When Yin Xuege rushed out of the small building, he saw countless green and red rays mixed together, like thunder and fire that collided with each other and fell from the sky. Thunder fires that were more than ten feet long dragged down long flames like meteor showers. Each thunder fire fell on the ground and was blown into a piece of scorched earth within a radius of 100 meters.
Large tracts of thatched huts near the small building were destroyed, and countless human body fragments were rushed into the sky and burned to ashes in the blazing fire. In just a few breaths, more than 10,000 civilians in the settlement were blown to pieces. Even the monks from the Black Tiger Gang and the Scorpion Gang that Yin Xuege had just conquered were killed by dozens of people.
There were no clouds in the blue sky, or in other words, all the clouds were shattered to pieces and had long since disappeared.
A handsome monk wearing gray-white robes stood on a white lotus and was suspended in mid-air. His hands emitted a faint golden light and he continued to shoot golden Buddha seals around his body. A series of Buddha seals formed a pale golden wall outside his body, resisting the cyan and red thunder and fire that roared down from the sky.
Another young monk wearing a light blue gown with a large cauldron floating on the white waves on his sleeves was flying rapidly around the monk. There was a green and red patch about ten feet in diameter above his head. The mixed Ropa rotated rapidly, and billowing thunder and fire continued to spray out from the Ropa, hitting the handsome monk like a firework tube.
The golden wall around the monk is extremely flexible, has extremely strong defensive power, and has a magical rebound power. A large amount of thunder and fire hit the golden wall, making a muffled sound before being scattered in all directions. These indiscriminate thunderbolts fell from high altitudes, causing great misfortune to the civilians in the settlements on the ground.
There were cries and screams everywhere. Tens of thousands of civilians were running around, like ants whose nests had been ripped open. The ground was full of dark figures scurrying around. Thunder fires trailing dazzling flames from high in the sky continued to fall, and dozens or hundreds of people among the fleeing people were often blown high into the air with a flash of fire.
Yin Xuege's heart twitched, and he immediately roared and rushed into the sky with a streak of blood.
The Blood Singing Sword made a sharp sword sound, and a large piece of blood mist spurted out. Hundreds of sword shadows swept across the sky. Each sword shadow hit a falling thunder fire, which directly detonated the thunder fire in the air. ; Hundreds of balls of thunder and fire exploded almost at the same time. Yin Xuege felt his heart tremble. The sea of blood in his dantian trembled. The blood-colored sword shadow violently agitated. The Blood Song Sword was blown back into a round shape almost instantly.
The blood-singing sword screamed lowly and escaped with a glimmer of blood. The sword's edge was full of pits and jagged gaps. The thunder and fire released by the monk in blue was extremely powerful, and the Blood Song Sword dealt extremely heavy damage. If replaced by an ordinary flying sword, this would be completely useless. Fortunately, the Blood Song Sword has the same properties as Yin Blood Song itself. It can absorb the blood essence and slowly recover, so it can barely maintain the form of the flying sword.
Swallowing the Blood Song Sword back into his body in one gulp, Yin Blood Song flew straight to the side of the two monks. He shouted sternly: "Don't you two know the rules of the Immortal Land?"
The monks in white and the monks in blue stopped at the same time, looking at the large tracts of thatched huts that were burning violently below, and then at the wounded who were crying and struggling in the mess of blood and flesh, as well as the large pieces of corpses that were blown to pieces. , the monk in white clasped his hands together and sighed softly: "My Buddha is merciful and I will give you the gift. You have sinned deeply."
Ren Wuya, a monk in blue, looked coldly at the settlement with heavy casualties below, and sneered sarcastically: "You are so smart and bald, don't be pretentious here. You use the Little Sumeru and the Buddha's Light to bounce my thunder fire away, isn't it just that you want to Are you going to kill these civilians? If you use the Vajra to meditate on the Buddha's light and endure my thunder and fire, how can these people die?"
The monk in white squinted his eyes with wisdom, the Buddha's light shone around him, and his face was full of compassion and solemnity. He said calmly: "The little monk's magic power is low and he can't withstand the Kanli Divine Thunder of Ren Donor, so he can only use the clutch and Buddha's light to bounce the thunder fire away. These civilians all died because of Ren Donor's wanton behavior, but Xiao Monk cannot be blamed."
Ren Wuya sneered, glanced at Huixing, and then waved angrily at Yin Xuege: "That kid, what are you looking at there? Aren't there just a few civilians who died? What else do you want? What's the matter? Do you want the young master to pay for your life? Get out, or I'll kill you too."
On the ground, Qingqiu Yan held his hands behind his back and looked at Huixing and Ren Wuya with his head raised. He squinted his eyes, focusing especially on the badge on Ren Wuya's left chest. Then a subtle voice rang in Yin Xuege's ears: "This Ren Wuya is a true disciple of the Cang Ning Sect in the Qiaoyan Region. The Cang Ning Sect's secret Kanli Shen Lei is a serious Taoist sect's magical power to subjugate demons. It cannot be underestimated.”
After a slight pause, Qingqiu Yan continued to transmit: "Ren Wuya has just condensed the Nascent Soul. It will definitely not be more than three years ago, and the Qi mechanism has not yet been stabilized. The strength of this monk is also equivalent to the Nascent Soul realm of Taoism, Vajra The meditation body has also reached five or six points of fire, and the physical strength alone should be hundreds of thousands of kilograms, so be careful not to get close to him."
Yin Xuege couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. There was no way he could be a match for two monks in the Nascent Soul Realm. He wouldn't be stupid enough to fight Huixing in close combat. Unlike the horse-faced monk who was killed by him that day, Huixing and Ren Wuya obviously have orthodox inheritance and have excellent spiritual talents. Their strength is not comparable to that of the horse-faced monk. .
Forcing a smile, Yin Xuege bowed to Ren Wuya and Huixingji: "Two fellow Taoists, this is a densely populated place. The two of you have profound Taoist skills. Once you do something, the common people will not be able to bear it. Here. More than 10,000 people have been killed and injured. Please show mercy to the two of you. If you still want to take action, please stay hundreds of miles away from here. How about that?"
Huixing smiled indifferently, and said softly: "Ren Wuya, you have killed tens of thousands of people, and you have committed a serious crime. This immortal place is where our disciples are trained and their merits are accumulated. You are not allowed to do whatever you want. Why. The young monk must inform some elders today to expel you from Liangyi Star."
His heart twitched violently again. Huixing said that Ren Wuya would be expelled from Liangyi Star, which proved that Yin Xuege's previous guess was correct. They were able to lay out such an inheritance as the Immortal Land in Liangyi Star and use it to 'train their disciples and accumulate merits'. It can be seen that they must be the top power in the Qiaoyan Domain. Since Ren Wuya is a member of the Cangli Sect Disciple, then Huixing must have been born in Xuankong Temple.
And since they can leave the Immortal Land, it means that the netherworld energy of the Immortal Land will not cause any trouble to them. After they leave the Immortal Land, their true energy will not spontaneously ignite and burn to the point of death.
He must have this method in his hands. Yin Xuege clenched his fists tightly, squinted his eyes, and had countless thoughts racing through his mind.
Ren Wuya glanced at Huixing angrily, and said with a cold laugh: "Huixing is a thief, young master, I was ordered to borrow your Xuankong Temple's territory to collect the ghostly pattern silk spun out by the centuries-old silkworms in the netherworld." Make a magic weapon. It is not up to you to decide whether to expel the young master or not."
"Two fellow Taoists, please..." Hearing the burning anger in Ren Wuya's tone, Yin Xuege hurriedly spoke.
Ren Wuya rolled his strange eyes and shouted sternly: "I have said it before, where is the room for you to speak?"
The cyan and red intertwined Luopa floating above his head shook slightly, and a thunderous mixture of cyan and red thundered down on Yin Xuege. There were at least hundreds of densely packed thunder fires. These thunder fires flew very fast. Yin Xuege just barely turned around to avoid most of them, but he was still hit by more than thirty thunder fires.
The fire was radiating and thunder was erupting. Yin Xuege groaned and was blown away by the thunder and fire. The low-grade magic weapon-level gown on his body was blown to pieces, and his fair skin was shattered everywhere. Large viscous plasma spurted out near the wound, turning him into a bloody man.
Vomiting a mouthful of blood, Yin Xuege fell from the sky and staggered back several steps. He took a deep breath, the blood pool in his dantian rolled, the natal blood lotus seeds rotated rapidly, and large amounts of blood mist continued to flow throughout his body. The wounds on his skin healed quickly, and the plasma flowing out of his body also flowed back into his body obediently.
The power of the thunder and fire was so great that many of the muscles on Yin Xuege's body were blown up, exposing his pale bones. Fortunately, he had plenty of energy and blood in his body, and under the miraculous effects of the Blood Sea Buddha Sutra, his injuries were recovering at an astonishing speed.
The large piece of thunder and fire that Yin Xuege had just avoided fell into the valley like a meteor. This time, the thunder and fire blew up a mountain peak more than a hundred feet above the ground. Countless large rocks several feet square fell from the collapsed mountain peak, destroying it. Large tracts of thatched huts at the foot of the mountain were razed to the ground, and hundreds of civilians were crushed into meat patties on the spot.
"My Buddha is merciful, so what evil will you do if I let you be the benefactor?" Monk Huixing curled his lips and sighed softly: "Are you really going to go your own way and break the rules set by my meritorious institution? These common people are all my meritorious deeds. The source of the hospital’s merits does not allow you to kill wantonly.”
Ren Wuya ignored Monk Huixing. He turned around, stared at Yin Xuege, and said word by word: "A mere monk in the Golden Core Realm can actually survive the attack of my Kanli Divine Thunder. very funny."
Yin Xuege took a deep breath, and the blood in his body was surging. The injuries in his body were recovering rapidly. The blood was flowing through his body like a tide. Every drop of blood was as heavy as mercury, and its quality was comparable to that of ordinary Nascent Soul monks. of Ying Yuan.
Looking at Ren Wuya with a distorted face, Yin Xuege secretly thought about how to deal with the situation in front of him. If he burned blood essence, with the texture of his blood element, he should be able to unleash an attack comparable to that of a Yuanying realm monk. But it is only the power of one blow, because after all, he is only at the Golden Core Realm, and his blood essence is too small, and the Ying Yuan mobilized by a Nascent Soul Realm monk in one attack is comparable to the entire cultivation of a Golden Core Realm monk. for.
Therefore, he only has the power of one blow. If Ren Wuya or Huixing insists on doing anything, he must kill them both with one blow.
It's too difficult and too risky. Yin Xuege was hesitant in his heart, but a violent energy continued to gather in his heart.
Maybe, he still has a chance; if Ren Wuya dares to bully others too much, then...
"I said, if you dare to talk too much, you will die." Ren Wuya sneered a few times, and a black water snake-shaped flying sword from his sleeve slipped out silently, and with a wisp of black light, he rushed toward Yin. Xue Ge's heart was stabbed.
Yin Xuege snorted coldly, and the Hongmeng Blood God Dao body-building secret technique was launched. His heart, ribs and chest muscles moved three inches at the same time. The water snake-shaped flying sword easily pierced his heart and stabbed him from behind. out. Yin Xuege vomited a mouthful of blood in cooperation, and a large amount of blood continued to gush out from the back of his body. He rolled his eyes and fell to the sky without even making a sound.
"Master." Yanluo, who was originally hiding in the kitchen, saw Yin Xuege being 'killed' by Ren Wuya's sword. She immediately let out a sharp scream and ran out of the kitchen in panic. Although she only knew Yin Xuege for two days, for some reason, Yan Luo became very close to Yin Xuege, especially when Yin Xuege killed the Fire Ox King, retrieved the bezoar and revived Qingqiu Yan. This made Yanluo have deep feelings for Yin Xuege.
"Huh?" Ren Wuya and Monk Huixing, who were in the air, exclaimed at the same time. Their eyes flickered and they stared at Nuluo.
"What a pearl of fairy dew. It is truly the true character of my true disciple of Canglin Sect." Ren Wuya laughed loudly. He rushed to the ground in a flash and grabbed Yanluo: "Little girl, I Judging from your fine bones, you should join our Cangzu sect."
"What a strong endowment, little benefactor, you are destined to be a Buddhist." The wisdom that was faster than Ren Wuya had arrived at Yanluo's side, and his slender, powerful, jade-white palms had already pressed against Yanluo. On the shoulder: "The poor monk Master is missing a Dharma Protector Dragon Girl. This is your good fortune."
"Bald thief, get out of here." Ren Wuya's black flying sword brought out a ray of cold light and stabbed towards the weak spot of Huixing who was very close at hand.
"Donor Ren, you have killed countless people today and have broken the rules of our Merit Academy. This Immortal Land is our territory, and every plant, tree, and people in this Immortal Land is our private property. How dare you By robbing our disciples, do you want to cause a dispute between the Xuankong Temple and the Cangli Sect?"
Monk Huixing's tongue was extremely flexible. In just a few clicks of his fingers, I don't know how he managed to say such a long string of words smoothly. He held Nuluo's shoulder with his right hand, and moved the five fingers of his left hand dexterously. Every blow brought up a piece of Buddha's light and hit it on the black sword light. The sound of "ding-dong" was heard endlessly, and the black flying sword made a large rain of swords and quickly pierced and attacked, but it was still unable to get close to Huixing's body.
Yin Xuege, who was 'killed by a sword', suddenly opened his eyes. The sword just penetrated the two layers of skin on the front and back of his body, and his vital parts were not injured at all. At this moment, monk Huixing and Ren Wuya had a dispute over Yanluo. Yin Xuege immediately jumped up and quietly approached the two of them.
Qingqiu Yan, who was standing at the door of the small building, saw Yin Xuege's movements. He suddenly roared, and a large crimson hammer that emitted violent heat appeared in his hand. This large, square hammer that looked like a blacksmith used to pound iron ingots brought up a strong wind and whizzed down on the heads of Monk Huixing and Ren Wuya.
Monk Huixing and Ren Wuya trembled, looked up at the big hammer at the same time, and then screamed: "Immortal weapon!"
Different from ordinary magic weapons and auras, this big red iron hammer is surrounded by auspicious light flowing clouds, and large flames are spitting out on the hammer. The flames have condensed into various fire dragons, fire horses, fire snakes, and fire. Crow and other images. Only immortal weapons can have such a vision, and as long as any immortal weapon is sacrificed, even if the person who sacrifices it is an ordinary little monk in the Qi training period, it will have terrifying destructive power.
"My Buddha is merciful, and the Dharma Lotus protects my body." Monk Huixing screamed, and a blue relic the size of a thumb flew up from his head and turned into a ball of blue lotus to wrap around his body.
Ren Wuya pointed at the Lopa floating above his head, and it turned into a green and red light curtain, wrapping his grandmother's body in it. He trembled as he looked at the big hammer coming down from above his head, and roared at the top of his lungs: "Thieves Bald, how come there are people holding fairy weapons on your land? Didn't you say that everyone here is a native of the country?" What?"
Before he could finish his words, the big hammer had already smashed down like a big mountain.
The green lotus was shattered, the green and red Lopa was shattered, and the monk's robes and gowns on Huixing and Ren Wuya were burned to ashes by the violent flames just as they emitted a beam of auspicious light. All kinds of protective gadgets on the two of them exploded like fried beans. Then their knees softened and they knelt on the ground. Thick blood spurted out from their seven orifices.
Qingqiuyan released his natal immortal weapon to severely injure Huixing and Ren Wuya, but he also exhausted the last bit of vitality in his body, and his body also fell to the ground softly. Ronluo screamed, and the big hammer quickly turned into a ray of fire and quickly escaped into Qingqiu Yan's body.
Qingqiu Yan's body shook slightly, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his seven orifices. The blood he spurted out was dim in color and froze into thick ice cubes as soon as it flowed out.
"You all deserve to die!" Yin Xuege roared and rushed forward, all the blood energy in his body burned in an instant, turning into unparalleled power and pouring into his hands. The Blood Song Sword was severely damaged, and the Sanyang Kaitai Ax was taken away by Mr. Jinghua. All Yin Xuege could use at this moment were ten sharp nails.
The one-foot-long fingernails trembled slightly, and a three-foot-long blood spurted out from the nails. At this moment, the blood essence, which was as pure as the infant essence, exploded with a lethality comparable to that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk. Although it only took a short moment, it was enough.
The long nails grasped the necks of Huixing and Ren Wuya, and with a slight twist of the palms, the two huge heads flew up with a 'pop'.
A large amount of essence and blood spurted out from the neck, and the blood drinker opened his mouth and swallowed every drop of the essence and blood of the two people.
A relic and a Nascent Soul rose into the sky with a shrill scream, but before they could fly away, a stream of black and red light roared in, fixing the relic and Nascent Soul in the air at the same time. The blood parrot flapped its wings and flew over, holding all the relics and Nascent Soul in its mouth.
"Don't eat them, take them away, I want a confession."
Yin Xuege screamed: "Black Tiger, Fire Scorpion, if you are still alive, get out of here. Gather everyone and leave here."
(End of chapter)