Chapter nine hundred and eighty fourth bloodline to return to the ancestors
"Brother Luo, Miss Hongyao, if there are no problems, we can start!"
Wu Ming walked around the flower bed twice, but couldn't see any skills. In fact, he was not proficient in formations, and this flower bed was obviously prepared by Chi Qingping for himself. He got it from "The Magical Art of Wedding Clothes" and cooperated with the method of "transplanting flowers and grafting trees".
The secret formation method of magic.
Not surprisingly, the "Marriage Clothes Magic Skill" is a supreme skill at the scripture level. Even if you have the talent, it is difficult to see the clues in a short period of time.
Luo Wuhua is a true successor of Taoism. He practices Taishang Wangqing, but he has a profound knowledge of Taoism. Although he cannot master it, he has secret records and experience in hand. He can observe and practice it and get twice the result with half the effort. In such a short time, he can
Find out some of the essence.
I discussed it with Drunkard, a former semi-saint, but found no problem.
"No wonder you are still able to thrive until now with your trouble-making temperament. This delicate and cautious nature alone puts many of your seniors to shame!"
Chi Qingping looked at Wu Ming coldly and laughed at herself, "I have fallen into this situation at my own fault. I am lucky to have survived. There is no need to waste time and torture an old woman like me. This is a great turnaround."
Formation, you can extract the blood and holy path from my body, and transfer them to Hong Yao through the art of transplanting flowers and grafting trees!"
"Go ahead, you have two friends holding the battle for you, so even if there are problems, it's nothing to worry about!"
The drunkard said it lightly, but there was strong confidence in his single eye, which was the confidence given to him by seeing death as if he were at home.
"Thank you, Master, for helping me!"
Chi Hongyao bowed her head and sat on the edge of the flower bed.
"Let's get started!"
Luo Wuhua looked around to make sure it was correct. According to the unique handprint recorded in the secret record, he pointed at the edge of the flower bed, where there was a cluster of flower-like patterns.
Buzz!
As the seal formula transformed by the true essence was integrated into it, the bright brilliance disappeared in a flash, and the entire flower bed buzzed, and immediately swallowed up thousands of rays of light, just like a sea of colorful flowers blooming, competing to release the most dazzling side.
"throat!"
Chi Qingping trembled obviously, her face suddenly turned as white as paper, but she held on and did not fall down.
Wow!
Thousands of flower shadows around the flower bed seemed to come alive, stretching out their charming and colorful flower branches. When all the flowers bloomed, the entire flower bed was lifted up by the endless aura of heaven and earth, just like a potted plant magnified countless times.
It is filled with flowers that defy the natural laws of growth.
"It should be no problem, this is indeed a wave of reversal formation!"
Thousands of flower shadows were reflected in Luo Wuhua's eyes, but what he saw were invisible streams of light, flowing endlessly in strange ways.
Before he finished speaking, all the flower shadows shrank slowly at a speed invisible to the naked eye. They did not wither, but seemed to go against the trend of growth, or like phantoms turning upside down.
After just a short cup of tea, I saw the flower shadow shrinking in a circle, and two figures inside were vaguely visible. The difference was that Chi Qingping's aura had obviously dropped by one point, while Chi Hongyao's aura had already risen to the second level.
The peak of Yangshen.
"Yuan Shen!"
Wu Ming's pupils shrank, staring at the looming shadow of a girl behind Chi Hongyao.
The shadowy figure is holding a lotus in its hand, shy and timid, like a young bird looking out to the vast world, with an instinct of fear of unfamiliar spaces, which makes people feel endless pity.
But the seemingly non-threatening shadow actually exudes a heart-stopping majestic pressure, as if it can suppress everything just by opening your eyes.
Strong people like Luo Wuhua and Wu Ming, when they saw the girl's shadow, they felt that they were in a sea of flowers and couldn't get out. This was due to the influence of the will of Chi Hongyao's soul.
Originally, the ability of Chi Hongyao would not affect the two of them, but now it is another matter to use the original holy path of Chi Qingping, a semi-saint, to condense the soul and lay the foundation of his own holy path!
Even so, it only took a moment for the two of them to get rid of the influence. Even Qingzhu returned to normal after about ten breaths, but carefully backed away from the drunkard for a distance.
"Hongyao, I didn't expect that our master and disciple would still reach this point!"
At this moment, Chi Qingping, whose aura continued to decrease, suddenly sighed quietly, her voice as cold and stern as a life-seeking ghost crawling out of the netherworld of hell.
"not good!"
Luo Wuhua's expression changed, but her shoulders shook slightly, and she could no longer move at all.
Tsk!
Countless tiny vines slithered out from under the feet like snakes, and thousands of flower shadows scattered on the flower bed also stretched out their branches and vines, forming a large net of grass and trees, covering everyone, even the green bamboos that retreated a distance
and drunkards are also within the coverage of the array.
"You really did have a hand!"
Chi Hongyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a look of pain and discomfort flashed across her pretty face. The shadow of the girl behind her trembled sharply, as if she would collapse at any time.
"This place was originally built for me to retreat into seclusion. The formation that pulls the flower slave pillar is also the last line of defense. Once there is an abnormality, it will be reversed and inject power into my body to help me consolidate the holy path. Now
...But it will be wasted on detoxification!"
Chi Qingping smiled coldly, and with a chilling gaze, he glanced at the people who could not move through the thousands of flower shadows, and said with a strange smile, "Don't worry, good disciple, because you don't want to harm my master's life, I will also stay."
You live, but they..."
Although she hasn't finished speaking, everyone knows what will happen to them once this poisonous woman recovers.
"It seems that the blood pill was made by the poisonous ghost of the Southern Wei Dynasty!"
Wu Ming tried to struggle for a while, but although he couldn't get out of the trap, there was no look of panic on his face.
"Do you know Poison Ghost? I heard that you have a relationship with Li Donghu, a true disciple of Yaowang Valley. It seems true, but based on his experience, he should not be able to recognize Poison Ghost's special techniques!"
Chi Qingping's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she sneered secretly, "But what if you recognize it? Back then, you borrowed the hands of the Holy Lord to refine the Blood Poison Pill, but you didn't expect that the Holy Lord had already taken precautions and ordered me to wait.
Shall we learn how to restrain or eliminate blood poison pills?"
"That one is indeed amazing. As a daughter, she manipulated the powerful men of the Middle Tang Dynasty into the palm of her hands, and even plotted against the best swordsman in the world."
Wu Ming nodded, half-smiling but not smiling, "But haven't you noticed that this poison is not that poison?"
"Hmph, you are trying to be mysterious. Although my mind has been damaged by its holy will, my sense of the holy path is still there. This blood poison can corrode my holy path energy and blood. There is nothing wrong with it. Otherwise, how could I lose to a useless person?"
Chi Qingping sneered again and again, the light and shadow around her body flashed, and the eight-desolate demon-binding rope made a clattering sound, and the demon-suppressing nail was pulled out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the other hand, even though Chi Hongyao tried his best to stabilize himself, the girl's shadow floated uncontrollably towards Chi Qingping, like a stretched cloth scroll, it was extremely weird!
"It seems that the hidden cultivator is currently trying his best to break through and has no time to tell you that the poison I gave to the children of the royal family of the Middle Tang Dynasty is not exactly the same as the Blood Poison Pill!"
Wu Ming smiled mysteriously and flicked his right wrist. In the swirling gray mist, a miniature colorful dragon poked its head out and opened its mouth to swallow Chi Qingping.
"Poisonous Dragon King!"
Chi Qingping's complexion changed slightly, and she felt uneasy. She forced herself to calm down and said, "How can a mere emperor-level evil creature shake the way of this semi-saint?"
"If you were in your heyday, of course it would be impossible, but now..."
Wu Mingyin smiled thoughtfully.
"Poisonous woman, suffer death!"
The drunkard who seemed to be having a flashback before, with only one breath left, suddenly had his hair and beard spread out, and a light flashed in his single eye. The majestic sword intention that had swept across the entire secret room once again condensed into a bright sword light at the center of his eyebrows.
"How is that possible? You should..."
Chi Qingping was shocked and turned pale, causing the flower shadows around her to tremble. It seemed that the power of the formation on the flower bed was being rolled back, and she was busy using her spiritual consciousness to resist.
Affected by this, the surrounding blockade force seems to have weakened a bit.
"snort!"
Wu Ming gave a cold look, made the secret formula in his hand, and pointed his fingers like electricity.
There was a crashing sound, and the eight demon-binding ropes shrank again. The eight demon-suppressing nails sank even further, and the bloody runes on them shone strangely.
"ah!"
Almost at the same time, the divine sword light penetrated into the center of Chi Qingping's eyebrows, and she suddenly saw her face distorted, wailing like a ghost, lying back, but was restrained in place by the formation and the demon-binding rope.
"Ahem, I said, save your breath just to deal with a poisonous woman like you!"
The alcoholic's aura suddenly dropped again and again, and the already dry upper body suddenly curled up like a baby, like some shriveled oranges, losing all moisture, and the gray hair on his head also turned gray, and no longer showed any vitality.
"Hahaha, you are cruel, but even so, you think that with her mere grand master cultivation, she can absorb my semi-holy demon bloodline? It is simply a wishful thinking!"
Chi Qingping vomited blood, and most of her black hair turned white, which was visible to the naked eye. What was especially terrifying was that countless snake-like lines appeared on her face, making her look extremely ferocious. An invisible force pulled her hair away.
It kept blowing and dancing like a flower composed of thousands of venomous snakes blooming, "Ignorant child, relying on mere tricks, you want to plot against me. Let me show you what the power of blood is!"
"No, she wants to inspire the power of the Heavenly Demon and the Flower Lady, and use her holy path to stimulate her bloodline to return to her ancestors!"
Luo Wuhua was surprised.
"You are a stubborn, half-saint, but you still can't see why I haven't fully activated the power of the Blood Poison Pill until now?"
Wu Ming sneered and shook his right wrist.
With a soft popping sound, the poisonous dragon emperor turned into colorful clouds and surged toward the flower bed.
"How can a mere emperor-level monster break my formation?"
Chi Qingping smiled disdainfully, then froze in the next moment.
Bang!
But I saw a light bead the size of a dragon's eye flying out of the clouds. It swelled up in the wind and instantly turned into the size of a fist. It hit the thousands of flower shadows spreading around the flower bed. It was easily broken open and at the same time, it started to spin and fall on the ground.
Chi Qingping's head.
"Dragon Vein Spirit Pearl, this treasure should belong to me. Together with the evil bloodline, it is enough to lay the foundation of the supreme holy path for me!"
Chi Qingping was overjoyed and activated her bloodline like crazy.
But his appearance transformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A head full of snake-like squirming hair formed a crown of petals. His figure also doubled in height, and his legs suddenly condensed into a vine-like rhizome, which took deep roots.
In the flower bed.
"idiot!"
Wu Ming shook his head disdainfully.
roar!
Dragon chants stirred in the colorful gray mist, and as the Dragon Vein Spirit Pearl appeared on the altar in a flash, it enveloped Chi Qingping's whole body, making bursts of horrifying hissing sounds. (To be continued)