The atmosphere in the square was strange.
Dozens of Dao Ancestors sat cross-legged on the ground, staring blankly at the mouthful of heart essence and blood they spurted out.
The heart essence and blood spurted out when the Taoist heart is shaken and in a trance contains the wonderful principles of the Taoism understood by these Taoist ancestors. These bloodstains twisted and twisted lightly on the smooth, mirror-like ground of the square, and outlined a strange picture according to the wonderful principles of the great road.
For example, the essence and blood spit out by Jiu Weng outlined a picture of misty mountains and mountains in front of him.
The essence and blood spat out by True Lord Sun turned into a small sun on the ground, emitting strong light.
Taiyin Su Nu's essence and blood were light blue, and with a crisp impact sound, her essence and blood painted a perfect hexagonal snowflake. But at the core of the snowflake, there is a looming crescent moon symbolizing the essence of the innate sun.
The essence and blood of Taiyi Zhenwu turned into a basalt beast running on the ground, with a snake's head and a dragon's tail, and the vast aura around it was astonishing.
The most astonishing thing was the mouthful of blood that Taixuan Zhen Daozu spurted out. That mouthful of blood turned into countless tiny blood threads on the ground, twisting and intertwining, and finally outlined a vast image of a nebula. Countless stars are born and die at night, and there are endless mysteries between birth and death.
Stimulated by the existence of these beheaded Daluo, the Taoist ancestors looked at the various patterns of the avenue outlined by their own essence and blood, and instantly entered a strange state of enlightenment. No one knew what they were thinking or what they had realized. Anyway, they were sitting cross-legged on the ground, purple energy rising around them, like dozens of burning torches.
The immortals under their sect followed closely behind their Tao Ancestor. They sat cross-legged next to the Tao Ancestor, quietly feeling the mysterious and unpredictable energy emanating from the Tao Ancestor. Some golden immortals with strong cultivation even danced silently and laughed silently. It was obvious that they had realized the supreme secret that was useful to them from the aura emanating from the Tao Ancestor.
Yin Xuege had no feelings about the actions of these Taoist ancestors and immortals.
The Tao practiced by these Taoist ancestors has no resemblance to his Tao. There was even a hint of disdain in the blood pool formed by the Blood Sea Buddha Sutra. It was the disdain and arrogance of a giant dragon hovering in the sky, proudly overlooking countless mortals below.
Perhaps Yin Xuege's current strength is low, but he is qualified to despise these Taoist ancestors and these golden immortals.
Although his true strength is only comparable to that of an immortal, his future potential exceeds everyone's imagination.
With a faint smile and a trace of compassion hidden in his eyes, Yin Xuege slowly walked to the body of Taoist Hongmeng who was quartered by five horses. He bowed three times to the head of Taoist Hongmeng, and then took off his head from the weird golden short spear.
After piecing together Dao Zu's body, Yin Xuege released another stream of blood flames, carefully burning the evil curse runes painted with strange red ink on Dao Zu's body. These runes are like tarsal maggots, extremely difficult to deal with. They have been deeply imprinted in the bone marrow of Dao Zun, and through the power of cause and effect, they directly affect the remaining soul of Dao Zun.
Even if the remnant soul of the Taoist Master escapes into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, these evil curses will still act on the remnant soul like a shadow, making the Taoist Master cut off from the path of cultivation for the rest of his life, and will never be able to set foot on the top of the avenue to seek revenge on his enemies.
After all, for Hongmeng Dao Zun, no matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful in order to eliminate the weeds and root causes.
Yin Xuege's blood flames had no effect on these cursed runes. His blood flames burned on these runes and only made a "chichi" sound. On the contrary, his blood flames were melted a lot by the cursed runes. . His strength is too weak, and the person who applied these runes is at least at the level of Dao Zun Hongmeng. It is simply impossible for Yin Xuege to rely on his own strength to dissolve these runes.
After pondering for a moment, Yin Xuege remembered the Buddhist secret method of using the power of merit that Yiye had taught him.
Qingqiu Yan said that Yin Xuege established the Blood Sea Divine Sect and was blessed with merits from heaven. Yiye once told Yin Xuege that she used the Buddhist merit wheel to explore Yin Xuege and found that he had a lot of merits.
The power of merit is something mysterious and mysterious, indescribable, and ordinary monks have no idea what its use is. But in Buddhism, this power of merit is the most precious treasure, and it is a treasure like Tiger Balm. Whether it is forging Buddhist treasures, refining elixirs, accelerating practice, tempering the body, or condensing the soul, it has endless magical uses.
"Tao Zun, Dao Zun, you are pitiful like this. Whether you can succeed or not depends on your luck."
Since the opening of the entire Hongmeng world, Yin Xuege is probably the only one who can say such compassionate words as "It depends on your destiny" to a Hongmeng Taoist. After he murmured to the Taoist body in a serious manner, a golden light suddenly flashed between his eyebrows, and the power of merit activated by the Buddhist secret technique of "Eliminating Disasters and Relieving Disasters and Purifying Buddha's Light" turned into a swastika. The Buddha's seal slowly spurted out from between his eyebrows.
A faint golden light surrounds a swastika Buddha seal, circling the Taoist body in a circle.
Wherever the golden light passed, the red evil curse runes melted rapidly like snow splashed with boiling water. From the surface of the skin to the bone marrow, the dense red spells disappeared one after another, and an unpleasant red smoke flowed from the path. Zun's body spurted out, and soon disappeared without a trace in the grand aura of the great avenue that descended from the sky.
A dozen Taoist ancestors, including Taixuanzhen Daozu and Taiyi Zhenwu, opened their eyes and looked at Yin Xuege. They nodded at the same time and secretly praised Yin Xuege at such a young age. The powerful power of merit can remove the curse from the body of the Taoist Master. This is truly an extremely rare sight.
If Taoist ancestors want to choose disciples, naturally such kind-hearted disciples are the most popular. Unless you are a mentally twisted pervert, which Taoist would like to find a narrow-minded bastard who makes trouble all day long and thinks about replacing his ancestor every day
Jiu Weng was once again so angry that his eyes twitched—does this kid have such a strong power of merit? It's just a joke. He killed so many Jiuhua Sect immortals under Tianxing Immortal Lord. His hands were really bloody and his feet were covered in bones. How could such a vicious junior still have so many merits
Is it possible to say that Jiuhua Sect is the devil of the demon sect, and killing his disciples of Jiuhua Sect can actually bring merits from heaven
This is simply ridiculous and simply unacceptable. If the epiphany in his heart hadn't been over yet, and if it weren't for the several Taoist ancestors around him who had taken a liking to Yin Xuege, Jiu Weng would have jumped up and strangled Yin Xuege to death.
Yin Xuege didn't pay attention to the various little thoughts of these Tao ancestors. He just did what he thought was worth doing. The majestic Taoist Hongmeng, who had gone through endless storms and dangers, finally stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms, was actually killed so brutally. It was only natural for him to collect his body, give him a generous burial, and solve the hidden worries behind him.
Wandering Buddhist monks carry shovels with them everywhere, isn't it just for burying the corpses they see on the roadside? This has nothing to do with mercy or not, it is just the bottom line of being a human being.
After a whole day of hard work, all the troublesome curse runes on Dao Zun's body were finally eliminated. Yin Xuege stood up, clasped his hands, and whispered a salvation scripture he learned from Yiye towards the Taoist body: "Senior, dust will return to dust, dust will return to earth, you can go now without worry. Right. Well, although your robe is in tatters, the material is still very good, so I’m not welcome, junior."
A flash of spiritual light suddenly flashed between the Taoist priest's eyebrows. In the horrified gazes of dozens of Taoist ancestors, a hazy figure that looked exactly like the Taoist priest's body suddenly emerged from the spiritual light.
This figure looked at dozens of Dao Ancestors. He exuded a very weak but extremely strong pressure from the Dao, forcing dozens of Dao Ancestors to dare not say a word. He looked up at the sky again, looked around the Dao Palace, and finally sighed quietly towards Yin Xuege.
"You doll, you are kind-hearted, not hypocritical, interesting, interesting."
"However, I am not even a ray of remnant soul. I am just a ray of soul condensed from the remaining essence of my corpse. I cannot be reincarnated. I have completely forgotten all the magical powers and secrets, and there is nothing Mana does you good.”
"Only the innate two-dimensional divine flame of creation that I condensed back then, although it was destroyed by the enemy, there is still a trace of fire left. This trace of fire is given to you. As the saying goes, ashes return to ashes, soil returns to earth, this Whether the skin is buried or not is meaningless. However, I cannot give this broken Taoist robe to you, little friend, hahaha. Although I came naked when I was born, I need to wear some clothes when I leave."
After laughing three times, this wisp of soul energy left by the Taoist Master flickered slightly, and a dim black and white flame rose up from the body of the Taoist Master, quickly moving towards the Hunyuan and Daluo people behind him. A roll of corpses. All the corpses and the Taoist robes they were wearing turned into dust in an instant, and were blown away by a breeze and disappeared.
This piece of dim black and white divine flames clustered inwards and turned into a fire as big as a match stick, slowly drifting towards Yin Xuege's eyebrows.
The eyes of Jiu Weng and several other Dao Ancestors lit up at the same time. They jumped up and grabbed the fire.
The innate divine flame itself is extremely rare, especially the innate divine flame that has been warmed and nurtured by Hongmeng Taoist Master for countless years. This is a rare treasure in the world. The word "creation" alone is enough to make people go crazy. In the fairy world, those who dare to use the word "creation" in their names will know that the yin and yang thunder catastrophe of the monk who ascended to become an immortal is absolutely It is the supreme treasure.
Therefore, apart from Jiu Weng, there were also several other Taoist ancestors who were so greedy that they couldn't hold back for a while and directly stretched out their hands to snatch it away.
But that wisp of Hongmeng Dao Master's condensed soul energy just smiled softly. His body suddenly disintegrated, and the immeasurable Hongmeng energy in the void suddenly turned into several colorful palms and clapped them down, nine Weng and the other Taoist ancestors howled miserably, and were slapped to the ground like a toad being hit by a big stone slab.
The blow was so heavy and sharp that Jiu Weng and several other Taoist ancestors were hit so hard that their faces fell to the ground, and their tall nose bridges collapsed.
As Da Luo Taoist, he made such a big mistake in public. Except for Jiu Weng, the other Taoist ancestors got up and covered their faces with their sleeves without saying a word, turned around and left with their disciples. Without staying behind closed doors for millions of years, these Taoist ancestors would have no shame in coming out to meet people.
Only Jiuweng jumped up angrily. He jumped on his feet and shouted: "This divine flame should be mine."
The wisp of soul energy transformed by the Taoist Master knocked over several Taoist Ancestors, and now it has completely dissipated between heaven and earth. The black and white fire slowly blended into Yin Xuege's eyebrows. At this moment, it was suspended above the blood pool transformed by the Blood Sea Pagoda Sutra, constantly absorbing the blood essence rising from Yin Xuege's blood sea. Strengthen yourself.
Yin Xuege clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Jiu Weng with a sneer. He did not say a word. He knew that facing these tyrannical existences at the level of Taoist ancestors, it would be meaningless for him to speak or not. Although he can rely on his own strength to defeat the Celestial Immortal, and can rely on the huge number of blood sea ghost soldiers to trap and kill the Golden Immortal, but facing Da Luo Daozu, he is still just an ant.
His life, death, honor and disgrace depended on the thoughts of several other Taoist ancestors.
This feeling is very bad. In particular, he kindly collected the body of Taoist Hongmeng and received the Taoist's legacy as a gift. This was the reward he deserved, but Jiuweng relied on his own strength to try to snatch it away. This feeling made Yin Xuege extremely of frustration.
Yin Xuege had already felt this way when he was bullied at Xuantian Mansion that day, but this time, he felt even deeper.
As soon as the Innate Liangyi Divine Flame of Creation entered the sea of consciousness, Yin Xuege had already felt the infinite magical effects of this ball of divine flame - its terrifying lethality was only secondary, and his greatest use was the word 'creation'. Using this divine flame, whether it is casting fairy weapons or refining elixirs, the top attributes of the materials can be brought out, and the materials can also be optimized and reorganized to bring the final product to a higher level.
For example, if Yin Xuege uses several spiritual grasses to refine an ordinary second-turn elixir, if he uses the innate two-dimensional divine flame of creation as fire, then all the medicinal power of the spiritual grasses will be perfectly retained and enhanced by the power of creation, and finally His elixir is at least level three. If his refining techniques and refining experience are sufficient, even level four or five elixirs are unknown.
Using the same materials, others can only refine the second-level elixir, but Yin Xuege can refine the elixir that is several levels higher. The consumption and efficiency are completely different.
In particular, the creative power of this divine flame can turn death into life, and dryness into glory. When Yin Xuege is strong enough, this divine flame of creation can help him rejuvenate people and reshape their youth. The most realistic effect is that this power of creation can turn all poisonous and cursed powers into pure fairy energy and feed it back to itself.
In other words, as long as he has this trace of fire with him, Yin Xuege is no longer afraid of any poison or curse.
How could he be willing to hand over such a rare treasure to Jiu Weng? Such a valuable treasure could be relied upon by a Taoist ancestor to achieve enlightenment. How could he give it up to Jiu Weng
With a fierce light in his eyes, Yin Xuege had already developed a hint of murderous intention towards Jiu Weng. If Jiu Weng is really going to keep pestering him, then don't blame Yin Xuege for turning him upside down. The First Supreme One has his plans, and Yin Xuege cannot be embarrassed to trouble him.
But on Yin Huangwu's side, can Jiuhua Sect be destroyed by using the power of the Xue Zhao Immortal Dynasty and the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance
Yin Xuege would rather give this divine flame to his mother than to the aggressive Jiu Weng.
The Dao Ancestors present were so cultivated. Yin Xuege had murderous intent in his heart, and they all looked at him at the same time. Jiu Weng was even more angry and shouted: "Arrogant boy, how dare you be so presumptuous? Do you want to kill me? Just you?"
A dark sword suddenly penetrated Jiu Weng's back and came out from his chest.
Jiu Weng let out a miserable howl, his body shook, and black blood spurted out from all seven orifices at the same time.
Ancestor Taixuan Zhen held the Xuan Tu Sword and looked at Jiu Weng and the many immortals under him who were trembling with fear with an expressionless expression.
"I said, you are not allowed to cause trouble to Yin Xuege. Jiuweng, how many times has this warned you? I said, there is no third time."
"I said that if you disobey me for the third time, I will kill you and replace your head disciple with taking over the Jiuhua Sect. Are you an old fool, or do you not take me seriously? Yin Xuege has acquired the Divine Flame of Innate Liangyi. That means his good intentions are rewarded with good things. Do you dare to rob him?"
Traces of black light were emitted from the Xuantu sword, and countless rays of light penetrated Jiu Weng's body, tightly confining his immortal soul in his body.
Many Dao Ancestors present stood up in shock, and looked at the furious Tai Xuan Zhen Dao Ancestor in silence.
Taiyi Zhenwu pondered for a moment, then he suddenly took out an eight-edged golden melon hammer from his sleeve, and then struck Jiu Weng with a fearful look on his head. Jiu Weng screamed, "Spare my life". Before he could use his magical powers to escape, the golden melon hammer smashed his head into pieces.
However, Da Luo Daozu was so cultivated that Jiu Weng's head had just broken into pieces, and there was a flash of blood on his neck, and a brand new head was born again.
But the two Taoist boys Qingfeng Mingyue roared at the same time. They shook their hands and sacrificed two gourds, one black and one white, from which two streams of Gengjin Qi, one black and one white, were locked tightly on Jiu Weng's neck. Taiyi Zhenwu struck again with a hammer, this time a ball of sharp energy flashed around Jiu Weng's neck, and his head could no longer regenerate.
The Xuan Tu Sword sprayed out countless black lights that entangled and strangled Jiu Weng's body. Jiu Weng's body trembled violently, and his immortal soul let out a miserable howl in his body. He hissed and laughed angrily: "How dare you do this? Shall I start? Taixuan Zhenyi, do you really think you can cover up the sky with one hand? You, you..."
Yin Xuege pulled out the golden short spear that originally held the head of Hongmeng Taoist Master, and then pierced Jiuweng's heart fiercely.
The golden flames like flowing water on the short spear slowly seeped into Jiu Weng's body. This ancient forged weapon could be used to kill Hongmeng Taoist Master, not to mention Jiu Weng who was far away from that realm.
Jiu Weng's immortal soul, which was still roaring and roaring, suddenly disintegrated and was then burned into a wisp of ashes by the golden flames.
Yin Xuege dropped the short spear, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "This old bitch has been in trouble with me these days. I finally killed him today, happily, happily!"
All the Taoist ancestors looked at each other and were silent for a long time.
(End of chapter)