The evening breeze blew the long wine-red hair, and the hair strands moved slightly, outlining a face that was as vivid as a picture.
The eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, and the center of the strokes are like Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.
It is obvious that her face is not soft, but rather angular, but her magnanimity and spirit are better than the flowers blooming in the daytime and the goddess descending to earth.
She wore a black and red robe, a mountain and river robe embroidered with gold and white threads, a sun and moon crown on her head, and her long wine-red hair was tied into a bun, with only a few hair hanging down.
Step by step, step by step, there is no wavering or flattery, but an inexplicable solemnity and solemnity, just like a true practitioner walking in the void to find the path, but unswervingly walking on the path that he thinks is the most correct.
Calm as this twilight sunset.
Her fingers are like onion-white mutton-fat jade, inserted into the sleeves of her robe, and only when she moves can she see a little flash of color.
Approaching the mountain gate, he finally raised his goose neck.
As he nodded, his lower eyebrows flashed with light.
Under the light was a pair of deep purple eyes.
A glance at her deep purple eyes made her look even more divine.
Venerable Ziyang, who had been waiting in front of the mountain gate for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward and said with cupped hands: "Teacher is recuperating in the blessed land..."
"Your Majesty is too kind."
The girl with double pupils smiled slightly, her face calm and without any hint of impatience.
A frown and a smile make people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze, as if they were drinking from a clear spring on a hot day.
Ziyang did not dare to rely on his seniority. Regardless of his background, the person in front of him had a restrained aura of cleverness that was enough to make anyone respect him.
The great realm of the Eastern Wasteland, the list of Tianjiao Daozi.
The third ranked girl with double pupils, Tushan Jinghong.
The dojo is already familiar to her.
The blessed land formation does not set up any defenses.
Therefore, she easily crossed the long steps of the pavilions and palaces, all the way to the blessed land of the Taoist temple, and met the blond old man who was cultivating in the Taoist platform as she wished.
The old man's golden eyes moved slightly, he opened his mouth, and sighed: "Oh, little Jinghong, blame me, I...I couldn't save him..."
Jinghong sat cross-legged on the lotus platform and said, "I know you must also be worried about this."
"Now that Dao Lord has taken action, we cannot stop him."
"If I were here, I would definitely advise you to stop."
"You don't have to feel guilty about it."
"In other words, I don't blame you."
A lonely look flashed in Jinghong's eyes. The sect probably knew about her relationship with her father, so they didn't tell her the news and let her enter the Holy Land for retreat early.
After she was released from seclusion, many years had passed, and thirty years had passed since that incident happened.
She also couldn't blame the sect. The sect masters had their own considerations, and they also wanted to protect her.
To put it bluntly, even without Tao Lord's intervention, the teachers would not allow her to hold the Soul Reverend Banner. The sect is quite resistant to all unstable monks and objects.
In addition, Ouyang Qiuxian was killed by the ancestor of the Yu family, so she couldn't even find a specific enemy.
However, she is no longer the little girl she was back then. She is no longer the helpless young master who fought her way out of the siege surrounded by people. She is no longer the helpless child who can only cry. She has become a saint, and she also has double pupils and the most important ray of light.
Blood soul.
The blood soul is still safe.
This made Tushan Jinghong make a guess.
'Perhaps, father, is not dead.'
She wanted to say such a thing to reassure Grandpa Yuanyan, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them alive.
She is no longer the little girl who can't hide things. There are some things that even close relatives cannot express openly, let alone those related to her father's life and death.
Since ancient times, things have been accomplished through secrets, and failures have been revealed through words.
Once more people know about it, maybe things that should be done will not be done.
In this way, we can only feel wronged to Grandpa Yuenyan.
She came here just because she didn't want Grandpa Yunyan to feel too guilty and affect the rest of her journey.
When she couldn't speak clearly, she needed to cover up. After all, she didn't have much confidence in her guess, and her only reliance was the ghost of the blood soul in her body.
"Dad."
"Where are you?"
…
pain.
Extremely painful.
The red-haired ghost king's face was ferocious. He was no longer as handsome as before and had completely transformed into a ferocious hell ghost.
He thought he could bear the pain caused by his flesh and blood body because he had long been accustomed to it. However, the moment the Zunhun Banner exploded and turned into ash, he felt as if his spine was about to pull out of his body.
No matter how much he suppressed his nerves, calmed his mind, and used visualization methods, he could not erase the pain that penetrated deeply into his soul and was torn out of his soul.
The red-haired ghost king staggered to his feet and roared to the sky.
He had forgotten how many days and nights he spent rolling on the ground in severe pain.
It felt like his soul had been pulled out of his flesh and blood body and exposed to the sun.
Dehydration.
Dry.
So much so that it becomes dry and cracked.
Like a monk who is about to die of thirst in the desert but is still sober.
Tu Shanjun grinned with a twitching smile.
After half a year of adjustment, he finally reached his peak.
Tu Shanjun stretched out his blue-black ghost hand without hesitation and inserted it into his mouth.
After searching for a while, he took out a tiger talisman and took out the iron furnace stored in the tiger talisman to place it. As a burst of mana fell, the raging evil flames suddenly gave birth to a raging fire.
"not enough."
"The evil fire of all karma!"
The fangs opened slightly, and a mouthful of purple-red and black fire spurted out. With this mouthful of purple-black fire, the entire array of flames seemed to have found its backbone.
After a while, the tall iron furnace in front of me, which was three feet tall, began to heat up under the flames.
In a short time, endless heat was emitted.
Look at the tools in front of you.
Tu Shanjun gently picked up a bone-rubbing razor.
The file is like a lumen, from large to small.
It's very sharp all around, and it looks like a magic weapon at first glance, but the appearance of this weapon is so weird that people don't know how to use it.
Soon, the red-haired ghost king raised the file to his head.
Tilted head.
The hand that was holding the file thrust down hard.
puff.
The file pierced the back of his neck diagonally. Tushanjun's eyes suddenly turned red, and black-red blood suddenly rushed to his throat. Feeling the flow of mana, Tushanjun said: "Sanniang, please help me one more time. After this time...
"
A phantom appeared behind Tushanjun.
"Well!"
The blue-black ghost hand exerted force, and the spine on the back suddenly dug open from the fracture.
The rasp made holes along both sides of the spine on the back until Tushanjun could grasp the spine and pull it out.
Without the support of his spine, Tushanjun was like a limp insect about to fall.
The shadows standing behind him embraced him from behind.
Let his fallen figure stand back up again.
Standing upright again.
Laying it out flat and looking at the thirty-two-section spine in his hand, Tushanjun put it into the iron furnace in front of him until the spine softened and the tiny bones attached to the main trunk.
Tu Shanjun pulled it out.
Place the spine, which screams loudly and seems to be coming to life, on the black anvil.
Ding.
clang!
The rhythmic percussion echoed in the silent Tiger Tomb.
This exercise made me forget the passage of time.
Thirteen thousand six hundred hammers.
Every blow was made with all my strength, and it was completely exhausting.
The original thirty-two-section spine has turned into a main pole about ten feet tall.
The black calamity golden flash, the purple dragon entrenched, the red sky evil fire like a hazy gauze wrapped around the new main pole, and at the same time exuded the energy of destroying the heaven and the earth.
Only between the vertical and horizontal lines, you can still vaguely see the connection between fine bone feet and nodules.
"It would be nice if someone could help me."
Tu Shanjun sighed with emotion.
As he said this, he picked up a seal carving knife and peeled off the skin like a butcher cutting off a cow.
Tremblingly, he took the polished bone needle and used tiny hairs to sew the large pieces together. After a while, a huge banner with green and black lines and scarlet lines spread out in front of his eyes.
At this point, the red-haired ghost king has turned into a bloody corpse.
Relying on strong Taoism to stabilize the body that is about to collapse.
Tu Shanjun took out his magic pen, ground the blue-black ink stain, and drew an evil ghost walking on the clouds.
I don't know how long it took.
The picture of ten thousand ghosts is completely drawn.
If you don't look carefully, you can no longer see those scarlet traces.
A blue-black picture of ten thousand ghosts was completely completed.
There is nothing unfamiliar about Tushanjun.
After doing all this, Tu Shanjun chanted a spell and cast a spell, and two more arms were born. His face also expanded and differentiated. It seemed that half a face was born on both sides of his cheeks, manifesting the Tao and the devil respectively, and the blue between the Tao and the magic.
He looks like a ghost, but doesn't look bloated, and carries an inexplicable divinity and solemnity.
Three-phase Dharmakaya.
Based on the three-flowered body of the Taoist fellow practitioners and the Yuan Shengming Demon, Tu Shanjun can feel the powerful strength in his body.
If he could go one step further and completely differentiate his three-flowered body, he might be able to do the same thing as Dunyi, from being one person to three.
And unlike Dunyi's crude technique, each of his three flower bodies will have one.
However, Tu Shanjun has not yet researched the subsequent speculations.
He did not manifest the three-phase Dharmakaya to improve his own strength.
Take out the ribs and chest and piece together the half-body skeleton.
Cut off the rib's arms and connect them together.
Calcination.
beat.
Repeating this process, under the burning of karma fire, the forged skeleton body seems to be attached with a layer of golden sword skin, and it no longer looks like the original flesh and blood.
Then, Tu Shanjun spliced them one by one.
Melt the skeleton body into the main rod.
The ghost hands each grabbed three fluttering flags.
Tu Shanjun nodded with satisfaction, opened his big mouth and bit down on the blue-black Wangui Map in front of him. Then, he gently held his head, moved it left and right for a while, and slowly took it off.
The headless ghost king's bloody corpse walked forward with difficulty, holding his head.
Bada.
The black and red blood suddenly gathered into a quagmire.
Even his body is about to collapse.
These three or two steps were extremely difficult for him to take, but he still walked through them.
Click.
The three dharma skulls are attached to the headless skull.
"Thirty-three knots can reach the sky!"
The headless ghost king's bloody corpse collapsed completely.
The shadow holding the Ghost King completely turned into starlight and disappeared.
Sanfashou opened his eyes fiercely.
The evil skeleton ghost chants the mantra:
"The flag is me, and I am the flag."
"The flag of the dead soul remains, and the soul of the dead flag lives on!"
He opened his mouth with a big mouth.
The tiger charm fell into his belly.
The suppressed evil spirit of Hu Zhong completely exploded at this moment.