Chapter 463: Dual in the mirror, damn the ghost baby!
What?!
The baby, who was less than a foot long and covered in filth, screamed and ran out. The scream was like a demonic sound filling the ears, causing the eardrums of everyone who listened to it to tingle.
Not to mention all the disciples outside the temple, even Lu Qingting, who used his magic power to dodge and draw his sword to kill, felt his vision go dark and almost fell to the ground.
"Not like a kind person!"
After being slightly stunned, Yang Yu's face darkened, he exerted force with one step, broke through the raging wind and dust, and chased away. At the same time, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, prompting Tongyou.
【ulterior motive】
[Fate: Fragments of the Book of the Underworld]
[Fate number: three purple, three gold, three red, two green]
[The remaining pages of the book of the underworld (pure purple), paired in the mirror (dark purple), born with spiritual wisdom (light purple), possessed of a ghost (dark gold), born with demonic nature (light gold), do not allow strangers to enter (light gold),
The anger will be repaid (dark red), the anger will be small (dark red), the anger will be hidden (dark red), the knowledge is broad (light green), neither death nor life (light green)]
Fragments of the Hades Book?
Possessed by a ghost?
Double supernatural powers?
[Make a double by looking in the mirror: Anyone who has a broken page from the Book of the Underworld can turn into a double by looking in a mirror, and the resulting shadow can rival the original body during a cup of tea]
"The Book of the Underworld turns into a human being?!"
Looking at his various fates at a glance, Yang Yu felt shocked and suddenly realized.
No wonder this monster came to the door in a majestic manner, but seemed so vulnerable. However, it turned out that its magical power was based on the broken pages of the book of the underworld, reflecting the sloppy Taoist!
And he is not a sloppy Taoist!
Therefore, his magical power failed and he had no martial arts skills, so he was defeated by one blow.
boom!
In the flash of lightning in his mind, Yang Yu heard a sound of thunder, no, the sound of swords!
"evil creature!"
Mr. Lin Er stepped forward and scolded lightly, but it was louder than thunder.
In this instant, his momentum changed tremendously. In everyone's reaction, he seemed to have turned into a sword!
The sharp sword!
Bang!
Like beads falling on a jade plate, gold and jade clashing, this is the sound of drawing a sword.
The sound of the sword rose sharply, and it was a sword light that was so intense that it was beyond anyone's imagination!
The sword light surged like a waterfall and stung everyone who was watching. Lu Qingting's heart skipped a beat:
"Seven Tribulations Sword Technique!"
Zheng!
When the sound of the sword sounded, the sky of a hundred feet turned into a river and lake, and the sword light passed by, seeming to collect all the air currents and winds in a radius of a hundred feet.
It turns into a cold light, like a meteor, like a rainbow, like thunder...
In less than an instant, he had already crossed the entire square and halfway up the mountain road, and was heading towards the ghost fetus who was trying his best to escape and seemed to be extremely frightened.
Seven Tribulations Sword Technique!
Mr. Lin Er was furious and fired his sword. The flash of brilliance made Yang Yu couldn't help but look sideways. Long Yuan's sword, which had been dormant for half a year in the Cauldron of Gluttony, suddenly jumped up and moved out two feet.
"ah!"
Facing such a sword, the ghost baby seemed to be greatly frightened. Just before he was about to be hit by the cold light, a crane suddenly flashed across the sky.
Accompanying the hurricane is Leng Heng:
"Stop screaming, your mother has been eaten long ago! With your little brain, you want to drag this girl into the water? Haha..."
The white crane flies through the sky and rises to a very high altitude.
"Here comes another one..."
Lin Er frowned slightly, but he had no regrets about using his sword. Even if someone wanted to fight Buddha Yinyue, they would not let him withdraw his sword.
"Mom, you are so cruel!"
The wailing sound echoed up and down the Hanging Mountain. The sound was sad and the listeners shed tears, but in an instant, the magic sound exploded on its own.
A bronze mirror suddenly rose, and a cold light shone in it:
"Lin Er, born in..."
laugh!
Mr. Lin Er's eyelids trembled slightly, his sword moved like a dragon and snake, avoiding the sudden appearance of the bright mirror by a hair, and pierced somewhere in the void.
"Trying the same old tricks again? Who do you think you are?"
"ah!"
The bright mirror shattered and turned into flowing light, black blood dripped from the void, and the ghost fetus roared and used its magical power again:
"Yang Prison, born in..."
Before he could utter the words, his eyes suddenly went dark.
A hand big enough to cover him suddenly appeared, shattering the air currents and wind, and plunged straight into the void, with its glowing fingers flexing, stretching, and pinching.
Amid the sharp screams, he tightly grasped it in his palms!
Snapped!
This palm was so powerful that the ghost baby's eyes bulged, and the blood in his body and his eyes were almost squeezed out!
I couldn't help but scream, but it was only one sound, and even my whimpering was almost silenced.
"Huh?"
Yang Yu flicked his sleeves to suppress the air waves around him, and looked at the ghost baby in his hand in surprise.
How strong is he now?
This squeeze, although not with full force, could crush ten forged black iron into mud, but this ghost, although it looked like it was about to die, it endured and survived.
This monster's structure was astonishing. Even Lin Er's stab with the Seven Tribulations Sword didn't even scratch his core. In fact, the wound no longer bled.
"call!"
Seeing this scene, Lu Qingting breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but look up to the sky, where there was a white crane soaring very high.
But you can faintly see a purple dress flying around.
"Such a ferocious boxing technique, seems to be the Overlord Fist? Who are you? The Little Overlord 'Qi Daoguang'? Or the Little Overlord 'Yilong'?"
The crisp voice fell with the wind, which contained extremely strong spirit. Yang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be able to see a girl in purple swaying her folding fan, with bright eyes and white teeth.
"No, no. You look like a rising star in Longyuandao. What is your name? Yang Beheaded?!"
"Pity Life Cult?"
When Yang Yu opened his mouth, his voice was not loud, but it could be heard for several miles, even if the cold wind blew it away.
"Want to take action?"
Laughter came from high in the sky, and the white crane fluttered its wings and flew away:
"Let's first think about how to deal with the 'Seven Hanging Sons'! Where are the seven great masters..."
Huhu~
The white crane gradually moved away, but Mr. Lin Er and others slowly approached.
"Ancestor..."
Lu Qingting's face tightened slightly, and he looked at Yang Yu with worried eyes.
The fundamental reason why some people think they are back in ancient times when they step into the fantasy world of immortals and demons is that everything in the fantasy world seems to be real.
After getting along with each other for half a year, he didn't even find a single falsehood. The ancestors were just as recorded in the daily notes.
This is why he thought many times that he traveled through time and came to the past.
"Master, it's time for me to go into seclusion, isn't it?"
The second-generation head of Xuankong Mountain, who was quite dignified and unsmiling, walked straight past and muttered to himself, his voice neither high nor low:
"I don't know when he will come out of isolation..."
"this……"
Lu Qingting was very close and could hear clearly, and couldn't help but look a little weird.
"Ouch! Senior brother, please check for me. My arm was injured before..."
"Really? Let me help you take a look..."
"I'm hungry. Let's get some vegetarian food to eat. Is anyone with us?"
"Go together, go together..."
Lin Er slowly walked into the Taoist temple. The Taoist priests behind him also understood and supported each other. They looked around him and dispersed one after another.
Not long after, only Yang Yu and Lu Qingting were left in the huge square, as well as the ghost baby who was pinched and rolled his eyes.
"Lin Er..."
Looking at the retreating figures of the Taoists, Yang Yu's expression was a little subtle.
The Taoist Lin Er in front of him does not have the memory and vision beyond the times, but he may have discovered the anomaly of his identity long ago...
"Ancestor Lin seems to be..."
Lu Qingting was thoughtful. After spending half a year together day and night, he had a deeper understanding of these ancestors.
According to common sense, if you find that your ancestor has been impersonated, you should never react like this, unless it is...
[Record of a Sloppy Taoist Encountering Demons]
[Refining Node 1: Rising Dragon (Completed)]
[Income obtained from refining: Yin and Yang Wuji Kung Fu, Tai Chi Pure Yang Kung Fu, Ladder to Heaven]
As his thoughts swept over the Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu's heart became more and more subtle, but he never thought about it carefully, but looked at the dying ghost baby in his hand.
This ghost baby, less than a day old, is quite cunning. It seems that he will die at any time if his breath falls, but in fact, he has not harmed the fundamentals at all.
If it were someone else, and he didn't know his characteristics, he would have escaped if he wasn't careful.
Yang Yu has not forgotten that the ghost baby's destiny is to "hide when exposed to anger". In fact, as soon as he lets go, the ghost baby will escape without a trace.
"Master Yang..."
Lu Qingting was about to speak but stopped: "I don't know the Seven Tribulations Sword..."
"did not find."
Yang Prison gathered his thoughts.
"The trace of the ancestor is hard to find. This Seven Tribulations Sword..."
Lu Qingting had a headache.
Half a year has passed and there is no news of what I am looking for, which is a bit troublesome.
However, he had a calm temperament, and after a while he packed up his mood and was about to leave, but Yang Prison called him:
"Director Lu, if you don't have a clue, you might as well stay in Xuankong Mountain. You might get some unexpected surprises..."
"Um?"
Lu Qingting was slightly startled, not understanding what he meant.
Yang Yu smiled and said nothing. Before going down the mountain, he looked back at the Xuankong Temple with the door closed:
"Zhenzhen Zhang should still be at Xuankong Mountain!"
…
…
Huhu~
The white crane flapped its wings, tore through the sea of clouds, and landed among the mountains. Several masters of the Lian Sheng Cult were already waiting here.
"Senior sister, didn't the old woman catch up?"
The girl in pink clothes said, a little annoyed:
"I locked her limbs and spine with five chains. Why, why did she still run away?"
"She's dead."
Feng Wushuang got off the white crane, beating the folding fan in her hand, not taking it seriously:
"She has been dead for a few months. I can't blame you for this. The ghost's ability is unpredictable. If it were me, I might not be able to stop him."
"How many months have you been dead?"
The pink-clothed girl Yingli'er was shocked: "Why, how could he have been dead for several months?! Obviously..."
"Senior sister, is that ghost fetus possessed by a book of the underworld? He escaped, why aren't you worried?"
Several other people couldn't bear it anymore.
The Book of the Underworld is the most treasured treasure of the Underworld. Even if it is a fragment, its value is immeasurable. Even people like my mother have coveted it for thousands of years.
"Afraid? Why am I anxious? Anxious to hunt for treasure for that old witch?"
Feng Wushuang snorted softly.
She had never thought of taking away the remaining pages of the Book of Hell, a treasure that controlled life and death. If it fell into the hands of the old witch, would she still have a way to survive?
"this……"
Several people looked at each other, but they were unable to change their minds for the moment, and subconsciously wanted to carry out the task.
"Our goal has never been the Book of the Underworld. The treasure in this illusion is not just the Book of the Underworld."
Feng Wushuang smiled slightly:
"Zhang Suluo suppressed not only the Mingshu, but also a 'blood demon'!"
Six thousand words completed, good night everyone.