"What do you mean, fellow Taoist?" Taoist Mu glanced at the top ten Gonggong who had taken the elixir, turned around with a smile on his face, and looked at the Netherworld Cult Master. When he saw the strange appearance of the Netherworld Cult Leader and the ring formed by the eighteen Netherworld Qi behind him, his smile suddenly stiffened, and soon returned to his usual expression that looked uglier when he smiled than when he cried.
The leader of the Netherworld seemed to be slowly walking towards Mu Taoist step by step. Every time he took a step, there was a bloody sword light around him. Gradually, thousands of bloody sword lights condensed behind him into a magnificent peacock tail. light screen.
With the blood boiling in the sky, the leader of Netherworld looked at Taoist Mu and smiled calmly: "Can the spiritual elixir of fellow Taoist cure their blood poison?"
Taoist Mu looked at the bloody sword light behind the Nether Cult Master, which was as gorgeous as a peacock's tail, but revealed a sinister evil spirit. He nodded thoughtfully: "Were they injured by fellow Taoists?"
The leader of the Netherworld huddled his hands in his sleeves and looked up and down at Mu Taoist with squinted eyes: "It wasn't Pindao who did it himself, but it was the flying knife that Pindao gave to a certain kid. It was also a magical weapon tempered by Pindao himself. , the blood poison on it hurts people and cannot be saved."
When the leader of the Netherworld spoke, the wounds on the top ten Gonggong were healing rapidly. Traces of blood-colored breath continued to flow out from their wounds, and a layer of moist green halo loomed near their wounds, constantly draining the blood in their bodies. The poison is forced out.
Mu Taoren did not look back, but he clearly grasped the details of the recovery of injuries on the top ten Gonggong.
Squeezing out an ugly smile, Taoist Mu said slowly: "Pindao's elixir can remove all evil poisons. Although the flying knives refined by fellow Taoists are cruel, Pindao's elixir is one foot higher." "
The Nether Cult Master's face became increasingly gloomy and ugly. He gritted his teeth and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
No matter who it is, it took tens of thousands of years of hard work to refine a set of magical weapons. He thought he could run amok with this set of weapons, but suddenly found that the most powerful feature of this set of weapons had been cracked. !
This feeling of loss can be imagined!
The leader of the Netherworld felt even more uncomfortable. The nine blood-transforming flying knives presented to Ji Hao were naturally not as powerful as the blood-transforming flying swords for his own use. The power was only less than 10% of the blood-transforming flying swords. However, the blood poison on the Blood-Transforming Flying Sword has the same origin as the Blood-Transforming Flying Sword.
Mu Taoist's elixir can break the blood poison on the blood-transforming flying sword, so it can naturally deal with the blood-transforming flying sword.
"Fellow Taoist Tang raised his hand, he really doesn't take the poor Taoist seriously." The leader of the Netherworld slowly stretched out his hands, holding a large seal in his left hand and a scepter in his right hand. He looked at Mu Taoist with cold eyes and said solemnly: "I can't tell you, I'm going to ask fellow Taoists for advice today!"
Taoist Mu felt the sharp aura emanating from the big seal and scepter in the hands of the Netherworld Cult Leader. His face became tighter and tighter, and he became more and more worried: "My Taoist friend's face is quite unfamiliar. I have never seen it before. But Taoist Taoist." The aura of friends makes me have some reverie... Why is Ming Dao so interested in being friendly that he interferes in the affairs of the human race?"
The leader of the Netherworld Cult gritted his teeth and said softly: "I have been cultivating hard in the land of the Netherworld and never interfered in the internal affairs of the human race. This time, the clone came here just to collect some 'materials'. But fellow Taoist Mu, you Doing this can be regarded as breaking the contract we signed on the top of the Tianzhu, aren't you afraid...?"
Mu Taoist frowned slightly and suddenly laughed: "What are you afraid of? The contract at the top of the Tianzhu... The Tianzhu has been broken, what is the use of that contract? If you Taoist friend wants to weigh it, I will weigh it. There is no need to make excuses!"
The leader of the Netherworld smiled particularly brightly: "It's not that I'm making excuses, but you, fellow Taoist, have crossed the line! Why should fellow Taoist give the elixir to the people who were injured by the magic weapon of Idiot?"
The Mu Taoist sneered, "Hey," he held the green wooden staff tightly in both hands and smiled without saying a word.
The Nether Cult Leader also laughed loudly. In the laughter, the eighteen layers of Nether Rings behind him gradually spread, and slowly the smallest black ring expanded to the size of thousands of miles. The eighteen-fold netherworld ring rotates forward and backward, quickly and slowly, and a terrifying aura quietly grows from the ring.
The void changed its appearance. The floods that filled the sky and the earth suddenly disappeared. A gloomy wind emerged on the ground. Mountains of swords and sword forests were suspended in the void. Boundless pools of blood replaced the earth. Countless pillars of fire stood on the pools of blood. A pot of oil was suspended above the blazing flames, and the pungent and stinky boiling oil was bubbling.
All kinds of terrifying visions continued to appear, and Mu Taoist's face became more and more serious.
After a long time, when eighteen different visions spread across the world, Mu Taoist suddenly sighed: "You have actually obtained the root of the eighteen hell heavens... Do you know, fellow Taoist, that the nether world is the road to annihilation in the future for poor Taoists?" An important place for enlightenment? My fellow Taoist has taken away the foundation of the Eighteen Heavens of Hell. It’s hard to say that I, the poor Taoist, need to have a friendly discussion with my fellow Taoist!”
The leader of the Netherworld sneered and looked at Taoist Mu: "What are you talking about? What's the truth? The Netherworld is the foundation of Pindao. If fellow Taoists want to prove the Tao, please go to other places. If fellow Taoists dare to step into the land of Netherworld, Pindao It will definitely make it difficult for fellow Taoist moon to be fulfilled!"
The wooden stick in Mu Taoist's hand suddenly pointed at the sky, and he laughed and said: "Where can there be a moon in Pangu's world today?"
The leader of the Netherworld laughed loudly, and with the big seal of his left hand, he brought up a billowing black cloud and photographed Mu Taoist face to face: "The taiyin and the sun are the avenues of heaven and earth. Although the moon is no longer seen in front of people, I still remember the clear waves in the sky in my heart! Duh! "
The Netherworld Cult Master and the Wooden Taoist shouted in unison, and the Wooden Taoist struck down the wooden stick in his hand with a seemingly ordinary stick, hitting the seal squarely.
With a clear sound, the seal struck by the Netherworld Cult Leader was bounced off by the wooden staff. The Netherworld Cult Leader roared loudly, holding the scepter in both hands and rushing towards the Mu Taoist. The waves of ghostly power were like huge waves hitting the sky and hitting hard.
A towering Bodhi tree loomed behind Mu Taoist. He held a wooden stick to cover the left and right sides. The wooden stick and the scepter collided with each other, making constant loud and dull noises.
Both of their moves were extremely simple, nothing more than the simplest horizontal sweeps and vertical slashes, but their movements were indescribably fast.
As soon as the Nether Cult Leader and the Wood Taoist came into contact, the laws of time and space that ordinary people could not break were meaningless in front of them. What ordinary people could do with a snap of their fingers was like thousands of years to them. In just a snap of their fingers, , they staggered and attacked each other at least trillions of times!
If someone else were to fight with them, they would often be beaten to ashes before even seeing their movements clearly!
Fast, too fast, indescribably fast!
In fact, for the Nether Cult Master and the Mu Taoist, their movements were not very fast. In their opinion, they were just ordinary attacks on each other. It's just that their moves transcend the limitations of time and space, so they appear to be extremely fast!
Suddenly, a bloody figure flashed past the leader of the Netherworld, and thousands of bloody sword shadows swept across Mu Taoist's waist with a 'puff' sound.
The phantom of Mu Taoist was cut off with a sword and turned into a large splash of blood on the spot.
In the void, Taoist Mu's sneer came from a distance: "Friend Taoist Ming, with the gift of a sword today, there will definitely be a time to cut off the cause and effect in the future!"
(End of chapter)