"You have seen the result. The man was ordered by his father to enter the blood fountain to apologize for his sins. He was not summoned until today. I never thought that he would not be summoned one day." Dongmen Shangji stared at it with a strange expression.
The dead man who is frantically attacking Bai Candong.
"Why can't it be summoned? Anyone swallowed by the blood fountain has a chance to be summoned, right?" Bo Qingyin asked in confusion.
"Of course, ordinary people have no problem, but he is different. He was not killed by others, but he threw himself into the blood fountain. In other words, he entered the blood fountain with his whole body. According to legend, he threw himself into the blood fountain with his whole body.
Those who have suffered the pain of the eighteen levels of hell will not be able to reincarnate in the eternal reincarnation. If one day they can return with a complete body and an unbreakable mind, they will be transformed into the immortal body of an evil ghost and enjoy the protection of the eighteen levels of hell. There is a hope that they can obtain the purgatory.
Your Majesty." Shangji of the East Gate looked mockingly in the direction of the King's City: "The unknown son has returned from all the tribulations of hell. I don't know what his father's expression will look like now."
"So, as long as His Highness kills Bai Candong, he can come back to the world?" Bo Qingyin's eyes lit up.
"No, he can only come back to the world after he is beheaded." Ji Jian Bo Qingyin showed a puzzled expression on the east gate and continued to explain: "The physical body entered the blood fountain and experienced the pain of eighteen levels of hell and reincarnation, and experienced thousands of tribulations.
If he is not dead, his body has already been integrated with hell. Only by cutting off his body and regenerating it can he truly escape from the blood fountain and step into the world again."
"It's a pity that that guy was originally invincible at the same level, a man who could kill against the odds. Now he has experienced endless suffering in hell. I don't know how powerful he is. How can anyone of the same level be able to kill him?
Under the control of the blood fountain, he can only fight with all his strength. His strength is his proud capital, but now it is the shackles that imprison him. Even if he is summoned by the blood fountain, it is impossible to escape from the control of the blood fountain.
." Dongmen Shangji said.
"I see, that's such a pity. I wonder what the name of that Highness is?" Bo Qingyin asked with some pity, looking at the crazy-looking deceased.
"If he wants to be named Dongmen, then his name will be Dongmen Pagoda." Dongmen Shangji said in a strange tone.
At the highest point of the King's Palace, the King of the East Gate, who looked like Fudo Myooh, stared in the direction of the blood fountain with a complex expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Your Majesty, His Highness Futu was summoned by the fountain of blood. The endless painful reincarnation of hell did not destroy his heart." A woman's voice sounded from the shadows.
"Returning to dust may not be a bad thing." King Dongmen said softly.
"Perhaps the Ghost Curse King was just threatening. There was no great curse to break the reincarnation, and His Highness Futu was not the bane of the Dongmen family." The woman's voice sounded again.
"There is no difference between yes and no. There is no difference now. If I enter the Blood Fountain, I will not die for a day, and the King's City will not be sealed for a day, the Blood Fountain will not collapse, and he will not be able to get out." The king of the East Gate sighed softly:
"After I leave, if he is born again, it is no longer up to me to worry about whether he will be the bane of my Dongmen family. Let him be."
The dark woman also sighed softly, even if a tiger is poisonous, it cannot eat its own child. King Dongmen could not kill his own son after all. Otherwise, how could Dongmen Pagoda survive to this day? He would have died when he was born.
"Let him be the source of trouble. Let him bring trouble to the world in the future." King Dongmen turned around and left, no longer lingering here.
On the Blood Square, Bai Cangdong only felt his scalp numb. He had never been suppressed so powerfully by a person of the same level. The only sword technique in the world was also completely suppressed, unable to exert its due power.
Bai Cangdong boasts that he has read all the swordsmanship in the world and obtained the Mahayana of swordsmanship. However, the swordsmanship of the deceased opposite him is more like the Mahayana of all the swordsmanship of the past and present, and has reached the stage of transformation. No matter the artistic conception or technique, it is
above him.
What's even more frightening is that the other party's Taoist heart is not inferior to his.
This is the first time Bai Candong has encountered the situation of being completely suppressed by the same level. The opponent's sword skills have reached the state of trance, but his sword skills still have a trace of craftsmanship. In the end, they have not reached the state of transformation, and are just short of it.
Even though he had only a little bit of knowledge, he was restrained in every way and was suppressed extremely miserably.
laugh!
Blood seeped out from Bai Cangdong's chest, and a foot-long wound appeared on his chest. If he hadn't retreated quickly enough, the sword would have been enough to kill him if it had penetrated two more points.
"Good sword skills." Bai Cangdong's eyes burned with inexplicable fire. He stretched out his left hand and summoned two dragon blades. He held a sword in each hand to confront the deceased.
In a team of the same level, Bai Candong has not used dual swords for a long time.
"You're so naive. One sword can't do it. Do you think you can fight that man with two swords? It's so naive and ridiculous." Dongmen Shang sneered with disdain. He also saw that Bai Cangdong's swordsmanship was very powerful.
But no matter how powerful it is, it is still impossible to defeat Dongmen Pagoda. This is already a fatal battle.
"It's a pity that I can't kill him personally to take revenge. It's really a pity." Bo Qingyin said with regret.
"Why should we care about a mere marquis? The way you and I are destined to fight the king. When the kings seize the king, that's the chance for you and me to shake the world." Shangji of the East Gate said with a smile: "Qingyin,
Have you ever considered whether you are willing to marry me as your wife? You said before that you would only consider our affairs after taking revenge. Now that Bai Cangdong is dead, you should think more about it."
Bo Qingyin's heart tightened, but a beautiful smile appeared on her face: "I will think about it carefully."
"Qingyin, it will only be a matter of time before you and I join forces to conquer the world and win the throne of king." Dongmen Shangji weaves a bright future.
Bo Qingyin was a little absent-minded. Dongmen Shangji was not the only choice for her, nor was it the best choice. It was just because of Dongmen Shangji's identity that she had to deal with it carefully.
However, looking at Dongmen Shangji's appearance, it was already clear that he must get her, which made Bo Qingyin frown secretly. She didn't know how to get rid of it, so she could only delay the time temporarily.
Bai Cangdong's double swords are different from ordinary people's double swords. The power of one plus one is far greater than two. Despite this, he is still at a disadvantage by Dongmen Pagoda, but he can barely hold on to the situation. Dongmen Pagoda was at a disadvantage for a while.
It is difficult to kill him in an instant.
"Hey, that man's swordsmanship is quite advanced. That kind of swordsmanship is rare even among dukes. If he hadn't encountered the Dongmen Pagoda, I'm afraid it would be difficult for anyone at the marquis level to defeat him.
He..." After looking at it for a while, Dongmen Shangji couldn't help but frown.
"If it weren't for this kind of person, I wouldn't have been plotted by him. His privileges are a bit weird. Before using the privileges, I really can't tell what would happen if he killed His Highness Futu..." Bo Qingyin said to Bai Cang
Dong has always been wary. Even if his opponent is Dongmen Futu who has returned from endless reincarnations of hell, she still cannot be completely relieved until she sees Bai Candong killed.
"You are worrying too much. It's okay if you don't use the privilege. If you use the privilege, Bai Cangdong will only die faster. One of the privileges that man has is a terrifying privilege that once dominated the world." Dongmen.
Shangji said nonchalantly, scoffing at Bo Qingyin's worries.
"What privilege?" Bo Qingyin really couldn't think of any privilege that could be called domination in the world.
"If you have the chance, you will see it." Dongmen Shangji smiled mysteriously and did not answer Bo Qingyin.
Bai Cangdong stared at Dongmen Pagoda's every move with burning eyes. He swung his swords quickly and exchanged sword skills with Dongmen Pagoda again and again. The wounds on his body kept increasing, but Dongmen Pagoda was dressed in plain clothes.
It's still unscathed until now.
"What a terrible swordsmanship. Even with the use of two swords, I still feel so oppressed that I can't breathe. How could such a person die in the blood fountain? Kill him and sacrifice him to the blood fountain at the same time.
How powerful is a person of this rank? There is such a powerful marquis in this world. I was too arrogant before, and I really didn’t know how high the sky was when I was sitting in a well." The heart in Bai Cangdong's chest was strong and fast.
Beating, the blood in his whole body seemed to be burning, his blood was so hot that he was in a state of excitement.
The power of the Dongmen Pagoda did not make him feel scared, but instead made him feel inexplicably excited, and he felt hungry and thirsty after a long drought.
"Come on, let me see how strong your sword skills are, and see the unknown realm." The increased scars on his body made Bai Candong even more excited. He stretched out his tongue to lick away the wounds on his cheeks that rolled to his mouth.
Blood, eyes as bright as stars were staring at the man at Dongmen Pagoda, not his knife.
The most important part of swordsmanship has never been the sword itself, but the user of the sword. Different users can give different lives to the sword. When fighting against others, what needs to be seen is not the sword, but the wielder.
Sword man.
In Bai Cangdong's view, Dongmen Futu's sword skills are the culmination of all sword skills in the world. They have reached the state of returning to nature. Every sword and every style is simple and unpretentious, but the use of each sword is just right and natural, like an antelope hanging its horns.
Generally no trace can be found.
Bai Candong's sword skills are unpredictable, but he can't reach the level of Dongmen Pagoda. His use is too craftsmanlike, the marks of ax are too heavy, and the intention of using it is too obvious. It is not as good as Dongmen Pagoda.
, every cut is done at the right time, using the most appropriate skills.
The use of swords in Dongmen Pagoda opened Bai Cangdong's eyes, and at the same time, the thoughts in his heart were rushing like an ocean. These swords made his heart tremble, and he wished he could transform into a sword and compete with the opponent's sword skills.
Down.
The opponent has been using sword skills without using his privileges. Bai Candong has also not used his privileges. Even if he is in danger of being injured and killed, Bai Candong has not the slightest thought of using his privileges.
"I want to have a showdown with him, and I want to defeat that sword technique." Bai Cangdong only had this arrogant thought in his heart, but it made his blood boil and he was fascinated by it. (To be continued...)