thing. An Zheng's body was as fast as lightning, and he stepped on the little thing with his foot, and the thing let out a shrill howl.
Monk Xuanting took a deep breath: "Yes, you are right... That relic can only last for twelve hours, and now there are only a few minutes left. But so what? Even if I stay here In hell, I will eventually send the monkey’s golden elixir back.”
He knew that he couldn't hold on for one more second. Even the Anti-Scale Divine Armor was about to be unable to lock in the surging power of hell within his body.
An Zheng raised his hand and stabbed with a sword energy, smashing half of the head into pieces with a bang. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange.
Monk Xuanting's body was completely stiff, and the last bit of life slipped out of his body. Yatuo Angge in the distance is already dead, with only anger and unwillingness on his face. It really seemed like fate for two people to lie in an empty hall.
An Zheng sneered: "A curse? As far as I know, a curse requires at least two conditions. The first is that you have to use my blood to cast the curse, and the second is that you have to know my name and birth date. You don't even know a damn thing. It's scary. who?"
An Zheng's body rushed towards Brother Yatuo in the distance like a bomb. At this time, Brother Yatuo, who had a premonition that his death was imminent, dared to face An Zheng directly, so he turned around and ran away. It looks like An Zheng is like a big fat balloon floating, but his speed is extremely fast. There's something a little... silly about that look.
He exerted force under his feet, and with a pop, half of his heart was crushed into pulp. The wails sounded, reaching into the sky. The last bit of life force contained in the heart turned into black air and floated up, quickly dissipating in the sky.
The third eye’s voice answered: It’s full.
At this time, in hell.
An Zheng pushed his hands forward fiercely, and a black ball of light appeared between the two hands, with purple lightning flashing inside. A moment later, a black electric dragon shot out from the light ball. The black light was thick and fierce, hitting Yatuo Angge's back heavily.
He exerted force under his feet, and with a pop, half of his heart was crushed into pulp. The wails sounded, reaching into the sky. The last bit of life force contained in the heart turned into black air and floated up, quickly dissipating in the sky.
The excess cultivation power stored for An Zheng in the blood training bead space was mixed with a large amount of hell power to form a mutated divine thunder sign, which appeared behind Yatuo Angge who was flying in front. A black disk appeared with a purple hexagram pattern on it. Thunderbolts shot out from the six-pointed star, hitting Brother Yatuo's back one blow after another. After a moment, Brother Yatuo's skin was torn apart.
After a while, An Zheng slipped from the edge of the pit and walked under the pit. He saw many pieces of corpses. Brother Yatuo's cultivation was too terrifying. Even if he was killed by An Zheng with such a powerful attack, his body was not completely shattered. An arm lay not far from An Zheng, and a little further away was half a thigh. An Zheng took a few steps forward and saw half a head in the distance. The eyes were still open, looking at An Zheng as if full of resentment.
An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do most now was to hand the golden elixir back to the monkey. That was a promise that Monk Xuanting fulfilled with his own life. It was a trust that could not be broken. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly noticed a black thing not far away that was different from an ordinary stone. He went over to take a look and found that it was a broken space magic weapon. Erase the remaining aura of Brother Yatuo on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.
An Zheng gave an order, and his third eye immediately flew out of the blood bead bracelet and floated over the pit. Not long after, a light shone from the third eye and shone behind a stone. There seemed to be something small behind that suddenly escaped, and the light of the third eye kept chasing the little thing. An Zheng's body was as fast as lightning, and he stepped on the little thing with his foot, and the thing let out a shrill howl.
At this time, in hell.
There was a crash, and the contents inside almost piled up into a small mountain. There were two things that attracted An Zheng's special attention. A long sword with bright purple light, which was obviously the style of long sword used by practitioners in the Central Plains. He bent down and picked up the long sword. There were two words engraved on the simple scabbard.
He exerted force under his feet, and with a pop, half of his heart was crushed into pulp. The wails sounded, reaching into the sky. The last bit of life force contained in the heart turned into black air and floated up, quickly dissipating in the sky.
Yatuo Angge's body fell straight from the sky like a fallen fighter jet, emitting black smoke. With a bang, a huge deep hole was made on the ground. An Zheng rushed over immediately, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and countless purple sword energy chased after him, and each sword struck into the deep pit like a thunderstorm. That scene was so shocking.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
Overusing the power of hell and overdrafting his own cultivation power, An Zheng is now so weak that he may collapse at any time.
"Tianmu, how much power can be stored in the space of my blood bead bracelet?"
Monk Xuanting's body was completely stiff, and the last bit of life slipped out of his body. Yatuo Angge in the distance is already dead, with only anger and unwillingness on his face. It really seemed like fate for two people to lie in an empty hall.
Tianshu.
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
The strange thing is that there is a mouth split in the heart, and the tone is full of resentment: "If you don't let me go, I won't let you go. I will curse you with my last life force. You will not be able to do well." Die. I have the supreme power of curse, you will not escape this disaster, I will wait for you in hell!"
The broken dark cassocks flew down piece by piece, falling together with Xuanting's body. The process seemed endless. Xuanting closed his eyes, not knowing how long he would fall. The terrifying and wild laughter of Brother Yatuo seemed to be heard below him, but if he listened carefully, it was clear that there was only despair in the laughter.
Daozong's most precious Tianshu Sword.
Daozong's most precious Tianshu Sword.
The power of hell crazily devoured Monk Xuanting's vitality. His face became paler and the area around his eyes turned black. Xuanting knew that it was the energy of hell that was constantly eroding him, first his body, and then his soul. He had no time to go out. Relying on the remaining power in the relic, he could rush to the edge of hell at most.
All the power of monk Xuanting's cultivation returned to his body, but the injuries he suffered before were also very serious. He took out a pill that Qu Liuxi gave him from the space magic weapon and swallowed it, and the pain immediately weakened a lot.
He looked at the relic of the great Tibetan King Ming in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the relic.
An Zheng chased after him from behind, took a sharp breath, and then blasted out all the power of hell in his body: "Don't you want the power of this hell? I'll give it to you!"
The golden elixir exploded out of Monk Qingcang's belly, and the terrifying hell power contained in it had disappeared. The beads were round and crystal clear. Although they were not as bright as before, they looked somewhat holy without the strange light. It was the Monkey's Ten Thousand-Year Golden Pill, which was deceived by the Buddha at that time, and now it is seeing the light of day again in hell.
The Seven Swords of the Central Plains, Tiansha, Tiantu, and Tianshu were all in An Zheng's hands, and one was taken away by his master Chen Xiaoyao. I don't know if it's fate, but An Zheng seems to have a strong connection with these seven swords.
"Tianmu, how much power can be stored in the space of my blood bead bracelet?"
Garuda city.
The other thing was a palm-sized alchemy furnace, purple, with dense Sanskrit on it, and An Zheng didn't recognize a word of it. Judging from the aura on this alchemy furnace, An Zheng was definitely the Hunyuan Dan furnace. This alchemy furnace was originally a purple-grade treasure from the Central Plains. Later, it was transformed by a master craftsman from the Western Regions, who erased the runes of the Central Plains Taoist Sect and replaced it with the characters of the Western Regions.
After a while, An Zheng slipped from the edge of the pit and walked under the pit. He saw many pieces of corpses. Brother Yatuo's cultivation was too terrifying. Even if he was killed by An Zheng with such a powerful attack, his body was not completely shattered. An arm lay not far from An Zheng, and a little further away was half a thigh. An Zheng took a few steps forward and saw half a head in the distance. The eyes were still open, looking at An Zheng as if full of resentment.
He looked at the relic of the great Tibetan King Ming in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the relic.
Tianshu.
An Zheng looked down and saw that he was stepping on half a heart.
It was the Monkey's Ten Thousand Years Golden Pill. Monk Xuanting said that even if he stayed in hell forever, he would get it back for him. Now that the golden elixir was back, An Zheng couldn't feel relieved. Jin Dan is back, but Xuanting is not.
Yatuo Angge has been in the Western Region for many years and has become so powerful that he can almost threaten the Buddha Sect. Of course, he has a lot of good things in his hands. This space magic weapon was carried by him, and it was obviously the most powerful thing he owned. An Zheng put everything away and went to meet Qu Liuxi and the others.
He threw it fiercely, and the dark cassock wrapped in the golden elixir flew out. The cassock was blown to pieces with a bang when it passed through the restriction. Even such a treasure could not withstand the damage of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. Without the proper technique, this treasure is just a sacrifice. Monk Xuanting knew that if the cassock protected him, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and the forbidden attack suffered by Jindan was much lower than that suffered by a single person.
Monk Xuanting took a deep breath: "Yes, you are right... That relic can only last for twelve hours, and now there are only a few minutes left. But so what? Even if I stay here In hell, I will eventually send the monkey’s golden elixir back.”
He exerted force under his feet, and with a pop, half of his heart was crushed into pulp. The wails sounded, reaching into the sky. The last bit of life force contained in the heart turned into black air and floated up, quickly dissipating in the sky.
An Zheng pushed his hands forward fiercely, and a black ball of light appeared between the two hands, with purple lightning flashing inside. A moment later, a black electric dragon shot out from the light ball. The black light was thick and fierce, hitting Yatuo Angge's back heavily.
After a while, An Zheng slipped from the edge of the pit and walked under the pit. He saw many pieces of corpses. Brother Yatuo's cultivation was too terrifying. Even if he was killed by An Zheng with such a powerful attack, his body was not completely shattered. An arm lay not far from An Zheng, and a little further away was half a thigh. An Zheng took a few steps forward and saw half a head in the distance. The eyes were still open, looking at An Zheng as if full of resentment.
The Seven Swords of the Central Plains, Tiansha, Tiantu, and Tianshu were all in An Zheng's hands, and one was taken away by his master Chen Xiaoyao. I don't know if it's fate, but An Zheng seems to have a strong connection with these seven swords.
At this time, in hell.
At this time, in hell.
An Zheng sneered: "A curse? As far as I know, a curse requires at least two conditions. The first is that you have to use my blood to cast the curse, and the second is that you have to know my name and birth date. You don't even know a damn thing. It's scary. who?"
Monk Xuanting's body was completely stiff, and the last bit of life slipped out of his body. Yatuo Angge in the distance is already dead, with only anger and unwillingness on his face. It really seemed like fate for two people to lie in an empty hall.
An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do most now was to hand the golden elixir back to the monkey. That was a promise that Monk Xuanting fulfilled with his own life. It was a trust that could not be broken. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly noticed a black thing not far away that was different from an ordinary stone. He went over to take a look and found that it was a broken space magic weapon. Erase the remaining aura of Brother Yatuo on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.
Daozong's most precious Tianshu Sword.
An Zheng chased after him from behind, took a sharp breath, and then blasted out all the power of hell in his body: "Don't you want the power of this hell? I'll give it to you!"
Daozong's most precious Tianshu Sword.
After an unknown amount of time, the dim relic inside Monk Xuanting suddenly lit up, and then turned into a red light and entered Monk Xuanting's head. After a while, a red swastika appeared on Monk Xuanting's forehead. The dark cassock that had been broken into pieces suddenly flashed with golden light. It was quickly put back together and returned to its original appearance. The dark golden lines on it were particularly bright and clear, and the runes flickered.
The golden elixir exploded out of Monk Qingcang's belly, and the terrifying hell power contained in it had disappeared. The beads were round and crystal clear. Although they were not as bright as before, they looked somewhat holy without the strange light. It was the Monkey's Ten Thousand-Year Golden Pill, which was deceived by the Buddha at that time, and now it is seeing the light of day again in hell.
The other thing was a palm-sized alchemy furnace, purple, with dense Sanskrit on it, and An Zheng didn't recognize a word of it. Judging from the aura on this alchemy furnace, An Zheng was definitely the Hunyuan Dan furnace. This alchemy furnace was originally a purple-grade treasure from the Central Plains. Later, it was transformed by a master craftsman from the Western Regions, who erased the runes of the Central Plains Taoist Sect and replaced it with the characters of the Western Regions.
Monk Xuantian's eyes were closed tightly, but his body sat up involuntarily, sitting cross-legged. A jade-like lotus appeared under his body, so black that it was so touching. The dark cassock flew up and landed on Monk Xuanting's shoulders. Four black and golden words appeared on the cassock near Monk Xuanting's heart... Da Zang Mingwang.
Tianshu.
boom!