The witch took the silver and sighed silently in her heart.
The Demon Soul Lord suppressed in the blood pool by the Gate of the Holy Realm seems to have the power of demon-eating sacrifices, which is enough to shake Kunlun and interact with the Gate of the Sanctuary Realm.
Sacrifice the demon essence, entrust the essence source, summon the soul master, and open the door to the holy realm. It is indeed a cruel but effective method for oneself.
The witch Na Yin also understood that leaving such an effective and cruel method unused was not because the two women were greedy for life and afraid of death.
But in the Kunlun Pure Ruins, there has never been a precedent of sacrificing other people's demonic essence to help a saint survive the calamity.
Wuzhao's collection of blood from the Shanzhong people has violated the rules and regulations of Kunlun Mountain. No matter how arrogant Qing Shui is, he will not let his chest have any material desires without knowing what he can do. There is a piece of empty Cangnan clothes in front of him that is contaminated by her sacrifice for no reason.
The cause and effect of the demon's misfortune.
She could tell that these two female officials were really pushed to the edge.
If one person's demon essence and blood essence can be sacrificed to open the gate to the Holy Realm, why wouldn't Kunlun Mountain use this method directly from the beginning?
Maintaining a pure and clear body is the foundation of a saint's life.
She used this method of soul sacrifice to forcefully open the gate of the Holy Land, although she might be able to gain a glimmer of hope for Cang Nanyi's calamity.
But since then, the saint's body has been burdened with karma, and it can be said that every gain must come with a loss.
Therefore, opening the door to the Holy Land in this way may not be a good thing.
Moreover, based on her understanding of Qing Ao, even if you sacrifice everything and risk everything to save me, he may not let you achieve what you want.
As expected, I heard Qing Ao sneer and say: "Although I do my best, today, I want you to experience the despair of all your efforts being in vain."
Believers of the evil god like to see people fall into despair.
He had a thin smile on his face, his palms spread out, and the space above his palms twisted and changed.
Immediately, a dark fallen leaf with painted eyes fell into his palm, and at the end of the black leaf that exuded a strange aura, hung a bell of the same color as big as a red bean.
Seeing the familiar bell, Witch Nayin couldn't help but twitch her brows.
I saw him holding the fallen leaves, and when the strange tune was played, the closed vertical pupils on the leaves suddenly opened, and the devil-like eyes trembled and trembled as if they were trying to escape from some kind of prison.
Streams of dark blood flowed out from the one eye, dripping and soaking in the bell.
It seems that some power has been awakened.
The bell suddenly buzzed and trembled violently.
The ringing sound is urgent, like a reminder of the soul.
From the black tide formed by thousands of troops and horses, a tall figure suddenly rose up. The figure was majestic, with a red flame spear on its shoulder. The spear was swaying with its arms, and the momentum was majestic and majestic.
The breath that bursts out from the lightning is so powerful that even from a distance, one can't help but feel in awe.
The witch took the silver and looked closely, and found that it was Yan Poyun, the defender who was supposed to stay on Tianmu Mountain to heal.
Is this the strength of the number one leader of Kunlun Mountain?
She was shocked, but she remembered that Yan Poyun once forced him to Xixuan Peak in order to chase down a little demon fairy, and was seriously injured and remained unconscious. The injury was extremely serious.
With such injuries, even if he was a demon immortal with extraordinary physical strength, it was absolutely impossible for him to recover to such a peak level of momentum in such a short period of time.
Otherwise, his severely injured body would not be able to withstand such a collapse of energy.
If you continue to fight at such a high intensity, your body will sooner or later fall apart and become more injured, leaving irreparable damage.
Seeing him leaping up from the black tide, running like a red dragon in the collapsing snow-capped mountains, he seemed to be totally unconcerned about the biting cold wind that was blowing away like bones and flesh.
Although the extremely cold wind was invisible, it was like the sharpest blade in the world, cutting through the cold armor on his body inch by inch.
Iron filings flew wildly, mixed with pieces of red flesh and blood.
Yan Poyun looked indifferent as he rushed over the heavy snow waves in the avalanche. The corners of his cheeks and eyes were cut with sharp cuts. The scars were deep enough to see the bone, but there was no blood splashing. The wounds were frozen into ice.
, along the wound, cracks like ice cracks can even be seen spreading and traveling on the surface of the body's skin.
Even though the patterns of Kunlun Clouds embroidered on his sleeves were constantly emitting the light of body protection, they still could not protect this body, which was stronger than steel, from being damaged by the strong wind sweeping under the avalanche.
However, Yan Poyun seemed to feel no pain or fear. He strode like a meteor. In the face of such a huge avalanche, which was like a terrifying natural disaster, he showed no emotion on his face and no hesitation in his actions.
He suddenly stepped over a snow wave that came over like a tsunami. His body jumped extremely high, and his muscles were as tense as a cheetah. With a roar, the spear rose fiercely, and the roar of the dragon's spear rang out in the heavy snow.
The gunfire burning between the gun blades was like an angry divine fire burning from the depths of his soul.
From in front of Yan Poyun, the white world that coincided with the general trend of the round sky and the earth was suddenly opened into a huge empty space by the violent roar.
In that space, countless gun shadows flashed past, constantly clearing the way forward.
The witch took the silver and narrowed her eyes deeply.
She looked at Yan Poyun, whose body had more and more cracks in the ice. The powerful spear spirit emanating from his body was still invincible and powerful, which was shocking.
But the fighting method he displayed at this moment has already surpassed the performance of a living being with self-awareness.
The witch took the silver and observed carefully. She saw that Yan Poyun's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a bit of strange numbness in his fearlessness, but deep in his eyes, there was deep fear and despair.
The physical body is calm and indifferent and fearless of destruction, but the spirit seems to have collapsed alone, and it is true that it has formed an independent state with the physical body.
There was no emotion on the face of the witch Na Yin, and her eyes were indifferent as she said: "The real person has been lurking in the Kunlun Mountains for hundreds of thousands of years. With the help of the purple magic Gu, you have really mastered the art of controlling evil."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Qing Ao's lips were relaxed, and he smiled faintly, saying: "This boy's luck is pretty good, his body is only half eaten by the purple magic Gu. In a sense,
It’s not like he’s a puppet in our hands.”
The witch looked back at him with the silver and said calmly: "But you can still control him to do things he doesn't want to do."
Of course it's something he doesn't want to do.
It's one thing to be dissatisfied, but it's another thing to truly be an enemy of the Kunlun Mountains and destroy your homeland with your own hands.
Qing Ao smiled lightly and said: "Whether it is the identity of the number one defender of Kunlun or the spiritual root created by His Highness the genius prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, both of them are not empty names. Yan Po
Yun is a talent. Over the years, he seems to have obeyed the Tao, but in fact, he has been secretly trying to find ways to escape from my control. If he hadn't forced himself into Xixuan Peak last time and was seriously injured, and his Taoist heart was damaged, he would really
It’s hard for me to refine him into such an obedient puppet.”
The witch took the silver and said: "You have so many puppets made by the purple devil Gu at your hands, why waste your energy to make a guy with self-awareness to clear the way for you?"
Qing Ao chuckled, his expression suddenly became a little strange, and said: "The demon puppets I have worked so hard to refine are not wasted in a place like this. 'They' naturally have more important things to complete.
As for the method of entering the soul into the battle, I admit that under the desperate determination to die, the two female officials are indeed a headache.
However, it is precisely because of Yan Poyun's insistence on survival that he has become a sharp knife in my hand."
The witch took the silver and frowned: "What the real person means is..."
"It's just the method of soul magic. I have been in the mountains for so many years, and I have naturally dabbled in the method of soul magic in the Kunlun Mountains. If I want to break the Taoist artifact 'Kyuzhou' that uses the power of the soul as the origin of the formation, then how can I break the formation?"
Naturally, a person cannot be just an empty puppet with only appearance.
Yan Poyun is a character, and since he paid such a heavy price to keep half of his soul immortal, he can follow his own will.
Today, his half-life soul is exactly what I need to use to break the formation. He, Yan Poyun, is able to destroy this divine weapon 'Jiuzhou', and he has gained the reputation of being the number one defender of Kunlun."
As he spoke, Master Qing Ao crushed the black leaf in his hand with a cruel smile on his face, and thick black blood gushes out, all of which was absorbed by the tiny bell.
The soul-stirring bell shook more and more fiercely, and even the space began to ripple with sound waves.
Seeing that his figure was about to be buried by an even more powerful avalanche, Yan Poyun suddenly closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, roaring in pain, as if he was heartbroken and in pain. His eyebrows, cheeks, neck, and the arm holding the gun were all exposed outside his clothes.
In an instant, countless long, narrow, pitch-black, strange and eerie vertical pupils began to burst out from between his skin, and the eyeballs bulged and swirled crazily.
Immediately after the witch took the silver, she saw a huge and undeniable strange force bursting out from his flesh and blood, as if it was being squeezed in an instant.
Tears could be seen rushing out of Yan Poyun's ferocious eyes. His facial features became distorted and ferocious due to the fear of collapse and extreme emotional impact. Every ray of soul bursting out of his body showed that
Resistance and a strong desire to survive.
But his body still rushed into the snowy mountain uncontrollably, and the spear with his soul wrapped in his hand penetrated into the snowy mountain.
"Crack!!!"
From the top of the spear, the huge and boundless snow-capped mountains were actually split in half by the force of the spear!
Yan Poyun roared angrily and turned around, resisting the gun with his shoulder. As he struggled to throw himself away, the cracks in his body became more and more terrifying. His whole body looked like a mirror full of cracks and about to be broken.
The next moment, he was holding the big snow mountain that covered the sky and the moon against the spear on his shoulder.
He stepped hard on the ground, and at that moment, his legs turned into icy ash and flew away.
At the same time, the snowy mountain on his shoulder, where thousands of troops and horses were buried, was also thrown away by him with the strength of his shoulder to resist the mountain, including the people and the mountain. The direction of the flight was towards the Southwest Water Temple.
The direction of overcoming the tribulation.
Whether it was Yan Poyun or the endless snow-capped mountains, they were all swallowed up by the mighty thunder calamity in the same way that they both perished in an instant, leaving no trace of chill left.
"puff!!!"
Qingxuan's body fell forward, as if he had lost all his strength. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the blood fell on the stone surface that had lost its spiritual brilliance and became dim.
Her expression was sluggish, even her green silk hair was quickly turning gray, and her body was covered with demonic patterns. It was a sign that her end was approaching, and she no longer had the strength to stand up.
The dark current that was originally trapped outside the cold wave avalanche began to flow in again.
Qingxuan's bloody palm, which was supported on the stone wall, exerted force and tried to support his body, but the finger bones supported on the stone platform were shaking violently, as if his whole body had experienced a severe cramp and broken bones.
.
"Even if you get up, what else can you do with your body like this?"
Above his head, a cold and heart-stopping voice suddenly sounded.
Qingxuan looked up with a pale face, and saw the real Qingao holding a fly whisk and stepping on black clouds, standing condescendingly in the void above her head, looking at her with cold eyes, as if looking at a dying ant.
His body slowly floated down, he stretched out a palm and put it towards the "Kyushu" table.
Qingxuan's face changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold up his body while resisting the weakness and severe pain in his body. But before she could stop him, Qing Ao raised his eyes slightly, and a terrifying energy swept out of his body. Qingxuan only felt
As if all the bones in his body were being crushed, he flew backwards and hit the guardrail of the beacon tower hard.
"Qing Ao!!!!!!" Qing Xuan didn't even swallow the blood surging in his throat. The hand holding the guardrail suddenly clenched and turned white, staring at Qing Ao with piercing hatred.
Qing Ao's five fingers, which were attached to the stone surface, were sharp as hooks and dug deeply into the table, which was as hard as gold and stone.
He raised his arms with an expressionless expression, and the several-foot-long artifact "Kyuzhou" made a terrifying sound of breaking the storm, and hit Qing Shui's thin back hard.
Severe pain spread all over her body, and the artifact "Kyushu" that hit her back shattered into countless pieces at this moment. The power that exploded when the artifact was destroyed hit her body.
Qing Shui clearly felt that her internal organs were bleeding crazily at this moment. Blood beads began to seep out densely from the pores of her skin all over her body, and the blood in her mouth and nose could not be stopped.
She screamed in agony, and her body was packed with huge destructive power and slammed into the blood pool.
"Click..."
Finally, under the desperate gazes of Qingxuan and Qingshui, cracks began to appear in the blood pool.
Soon, the cracks spread rapidly, and the source blood in the pool began to drain away.
Qing Ao touched his lips with his fingers, the smile on his face was emotionless, and he said lightly: "In this world, what feeling is more despairing than making every effort, only to find that everything is in vain?"