The sixth volume of the dance of demons 1391 blood-colored spar
When Liu Ming rescued Zhao Qianying, Motian and Qingling were still facing each other from afar.
"Haha, Ouyang Ming's sacrifice is not enough, are you going to sacrifice this little girl as well?" Mo Tian glanced at Zhao Qianying, who was saved by Liu Ming not far away, and said with a smile.
"This woman also has the power of the demon soul in her body, so she can naturally be used as a sacrifice. The more sacrifices there are, the greater the certainty of summoning the Hun Tian Mirror." Qing Ling said lightly.
Mo Tian chuckled, showing a noncommittal expression.
"Having said so much, I still don't know how to address you?" Qing Ling turned her eyes and asked.
"You can just call me Mo Tian." Mo Tian said with an expression on his face.
"It turns out to be fellow Daoist Motian. We all know your and my situation very well, so I won't say more. The barrier opened by my two puppets is far inferior to the divine thunder barrier. You and I will continue to fight.
Go down, I'm afraid that the man has been attracted before summoning the Huntian Mirror." Qing Ling glanced at Motian's half body and said lightly.
"Your Excellency, you might as well speak frankly." Mo Tian heard this and said in a deep voice.
"In the final analysis, our goal is the Hun Tian Mirror. At this moment, the treasure has not appeared yet, so it is unwise for you and me to fight here. I have a suggestion, why don't you and I work together to summon the Hun Tian Mirror first, and then
How about each competing based on their abilities?" Qing Ling suggested.
When Mo Tian heard this, a look of deep thought appeared on his face, and his eyes flashed slightly.
Qing Ling didn't say anything to urge her, she just waited quietly.
After a moment, Motian sighed softly, nodded and said:
"Fellow Taoist Qingling's words make sense, so you and I should give up fighting for the time being."
"In this case, it will be a long night and a lot of dreams, so let's get started."
When Qing Ling saw that Mo Tian agreed, there was a hint of joy on her face. With a wave of one hand, the blood ball transformed by Ouyang Ming flashed and flew to the sky above the blood cloud transformed by the blood-red heart. Then she looked at Liu Minghe with cold eyes.
Zhao Qianying took a look and said:
"With three sacrifices, we should be more than 60% sure of summoning the Huntian Mirror."
Zhao Qianying was able to regain her consciousness at this moment. When she heard Qing Ling's words, her pretty face turned pale.
Not to mention that she was seriously injured at the moment, and her magic power was only less than 10%. Even at her peak state, she was no match for Qing Ling and Mo Tian. When she thought of this, she couldn't help but look at Liu Ming beside her.
Liu Ming's eyes flashed, and he did not look at Qing Ling, but at Motian.
Although Motian had his back to Liu Ming and the two of them, he could clearly feel Liu Ming's gaze, and suddenly laughed and said:
"Fellow Daoist Qingling has misunderstood. Although this Daoist Liu also has some demonic soul power in his body, he is not the sacrifice I prepared. As for the little girl, although she is also possessed by some demonic souls, she is not pure. I also
There is another way to summon the Hun Tian Mirror."
Qing Ling was startled, with a hint of surprise on her face.
Motian didn't explain much, and muttered something. The gray-white light of the Huntian Monument in front of him dimmed, revealing the black and white body of the monument.
However, at this moment, the monument has undergone changes compared to usual. A faint blood red appears in the center of the black and white monument, which is vaguely similar to the blood cloud in front.
Qing Ling's eyes fell on the Huntian Monument, a strange color flashed deep in his eyes, and then he smiled lightly and said:
"So that's it. Fellow Taoist actually has such a treasure. It seems that we have already made preparations for the Hun Tian Mirror. In that case, let's get started."
After saying that, Qing Ling waved his hand and took out a black jade bottle. In a flash, a black and red object flew out from it and flew into the blood ball transformed by Ouyang Ming.
The blood cell immediately changed, making a thunderous sound inside. The color turned from red to black, and soon turned into a black glow. Then in a flash, it condensed into the shape of a vortex funnel. The bottom of the vortex funnel was facing
Blood cloud below.
As Qing Ling muttered words, the bottom of the funnel became brighter and brighter, and streaks of bright black electric light emerged. This situation was somewhat similar to the huge vortex of black energy behind the golden ink barrier.
Seeing this scene, Mo Tian glanced at Qing Ling in surprise. As he uttered a low spell, he waved his hand and the Hun Tian Monument shot out and stopped not far from the black funnel.
The next moment, the black and white light on the monument's surface shone brightly, and at the same time, the blood-colored light spread quickly. In the blink of an eye, half of the Monument was enveloped in red light.
When Liu Ming and Zhao Qianying saw Mo Tian and Qing Ling's actions, their eyes showed surprise.
"Brother Liu, you seem to recognize the girl in green, and that Motian, who are they? I always feel that their purpose is not as simple as getting the treasure." Zhao Qianying's beautiful eyes flashed, her lips moved slightly, and she communicated with Liu
Mingjia Channel.
"I don't know either, but from the conversation between the two of them, it seems to be related to the reincarnation of the demon soul you mentioned before." Liu Ming immediately transmitted his guess and replied.
Qing Ling and Mo Tian are both reincarnations of demon souls, and they deliberately want to obtain the Hun Tian Mirror. It is obvious that they are hiding something important in their words.
What is happening on the ninth floor of the Demonic Abyss Tower is far beyond his expectation. What will happen next moment is beyond his ability to guess.
When he thought of this, Liu Ming felt a little regret in his heart, having stepped into this quagmire without knowing the importance of it.
But even if he wanted to leave, it was too late, so he could only take one step at a time.
At this moment, a change occurred in mid-air.
Crack!
A black electric light shot out from the bottom of the black funnel and landed on the blood-colored cloud.
The black electric light seemed to be in conflict with the blood cloud below. There was a crackling sound, and the black electric light dispersed a blood cloud, but it also dissipated itself.
A smile appeared on Qing Ling's face, and she seemed very satisfied with the situation.
Motian muttered words, and under the influence of his magic power, the blood-colored light of the Huntian Monument became brighter and brighter. It actually merged with the original black and white light of the Huntian Monument, turning into a strange color of chaos.
A dim light flashed in his eyes, he stopped speaking the curse, waved his arm, and a ball of chaotic flames fell from the Monument of Heaven and fell into the blood cloud.
Tsk!
The large blood cloud dissipated into nothingness under the burning flames of chaos.
Qing Ling and Mo Tian looked at each other and nodded. The two of them continued to activate the secret method. Black electric light and chaotic flames flew down and bombarded the blood-colored clouds.
The blood-colored cloud was originally tens of feet in size. After a moment, most of it was scattered by lightning and fire, leaving only a dozen feet in size. Things in the blood cloud were gradually revealed.
In the distance, a purple light flashed in Liu Ming's eyes, and his vision penetrated some of the remaining blood clouds. When he saw it, his face suddenly became startled.
The huge heart in the blood cloud actually lost its flesh color and turned into a huge heart-shaped blood-colored spar, which was translucent. Inside the spar was a small white mirror about the size of a foot.
"That's the Huntian Mirror..." Liu Ming's eyes lit up and he secretly guessed in his heart.
Motian and Qingling obviously also saw the small white mirror, with a hint of fanaticism on their faces, and they activated the secret technique even more carefully.
Rumble!
A series of black electric rays and chaotic flames rained down on the remaining blood cloud, quickly dispersing the last bit of blood cloud, completely revealing the huge heart-shaped crystal inside.
Qing Ling and Mo Tian suddenly breathed heavily, and looked at each other with a faint hint of hostility. The two of them invariably shone brightly, and tried their best to use the secret magic weapon in their hands.
Qing Ling recited a spell in his mouth, waved his hands, and black lights flew out from his palms and disappeared into the black funnel in mid-air.
The black funnel suddenly swelled several times in size, and the black electric light at the bottom shone brightly, becoming several times brighter.
Immediately afterwards, Qing Ling stroked the wrist of the other arm with one finger, and a blood arrow shot out from it and sank into the black funnel.
The black electric light at the bottom of the funnel exploded again, and with a roar, a black electric dragon several feet long suddenly flew out. The electric light flashed and pounced on the heart of the spar.
The Thunder Dragon opened its mouth and spit out a black lightning ball the size of a human head, with black lightning swirling around it, and it struck the blood-colored crystal.
The blood-colored crystal made a muffled sound and shook violently a few times, but it did not break.
Qing Ling's eyes flashed, and then he hummed softly, waving his hand and shooting out a series of black light spells. The body of the black electric dragon faintly grew a little bigger, and it opened up and sprayed out thunderballs, bombarding towards the blood-colored crystals.
At the same time, spells came out from Motian's mouth. Unexpectedly, the Huntian Monument had doubled in size. Its surface shone brightly, and a huge blue animal head pattern appeared.
This beast looks like an ape, with a green face and fangs, and blood-red eyes. It looks very eye-catching, but the most peculiar thing is that there is a huge vertical eye between its eyebrows, with chaotic light shining inside.
Motian shouted in his mouth, waved his hand and cast a spell. The beast's head flashed with light, and the third eye between the eyebrows immediately opened wide. A dazzling beam of light shot out and hit the blood-colored crystal hard.
The blood-colored crystal shook violently, and it was clear that this beam of light contained extremely powerful power.
Click!
A crack finally appeared on the surface of the crystal. Although it was only about a foot long, it was extremely conspicuous at this moment.
Seeing this, Qing Ling suddenly turned around and glanced at Mo Tian. After a sharp look in his eyes, he continued to mutter something. Then he opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of black air. In the black air, there was a black bead with holes on it.
The orifices were arranged, and it turned out to be her true elixir.
The black true elixir merged into the body of the black electric dragon in a flash.
There was a loud crackling sound!
The black electric dragon's whole body suddenly emitted electric light, its size suddenly increased several times, and black scales appeared on its body, as if it were a living creature.
The black thunder dragon twisted its body and suddenly disappeared in mid-air. The next moment, it suddenly appeared next to the blood-colored crystal. At this moment, its body had grown to more than twenty feet, and it was wrapped around the blood-colored crystal.
The two eyes of the thunder dragon flashed with black light, and shot out two dazzling black lightning bolts, like two thunder and lightning swords, piercing the blood-colored crystal stone.
Click!
Another crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the blood-colored crystal.