Chapter 74 Capture the Spirit Veins (Part 2)

As the master of the evergreen mountain range, Qinglong had the ability to mobilize the power of the earth, but Bai Wubi made preparations in advance and carved a magic circle on the nearby ground. After the war started, it launched it in time to cut off the connection between the spiritual vein and the earth.

However, the Earth-Evil Magic Formation only blocked the connection between this land, and the connection between Qinglong and other regions was still outside the isolation range. At this time, all the spiritual veins of Evergreen Mountain were transmitted to Qinglong. In an instant, the injured body recovered as usual, and the weak appearance became full of energy. Even the whole body was doubled, and its strength was even increased.

The Azure Dragon swung its tail and hit the formation barrier. The powerful force passed over and spread out like ripples. The barrier shattered like a mirror. It actually broke through the seven-star dragon lock formation with one blow. At the same time, the seven puppets at the node were also destroyed, and the Heaven-Tao Gongji retreated with injuries.

Then there was a long yin, facing the illusion of the Marquis of Tianque Wuhou, rushing straight up, the Azure Dragon fought against the Vermilion Bird, and fought with the most primitive and barbaric means.

After the two collided, the Qinglong rolled back, the Vermillion Bird collapsed, and it dispersed again into countless national crystals. Cracked on the surface of each crystal. After the aggregation, it returned to human form. The face of Wuhou Tianque was extremely ugly, and he was obviously seriously injured.

However, it was not very pleasant to see the appearance of the Qinglong. It obviously realized the danger. It only had instincts and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it and fight to kill the enemy. Everything was to save its life. It immediately turned around and crawled into the ground.

Bai Wubi, who was ready to go, could not let it escape? He turned his right hand and replaced the fat-white step light sword with a purple-black Moyang sword.

"I just want to escape now, it's too late. The Confucian style cleanses Mo and trains Haoyang!"

The ultimate move of the soul soldiers does not depend on whether the true essence attribute is Dao Yuan or Evil Yuan. The extreme move is activated in an instant, and the world of ink and wash unfolds like a painting, eroding the real world.

Qinglong was about to drill into the soil, but he didn't notice the changes in the surrounding environment. He didn't even feel when he was rolled up. The earth below had long been replaced by the ink-black earth in the painting. It suddenly crashed into it, and the black ink around him was immediately wrapped around, wrapping its body tightly like a cloth.

The Qinglong roared, and his Yuanli was shaking. He wanted to launch the move he had just now again, trying to attract the help of the spiritual veins, but naturally he had no response. It was in the world in the Moyang Sword, not the real world, and naturally could not absorb any power.

After realizing that it could not work, the Qinglong let out a final cry, churning with all his strength, and waving his five claws to try to cut off the ink marks on his body. However, this was not a physical rope after all, but an ink that was more viscous than water. The dragon's claws passed by, as if they were crossing the water surface, and the water was flowing even more when the knife was drawn to cut off the water.

No matter how hard the Qinglong struggled, he could not get rid of the ink scars. The more he moved, more ink scars would linger. Then, a huge scroll appeared in the sky, carrying the aura of the Red World Doomsday, and took the green dragon in.

All the fluctuations of vitality in the sky, the earth, the ocean, and the void stopped.

Bai Yong held a scroll in his hand, with a dragon on it, flying in the collapsed world, the sky and the earth were dim and dull, and there were rocks and flames, the sea swallowed up the land, and violent storms destroyed the precarious world.

This sealed scroll has the power exerted by the two witches of the Red World, which can suppress the resistance of the spiritual veins. Although the soul weapon of the Mo Yang Sword is extremely powerful, it can only take effect in a short period of time and cannot be sealed for a long time.

The entire evergreen mountain range was peaceful again, but on the valley peaks within a radius of hundreds of miles, various flowers, plants and trees began to wither, and many blessed lands supported by the power of spiritual veins also began to wither, and were then destroyed by the rules of space.

Originally, from a distance, the mountains were shining like a trap outside the domain. Now that the spiritual veins were lost, the light immediately dimmed, full of bleakness, just like a vibrant young man suddenly aging and turning into a dying old man.

The Heaven-Duotian Gongji sighed: "It's really a sin. You don't know how many creatures you have harmed this time. Although they were not killed by your own hands, they all died because of you... How about it, do you feel guilty?"

"If you feel guilty about this, it is best not to eat for the rest of your life. Vegetables are creatures, and animals are also creatures. Indirectly or directly, people don't know how many creatures they will harm in their lives. I haven't said that the birth of babies is always accompanied by the painful blood of mothers. From birth, people have to bear the sin of killing their relatives, and their life is a sin."

"You are sophistry," said the Desert God. "According to you, I can be justified in killing people. Anyway, I bear sins in my life, and killing someone is just an extra crime."

"Killing is justified. What reason do you want to find? Because if you don't kill you, your thoughts will be unobstructed. You hinder my practice. If you don't kill you, I will die. Therefore, killing you is self-defense. Is this reason enough? If you can admit this reason, why can't you admit that killing without reason? If you want to kill, kill, and there are so many excuses."

"Wow, this is the first time I heard of this statement. It's so fresh and convincing. If this is spread to Prison City, you will definitely become the object of worship for all monks. Killing is justified, hehe, but it reveals the faces of hypocrites who are desperately trying to occupy the moral commanding heights."

Even if the killing spirit in the Zhuzhou Cultivation World becomes a natural person, not everyone likes to be called a murderer. The virtues are low and the level of being proud of evil, so if you want to kill someone, you must find out the bad things that the other party has done, and spread them before or afterwards, and everyone will have to just pass it.

In short, don’t mention your own character, just talk about how low the other person’s character is. Killing him is just a deed. Moreover, it is not difficult to find bad things that others have done. Some of them don’t even need to be found. They have long been corrupted and just put on a decent skin.

There is a joke in Zhuzhou. If all the monks are standing in a row and killing them one by one, there will definitely be a pure and good person being killed by mistake. But if they are killed by them, they will definitely miss killing many evil people.

Whoever breaks into the world in Prison is not a cruel person, and who has no dark history? A group of evil people are killed and killed, so naturally there is no sense of guilt. Killing or being killed is obvious.

Bai Wufei smiled slightly, accepted it calmly, and then said, "When it comes to prison, I am quite interested. After this incident, I will go ahead."

"Okay, as long as the Miracle Ark is restored, you can use the space coordinate points to go back. At that time, I will be the host and treat you very well. Thinking about it, I was also a princess in the first place."

"Ha, there will be a labor girl."

The Heaven-Duotian Gongji responded readily, but he never thought that Bai Wufei's words had other profound meanings. At this time, she took the scroll and looked up and down. The more she looked, the more she felt that the artistic conception was profound, the collapsed end of the world, and the struggle to survive, the Tianlong was more charming than the famous paintings of ours.

"Your soul soldiers' ultimate move is not only a rare seal, but also can print such exquisite masterpieces, both practical and artistic." The more you look at the Heavenly Master Ji became more and more popular. Unfortunately, this painting cannot be taken for himself, and he is full of regret. "If you have time, use this trick to give me a painting, don't use the dragon, or an ordinary lion and tiger, either... But it is surprising that your soul soldiers can still use the ultimate move."

Her words mean that after Bai Wubie became evil, the spirit of the weapon also recognized it. Some Buddhist magic weapons are often unable to be used after the holder becomes a demon, unless they are refined.

"This sword symbolizes wisdom, so naturally I will not refuse."

If the holder of the soul soldier becomes a demon, resulting in a change in his mind and does not meet the standards of the soul soldier's recognition of the master, it will lead to the soul soldier's extreme moves being unable to activate, but the contract of recognizing the master will not be destroyed. The contract of recognizing the master is one-way and cannot be regretted or betrayed, but the ultimate move of the soul soldier is to decide whether to use it by the spirit of the artifact.

However, the Moyang Sword represents the wisdom of a gentleman. The holder's wisdom is recognized by the spirit of the instrument. As long as you don't break your brain, you don't have to worry about the spirit of the instrument being disobedient.

Then Bai Yong threw the scroll to Wuhou of Tianque and said, "Wuhou was seriously injured in the battle just now. You might as well absorb the vitality of the spiritual vein, break it and then stand up, and his strength can be further improved."

"Ah, but this was what Lord Shuangwu told me..."

"Don't worry, the vitality of this spiritual vein is beyond imagination. Even if you absorb part of it, it is more than enough to be the core of power. Moreover, there will be a series of fierce battles next, but there is not so much time for Wu Hou to heal his injuries. Your combat power is also something I rely heavily on."

"This...well."

Wuhou of Tianque is a martial tycoon and is very loyal to the Hongshi Twizards, but he is not the kind of pedantic and unchanging old stubbornness. This is like the officialdom. As long as you can do serious business, it is nothing to be greedy for a little bit, but rather a custom.

Moreover, he is hard to resist the need to strengthen his strength.

So he activated the evil spirit, reached into the painting, grabbed the green dragon, and then began to absorb vitality. Suddenly, a rich texture surged over. In an instant, the rolling vitality filled the limbs and bones. The originally wounded crystals healed quickly and even expanded again. They were running on a certain trajectory, closely connected with each other, and it seemed that gods were about to be born.

After the flesh and blood turned into the national crystal, the realm could no longer be broken through, but the power could be increased. The national crystal in the body of Tianque Wuhou showed signs of transformation.

As Bai Wufei said, it was broken and then established. The crystals of billions of tiny kingdoms began to rotate, and also shot out bright and brilliant holy light. A series of saint poems flowed out from it, legends, freedom, epics, heroes, triumphant songs...

At this moment, Wuhou of Tianque felt like he was the father of the gods.

In his body, countless brilliances were entangled, and his strength was rising steadily. Without flesh and blood, his strength was no longer limited by the limiting realm. The power could continue to rise until the national crystal could no longer accommodate it. Now his whole body was like a bottomless pit, which could accommodate everything, without a bottom limit, and could endlessly accumulate and store strength.

"Holy, holy, holy, king of all, who was here, now, forever, omnipresent,"

The Marquis of Tianque roared, and the power of creation rushed in the void, almost transforming into a solid as substance, full of pure brilliance, without any impurities, just a ray of glory, injected into the crystal of the kingdom in his body. In an instant, countless gods were born in his crystals and sang hymns.

The world is filled with praises of praise.
Chapter completed!