Volume 1: Abandoned Land Chapter 106: Six Fingers Demon Lord
As Yu Chuanhua sprayed out a puff of blood mist, the originally simple paper man seemed to be covered with a layer of blood gauze, and instantly became plump. He held two yellow paper spiritual knives in his hands, and his empty eyes had two more eyes.
Blood pupil.
One of the paper figures twisted its body and jumped precariously to the bow of the ship. Like a puppet on strings, it fearlessly slashed at the real and fake demons flying around.
The other paper man's spiritual eyes flashed slightly, looked around, and landed at the stern of the ship. As the paper knife rose and fell, there was only a "boom" sound, and the ferocious monster that was attacking was cut in half and turned into turbid air.
Disappeared without a trace.
"Roar!"
Seeing this scene, the demons and beasts that were fighting seemed to have been provoked. With roars, dozens of demons pounced in the direction of the two paper figures, with sharp teeth as long as an adult's little finger.
He bit down hard on the paper man's neck.
Facing the illusion that was both real and fake before him, the paper man's blood-stained eyes flashed uncertainly, and he seemed to be able to easily distinguish the real from the fake.
"Qiang!"
The crystal red light flashed slightly between the paper man's neck, and a sound of gold and iron was heard from the two. With a slight wave of the paper knife, the tiger-headed monster was literally broken at the waist as if it were made of paper.
The two paper figures seem to be weak, but they are extremely powerful. They seem to have natural restraint against the phantoms in front of them, and they are invincible with the blood-colored gauze clothes around them and the paper knives in their hands.
At the same time that Yu Chuanhua took action, the woman in black skirt was not idle either. She glanced at the two paper figures controlled by Yu Chuanhua with her beautiful eyes, and then moved her gaze to the phantoms of monsters and beasts all around her. She spoke softly at the corner of her mouth.
With a hook, he stroked the black dharma skirt on his body, pulled hard, and threw it directly into the void. The black light surged around him and spread out rapidly.
Ten feet above the spirit boat, the black skirt turned into a curtain of more than thirty feet in size. The golden light on it was faint, reflecting an indestructible golden luster. At the same time, as the woman's mouth uttered several strange notes, the black skirt
Above it, a shadowy figure with a tiger's head and two wings appeared faintly.
At the moment when this phantom appeared, the phantoms of demon souls that were swarming around seemed to be disturbed, and they fled to both sides, while the demon spirits that were originally fighting with these demon souls were stunned.
Down, he rushed towards the direction of the phantom, looking determined to fight to the death.
The sky and the earth are vast and chaotic.
On one side, the purple sun hangs in the sky and black clouds surge; on the other side, the bloody sun is vast and the Holy Spirit is like a mountain.
The two worlds are both true and false, encompassing the entire Jicheng City. It seems that between heaven and earth there are only the boundless Liudan River in front of you and the Liuzhi Mountain as far as the eye can see.
The center of the two worlds happened to be in the direction where Kong Laosan and others were sailing.
One purple and one red, along the Liudan River, two completely different worlds were divided on the left and right. Demonic spirits and beasts were like a tsunami, turning the two worlds in front of them into an ancient battlefield.
Kong Laosan and the others were immersed in their minds, and the power of their spiritual thoughts swarmed out from the center of their eyebrows, pouring into the magic circle around the Demon Bone Spirit Boat. At the same time, they kept their minds tight and completely abandoned the interference from the outside world. However, from Kong Laosan
Judging from the tense brows of others, it is obviously not easy to control this demon bone spirit boat.
"If Mr. Yu is not mistaken, this Dharma skirt of Fellow Daoist Red should be made from the skin of monster beasts, right?"
Yu Chuanhua's eyes flashed on the side, and he seemed to ask a question casually.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Yu noticed it?"
The woman spoke softly, but did not deny it.
"I wonder what kind of monster skin it is? Can the souls of hundreds of beasts be transformed with just one residual soul?"
Hearing what the woman said, Yu Chuanhua chuckled, and asked a question with some persistence.
"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Yu to be so interested in personal clothes. Unfortunately, I really like this Dharma skirt and I really can't give it to Fellow Daoist!"
The woman surnamed Hong glanced at Yu Chuanhua, covered her lips and smiled softly, and said something as if she didn't care.
Hearing this, Yu Chuanhua didn't care, but continued with profound meaning, "Thirty thousand years ago, it was said that there was a Yinbiao clan among the Ten Thousand Monsters. This Yinbiao clan was originally just an inconspicuous small clan among the Ten Thousand Monsters.
, but when the demonic calamity came, an astonishingly talented "Six-fingered Demon King" appeared. This demon king was so powerful that he fought fiercely with the Holy Spirit of the Demon Realm here, and actually killed a hundred thousand demons with his own power.
In the end, he died, but he was also remembered by thousands of demons. This is also the true origin of Liuzhi Mountain's flow of rivers!"
Speaking of this, Yu Chuanhua looked in the direction of the woman surnamed Hong, with a strange color in his eyes, "Although this six-fingered demon king is extremely powerful, he has a withdrawn temperament. It is said that he was bullied by the tribe when he was young. He has achieved success in cultivation."
After that, he wanted to slaughter his own clan. If his only mother hadn't fought to the death for him, I'm afraid the Yinbiao clan would have been gone from the Ten Thousand Monsters clan."
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Hearing this, the woman surnamed Hong interrupted Yu Chuanhua directly. Her tone was no longer as calm as before, and a storm was brewing faintly.
"Oh, the most important bloodline inherited by the demon clan. The six-fingered demon king died here. As a member of the Yinbiao clan, aren't you here to retrieve the bloodline inheritance of the six-fingered demon king?"
"Fellow Daoist Yu is quite shrewd, but this time he guessed wrong. The Holy Spirit in the demon clan who can transform into human form must at least reach the seventh level of strength, which is equivalent to the ancestor of our human race who has just entered the golden elixir realm. If
If I have such strength, I’m afraid I won’t be able to come here!”
The woman surnamed Hong shook her head and said indifferently.
"Fellow Taoist, this is just to deceive other people. When Yu was a child, he lived in the demon clan and stayed outside for a long time. Although the demon clan can only open spirits after the seventh level, there are also some special existences. Here is
Not much to say. What’s more, the Yin Biao clan will never let the corpses of the clan wander outside. Except for the Yin Biao clan, if outsiders want to use the Yin Biao clan’s demon body and soul to refine magic weapons, that will definitely result in death.
, Now that the human race is weak, it is impossible for anyone to do this!"
At this moment, the surrounding atmosphere was a little tense. As soon as Yu Chuanhua finished speaking, the woman surnamed Hong took two steps forward without leaving any trace. There was no trace of any strange color on her face. At this moment, a small hand pulled her away without leaving any trace.
He pulled the woman's clothes, shook his head, and gave a slight salute in the direction of Yu Chuanhua, "We just want to get back our clan's things. If seniors can"
"Haha, I think you may have misunderstood what Yu meant. Whether you are a human or a demon, it makes no difference to me. I can even help you obtain the inheritance of the demon clan. I have only one request."
Speaking of this, Yu Chuanhua glanced at Kong Laosan and others who were trying their best to control the Demon Bone Spirit Boat. As his lips moved, a vague sound condensed into a line and fell in the ears of the two of them very clearly.
After a full quarter of an hour, the two sides seemed to have completed their discussions. Yu Juanhua nodded with great satisfaction and said, "When you get the inheritance of the six-fingered demon king, don't forget the promise you just made!"
"Hmph, although my Yinbiao clan has long since declined, since I have agreed, there is no reason to go back on it. Of course, the premise is that fellow Taoists can reach Yinxiao Valley safely in seven years!"
The woman surnamed Hong said indifferently, her expression neither happy nor sad.
The speed of the demon bone spirit boat is not very fast, but for Kong Laosan who is driving the spirit boat, it has almost reached the limit. Controlling the spirit boat is obviously much more difficult than imagined. In addition to the need to pour a large amount of energy into the sail surface
In addition to the power of his spiritual thoughts, he also has to constantly resist the dark, bloodthirsty and brutal power from the Demon Bone Spirit Boat itself. Of course, for Kong Laosan, he also has to devote a lot of his mind to suppress the evil energy in his body.
The power of the curse.
Concentrating on three functions is already the limit that Kong Laosan can achieve.
As time goes by, the speed of the Demon Bone Spirit Boat is getting slower and slower. Just when Kong Laosan feels extremely strenuous and the three Ruan brothers have turned pale and the Taoist surnamed Zhuo is out of breath and panting, they are about a hundred meters away from the front of the Demon Bone Spirit Boat.
Zhang's place, the Liudan River, which was originally calm and calm, suddenly began to stir slowly.
In just half a cup of tea, it covered more than thirty miles in a row, roaring and moving, like the giant mouth of a sky-swallowing monster condensing into shape, sweeping towards the direction of Kong Laosan and others.
At the moment when this vortex condensed and took shape, the huge illusion that originally enveloped the entire Ji City was like a curtain, twisting and deforming. Regardless of the demons, monsters, or all things in the universe, including the Purple Sun Blood Sun, they were all swallowed up by the vortex.
Seeing this scene, Yu Chuanhua's expression changed drastically, but before he could take any action, the Taoist surnamed Zhuo, who had been on high alert due to the death of his Taoist companion, had already flown up and fled madly towards the way he came from. His face was pale and he had completely forgotten.