Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five: Xuan Yang's Lightning Sword
Boom!
The thunder light shines in the sky, and the blazing thunder light can be seen from a distance even though it is thousands of miles away.
Outside the desolate oasis, Zhou Yang looked at the blazing lightning over there, the expression on his face already numb.
At this time, it has been three days since "Qingyang Taoist" and others entered the oasis. In the past three days, the blazing thunder has never stopped.
When he first saw the lightning shining in the sky, he was certainly shocked, but after seeing more, he became numb.
In short, the golden elixir stage monks are awesome!
"I don't know when this battle will end. From the looks of it, Ancestor Cao and his side should be almost victorious. The ghost whistle hasn't sounded for a long time now!"
Zhou Yang looked at the majestic battlefield in the distance, a worried look flashing in his eyes.
Of course, he was not worried about Cao Wenjin and the other three Jindan monks, but worried about himself.
Until now, he didn't know why "Qingyang Taoist" had to bring a foundation-building monk of his to witness this battle.
This kind of unknown is the most frightening thing. He hasn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights because of this.
Of course, this was not the only reason why he couldn't close his eyes. At the beginning, the reason why he couldn't close his eyes was because of the shrill ghost howls that spread throughout the oasis.
He had heard what Cao Wenjin said before, and he had also read relevant records in the classics about the "Land of Resentment".
As far as Zhou Yang knows, the so-called "Place of Resentment" is actually a ghost realm on earth that is prone to breed ghosts. If ordinary people enter such a place, their bodies will be eroded by the energy of Resentment and die within a day.
Death is a cultivator who has magic power to protect himself. After entering a place like this, he also needs to consume magic power at all times to resist the erosion of the resentment and evil spirit here.
Moreover, in this kind of place, the mana of the cultivators is very little, and they cannot absorb any spiritual energy from the outside world to replenish it. However, ghosts and some demonic monks who use the spirit of resentment to practice can be like a fish in water, and their mana recovery speed is not only high.
Extremely fast, the power of various magic powers will also be greatly enhanced.
Xue Netherworld chose to fight Cao Wenjin and others in this "place of resentment", and he must have taken advantage of the geographical advantages to weaken his opponents. The shrill ghost howls that Zhou Yang heard earlier must have been his handiwork.
It's just that the Xuanyang Immortal Sect, who was born in "Qingyang Taoist", has the best skills and magical powers to restrain all kinds of ghosts and ghosts. In addition, there are two middle-stage Jindan monks, Cao Wenjin and "Jinguang Master", assisting him. Even if Xue Netherworld occupies the advantageous location,
The advantage cannot be the enemy of three people working together. This is the so-called "the geographical advantage is not as good as the people".
So even though he couldn't see the specific battle situation there due to the distance, Zhou Yang could basically tell which side had the upper hand through changes in the celestial environment.
But the more this happened, the more intense the worry in his heart became. As the so-called trapped beast still fights, no one knows what methods a golden elixir stage monk can unleash before dying, but it must be an earth-shattering blow!
This is also true.
At this time, in the center of the battlefield, Cao Wenjin and "Master Jinguang" saw that victory was getting closer and closer. Instead of increasing their attack intensity, they withdrew several percent of the attack power for defense, guarding against Xue Nether's attack.
Fight back on the verge of death.
Only "Qingyang Taoist" has been unabated in his offensive, constantly using Xuanyang Immortal Sect's secret demon-killing magical power "Xuanyang Leading Thunder Technique" to attract Zhiyang Tianlei to carry out saturation bombings on the Blood Netherworld.
"Old Taoist Qingyang, do you have to force me to die with you? Believe it or not, I blew up my golden elixir and dragged you to be buried with him!"
Amidst the lightning in the sky, Xue Netherworld had a blood-colored orb on his head and was wearing a blood-colored battle armor. His hair was disheveled and he was resisting the waves of thunder bombardment. He looked very embarrassed.
And when he said the words "self-explosion golden elixir", Cao Wenjin and "Master Jinguang" immediately acted like frightened rabbits and quickly backed away a long distance.
There is always only one biggest killer weapon for the golden elixir stage monks, and that is the self-destructive golden elixir!
If a monk in the early stage of the Golden Elixir explodes his own golden elixir, a late-stage Golden Elixir monk will be severely injured if he fails to dodge. And if a ninth-level Golden Elixir monk like Xue Nether explodes his own golden elixir, even a Nascent Soul stage monk can be injured.
Therefore, even the most aggressive "Taoist Qingyang" paused slightly when he heard Xue Youming's words, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.
Although he wanted to kill Xue Nether to avenge his beloved disciple and make his Taoist heart perfect, it did not mean that he was willing to die with Xue Nether.
Seeing this, Xue Youming couldn't help laughing and said: "Hahahaha, the stinky Taoist priests of Xuanyang Immortal Sect are indeed a bunch of hypocrites. You are the ones who talk about eliminating demons and defending the Tao all day long, and you are the ones who yell the most fiercely.
You guys, why do you get cold feet now when I say I want to self-destruct the golden elixir?"
Hearing Xue Youming's sarcastic words, no matter how good-hearted "Taoist Qingyang" was, he was a little worried about his face at this time. His face darkened, and he snorted heavily: "Humph,
If you still dare to scream when you are about to die, I will act for heaven today and accept you as a devil!"
Before he could finish his hum, he suddenly flicked his sleeves and pulled out an ancient scarlet peach wood sword.
The ancient scarlet peach wood sword is less than three feet long and no more than three fingers wide. On both sides of the sword, strange golden and silver runes flash on it. On the hilt, there is a purple dragon eye-sized inlaid.
Orb.
After Xue Youming saw this ancient scarlet peach wood sword, the smile on his face suddenly stopped. His expression suddenly changed and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xuanyang Thunder Sword!"
The voice was full of fear and panic, and the face was full of unconcealable panic.
He looked at the ancient scarlet mahogany sword with a panicked look on his face, and cursed angrily with an angry look on his face: "Damn bastards, shameless old guys, you stinking Taoist priests are so shameless, this kind of sect
The inherited treasure is actually given to you, a Golden Core Stage monk, for use, how shameless!"
No wonder he is like this. You must know that the ancient vermilion peach wood sword that "Qingyang Taoist" is taking out now is not an ordinary magical weapon, but one of several inherited treasures of Xuanyang Immortal Sect. This piece
After the magical weapon has been refined and blessed by more than ten generations of Nascent Soul monks from the Xuanyang Immortal Sect over tens of thousands of years, its power can no longer be measured by the level of ordinary magical weapons.
This kind of treasure related to the inheritance of the sect has always been able to be refined and used by Yuanying stage monks, and only Yuanying stage monks can truly exert the power of this treasure.
Xue Nether never thought that the Yuanying stage monks of Xuanyang Immortal Sect would be willing to lend this sect's inherited treasure to "Qingyang Taoist" to take out of the sect for use.
If "Qingyang Taoist" is unlucky enough to be buried in a different place and loses this object, not only him, but also the Nascent Soul Stage monk who lent him the magical weapon will become the sinner of the entire sect and be punished by all Xuanyang Immortals.
The hostility of the monks.
"Qingyang Taoist" ignored Xue Youming's words at all. After he used the "Xuanyang Lightning Sword", he bit his finger and drew some kind of magic formula in the air in front of him.
When the magic formula was completed to the last step, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a ball of pale golden blood essence, which fell on the "Xuan Yang Thunder Sword", and shouted loudly like thunder: "Brilliant thunder, with this
The sword serves as a guide, and with my blood, I will kill evil and destroy demons!"
As soon as he shouted, the "Xuan Yang Thunder Sword" in the sky let out a soft chant, and suddenly the light flashed and disappeared into the rolling thunder clouds in the sky.
Boom!
In the thundercloud that was originally filled with lightning and thunder, a purple sky thunder as thick as a pillar suddenly burst out. The sky thunder rolled down and fell on the Blood Netherworld below.
Bang!
Under the purple sky thunder, the blood-colored orb on Xue Nether's head first shattered into powder, and then the protective blood-colored armor on his body broke into countless pieces and fell to the ground in less than two breaths.
bang
After another explosion, the blood substitute blood puppet used by Xue Nether to save his life also exploded into a ball in the air.
When the purple thunder and lightning finally dissipated, Xue Youming was lying on his back on the ground covered with scorch marks, motionless, like a dead person.
"cut!"
"Taoist Qingyang" looked at the dead body of blood on the ground, but he didn't show any sign of warning. He just pointed his sword at him and shouted, and a thin green thread flew from his fingertips.
It shot out and instantly cut off the dead man's head.
"Taoist Qingyang" couldn't help but be startled when he succeeded so easily. Then his face changed wildly and he shouted loudly: "You two Taoist friends..."
"ah!"
A scream suddenly interrupted the loud shout of "Qingyang Taoist".
From where the screams came, Master Jinguang lowered his head and looked at his chest with a confused expression. There, there was an animal claw covered with long blood-colored hair that did not look like a human hand, piercing through his back.
On the chest, what is held in the claws of the beast is his big red heart.
And behind him, the owner of the beast claw, an ape monster with a height of more than ten feet, a bloody horn on his head, and long bloody hair all over his body, was opening a pair of scarlet blood-like monster blood eyes and said "Qingyang Taoist"
"Looking at each other coldly, their eyes were full of cruelty and bloodlust.
"What kind of monster is this!"
Cao Wenjin, who was not far away from "Master Jinguang", looked at this scene, his face turned pale with horror, and he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
"This is the Demon Subjugation Technique of the Blood Demon Sect. This monster is the form of a real demon in the demon world. Blood Netherworld is just using the Demon Subjugation Technique to borrow a ray of real demon power to possess it.
It will become like this."
"Don't be afraid, Fellow Daoist Cao, he can't last long in this form, and after performing the Demon Subjugation Technique, his physical body will be completely destroyed. In the future, the only way to go is to seize the body and rebuild it!"
"Qingyang Taoist" gave Cao Wenjin a serious look on the origin of the blood ape monster, then he stretched out his hand and shouted: "Thunder is coming!"
Boom!
Thunder exploded in the sky, and another purple divine thunder crashed down, striking at the blood ape monster that Blood Netherworld had transformed into.