Chapter 919 Increase the stakes

In front of the Nirvana Palace, a tall monk with red hair danced wildly on the divine bridge.

The surging demonic flames turned into clouds in the sky, and they were as fierce and sinister as mountains of soldiers.

Taking one step forward, the upper and lower heavenly secrets were completely locked, and the sacred text merged into the Tao and turned into black and red seal carvings.

When he raised his eyes, divine light burst out like mist, more like a god resurrected and looking down at the nine heavens and ten earth.

Even the originally restless sea of ​​blood became still when the black-robed Taoist walked by.

Luo Manping, who was sitting cross-legged on top of Shura's corpse, was overjoyed.

The blood-eyed Asura looked up to the sky and roared, suddenly becoming ten thousand feet high.

The head is like Mount Song, the teeth are like door leaves, the two scarlet eyes are like the rotation of the sun, moon and stars, and the two arms hanging from the sky are raised brazenly. The world seems to be upside down at this moment.

After the blood-eyed Asura was completely solidified, Luo Manping's body turned into a ray of divine light and rushed into the Asura's Dharma.

"Is this the image of a saint?"

"He simply possesses the power of heaven and earth!"

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but admire.

No wonder Luo Manping came out with such bold words. He indeed had a powerful enough power to be called terrifying. The Ten Thousand-Zhang Dharma was like an ancient demon manifesting in the heaven and earth, sitting in the Nirvana Blood Palace. The six-armed Shura Blood Corpse in the original blood pool was

He was suppressed severely and could not move.

Blood-eyed Shura twisted his hand seal plate and sat down.

The six-armed corpse, as huge as the mountains and as bright as the Great Realm, lay dormant and motionless, as if it had been completely subdued by the Blood-Eyed Shura.

Blood-eyed Shura quickly transformed from ten thousand feet into a tall figure, which seemed to be no different from the original Luo Manping. However, when the holy text appeared, even though the figure was no longer tall, it still exuded a shocking power.

Like an underworld god sitting cross-legged on the iron mountain of hell.

Chant loudly.

The bloody corpse seemed to have stopped all of a sudden. The boundless blood energy turned into the most delicate energy, and the blood gold was melted into it, causing the six-armed corpse that Blood-Eyed Shura sat on to quickly wither.

The six-armed corpse seemed to want to resist, but the three handprints of the war-blooded Shura from far away were like three mountains, firmly suppressing the restless body.

Luo Manping, who was chanting sutras, felt as if an ancient saint had arrived.

The secret scroll of mantra comes out of the mouth.

The sound is like bells and drums, like an insult from ancient times.

This scene is etched in my heart.

"Shura rides on the corpse, Yama is resurrected!"

On the sacred bridge, Tu Shanjun's expression was solemn, with a hint of excitement hidden under the solemnity. Perhaps such a method could really bring the dead back to life. Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to use Asura's Blood Soul Resurrection.

Fu: "The soul is back!"

The Yin God in the sun wheel opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and infinite blood light burst out like a divine pillar, the color of blood gold.

The young man's Yin Shen seemed to have turned into a baby in an instant, but this baby was not young, but very huge, like the descendant of the ancient god of waste.

The Yin Shen is struggling in the womb of Tao.

The originally dry divine light became full with the infusion of blood gold.

In an instant, a divine fetus as round as the moon appeared.

The sound of long breathing came from the Yin Shen of An Ran's divine fetus.

Even the body started to move with the rhythm.

Poured with blood gold, the Yin God seemed to have a physical body. After a while, the Yin God fully showed its vitality. With the opening of the third eye on the forehead, the subtle vitality was like a young but tough sapling.

Under the watering of golden blood and innate divine light, it grew into a towering tree.

"The blood and bones are already made."

On the long bridge of the shrine, Tushanjun took out a wisp of blood soul.

Drop it into your hand and shake it gently.

The blood soul turned into a small flag.

Shake the blood flag.

The six-armed War Blood Shura, a phantom in the distance, turned into a blood-gold seed after the explosion of light.

It looks like a mark and a long horn.

The one-horned seal is engraved with terrifying saint lines, as if what hangs in the temple is not a Taoist species but a vast and awe-inspiring world. The War-Blooded Shura just now was just a person who walked out of the world.

"This kind of Tao..."

Tu Shanjun said in a deep voice.

How can the leader of the Asura clan be just a general person? Just like in the Eastern Wilderness, all the leaders of the major sects are saints. And the underworld is particularly vast, with thousands of species competing, so its leader must be at least in the upper two realms.

A saint, maybe even a peak saint, is someone who can touch the Dao Lord.

If that were the case, there would be no way for a young Yin Shen who had just taken the first step to carry it.

It is impossible to say that as long as he merges into this Taoist seed, the young man's Yin Shen will be like a disintegrating glow, scattered into the afterglow of stars, and completely annihilated in the bloody ground.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Just as Tu Shanjun said, he has no means of resurrecting the dead. Yang Wu was already dead when his head was cut off. Even if the dead person can retain his vitality, it will only prolong the process of death. If he does not take a chance at this time,

Yangwu's life will eventually disappear.

Moreover, Tushanjun also has his own selfish motives.

He needs someone to practice his art.

He needs more help.

"What are you waiting for, fellow Taoist?!"

Luo Manping urged him.

Standing in front of the divine fetus, Tu Shanjun held the Tao seed in his hand and looked at the Yin Shen who was hugging his knees.

He said: "Success or failure depends on this one move. If you can hold on, you will come back to life. If you can't hold on, your soul will be gone. You are on the verge of death. The only person who can help you is yourself."

As if he heard Tu Shanjun's words, Yang Wu's closed eyes turned and his eyelashes trembled.

"pity."

Tu Shanjun let out a long sigh.

Immortal Taoism is actually more suitable.

However, he has used his immortality to save his disciples.

Without waiting for three hundred years, it is obviously impossible to condense another Tao seed.

He couldn't wait three hundred years, and neither could Yangwu.

"Tao Seed Shura Soul!"

"disease."

A black-red silk thread suddenly flew out of his hand and was wrapped around the horn. The horn pierced the divine fetus in front of him like a steel needle, just like a drop of water blending into the lake and the sea.

The unicorn did not cause any waves, and the divine fetus only made faint ripples.

As the Tao seed fell, Yang Wu suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of blood, and the pupils and whites of his eyes could not be seen.

The third eye on the forehead was completely replaced by a single horn.

The sage pattern appears on the single horn, wrapping up the Yin God of Yangwu like complicated seal carvings.

Immediately afterwards, a sideways eye opened from below the horn.

One eye can see clearly black and white.

Twisting and turning.

He seemed to be considering the current situation.

"The compatibility is consistent." Tu Shanjun let out a sigh of relief.

Now that he can safely accept the Tao seed, Yang Wu can begin to reshape his body with the undefeated Shura Tao body. Even if the body under his feet is the flesh and blood of the Great Sage, Luo Manping can suppress and block it, and he can slowly adjust it.

Luo Manping was overjoyed.

His eyes flashed, and he admired the monk on the sacred bridge even more.

As expected, he is indeed a master of the Tao of Life and Death. Not only can he achieve such a stable graft, but he can also allow the Yin God to carry the Tao seed. It seems that Tushanjun is very familiar with this method and has completed many cases himself.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what Luo Manping was thinking, but he still stared at the Taoist body in front of him in a prepared manner.

Planting the Tao seeds is only the first step. He is very familiar with the Tao body and the Yinshen of the monks. There will be basically no accidents when doing this step. Of course, this is also because the Tao seeds will not cause much harm to the Yinshen.
To be continued...