This human bomb withering marrow blood curse has already demonstrated its terrifying lethality when dealing with the Qin army.
Now the demon lord's last heart exploded, spilling black blood all over the sky. There was an explosion of thunder in the sky, followed by a rain of blood.
"No!" Priest Yinren screamed, looking at Saint Yan, and his body trembled uncontrollably, "Saint, how are you!"
"kill!"
Before anyone could react, a hoarse roar broke out from the other side.
Xingqiu kicked his father's body away, took out his bronze dagger, and killed Nongyu, who was already seriously injured.
Yu Rouchen kicked up the dirt on the ground, wrapped his fists and feet in cyclones, and used his flying fighting skills to kill Nong Yu quickly.
Everyone who rushed here, including the seriously injured Ju Shuang, Ehuang, and Yueshen, were all soaked by the rain of blood and contaminated with demonic energy.
Yan was at the closest distance and was contaminated by the black blood in the Demon Lord's heart. When she turned around, the dragon's air shattered the surrounding sky, and she struck the priest's chest with a single palm.
The high priest of Shushan held his staff with one hand and covered his head with the other hand, his lips and teeth trembling, and he let out an unknown sob.
It was obvious that the demonic energy was also attacking him, but for some reasons, he did not fall immediately.
The only ones present who were still completely sane were Priest Yinren, Bai Feng and Nong Yu.
Bai Feng held Nong Yu around her waist with one hand, and supported half of the roof with the other hand. She lowered her eyes with her sword-shaped brows and sweated heavily on her forehead.
He looked at the rain of blood outside, which was no longer as heavy as before, and asked in a deep voice, "What should we do now?"
Even the Ice Soul Sword was thrown into the blood pit. Nong Yu grabbed Bai Feng's shoulders and said bitterly: "I didn't expect that at the last moment, it was..."
The crazy Yu Yuan guard was coming towards the two of them. No matter how high Bai Feng's martial arts skills were or how fast his Qing Gong was, he would never be able to cope with such a harsh battle.
He could only simply turn around and run away.
At this critical moment, a golden light flew from the top of the back mountain, driving away the disaster clouds here, and the blood rain in the sky suddenly disappeared.
Bai Feng's eyes lit up, and he threw half of the roof out, directly knocking the two Yu Yuan guards to the ground.
The rain of blood disappeared, and his biggest worry was gone. Even if he had only one person with him, it was enough for him.
Bai Feng and Nong Yu are not in danger of death for the time being, but Priest Yin Ren is different. Facing Yan, he has almost no resistance and is on the verge of death within ten moves.
Bang ~
Yan penetrated the priest's defense with one palm, and the inner energy penetrated into his chest.
"Ah~"
The priest screamed, and the golden flames belonging to the saint penetrated his body. His ribs were broken, and his inner palace was affected. He knew that he would die soon.
Why can I maintain my sanity under the pollution of demonic energy? Even the high priest of the Witch Clan has been affected by it. Is I any different from them?
He saw through death very early.
More than 20 years ago, I had a fortune-telling and my vitality was severely damaged. I was destined to live a miserable life.
The reason for relying on Yangjin Jade Dew Grass to hang on for one's life is not because of fear of death, but because the priest's successor has not yet been cultivated, and the person who appears in the divination has not yet been met.
He is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to die yet.
Now, it's time.
Why was he not contaminated by the demonic energy and losing his mind? It was because his body was filled with the spirit essence of heaven and earth from the Yangjin Jade Dew Grass.
"Yeah~"
The priest yelled and grabbed Yan's arm with both hands.
"Ninth level of Xuantian, Hao Blade is broken, ah~"
Yan had one hand restrained, and then raised another palm with the other hand, hitting the priest approximately below the collarbone.
The golden aura rushed away, and the priest was immediately speechless.
"The Hao Blade cuts off evil, the Formation of Annihilation~"
He grabbed Yan's arms, and all the spiritual energy in his body flowed into Yan's body following this suicidal move.
Green light enveloped the two of them. When Yan opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar body in front of him falling backward, and one of his own hands brought out a pool of flesh and blood from the other person's chest.
"Priest, Secretary~"
The sticky feeling on her hands, the fallen corpse in front of her, and the familiar person with an unknown smile on her face made her feel like she was struck by lightning.
what did I do?
Chaos hit his mind, Yan stared at the blood dripping on his hands, his lips moved, and his lips and teeth trembled.
However, there was no room for her emotional breakdown at this scene.
"Yan, stop the high priest quickly!"
Nong Yu's voice almost broke. Yan subconsciously turned his head when he heard the voice and saw the high priest of Shushan leaving quickly.
She didn't respond.
"Yu Yuan seal!"
At this moment, Yan's expression was shocked, and he quickly flashed to catch up with the high priest.
…
"Hehehe, brother, you are going to die now."
At the top of the back mountain, the mountain ghost held the old priest's bright red staff in his hand and let out a sweet smile.
"We are both in the realm of gods and humans, but you were actually influenced by the outside world twice during the battle. The last time, you even tried to support others. Tsk, tsk, tsk~"
Purple flames burst out from her hands, she broke the red staff and threw it off the cliff.
The old priest was leaning on the usual big rock, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth and a depressed expression, "Ahem, mean, despicable~"
"Hmm~" Shan Gui caressed his face with one hand and let out a deep groan, charming and ecstatic, "That's a good compliment. Brother, please say a few more words."
Although Shan Gui talks a lot, she is a character who understands that bad people die by talking too much. While teasing the old priest, she is already planning a fatal blow.
"Huh? No more talking. Alas, I actually like your personality, brother. It's a pity..."
"Old guy, you'd better die."
As soon as the Mountain Ghost's killing move was unleashed, the ground was shaken by thousands of waves, and the muddy mud flow was also mixed with terrifying soul resentment.
The old priest flew up upside down and hid behind the big stone, temporarily disappearing from the mountain ghost's sight.
The mountain ghost sneered, and the rolling turbid current carried the internal energy and instantly smashed the big stone into pieces.
When the stone broke into countless pieces, golden-red light shined from it.
"What?"
The old priest showed his figure from behind, his hands in strange postures, and under his white eyebrows, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
These red staffs are not of special taste, but because the staffs are made from branches of the sacred hibiscus tree.
The bright red staff belonged to the old priest himself. And the one sealed in the stone came from his teacher.
After masters of the heaven and human realm are defeated, they will give back to the world what they have learned throughout their lives. For thousands of years, every retired high priest in Shushan will come to practice under the Fuso tree, and finally return everything to nature here.
The staff that has been with me for half my life was taken from the sacred tree and finally returned to the sacred tree. This can also be regarded as a kind of offering.
This golden-red staff appeared, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly became active several times, and the spell laid down by the old priest was immediately activated.
"The spirit of vast mountains and rivers is the beginning of Xuan Yuan.
Let the long wind patrol, drive the dragon rain and scatter the dust.
The long chariot rides on the dragon boat with thunder, and the golden feathers rest on the fusang.
At this time, cloud flags are flying in the sky, and the clouds are about to come out of the east."
A sacrificial song praising the sacred tree Fusang and the sacred bird Golden Crow was sung from the mouth of the old priest. In conjunction with his dance, it inspired the magic formation and became so powerful that it was unparalleled in the world.
"The Formation of Annihilation, Jin Yan Burns Evil, opens the formation."