The old blacksmith and the mustache stood in the distance, staring at the Tiger Saint in the distance.
"Use the Heavenly Tribulation to block our attacks. This class of demon cultivators has made great progress."
The mustache showed disdain, "Then let Tianlai accept him."
"What if he really opens the Heavenly Gate?"
The mustache seemed to have heard a big joke, "The old ghost in the eggshell told me that I can't go to heaven."
"You went to find him?"
"That useless thing has been surviving for so many years. Fortunately, I also sent him into reincarnation."
The old blacksmith stopped talking.
The Tiger Saint looks down between heaven and earth.
And in the sky above his head, the dark clouds were already solid.
Lightning is like a giant dragon, constantly swimming in the clouds of calamity.
Tiger Saint was a little excited. He didn't expect that after devouring more than a dozen demon cultivators, the heavenly tribulation would actually come.
"The records in ancient books are all farts. Just open the gate of heaven and I will be there!"
However, the next moment, a huge gap seemed to open in the calamity cloud, and the black color was instantly squeezed out.
"this..."
The sun struggled hard to show its appearance.
And those calamity clouds seemed to have been swallowed up by someone.
In just a few breaths, clarity returned to heaven and earth.
The mustache shook his head, "Look, the door to heaven has been closed long ago, and this beast is still sitting and daydreaming!"
Tiger Saint was a little stunned. Just now, that mysterious and mysterious feeling clearly appeared in his heart, but why is there nothing now?
He fixed his sight on the mustache and the old blacksmith outside Sifang City.
He really wanted to rush up and question them to see if it was their fault, but he didn't have the courage for the moment.
Before he devoured those demon cultivators, his cultivation level was only a hair away from that of an earthly immortal.
However, after devouring it, he still failed to usher in a qualitative change.
The law is the law, and the law forcibly binds everything within the framework, which makes Tiger Sage extremely frustrated.
In the distant sky, there are clouds of bad luck.
Suddenly, the bad luck in Tiger Saint's eyes flashed, and a strange voice came from his mind.
"Want to open the Heavenly Gate?"
"who?"
"Don't worry who I am, but we can help you."
"Why are you helping me?"
"Because we want it too!"
...
In Rakshasa Hell, the painter's back is covered with red silk curtains.
In front of his eyes, ten twisted figures came walking on the red clouds.
Abu looked at the painter with a smile, "Are you afraid?"
The painter waved his hand, "I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid."
"Why?"
"Because I'm stronger."
Abu was speechless for a moment.
The red cloud will arrive in an instant.
That's ten women.
They are arranged in order from right to left.
The first one is called Jiebao. She holds a sword in her right hand and a scroll in her left hand.
The second one is named Pilan Po. She holds half a black cymbal in each hand, and the red tassel on the black cymbal is wrapped around her wrist like a small snake.
The third one is called Qi Zhi. She has a graceful figure and a small red lantern hangs on her waist.
The fourth one is named Shi Hua. Her right hand droops slightly, assisting her left hand in holding a clear orb.
...
"Ah! Who are these? How come they have better figures than me?" Abu seemed to be jealous.
The painter calmly looked at the women in front of him and mouthed four words, "Ten Rakshasa women!"
Jie Bie's chest was slightly straightened out, and he whispered, "You little painting guy, let the slaves pass by."
As soon as Abu saw that seductive look, he immediately stopped and said, "Kill these vixens!"
The painter ignored it and whispered to the ten Rakshasa women: "The Rakshasa hell is your own place, why do you want to go to the human world?"
"They have all escaped, the immortals have escaped, the Bodhisattvas have escaped, and even the Ten Palaces of Yama have escaped. Only we are still trapped in this ghost place."
Rakshasa girl Shi Hua frowned slightly, "How about you escape with us! When we capture all the bad luck in the world, we will be able to achieve the Rakshasa heavenly body. We can also take you with us!"
"Do you want to become a Rakshasa?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do you know that Rakshasa Heaven is a new existence and all your consciousness will disappear?"
"It doesn't matter! As long as we can escape!"
"Determined?"
The voices of the ten Rakshasa girls turned cold instantly. They looked at each other and said in unison, "I am determined!"
The painter shook his head.
Yuebei's eyes gradually turned scarlet, "Although you can block us, do you know that in this Rakshasa hell, we are immortal?"
"clear!"
"How dare you know it?"
The painter didn't speak, but the pen in his hand suddenly moved.
A tall silhouette gradually emerged.
Feeling the ever-increasing aura on the outline, the ten Rakshasa girls were a little distracted for a moment.
"Some of you should know that I have seen immortals."
...
"You think so too? Who are you?" Tiger Saint was very wary of the voice that appeared in his mind.
"Who are we? We are just a little bit of consciousness, belonging to the consciousness of the ten Rakshasa girls!"
As soon as the voice fell, the bad luck in the distant air began to boil violently.
They were like a tsunami, rushing towards the Tiger Saint.
Tiger Saint seemed to understand something.
"I...I won't be me anymore?"
"Is it important? We will inherit everything from you, including your obsession."
"No!" The old blacksmith raised the heavy hammer.
"Cloak Hammer!"
The blacksmith's figure suddenly rose into the sky, and countless hammer shadows intertwined in the sky.
The heavy hammer struck the air, and suddenly, balls of flame appeared in the sky.
"The big hammer actually produced real fire in the cauldron. Old blacksmith, you can do it!"
Bad luck is afraid of real fire, and the real fire of the cauldron suddenly turned into a wall of fire a hundred feet high, "You want to just watch it like this?"
The storyteller snorted coldly and said, "You're so damn angry!"
The cauldron's true fire changed from red to purple, and its power increased by ten times.
"How's it going? Isn't it awesome?"
The mustache is a little proud.
The old blacksmith was too lazy to pay attention and swung the huge heavy hammer even harder.
Blocked by the true fire of the cauldron, the bad luck in the sky did not dare to approach Sifang City.
The Tiger Saint gritted his teeth and jumped into the air.
"No, that demon cultivator wants to break out of the way and bring bad luck." Naturally, Tiger Saint's movements could not escape the old blacksmith's eyes.
"Look at me!"
The storyteller pointed his hand at the Tiger Saint from a distance and said coldly: "You are a big rock!"
Tiger Saint suddenly realized that his body had really turned into a stone.
The spiritual power in his body could not function at all, and he fell directly from the air after being petrified.
"Did you see that I, who can speak, will never do anything!"
Even if he had known that his moustache was like this, the old blacksmith didn't say anything, and he still waved the heavy hammer in a muffled voice.
The heavy hammer is swung, and the fire of the cauldron is like a fire dragon.
Once the bad luck touches you, it will suddenly disappear.
However, the amount of bad luck was so great that the old blacksmith did not dare to stop for even a moment.
"What is itching to get into the soles of my feet?" The mustache lowered his head in confusion.
He suddenly discovered that wisps of black smoke were rising from the ground.
"If I go, all the bad luck will disappear!" The mustache blew away the bad luck around his feet in one breath. The next moment, his face changed drastically, and his eyes couldn't help but look in the direction where the Tiger Saint fell.
"It's over!"
The figure of the Tiger Saint rises slowly, and around him, the bad luck is as strong as the substance.
The old blacksmith felt the breath and turned around subconsciously.
As the bad luck entered his body, Tiger Saint's whole body seemed to be lit up with firecrackers.
"Pah, pah, pah!" The crisp explosion made a whisper.
The splattered blood was mixed with bad luck, giving it a strange color.
The next moment, he rushed towards the cloud of bad luck in the distance like a cannonball.
"You are a big rock!"
The Tiger Saint's body eventually turned into stone.
However, almost in the blink of an eye, the stone shattered into pieces.
The debris flew around and coalesced again.
"Old blacksmith, this guy's body is already full of bad luck!"
The cauldron true fire flew towards the Tiger Saint like a giant dragon.
The dragon's head faces forward and its head is open.
At this moment, all the bad luck between heaven and earth turned into a long snake.
The long snake is faster than the fire dragon.
Moments before Tiger Saint was swallowed by the fire dragon, the long snake condensed and penetrated directly into Tiger Saint's body.
Dots of black light lit up in the belly of the fire dragon.
An instant later, black light exploded.
The figure of the fire dragon instantly became blurry.
When the Tiger Saint appeared again, his figure had become blurry.
The rich black outlines the outline of his body.
At this moment, he disappeared.
The human world has become dark.
The heavy misfortune in the sky is like huge waves and rolling torrents.
The mustachioed man looked at the dazed old blacksmith, "What a fool. With his kind of cultivation, we can't trap him after a lot of bad luck enters his body."
The old blacksmith looked into the distance. He had already felt that all the bad luck in the world was extremely exciting at this moment.
"We can't stop him. With his body, in a few days, a Rakshasa will be born in this human world."
"Painter!" The mustache seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, "The painter may be able to resist the Rakshasa."
The old blacksmith shook his head, "He can only resist. However, Rakshasa is an immortal existence, but his painter is not."
"What's more, he seems to have encountered a problem over there."
...
Chuxue slowly opened his eyes. Jiang Xiaoyu was confused. For a moment, he didn't know where to start.
Chuxue was unexpectedly calm. She touched Jiang Xiaoyu's cheek and murmured: "How can I care about something that doesn't belong to me?"
"It's just..." Chuxue's head sank into Jiang Xiaoyu's arms.
"Just what?"
"I just need you to protect me again."
Pu Shan stood aside with a smile on his face, "Jiang Xiaoyu, I'm afraid Miss Chuxue is not the only one who needs your protection."
"What's the meaning?"
"While the spiritual needle was still in her body, many of her body's breaths were blocked. Therefore, almost no one noticed it."