1091. Chapter 1091 Five Supreme Powers Monthly Ticket)
Boom!
The sky was filled with debris and smoke. The entire shop almost turned into nothingness under Qin Xuan's spiritual power, revealing the nine-story underground pavilion.
Many of the disciples in the Black Ink Building were stunned, and Aunt Ming had boundless murderous intent in her eyes.
"How dare you do this!?"
She used to be a small shop woman who still had a trace of compassion, but she suddenly turned into a murderous god.
Her pupils turned into blood, and her fingernails turned into blood red.
Black Ink Tower, Sixth Grade Kung Fu, Blood River Technique!
To practice this technique, you can use the blood and energy in your flesh and blood, and even the souls of the dead.
Based on this skill alone, it is not an exaggeration to say that Aunt Ming is a demon, and there are even more corpses in her hands.
She stepped on these corpses and cultivated to the Nascent Soul realm.
"Aunt Ming!" Xu Shuangxuan shouted, causing Aunt Ming's eyes filled with murderous intent to pause.
"Xu Shuangxuan, you are a sinner and you lead others to humiliate the lintel of my ink building. You should die!" Her voice was hoarse, and the color completely drained from Xu Shuangxuan's face.
She has compassion in her heart, but she can distinguish the severity.
Xu Shuangxuan hesitated to speak. Finally, her body trembled slightly and she fell silent, lowering her head and trembling her eyelashes.
She didn't want to stop Aunt Ming, but reminded her that even Dao Lords had been defeated by this senior Chang Qing, not to mention Aunt Ming, a True Lord.
"Insulting the lintel of your Molou?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "I just think it's an eyesore!"
As the sound fell, he suddenly stepped on his feet, and in his hands, there seemed to be ink thunder condensed.
Thousands of threads and countless ink-colored thunder lights gathered together, and Qin Xuan took pictures like a breeze.
Mo Lei formed a palm print and swept towards Aunt Ming in an instant.
boom!
Just for a moment, Aunt Ming's pupils shrank suddenly. He sacrificed and refined the magic weapon, which was a blood-colored thin needle. The small thing turned out to be a sixth-grade magic weapon. In her hands, it was used to its full potential.
The palm print fell and collided with the blood needle, as if the needle fell into the sea.
With a slight touch, Aunt Ming could feel the endless sea of thunder, the power to destroy everything.
boom!
Aunt Ming was retreating. She just took one step back, and then took another step back.
She retreated a dozen steps, and finally, under this palm, she suddenly spurted blood, and there was too much disbelief in her blood-colored pupils.
She was in the realm of transformation into gods, just in the realm of transformation into gods, and she was seriously injured with one palm.
You know, even the blood of the Nascent Soul Realm was stained in her hands no matter how much.
Immediately, Aunt Ming let out a loud howl, the sound was like a ghost's cry, trying to disturb Qin Xuan's soul, and even the soul evolved into a river of blood, rushing straight towards Qin Xuan.
The blood river of the soul rushed into Qin Xuan's sea of consciousness, as if Qin Xuan was already in an endless sea of blood.
The next moment, all the blood rivers were annihilated. Aunt Ming's face suddenly turned pale, blood was spitting from her mouth, and her breath was completely sluggish.
All the waves were almost gone at this moment. Qin Xuan looked at the woman and said, "You're just an ant, get out!"
His voice was like thunder, setting off wild waves in the world and directly bombarding Aunt Ming.
Aunt Ming was already seriously injured. Amidst the sound waves, she couldn't help but spit out blood again. Like the fallen leaves in the strong wind, it fell in front of the disciples of the Black Ink Tower.
The disciples of the Black Ink Building present, including the monks who followed Qin Xuan to spy on him, once again had dull expressions on their faces at this moment.
"What on earth is this guy going to do? That's the Ink House, right? He just offended Prince Yuan's Mansion, and now he's making a big fuss in the Ink House again!"
"Is this person really worthy of the Dao Emperor? The Black Ink Tower, even the three major divine kingdoms, are afraid of him. Is this guy crazy?"
"He can actually beat Senior Styx. How is that possible? He is just at the peak of his transformation into a god!"
Sounds sounded one after another, reaching Qin Xuan's ears, but Qin Xuan still seemed not to have heard them.
In the Ink Tower, there is even more majestic aura coming from the ground.
Near the ground, on the stairs from the ninth floor to the eighth floor, there was suddenly a faint sound of footsteps.
The footsteps were dull and came one after another, from a subtle sound at the beginning to like thunder at the end.
It seemed as if a giant was stepping forward, until the man's blood-colored hair emerged from the stairs, his face as pale as snow, and his eyes that were deep enough to swallow people's hearts.
This is a woman robed in blood, with red hair that looks like blood, like a demon walking out of hell.
Her divine kingdom walked out of the ink tower in a huge red robe.
The moment the girl walked out, the whole world fell silent. Countless Black Ink Tower disciples were kneeling, including Aunt Ming who was seriously injured.
Those monks who had spied on Qin Xuan left directly at this moment.
There is fear in their eyes and endless panic in their hearts.
It seems that that woman is like the God of Death, even more terrifying than the Supreme Being.
Qin Xuan looked at this woman with an expression of indifference, recognizing her identity.
The owner of the Ink Building, the Five Ultimate Powers!
A true great power of Hedao, known as the ultimate life, the ultimate god, the ultimate ghost, the ultimate immortal, and the ultimate soul. A great power who once killed the Supreme Being has been famous in Mo Yunxing and the world of cultivation for a long time.
The identity of the woman is even more of a mystery. Monk Mo Yunxing only knows that the Five Ultimate Powers are inextricably linked to the Holy Demon Celestial Palace.
The Black Ink Building is under the control of this woman.
Qin Xuan didn't know much about this girl in his previous life. He only knew that when he grew up to be the Qing Supreme, he came to Mo Yunxing and paid homage to the powerful...
There is this woman.
"The sky is evergreen!" The woman finally spoke, her voice as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "You are too arrogant, and even the wind demon cannot save you!"
She looked at Qin Xuan, her blood pupils seemed to be the endless sea of blood, not caring about the wind and demon.
The Black Ink Building is hidden in the darkness. It is the number one killer of Mo Yunxing. Although there is no Supreme, it has killed the Supreme. It can be gathered into a building, or it can be divided into thousands.
In the history of Mo Yunxing, Mo Yunxing has encountered more than one catastrophe and more than one siege. The three major divine kingdoms, thousands of sects, and millions of wealthy families have all taken action against this killer organization. But in the end, after paying a heavy price,
After paying the price, it was all compromise, and even a supreme leader died for it.
The three major divine kingdoms and the Wu family may be afraid of Feng Mo, but the Black Ink House is not, because it already has too many troubles and does not care about having one more.
The wind demon is not as strong as the Black Ink Tower.
What's more, no matter how powerful the Wind Demon is, how can it be as powerful as the Supreme Demon Palace?
Xu Shuangxuan's legs were trembling. She was too afraid of Wujue. To her, Wujue was no different from a god.
"I'll give you a word to save your life." Wu Jue spoke again, his whole body hidden under the red robe, but he looked like a real god of death...
ready.
Qin Xuan looked at Wu Jue, his expression as calm as ever, as if the person in front of him was not a powerful person, not the powerful Wu Jue who had killed the Supreme Master with his combined power, the Master of the Ink Tower.
"A word to save your life?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "I'll give you ten breaths, get out!"
"Otherwise, I will level down the ink tower one day!"
As the sound fell, the whole world was undergoing drastic changes. There were murderous movements, and the situation around Qin Xuan's body seemed to turn into a battlefield.