Dozens of Taoist ancestors sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the mouthful of heart essence and blood that they spurted out in a daze.
The heart essence blood spurted out when the Taoist heart was shaken and in a trance contains the wonderful principles of the Taoist ancestors. These blood stains twisted and coiled lightly on the smooth and mirror-like ground of the square, outlining the wonderful principles of the Taoism.
A slightly strange picture emerged.
For example, the essence and blood spit out by Jiu Weng outlined a picture of misty mountains and mountains in front of him.
The essence and blood spat out by True Lord Sun turned into a small sun on the ground, emitting strong light.
The essence and blood of Taiyin Sunu was light blue, and with a crisp impact, her essence and blood painted a perfect hexagonal snowflake. But at the core of the snowflake, there was a round symbolizing the essence of the innate Taiyin.
The crescent moon is looming.
The essence and blood of Taiyi Zhenwu turned into a basalt beast running on the ground, with a snake's head and a dragon's tail, and the vast aura surrounding it struck people.
The most astonishing thing is the mouthful of blood that Taixuan Zhen Daozu spurted out. That mouthful of blood turned into countless tiny blood threads twisting and twisting around each other on the ground, and finally outlined an image of a vast nebula. Countless stars were born and died, and the sky was full of stars.
There are infinite mysteries hidden in the space of destruction.
Stimulated by the existence of these beheaded Daluo, the Taoist ancestors looked at the various patterns of the avenue outlined by their own essence and blood, and instantly entered a strange state of enlightenment. No one knew what they were thinking, nor did they know what they were thinking.
Realizing something, they were sitting cross-legged on the ground, with purple energy rising around them, like dozens of burning torches.
The immortals under their sect followed closely behind their Taoist ancestors. They sat cross-legged next to the Taoist ancestors, quietly feeling the mysterious and unpredictable energy emanating from the Taoist ancestors. Some golden immortals with strong cultivation levels
Even silent dancing and silent laughter, it was obvious that they understood the supreme secret that was useful to them from the aura emanating from Daozu.
Yin Xuege had no feelings about the actions of these Taoist ancestors and immortals.
The avenues practiced by these Taoist ancestors have no resemblance to his. There is even a hint of disdain in the blood pool formed by the Blood Sea Buddha Sutra. It is a giant dragon hovering in the sky, looking down proudly
The disdain and arrogance only seen by countless mortals below.
Perhaps Yin Xuege's current strength is low. But he is qualified to despise these Taoist ancestors and these golden immortals.
Although his true strength is only comparable to that of an immortal, his future potential exceeds everyone's imagination.
With a faint smile and a trace of compassion hidden in his eyes, Yin Xuege slowly walked to the body of Taoist Hongmeng, which was cut into pieces by five horses. He bowed to the head of Taoist Hongmeng three times, and then removed his head from the strange place.
He took it off the golden short spear.
Piecing together the body of the Taoist, Yin Xuege released another stream of blood flames, carefully burning the evil curse runes painted with strange red ink on the body of the Taoist. These runes were like maggots on the tarsal bones, extremely difficult to
Deal with them. They have been deeply imprinted in the bone marrow of Dao Zun, and through the power of cause and effect, they directly affect the remaining soul of Dao Zun.
Even if the remnant soul of the Taoist Master escapes into the six realms of reincarnation, these evil curses will still act on the remnant soul like a shadow. This will make the Taoist Master cut off from the path of cultivation for the rest of his life, and he will never be able to set foot on the top of the avenue to seek revenge on his enemies.
After all, for Hongmeng Dao Zun, no matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful in order to eliminate the weeds and root causes.
Yin Xuege's blood flames had no effect on these cursed runes. His blood flames burned on these runes and only made a "chichi" sound. On the contrary, his blood flames were melted a lot by the cursed runes.
.His strength is too weak. The person who applied these runes is at least at the level of Hongmeng Dao Zun. It is simply impossible for Yin Xuege to rely on his own strength to dissolve these runes.
After pondering for a moment, Yin Xuege remembered the Buddhist secret method of using the power of merit that Yiye taught him.
Qingqiu Yan said that Yin Xuege established the Blood Sea Divine Sect and was blessed with merits from heaven; and Yiye once told Yin Xuege that she used the Buddhist merit wheel to explore Yin Xuege and found that he had a lot of merits.
The power of merit. This thing is mysterious and mysterious, indescribable. Ordinary monks have no idea what its use is. But in Buddhism, this power of merit is the most precious treasure, and it is a treasure like ten thousand gold balm. Whether it is forging
Buddha treasures can be used to refine elixirs, speed up cultivation, temper the body, and condense the soul, all of which have infinite magical effects.
"Tao Zun, Tao Zun. You are pitiful like this. Whether you can succeed or not depends on your destiny."
Since the founding of the entire Hongmeng world, Yin Xuege is probably the only one who can say such compassionate words to a Hongmeng Taoist, "It depends on your fate."
After muttering for a while, a golden light suddenly flashed between his eyebrows, and the power of merit activated by the Buddhist secret technique of "Eliminating Disasters and Purifying Buddha's Light" turned into a swastika Buddha seal, which slowly ejected from his eyebrows.
Faint golden light surrounds a swastika Buddha seal and circles the Taoist body in a circle.
Wherever the golden light passed, the red evil curse runes melted rapidly like snow splashed with boiling water. From the surface of the skin to the bone marrow, the dense red spells disappeared one after another, and an unpleasant red smoke flowed from the path.
Zun's body spurted out, and soon disappeared without a trace in the grand aura of the great avenue that descended from the sky.
More than a dozen Taoist ancestors, including Taixuanzhen Daozu and Taiyi Zhenwu, opened their eyes and looked at Yin Xuege. They nodded and secretly praised Yin Xuege at such a young age.
The powerful power of merit can remove the curse from the body of the Taoist Master. This is truly an extremely rare sight.
If Taoist ancestors want to choose disciples, naturally such kind-hearted disciples are the most popular. Unless you are a pervert with a twisted mentality, any Taoist ancestor would like to find a narrow-minded person who makes trouble all day long and thinks about destroying himself every day.
The bastard who replaced the Patriarch?
Jiu Weng was once again so angry that his eyes were twitching - this boy has such a strong power of merit? It's just a joke. He killed so many Jiuhua Sect immortals under Tianxing Immortal Lord. His hands were really bloody, and his feet were bloody.
How can such a vicious junior with so many bones still have so many merits?
Is it possible to say that Jiuhua Sect is the devil of the Demon Sect, and killing his Jiuhua Sect disciples can actually bring merits from heaven?
This is simply ridiculous, simply unacceptable. If the epiphany in his heart hadn't ended yet. If it weren't for the several Taoist ancestors around him who had taken a liking to Yin Xuege, he would have jumped up and strangled Yin Xuege to death.
Yin Xuege didn't pay attention to the various petty thoughts of these Taoist ancestors. He just did what he thought was worth doing. The dignified Taoist Hongmeng, who had gone through endless storms and dangers, finally stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms, was actually treated so cruelly.
Behead him, collect his body, bury him generously, and solve his hidden worries. These are all things that are only natural.
The wandering monks of Buddhism carry a handy shovel with them, isn't it just to bury the corpses they see on the roadside? This has nothing to do with compassion or not, it is just the bottom line of being a human being.
It took a whole day of hard work to finally remove all the troublesome curse runes on Dao Zun's body. Yin Xuege stood up, clasped his hands and recited a poem from Yi Ye in a low voice to Dao Zun's body.
The salvation scriptures learned there: "Senior, dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust, you can go now without worry. Well, although your robe is in ruins, the material is still excellent, so I won't be polite to you, junior."
A flash of spiritual light suddenly flashed between the eyebrows of the Taoist Master. In the horrified gazes of dozens of Taoist ancestors, a hazy figure that looked exactly like the corpse of the Taoist Master suddenly emerged from the spiritual light.
This figure looked at dozens of Taoist ancestors. He exuded a very weak but extremely strong pressure from the Taoist path, forcing dozens of Taoist ancestors to dare not say a word. He looked up at the sky again, and after looking around the Taoist palace
, and finally sighed quietly towards Yin Xuege.
"You doll, you are kind-hearted, not hypocritical, interesting. Interesting."
"However, I am not even a ray of remnant soul. I am just a ray of soul condensed from the remaining essence of my corpse. I can't reincarnate myself. I have completely forgotten all the magical powers and secrets, and there is nothing
Mana will benefit you."
"Only the innate two-dimensional creation divine flame that I condensed back then, although it was destroyed by the enemy, there is still a trace of fire left. This trace of fire is given to you. As the so-called ashes return to ashes, earth returns to earth, this
It is meaningless whether the body is buried in the body or not. However, I cannot give this broken Taoist robe to you, little friend. Hahaha, although I came naked when I was born, I need to wear some clothes when I leave."
After laughing three times, this wisp of soul energy left by the Taoist Master flickered slightly, and a dim black and white flame rose up from the body of the Taoist Master, quickly moving towards the Hunyuan and Daluo people behind him.
A roll of corpses. All the corpses and the Taoist robes they were wearing were instantly turned into dust, and were blown away by a breeze and disappeared.
This piece of dim black and white divine flames clustered inward and turned into a fire as big as a match stick, slowly drifting towards Yin Xuege's eyebrows.
The eyes of Jiu Weng and several other Taoist ancestors lit up at the same time. They jumped up and grabbed the fire.
The innate divine flame itself is extremely rare, especially the innate divine flame that has been nurtured by Hongmeng Taoist Master for countless years. This is a rare treasure of heaven and earth. The innate two-dimensional divine flame of creation, the word "creation" alone is enough.
It makes people crazy. In the fairy world, anyone who dares to use the word "creation" in his name will know that it is definitely a supreme treasure if you look at the yin and yang creation thunder tribulation of the monk who ascended to become an immortal.
Therefore, apart from Jiu Weng, there were also several other Taoist ancestors who were so greedy that they couldn't restrain themselves for a moment and directly stretched out their hands to snatch it away.
But that wisp of Hongmeng Dao Master's condensed soul energy just smiled softly. His body suddenly collapsed, and the immeasurable Hongmeng energy in the void suddenly turned into several colorful palms and clapped them down, nine
Weng and the other Taoist ancestors howled miserably, and were knocked to the ground like a toad being hit by a big stone slab.
The blow was so heavy and sharp that Jiu Weng and several other Taoist ancestors were hit so hard that their faces fell to the ground, and their tall nose bridges collapsed.
As Da Luo Taoist, he made such a big fool of himself in public. Except for Jiu Weng, the other Taoist ancestors got up, covered their faces with their sleeves without saying a word, turned around and left with their disciples. No Million
The doors have been closed for many years, and these Taoist ancestors have no shame in coming out to meet people.
Only Jiu Weng jumped up angrily. He jumped on his feet and shouted: "This divine flame should be mine."
A wisp of soul energy transformed by the Taoist Master knocked over several Taoist Ancestors, and now it has completely dissipated between heaven and earth. The black and white fire slowly blended into Yin Xuege's eyebrows, and was now suspended in the air.
The sky above the blood pool formed by the Blood Sea Buddha Sutra continuously absorbs the essence and blood rising from the blood sea of Yin Blood Song to strengthen itself.
Yin Xuege clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Jiu Weng with a sneer. He did not say a word. He knew that facing these tyrannical existences at the level of Taoist ancestors, it would be meaningless for him to speak or not. Although he could defeat the immortals with his own strength, he could rely on
The huge number of ghost soldiers in the blood sea trapped Jinxian. But facing Da Luo Daozu, he was still just an ant.
His life, death, honor and disgrace depended on the thoughts of several other Taoist ancestors.
This feeling is very bad, especially since he kindly collected the body of Taoist Hongmeng and received the Taoist's legacy as a gift. This was his due reward, but Jiuweng relied on his own strength to forcefully snatch it away.
This feeling made Yin Xuege extremely aggrieved.
Yin Xuege had already felt this way when he was bullied at Xuantian Mansion that day, but this time, his feelings were even deeper.
As soon as the Xiantian Liangyi Divine Flame of Creation entered the sea of consciousness, Yin Xuege had already felt the infinite magical effects of this ball of divine flame - its terrifying lethality was only secondary, and its greatest use was the word 'creation'. With this
Divine Flame. Whether it is casting immortal weapons or refining elixirs, it can bring out the top properties of the materials, and also optimize and reorganize them to bring the final product to a higher level.
For example, if Yin Xuege uses several spiritual grasses to refine an ordinary second-turn elixir, if he uses the innate two-dimensional divine flame of creation as fire, then all the medicinal power of the spiritual grasses will be perfectly retained and enhanced by the power of creation. In the end,
His elixir level is at least level three. If his refining techniques and refining experience are sufficient, even level four or five elixirs are unknown.
Using the same materials, others can only refine the elixir of the second level, but Yin Xuege can refine the elixir of several levels higher. The consumption and efficiency are completely different.
In particular, the power of creation of this divine flame can turn death into life, and can turn dryness into glory. When Yin Xuege is strong enough, this divine flame of creation can allow him to help people rejuvenate and reshape their youth. And
The most realistic effect is that this power of creation can turn all poisons and curses into pure fairy energy and feed it back to itself.
In other words, as long as he has this trace of fire with him, Yin Xuege is no longer afraid of any poison or curse.
How could he be willing to hand over such a rare treasure to Jiu Weng? Such an important treasure could be relied upon by a Taoist ancestor to achieve enlightenment. How could he give it up to Jiu Weng?
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, Yin Xuege had already developed a trace of murderous intention towards Jiu Weng. If Jiu Weng really wanted to pester him, then don't blame Yin Xuege for causing him to turn upside down. The First Supreme One has him on his side.
Making plans, Yin Xuege couldn't shame him and trouble him.
But on Yin Huangwu's side, can Jiuhua Sect be destroyed by using the power of the Xue Zhao Immortal Dynasty and the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance?
Yin Xuege would rather give this divine flame to his mother than to the aggressive Jiu Weng.
The Taoist ancestors present were so cultivated. Yin Xuege felt murderous intent in his heart, and they all looked at him at the same time. Jiuweng was even more angry and yelled: "Arrogant kid, how dare you be so presumptuous? You want to kill him?"
Kill me? Just you?"
A dark sword suddenly penetrated Jiu Weng's back and came out from his chest.
Jiu Weng let out a miserable howl, his body shook, and black blood spurted out from all seven orifices at the same time.
Ancestor Taixuan Zhen held the Xuan Tu Sword and looked at Jiu Weng and the many immortals under his disciples who were trembling with fear with an expressionless expression.
"I said that you are not allowed to cause trouble to Yin Xuege. Jiuweng, how many times has this warned you? I said, there is no third time."
"I said that if you disobey me for the third time, I will kill you and replace you with your chief disciple to take over the Jiuhua Sect. Are you an old fool, or do you not take me seriously?
Yin Xuege has obtained the Divine Flame of Innate Liangyi. That means his good intentions are rewarded with good things. Do you dare to rob him?"
Traces of black light were emitted from the Xuantu sword, and countless rays of light penetrated Jiu Weng's body, tightly confining his immortal soul in his body.
Many Dao Ancestors present stood up in shock and looked at the furious Tai Xuan Zhen Dao Ancestor in silence.
Taiyi Zhenwu pondered for a moment, then he suddenly took out an eight-edged golden melon hammer from his sleeve, and then hit Jiu Weng on the head with a look of fear on his face. Jiu Weng howled miserably, "Spare my life"
, before he could use his magical powers and secret methods to escape, the pumpkin hammer smashed his head into pieces.
However, Da Luo Daozu was so cultivated that Jiu Weng's head had just broken into pieces. There was a flash of blood on his neck, and a brand new head was born again.
But the two Taoist boys Qingfeng Mingyue roared at the same time. They shook their hands and sacrificed two gourds, one black and one white. From them, two streams of Gengjin Qi, one black and one white, were sprayed out and locked tightly on Jiu Weng's neck.
Taiyi Zhenwu struck again, and this time a ball of sharp energy flashed around Jiu Weng's neck, and his head could no longer regenerate.
The Xuan Tu Sword sprayed out countless black lights that entangled and strangled Jiu Weng's body. Jiu Weng's body trembled violently, and his immortal soul let out a miserable howl in his body. He hissed and laughed angrily: "How dare you do this to me?"
Shall I start? Taixuan Zhenyi, do you really think you can cover up the sky with one hand? You, you..."
Yin Xuege pulled out the short golden spear that originally held the head of Taoist Hongmeng, and then pierced Jiu Weng's heart with a single blow.
The golden flames like running water on the short spear slowly seeped into Jiu Weng's body. This ancient forged killing weapon can be used to kill Hongmeng Taoist, not to mention Jiu Weng who is far away from that realm?
Jiu Weng's immortal soul, which was still roaring and howling, suddenly disintegrated and was then burned into a wisp of ashes by the golden flames.
Yin Xuege dropped the short spear, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "This old bitch has been in trouble with me these days. I finally killed him today, so happy, so happy!"
All the Taoist ancestors looked at each other and were silent for a long time.