The first thousand three hundred and nineteenth chapter blood soul evil
The shrill whistle of the sword resounded across the sky, and a sharp beam of light penetrated the void, as fast as lightning!
Liu Qinghuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was too late to dodge. He quickly thrust out his right hand, each finger seemed to be made of fine gold, and then heard a crisp and loud sound of gold and stone hitting each other, and the whistle of the sword stopped!
A drop of blood slipped from his fingers. It was a broken sword covered with blood and rust. The sharp blade was grabbed by Liu Qinghuan with his bare hands. An extremely violent aura suddenly surged out of the sword body, causing a silent and sharp scream.
It rang immediately.
Liu Qinghuan felt a stab in his heart, and the brilliant Yang God virtual fire rose up all over his body. A bamboo branch condensed by divine consciousness appeared beside him, and he waved it out without hesitation!
"Brush!" There were dots of emerald color and wisps of divine light, just like a clear spring flowing over the rocks after a new rain on the empty mountain. The sword spirit still struggling in his palm suddenly stopped speaking, and the violent aura was dissipated under the whipping of the bamboo branches.
The crazy laughter suddenly stopped, Liu Qinghuan's hand was empty, and the broken sword with the edge turned into a pool of smelly blood.
He threw his hand away in disgust and saw a deep bone-deep scar on his palm. A flash of thought flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes: blood magic!
Turning his head and looking around, he was now in an endless sea of blood. The dojo, stone steps, and jade platform were all immersed in the blood. Bubbles bubbled up and popped one by one, making a sticky sound of "gurgling".
And Bai Fengming was nowhere to be found. His body had exploded into millions of pieces in front of Liu Qinghuan not long ago, but he was not dead yet. It was just the nauseatingly rich smell of blood around him that completely covered up his aura.
Are you trying to wait for an opportunity to attack again?
Liu Qinghuan pursed his lips in an indifferent arc, flicked the Qianqiu Samsara pen, and a black wooden boat broke through the blood waves and appeared at his feet.
"In the past few years since you left the sect and abandoned the Taoist righteousness, you have turned to this weird Blood Demon Technique?" The Purification Curse swept away the blood stains on his body, and Liu Qinghuan said in a low voice: "The power is indeed not small, it broke my immobilization.
This technique can also injure my body, but... I'm afraid it will cost a lot, right?"
His eyes changed: Why don't you come out yet?
"Let me think about it, when did you start to practice demonic skills." Liu Qinghuan pretended to mutter: "The orthodox Taoist mental method is incompatible with this kind of demonic cultivation method, and Bai Ningshuang didn't mention it when she came back last time.
If there is any abnormality in your cultivation, then it can be said that you practiced the Blood Demon Technique after that, and at that time you at least had Yang Reality Realm cultivation."
"Destroying the foundation of Taoism for more than two thousand years, abandoning Taoism and cultivating demons, such a huge price..." Liu Qinghuan sighed, shook his head and said, "What do you want?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pen in his hand suddenly turned and drew diagonally backward!
The deep ink mark broke through the sea of blood, and a loud beast roar was heard. A strange dragon that looked like a dragon but not a dragon rose up from the water. The blood surged violently under the agitation of its thick and long body, and its mouth full of sharp teeth opened towards the sea.
He's coming!
The Immortal Killing Spear appeared in Liu Qinghuan's right hand, and with the golden light bursting out like a blazing sun, it shot out like a startling dragon and flew into the ugly mouth of the dragon.
"Crack!" The strange dragon closed its mouth suddenly, and heard a series of shuddering breaking sounds. The steel teeth in its mouth broke all together, and the whole head exploded into a big ball of blood in the next moment!
"Bang!" The heavy body of the dragon crashed into the sea of blood, setting off a huge wave of blood. However, the sound of crashing was heard again, and two strange dragons appeared in the sea of blood. The body of the dragon with blood and mottled flesh twisted vigorously, and in just an instant,
He rushed to the black wooden boat.
Liu Qinghuan's eyes turned cold, and he stepped hard on his foot. The Xuanmu boat raised its pointed bow and slammed into one of the strange dragons!
With a loud bang, the tattered canoe that looked like it was about to fall apart crashed through the monster dragon's hard body and flew up the high waves. The Immortal Killing Spear circled in the air and exploded the other monster dragon into a ball again.
Blood and water.
"Is this your method?" Liu Qinghuan said loudly: "Junior Brother Bai, don't say I didn't give you a chance. With these, you can't defeat me."
The sea of blood surged, and there was deathly silence.
After a moment, "Hehe, hehehehahahaha..."
A slightly crazy laughter echoed over the sea of blood: "Yes, you are right! Senior Brother Liu is now the Taoist leader respected by everyone. Naturally, these little tricks of mine cannot catch your eye and make you laugh!"
Liu Qinghuan's consciousness almost covered the entire sea of blood, but the laughter seemed to come from all directions and was impossible to locate.
"But, what if this is the trick..."
The next moment, shrill screams could be heard everywhere, and fierce ghosts emerged from the water one after another, riding the blood waves, rushing towards the canoe, and the sound of claws scratching could be heard from under the hull.
"I'm afraid..." Liu Qinghuan suddenly paused in the middle of what he said, and found that those fierce ghosts were all covered with black stripes like chains. They were screaming and struggling, and their faces were hideous because of pain. Every one of them had black stripes on their bodies.
They all have overwhelming resentment and evil spirits.
These resentments are so strong that only those who were cruelly tortured during their lifetime will have such strong resentment after death, and even form clouds in the sky.
Liu Qinghuan closed his eyes, his face as cold as a piece of ice: "You deserve to die, you actually killed people to create a blood soul demon!"
"Hahaha!" The laughter coming from all directions became very sinister again: "Senior Brother Liu, I have already died once! Aren't you curious why I gave up the orthodoxy and became like this now? Let me tell you
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However, Liu Qinghuan no longer wants to know that Blood Soul Evil is an extremely vicious blood technique. The soul that becomes Blood Soul Evil is forcibly cut off from the chance of reincarnation and can no longer enter reincarnation.
Repeatedly experiencing the ultimate pain before death.
Therefore, their resentment is very heavy, because in front of them are powerful monks, and after death, they are far more ferocious than evil spirits of the same level.
Liu Qinghuan's boat looks very broken, but it is a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation in the hands of the extraditers. However, now it has been scratched crazily by the Blood Soul Evil and has deep marks, which shows how powerful it is.
At this time, there were thousands of Blood Soul Demons surrounding the ship, and the black pressure filled a large sea of blood. In other words, thousands of monks with different cultivation levels had died, although these were not necessarily caused by Bai Fengming alone.
, but he must have been partly involved.
Because the most powerful Blood Soul Evil leader must be controlled by the person who controls it, so that other Blood Soul Evils can be controlled.
Liu Qinghuan had already seen them, and one of them had already clung to the side of the ship. The aura released from it was probably that he was a Mahayana monk during his lifetime. Every time his claws touched down, the protective array on the ship shook violently.
Bai Fengming's voice was still chattering in his ears, but Liu Qinghuan was too lazy to listen anymore. He sat down cross-legged, and the Qianqiu Samsara Pen in his hand burst into a faint mysterious light, and a dazzling clear light fell from the sky!