Whip-type magic weapons are actually quite unusual in the world of cultivation.
The only thing Ye Xiaochuan had ever seen seemed to be the divine whip with no tears.
However, the blood-red whip in front of me is two different things from the Divine Whip of Tan Farewell.
This whip is full of sinister energy, with countless ghosts and ghosts entwining around it. It is an absolutely dangerous thing.
In his mind, Lao Se Pi Ye Cha said hoarsely: "Boy, you are in trouble!"
Ye Xiaochuan thought in his heart: "Grandfather, what is the origin of this blood-red whip?"
Ye Cha said slowly: "This is the magic weapon known as the fourth rare treasure in the Holy Religion, the Red Blood Demonic Whip.
It has been spread among casual practitioners in Xihai for many years.
When I unified the Holy Religion, this magic weapon belonged to a master who I was afraid of.
Unexpectedly, eight hundred years later, it would be passed into the hands of Xue Wuhen.
Boy, you have to be careful, this red-blooded demonic whip is not of the wind attribute, but of the water attribute."
"Water attribute? Whip?"
Ye Xiaochuan's forehead was dotted.
In Ye Xiaochuan's impression, the attack power of water attributes is the worst. Most of them are magic weapons cultivated by women.
If it had other attributes, this whip would be extremely powerful, and Ye Xiaochuan could still accept it.
Water properties...
Ye Xiaochuan really couldn't figure it out.
Ye Cha Dao: "There are many kinds of wind, and there are naturally many kinds of water. The water I am talking about is not the water you think..."
Xue Wuhen did not give Professor Ye Cha Ye Xiaochuan any time.
This time, he no longer blindly defended. With a flick of his wrist, the red-blooded demonic whip suddenly shook like a spiritual snake.
Ye Xiaochuan was a little confused.
Because he felt a very familiar and strange aura coming in quickly like a wave of the ocean.
"Ghost energy? Or undead energy?"
Ye Xiaochuan was shocked.
Didn’t you say that this thing is a water attribute magic weapon?
How can you release the cold ghost energy?
Ye Cha said sternly: "The water of the underworld...you wish for more blessings!"
Ye Xiaochuan had no intention of retreating or avoiding.
He turned his sword upside down.
The body turns rapidly.
wind.
It's windy.
The wind this time was very strange, as if it was controlled by humans.
No tornado pillars were seen, but everyone could clearly feel with their spiritual consciousness that hundreds of invisible wind pillars were formed around Ye Xiaochuan's body.
Those wind pillars merged crazily.
Involve all the spiritual power of the Red Blood Demonic Whip into the wind pillar.
"The third level of wind law..."
In the valley, someone who was not known to be a well-informed demon sect leader made an incredible cry.
In an instant, the valley exploded.
Yun Qiyou's eyes were blazing and he murmured: "Impossible! Impossible!"
Yun Qiyou, who lost her memory, became the selfish woman in heaven she once was.
Her proud and aloof character would never allow her to be so inferior to Ye Xiaochuan!
However, the facts are right in front of us.
In the past, Ye Xiaochuan activated the wind column, which was so powerful that it gave people a very strong visual impact.
Now Ye Xiaochuan used the Wind Pillar again. Not only was the devouring power ten to a hundred times stronger, but the terrifying Wind Pillar was no longer visible.
This is the symbol of the third level of wind law!
Ye Xiaochuan's body disappeared for the second time.
This time it's not because of his high speed, but because of his perfect integration with the wind.
Xue Wuhen was hanging in the air, waving the red blood demon whip quickly.
Blood-red strange light splashed crazily from the magic whip, like drops of red water.
Everyone thought he was crazy and danced wildly in the air.
In fact, this old man has troubles that he cannot tell.
Ordinary Guixuanzong disciples only saw Elder Wuhen's blood-red long whip that seemed to be suppressed by a mysterious force.
Then, a deafening roar came from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, Xue Wuhen seemed to be pulled by several forces at the same time. His hair surged in one direction, but his clothes obviously danced wildly in another direction.
"Surge of Wind!"
Ye Xiaochuan's voice echoed above Bachi Mountain.
A space of hundreds of feet in radius suddenly shattered.
It was not shattered by spiritual power, but shattered by the violent wind pillar.
The crystal fragments were absorbed into huge wind pillars, giving the originally transparent wind pillars color.
At this time, everyone saw eight terrifying wind pillars appearing around Xue Wuhen's body.
These wind pillars tore apart the space, carrying sharp space fragments and rolling towards Xue Wuhen.
Xiaofeng shouted proudly: "Look, this is the power of wind! The number one power in the universe!"
Xiaoguang said: "Xiaofeng, you have lost yourself more and more recently. With my light of Hongmeng here, do you dare to say that you are the best in the universe?"
Xiaofeng, who was overly intoxicated, immediately changed his words: "That girl is the second best in the universe!"
Xiaokong said with a look of disdain: "Come on, this is outside the human world. The space has not been reinforced by Nuwa Empress with colorful sacred stones. Any monk with some means can break the space here!"
As a spirit condensed from space attribute spiritual power, Xiao Kong naturally understands the structure of space best.
Why did the heavens open the door of catastrophe to worlds other than Middle-earth during all the catastrophes?
With the urinary power of the Lord of Heaven and the Four Directions, he can destroy human civilization and will never show mercy.
The catastrophe agreement signed by Nuwa, the Lord of Heaven, and Pluto could not restrain these inhuman gods.
The door to catastrophe is either in the Western Region or in the southern Xinjiang. This is because millions of years ago, Empress Nuwa used colorful sacred stones to strengthen the spatial barrier of Kyushu.
Ye Xiaochuan can easily crush the space at Bachi Mountain outside the Great Wall.
If he were in Middle-earth, it would be almost difficult for him to do it.
Only by reaching the level of Sumeru can it be possible.
"Xiaokong, get out of here, get back into the empty gun!"
Xiaofeng is usually a little girl who is sad about spring and autumn.
It's rare to see her get angry.
Xiaokong said triumphantly: "What's wrong, did I hit the spot? Xiaofeng, you are just a wisp of wind. If you stay in the sea, you will occasionally roll up a hurricane. You have to mix with these three realms."
Things.
The Battle of Futian was something men like me and Brother Xiaoguang did. You, a girl... a shemale... why are you messing around?
Brother Xiaoguang, do you think what I said makes sense?"
Xiaoguang was originally quite annoyed with Xiaokong, but since this guy kept calling him brother, it was hard for him to refute his reputation.
So he said: "Yes, this is our men's job. Xiaofeng, Xiaoshui, Xiaobing... they all just eat carrots and don't worry about it."
Ye Xiaochuan had no time to listen to the quarrel between several weapon spirits that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years.
He used all his strength to control the eight wind pillars and pounced on Xue Wuhen.
Xue Wuhen had no expression on his face.
The flames gradually rising in his eyes were silently telling him that not only was he not afraid, but he was becoming more and more excited. The corners of this martial arts idiot's mouth were slightly raised, and his whole body was slowly enveloped by a black energy.
