The life fire itself will not jump out and burn people. It is the source of the witch's power. The stronger the life fire, the stronger the power of the witchcraft summoned. Now the entire mountain range has become Leyangtian's life fire. The witch singing that had already filled the world suddenly increased in size by a thousand times. www,QuAnBen-XIaoShuo,Com
Countless witchcraft restrictions exploded at the same time!
There was a muffled sound, and countless huge cracks opened on the ground, spreading in all directions irregularly, and all the Yin soldiers fell wherever they went.
Red dark clouds enveloped the sky, and the thunder was sharp and thin, just like the painful cry of a baby. Then there was a rain of blood, and the Yin soldiers who were splashed by the rain of blood all let out a shrill scream, struggling. It turned into thick pus and blood.
Hundreds of billions of long black vines gathered into a torrent, rushing and wreaking havoc in the formation of Yin soldiers, and the Yin soldiers were swept away mercilessly.
Lizards with human faces, venomous snakes with long horns, giant bees covered with feathers, toads that can cry... Countless monsters that Wen Leyang has never seen are overwhelming, devouring their enemies in excitement...
Earth cracks, rain of blood, vines and beasts... I don't know how many kinds of witchcraft and magical powers, the army of Yin soldiers are mixed together, the Yin soldiers are boundless, and the witchcraft and Gu are boundless! One after another, the underworld soldiers were mercilessly killed. Compared with the witchcraft master Wen Leyang had seen before, Leyangtian's methods are not particularly magical, but their power is very different. If the former is a heavy rain, then the witchcraft that Leyangtian summons now is enough to destroy At this moment, Meteor Huoyang Tian drove Mangshan to resolutely take action, not to save Wen Leyang, but to take advantage of Wen Leyang's opportunity to attract the enemy and massacre. The Yin soldiers were suddenly beaten into chaos by all kinds of witchcraft, like falling wheat. Being harvested layer by layer, Wen Leyang's body was greatly reduced, and the vitality of the big Buddha beads quickly took over his body.
At the same time, there was a vibration in his raised hands, and the young master Liu Zheng let out a sigh of relief. Only then did Wen Leyang realize that Liu Zheng had been pretending to be faint. Just let him hold it upright. If Wen Leyang hadn't been able to move even slightly due to the severe pain of breaking bones and gouging out his heart, he really wanted to throw Liu Zheng into the battlefield where Yin soldiers and witches were fighting in front.
Liu Zheng knew that Wen Leyang felt him. He turned his face with difficulty and forced a smile that was uglier than crying at Wen Leyang: "I really can't move. If you keep insisting, I will lift you next time!" As he said this, he stretched out his hand with great effort to cover up the pain on his chest and hide it. But no matter what, those two arms couldn't be raised two inches. \
Liu Zheng had been seriously injured before the mountains and rivers broke through the wall and the world of witchcraft and Gu took shape. He had overdrawn all his Taoist essence in order to save people just now from the mouth of Renjiao, and now his whole body was numb and limp. Can't muster any strength. What's better than Wen Leyang is that he can still speak now, and it doesn't hurt that much.
The evil spirit in Wen Leyang's body could not stop the power of the beads, and the vitality in the beads quickly broke up the evenly matched entanglement. Even the poison of life and death cannot continue to devour and assimilate them.
Neither yin energy nor yang energy can be directly swallowed by the poison of life and death, only yin and yang are equally powerful. Only when they are entangled with each other and are about to die together can the poison of life and death assimilate them.
The feeling that it was unbearably swollen and about to burst at any moment finally stopped. But at this moment, the poisonous tide of life and death has become many times more powerful than before. They also began to gather gradually, trying hard to reunite into a torrent. As long as the Poison of Life and Death moved even slightly, Wen Leyang felt as if another giant steel wheel had rolled over his bones and flesh. Not only did the pain not lessen, it actually got worse.
Liu Zheng couldn't steal the insects that were all within easy reach. Feeling extremely discouraged, he turned his attention back to the battlefield in front of him. After watching it intently for a moment, his face, which had just recovered some color, turned pale again!
After the initial panic, the Yin soldiers turned their heads one after another, and with the same fierce and decisive momentum amidst the sonorous horns of Lian Tian and Di, they rushed towards the Witch Gu Restriction behind them without hesitation! It didn't take long for the various witchcraft powers to move forward at a slower pace, like a brave giant beast from the ancient wilderness plunging into a thick mud swamp. No matter how fierce the beast's momentum was, No matter how terrifying the power is, after the initial momentum, it is forced to slow down!
Yin soldiers and witchcraft are two forces that can wreak havoc on the human world. In an earth-shattering sense, every moment is an era, and an era seems to be less than a blink of an eye. No one knows how much time passed before the end of the Yin soldiers' rage finally appeared within the range of Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness. Although it was still a large area of pale white, it was better than the boundless before.
The burning python mountain behind Leyangtian now has almost no flames visible, leaving only a layer of charred black and curling green smoke, which looks desolate and powerless. The same witchcraft magical powers have now exhausted their power and become a little weak: the blood cloud has long since dispersed, and the broken black vines cover the battlefield...
The young boss Liu Zheng glanced at Leyangtian with a worried face: Win
Le Yangtian smiled proudly: "You must save some strength to deal with the old Taoist Sanwei. After killing all the Yin soldiers, the world will shrink. I don't believe he can escape..." Before he could finish his words, he suddenly screamed!
On the right side of his chest, a blood flower suddenly bloomed without warning, and soon a hand grew. \/A short, thick, strong, well-defined muscle and bone stained with blood
The bloody hand slowly retracted, leaving only a large, vague hole in Leyangtian's chest. The white bone stubble could not stop the gushing blood!
The thick and sturdy Sanwei Taoist came out from behind Le Yangtian and wiped off the blood on his clothes. His face still had the usual calm, dignified and righteous look, as if he was the one who had just been attacked.
There was not much surprise in Le Yangtian's eyes. Instead, she laughed suddenly, as if she had fulfilled her lifelong wish. Her smile was painful and twitching, but her laughter was heroic and liberating. The fire in Mangshan, which was barely extinguished, once again started to burn into the sky with a roar amid his wild laughter! The witches and ghosts in the battlefield also regained their endless hostility in the sound of witch chants, and the Yin soldiers who had reached the end of their strength were quickly wiped out with the helpless wails.
A trace of doubt flashed across the face of the old Sanwei Taoist, and he frowned at Le Yangtian: "Why bother? You also know that I avoided your vital point in the heart. Now that I am healing the wound, I can still save a life. The Yin soldiers were killed So what if you kill them all? I won't be hurt at all."
He is still a fluent Jingguo movie. But because his voice was hoarse, he had long since lost his usual frivolity and freeness, and had become a bit more resentful: "You have been fighting with Huacheng for so many years, you must have heard of the Mandarin Duck Gu!"
The old master of Sanwei shook his head in distress: "Your methods of painting the city are unpredictable. Even if we fight for ten thousand years, I still can't figure it out. What is the mandarin duck Gu?"
Le Yangtian continued to smile: "Mandarin ducks share the same fate. Whoever hurts me will fall into my mandarin duck Gu."
The old Sanwei Taoist raised his eyebrows with interest: "Then what?"
"After being poisoned, no matter what kind of injury I suffer, the same external force will be added to you!" He said. Leyangtian stretched out her right hand and tore hard on her left arm, ruthlessly tearing off a piece of flesh and skin, and blood immediately poured out! The ground sleeves also shattered with a snap. Five scratch marks appeared strangely on his arm, but they healed in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace of scars.
The person who cast the mandarin duck Gu was injured. People who are poisoned will also suffer the same harm, but the skin and flesh of Sanwei Laodao is much sweeter and firmer than that of Chule Yang. Leyangtian's side was dripping with blood, and the three-flavored old man only had a few scratches. And it heals instantly.
Sanwei's expression became even more puzzled: "That's it?"
Leyangtian nodded laboriously, not knowing when to start. Blood was already pouring out of his mouth, covering his chin, clothes and the ground.
The sky full of ghosts crying, howling wolves and the howling wind suddenly disappeared at this moment. The sudden silence is more breathtaking than the roar of thousands of galloping horses!
The boundless army of Yin soldiers disappeared, and the magical powers of witchcraft and Gu in the sky also disappeared at the same time. The Mangshan fire finally extinguished after the last ferocious flames.
The old master of Sanwei frowned in pain: "I hurt you before you were poisoned?"
Leyangtian took a few breaths, then reluctantly continued: "You will be poisoned only after you hurt me, and you will suffer the same fate as me in the future. Even if you killed me just now, you will still be poisoned. insanity."
The old master of Sanwei suddenly laughed: "Could it be that you just said that you still have enough energy to kill all the Yin soldiers before you come to kill me, because you deliberately lured me to hurt you?"
Leyangtian's expression was ferocious and painful, and every word was soaked in blood, which revealed the shaman's anger: "You take action directly, or borrow the Yin soldiers you invited, or use other flying sword spells to hurt me. , are all the same. As long as in this world, no matter who hurts me or uses any method, they will be planted with mandarin duck poison after hurting me. I just hope you can come out and see if your expression can make me die. happy!"
The old Taoist Sanwei nodded in understanding, and then sighed softly before continuing to ask: "I still don't understand, is this Mandarin Duck Gu useful to me?"
The Mandarin Duck Gu only started to move after Le Yangtian was injured by Sanwei, which meant that the blow to Le Yangtian's chest was in vain.
Moreover, this witchcraft only transmits the external force that hurts people, not the same injury, let alone the same death. If Le Yangtian gets a knife, Sanwei Lao Dao will also get a knife, but the same knife with the same power can poke a transparent hole out of Le Yangtian, who has an ordinary physique, and put it on Sanwei Lao Dao, at most I also made a small slit in my clothes. \
If Sanwei's body were a steel ingot, Leyangtian could only be regarded as an egg at most. A stone could smash the egg into pieces, but it would not damage the steel ingot at all.
The Sanwei Taoist couldn't get a reply from Le Yangtian, and his laughter was a little uneasy: "You want me to protect you in the future, and then I will protect your body after you die!" As long as Le Yang If Tian is not hurt, Sanwei Taoist will not be hurt by the same force.
Leyangtian kept smiling, even if the blood kept pouring out of his face and mouth, the relaxed smile between his eyebrows always condensed steadily, as if even if the sky collapsed and the earth fell, he could not withstand his feeling at this moment. Happy, looking at the suspicion deep in Lao Dao's eyes, Le Yangtian smiled as if he was even happier. He actually no longer paid attention to Lao Dao, but suddenly relaxed, letting his body fall heavily to the sky, his eyes looking straight into the sky. For a long while. Then he stretched out his finger and pointed at the sky.
The old master of Sanwei was stunned, and he looked up at the sky along with Le Yangtian. After hesitating for a moment, his face suddenly became paler than paper! The originally neat and tidy dome of the sky was covered with countless densely packed, thick and thin red cracks, like a ferocious net, tightly covering everyone's heads!
The chimpanzee Leyangtian was still lying on the ground. He asked with a faint smile: "Are you keeping it? Your clone was killed and you were seriously injured. You also hired Yin soldiers. You are already at the end of your strength, right? Do you know? This piece of witchcraft has been broken by external forces. What kind of force will backfire? Haha, even if you don't take action, I will eventually plunge into the Yin soldiers. I will definitely die. I will always pull you in. "
It's the same steel ingot and egg, but what's about to break the egg is not a stone, but a meteor falling from the sky that can destroy the world!
The old master of Sanwei suddenly yelled: "Fuck you! If the third child hadn't died, how could I have been seriously injured? I wasn't injured. The witchcraft's backlash is another one."
Even Wen Le who was in pain felt a little strange now. The three-flavor clone who was shot to death in the painting city was a little strange. Is it the third child? So who are the boss and the second child? Are there any fourth or fifth children? Wen Leyang couldn't help but think of the stormy rainbow that was still in Wenjia Village.
Leyangtian ignored Sanwei and cursed angrily. There wasn't much change in his tone, as life and death were all decided by him. It's like discussing whether the oranges you just ate are sweet: "The heaven and earth were damaged by external forces and collapsed in an instant. The heaven and earth, which even your Yin soldiers cannot shake, are actually about to collapse. Do you believe it?"
The originally upright face of the Sanwei Taoist trembled suddenly in the distortion. He turned around and yelled at Leyangtian: "Put it out quickly!" He still had a glimmer of hope, so he resisted not taking action and directly crushed Leyangtian to his bones. Hui, I hope to know the reason why this world of witchcraft and Gu was destroyed, and see if it can be made up for. \
Leyangtian turned her head and no longer looked at the sky, but at the giant sword standing tall not far away: "It's this sword. My world can't hold up to that sword. You want to If you can crush it, there may be a glimmer of hope!"
The old master of Sanwei appeared in front of the giant sword in a flash. He pressed his hands flatly on the thick sword body of the Golden Fire Bell. He exhaled and roared suddenly. There was a muffled sound and a dazzling light suddenly appeared. After a moment, the strong light faded and the giant sword disappeared. The sword remained motionless, but the hands of the Sanwei master were covered with blood, and the white and tender skin was shattered by the huge force he exerted!
The Sanwei Taoist had become hysterical, and amidst the thunderous shouts, the gold-free fire bell struck hard. Like a crazy earthworm trying to shake that sacred tree that has grown for thousands of years!
Leyangtian's laughter was still light, with a hint of satisfaction. She no longer paid attention to the crazy old man, but turned to Wen Leyang and said: "It won't hurt you if this world collapses. Go back to the mountain." Let's rest after that. What happened two thousand years ago has nothing to do with you. I originally wanted to ask you about my father, but it seems you can't open your mouth now.
Every word Le Yangtian said was like a thunder, exploding loudly in Wen Leyang's mind!
Originally, Wen Leyang didn't have much of a good impression of Leyangtian. Although they were brothers from the same generation two thousand years ago, ever since Wen Leyang found out about the connection between Huacheng and his master back then, he had always been a picky guy and only Wen Leyang was interested. The people who treat them as fellow disciples and others in Huacheng, whether it is the dwarf winter melon Leyang Wen or the gorilla Leyang Tian, have never given these descendants of Tuo Xie a good look.
Later, Leyangtian was secretly plotted by Sanwei Taoist. Although Wen Leyang was surprised, angry, and panicked, it was not too strong.
But now the lightness in Leyangtian's tone has caused Wen Leyang's poisonous blood to boil without any trace!
The old master of Sanwei suddenly turned around and laughed crazily: "Do you still want to live? If I die, who of you can still live, who dares to live!" As he spoke, his arms shook, and he rushed to Wen Leyang like a ghost, facing his Just a hard blow to the chest. The calls rang at the same time! Wen Leyang only felt a majestic force wedged into his chest. The tide of life and death poison that had just gathered and was about to begin to move slowly shattered under the shock of the huge force and dispersed into Wen Leyang again. All limbs and bones!
And a mouthful of blood, mixed with the poison of life and death, splashed from Wen Leyang's mouth with a whoosh, and hit the Sanwei Taoist mercilessly on the face! Wen Leyang's body contains too much power that he can't bear at all. This mouthful of poisonous blood is more domineering than the power of a strong bow and crossbow. Immediately, a puff of burnt and smelly black smoke rises, and the three-flavored veteran's facial features, face and cheeks It was instantly corroded by the poison.
Seeing that the end is approaching, the old Taoist Sanwei has been distracted for a long time. His only thought now is to give himself a few more cushions before he dies. With his mind lost, he was suddenly sprayed by Wen Leyang's poisonous blood, and fell back heavily with a howling scream.
Liu Zheng was blown away by the huge force a long time ago and flew far away...
At this moment, a strong and sharp wind stronger than a knife suddenly surged between the heaven and the earth, instantly cutting every space, and Wen Leyang could not hear anything. Nothing to see!
It turns out that the real earth shattering is not howling, tearing, or collapsing, but losing all feeling. It is impossible to tell whether one is waiting for death, dying, or already dead...
When Wen Leyang opened his eyes again. His mind was a little dazed. After being stunned for a moment, he finally saw the familiar smiling face in front of him and sat up suddenly. Then he fell down with a grin on his face. After he was hit by the three flavors in the chest, the poison of life and death that had just been condensed was scattered into his limbs. But the congestion between his heart and lungs also spurted out, and now I can barely speak.
Wen Leyang fell down again with his head on the ground. Liu Zheng was lying next to him and asked with a smile: "Did he scare you too?"
Wen Leyang had no time to talk to Liu Zheng and stared straight at the fat black man in front of him: Death? "The person sitting next to them was smiling at them. He was dark and fat, not like a human being. He looked more like a chimpanzee with small eyes. He was clearly Le Yangtian.
Immediately there were two more exclamations. Two monks, Jifei and Shui Jing, jumped down from the second floor and ran quickly to Wen Leyang, carefully helping him and Liu Zheng sit up. These two brothers were very smart. After being involved in the world of witchcraft and Gu, they directly released magic weapons to protect themselves and did not wander around at all. Anyway, there was no Jiao Jiao chasing them, and the Yin soldiers were far away. Although there would be witches and poisons around from time to time, they were not too powerful and could not compete with their magic weapons.
After the Witchcraft World was destroyed, the two brothers returned to the Painting City. They were on the second floor before and are still on the second floor now. Even their location has not changed.
If it weren't for the severe pain in his body, the golden fire bell standing not far away, and the body of the dragon in a different place, Wen Leyang would really suspect that he had just had a dream. Now he has returned to the painting city, and the ground is in chaos. The nine corpse nails that were transformed into Taoist corpses have dried up and shrunk, turning into shriveled bones. They cannot be seen as human beings at all. The big hole where the Yin soldiers originally poured out is still filled with a cold air...
Leyangtian smiled tiredly: "I am already dead, and my internal organs have turned into minced meat, but my life Gu is still there, which can keep me going for a while longer!"
Wen Leyang has heard of such a thing as natal Gu more than once. In addition to the fact that witchcraft masters can use the natal Gu in exchange for extremely powerful witchcraft when they are desperate, the natal Gu can also preserve the last trace of the wizard's consciousness. Four years ago, four Elder Qingmiao used his natal poison to activate the corpse poison to send a message to Wen Bucao for help. But they can't talk and laugh like Le Yangtian.
The night outside was still thick, Le Yangtian knew what he was thinking, and said with a slight smile: "No one has taught you Tuoxie disciples' witchcraft for two thousand years, and you have already refined the life-deflecting Gu: "What is the master of Sanwei? who? Is it the evil spirit of Liu Xiang? "
The Sanwei Taoist knew how to reverse the demon-suppressing formation on Black and White Island and bring in Yin soldiers into the world. According to Liu Zheng's speculation, he was the evil spirit of Prime Minister Liu. If this is the case, once he dies, his co-existing awl will also die. The nine-headed monster Liu Xiang will rush out of the Black and White Island sooner or later, and the cat monster Changli will also face divine punishment.
Leyangtian ignored Wen Leyang's worries, and her smile was full of pride: "Three flavors are dead, and the backlash from that world of witchcraft and Gu is something that not even gods can withstand." After saying that, he changed the subject: "We don't have much time. I will tell you about my father’s life and death. You will know the origin of the three-flavored Taoist."
Wen Leyang nodded: "Old man Leyang Shoujin..."
Unexpectedly, Leyangtian interrupted him suddenly: "Shut up! The descendant of Luoluo cannot break his promise. Since I have agreed to speak first, just shut up and listen to me!"
Wen Leyang's body was shocked. He never imagined that there would be such a person in the world.
But Leyangtian didn't feel that what he did was strange at all, and said lightly: "If Leyang's lineage is willing to break their promise and live alone, how can they spend two thousand years and the lives of their ancestors for one sentence? Life! Tuoxiemen Sect boy, please listen carefully!" (To be continued, if you want to know what happened after the funeral, please log in to section 6 for more information,
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