The blood shadow appeared in front of Long Xiaoshan in an instant and punched him.
The fist wind is accompanied by a pungent fishy smell, which is extremely domineering.
Long Xiaoshan punched him without hesitation.
Bang!
He stepped back seven or eight steps before he stood firm. His arms were extremely sore and numb. Long Xiaoshan's eyes shrank. Although he was in normal condition just now, he did not use the Blood Demon Sutra, but his true energy was also used, comparable to the eighth-level great spirit.
The master could not defeat a blood shadow condensed by evil spirits.
call!
With thoughts, blood shadow pounced on him again.
Let Long Xiaoshan stop hesitating and immediately draw out the tiger soul sword and slash it over, chi!
The blood shadow staggered in the air, and suddenly a golden line appeared on his body, which then cracked and turned into a large amount of blood evil energy.
"Um?"
The Ghost and Ming Ancestor paused for a moment, and his eyes were filled with glimmer of light.
He just released the bleeding shadow, and then he carried his hands on his back, looking calm, because this blood shadow was not transformed by a simple blood evil spirit, but a magical skill that seized the heavens and fortunes. It is said that it was from the ancient ancestor of the Styx, refined by the refining of the ancient Ancestor of the Styx.
I have formed an external incarnation of unknown amount of blood, known as the Son of Blood.
Although it is completely incomparable to the clone of the 480 million blood god sons of the Patriarch of the Styx.
But it was also the existence of the Seismic Hidden Sect back then.
The Hidden Sect was killed and blood flowed into a river. The Ghost and Nether Ancestor even claimed to be the best in the world in the ghost realm. He gathered most of the demon sect forces in China, and even Kunlun, the best in the Taoist sect, was not taken seriously. As a result, the tree attracted the wind.
Finally, it attracted siege from Kunlun and Tianshidao.
Trapped by Kunlun's Four Sword Formation.
If it weren't for the Blood God Son who had used his life to practice, blocking most of the power of the Four Sword Formation and a wisp of residual soul escaped, he would have been destroyed by the Four Sword Formation.
Hundreds of years later, the ancestor Guiming fled back to Zhongzhou with a wisp of soul and seized the body of a son of a prince who died early in the ancient tomb to practice.
It took hundreds of years to finally return to the world.
Seeing that the recondensed Blood God Son was actually cut open by Long Xiaoshan with a knife.
Although it was obvious that the magic weapon in Long Xiaoshan's hand was extraordinary.
The face of the Ghost Ming Ancestor was still a little gloomy. Although the Blood God Son, who had been rebuilt for hundreds of years, has refined the blood of thousands of people over the past few hundred years, he did not dare to make a big fuss and attract the attention of the Taoist sects such as Kunlun.
Most of the blood refined are ordinary people. The condensed Blood God Son is much different from the Blood God Son who helped him block the Four Sword Formation back then.
The anger towards the old men of Taoism surged in my heart again.
When he recovers all his restoration, sooner or later he will kill Kunlun, Longhushan and other Taoist sects to make blood flow into a river, and no chicken or dog will be left behind.
The faint light jumped violently for a few times.
The Ghost and Nether Ancestor was still silent.
Although the power of the Blood God Son was 100,800 miles away from the peak of that year, it was not something that a mere land level junior could kill. It would take several troubles to subdue a junior, which made him a little annoyed.
The split Blood God Son instantly turned into two blood shadows, the same size and breath.
Swish!
Two blood god sons attacked Long Xiaoshan with great speed.
Long Xiaoshan's eyes shrank, and he cut open the Blood Shadow. Not only did he not weaken the Blood Shadow's breath, but instead made them split. After they split, they were no weaker than the breath of a Blood Shadow just now.
What the hell is this?
Long Xiaoshan didn't have time to thank him. The Blood God Son was too fast, so he couldn't be distracted.
The Tiger Soul Knife instantly swung a red sword light.
Wrap him all over.
Bang bang bang bang!
The blood shadow kept rushing towards the Long Xiaoshan from all directions, knocking the Long Xiaoshan continuously and moving. Although the tiger soul sword had flames and burning power, the blood shadow was not afraid of it.
In a blink of an eye, Long Xiaoshan was forced to retreat step by step.
The ancient tomb is not big, and Long Xiaoshan is forced into a corner.
There is no way out if you retreat.
Of course, Long Xiaoshan still has true energy, but true energy is his trump card.
Even if he uses it, he can't be the present.
Because the young man in the golden robe was still standing there and didn't move, but the blood shadow he used forced his trump card out, how could he play later?
Long Xiaoshan gritted his teeth.
The magical power in the acupoint was almost exhausted when dealing with the Black Nightmare Sword, so it was impossible to count on the Blood Demon Sutra.
Long Xiaoshan suddenly remembered a magical power.
It was obtained from the prayer wheel turner of the old monk Wudao back then. Although it was a broken technique, it was a supreme magical power. However, at that time, he had not practiced successfully because of his second soul and soul being condensed.
, condensed the magical flowers.
Only then did I have a new understanding of this magical power.
Although not used once.
But now he has to try it.
Long Xiaoshan suddenly put away his knife, closed his eyes, and pinched a solemn magic trick of treasure appearance.
The moment the sword light disappeared, the Blood God Son was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that he had not reacted to why Long Xiaoshan suddenly gave up resisting, but in a blink of an eye, he reacted and turned into two blood lines to slaughter him.
Two blood lines were about to penetrate Long Xiaoshan's body in an instant.
Suddenly, golden lights burst out from Long Xiaoshan, as if the reincarnation of a Buddhist monk. The golden light radiated out, which actually slowed down the speed of the two blood god sons and made a squeaking sound, which seemed to be extremely uncomfortable.
Buddha and demons are incompatible.
The Buddhist practices are obviously more effective than the Taoist sect in the way of the Blood God Son.
Even Gui Ming was shocked.
The Blood God Son was a life-long practiced object. He was exposed to the Buddha's light, which made Gui Ming feel very uncomfortable, as if he was stripped naked during the dog days and burned under the scorching sun.
"Damn it, why is this guy still a Buddhist practitioner?" Gui Ming's eyes were full of fire.
But he was the big devil of the Hidden Sect hundreds of years ago.
He is not the kind of demonic cultivator who makes small fuss. Not to mention a small Buddhist practitioner in Long Xiaoshan, he is a real Zen and Tantric master. He has never killed him back then.
The ghost light burst into the eyes of Guiming, and the two blood gods suddenly merged into one, swelled up, turning into a blood demon with two horns and heights of several feet. He stepped on the golden light of the Buddhist sect on Long Xiaoshan's body, and tried to slap it.
Long Xiaoshan stomped on.
The big feet slammed down, the earth was shaking, like Mount Tai was pressing against the top.
The golden light of Buddhism could not block the violent power of the blood demon, and the most evil aura was constantly melted.
The blood-colored foot, as big as a millstone, stepped on the top of Long Xiaoshan's head.
Suddenly I was there.
A golden palm held the Blood Demon's big feet, making him unable to make progress.
Above Long Xiaoshan, a golden arhat appeared. Unlike the gods in the soul world, this arhat is as solid as the essence, and can even see the mortal fetus with naked eyes.
The arhat's ears are hung on his shoulders, and the Vajra's eyes are angry.
The palm that held the blood demon's big feet suddenly closed, threw the blood demon to the ground, and threw it four or five times, and several huge holes collapsed on the ground.
Bang!
The huge body of the Blood Demon shattered into a large amount of blood mist, rolled back quickly, returned to Gui Ming's side, and condensed a blood shadow again.
"Dharma!"
Gui Ming was shocked and looked at the demon-subduing Arhat above Long Xiaoshan.