Zhenjun Siming didn't pay much attention to Qi Xuansu, or it could be said that the gods had thousands of thoughts. Just now, one of the thoughts was slightly targeted at Qi Xuansu, just like hitting a mosquito casually. It's best to kill it. It doesn't matter if you can't kill it. Si Mingzhenjun didn't pay much attention to Qi Xuansu.
Ming Zhenjun's main focus is still on Jinling Mansion.
He went through all kinds of hardships to come to the world, of course not to show off his prestige, nor to become an enemy of the Taoist sect, but to strengthen himself through blood sacrifice.
I saw Lord Siming open his hands, and the cuffs of his two cuffs seemed to be infinitely large, and the bottom was invisible. Endless Yin Qi billowed out from them, first filling a hundred feet around his body, and then quickly spreading in all directions.
Come, the sky and the earth are dark, like falling into the Nine Netherworld.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of scene is no less than the legendary underworld. Even Taoist priests and spiritual officials feel fear in their hearts and feel chills all over their bodies.
Zhang Yuelu looked solemn, stretched out his hand to pick up a wisp of black mist with two fingers, and gently twisted it with his fingertips to distinguish the difference between these Yin Qi and the Yang Qi in the world.
The human world is yang, and the underworld is yin. The ghost realm is created in the human world. It is destined to be rejected by the human world and cannot be tolerated by heaven. Therefore, it cannot last long. This is one of the reasons why Lord Siming rarely takes action personally.
If you look down from above, a huge shadow is spreading with Zhenwu Lake as the center.
Wherever the Yin Qi passes, the grass and trees wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, the green fades quickly, and the ground is withered and yellow. The ground is cracked, showing a trend of desertification. Even the Qinhuai River has been sucked of water, and the water level has dropped again and again, revealing
Strange fish in the river.
All the people in the city who are contaminated by the "gift" will age rapidly as long as they are blown by the evil wind, their skin will dry up, their flesh and blood will melt, and they will turn into a skinny mummy in an instant, although they still maintain their appearance in life.
But as long as the wind blows, it will completely turn into powder and scatter with the wind.
At the same time, faint wisps of living souls flew out of their bodies, were carried into the dark wind, and all gathered in the direction of Zhenwu Lake.
There are records in Taoist scriptures that the drought demon came to the world, and the red land was thousands of miles away. It is no less powerful than it is now.
In the blink of an eye, Zhenwu Temple and its area of dozens of miles in radius had completely turned into a withered and dead area.
True Lord Siming opened his hands to the left and right, his big sleeves fluttering, letting the black Yin Qi roar in his sleeves.
The Yin Qi carried the souls and flesh and blood vitality of countless creatures and converged into Zhenjun Siming's body, and then turned into more Yin Qi rolling out from his sleeves, with the intention of continuing to spread outwards in an instant.
It has covered most of Jinling Prefecture.
Lord Siming actually wanted to turn the entire city of Jinling into a dead city.
In addition, the Yin Qi turned into layers of lead clouds, replacing the thunder clouds that shrouded the sky above Jinling Mansion. It kept pressing down, so thick that it almost dripped out of water. There were no roaring thunders in it, but there were countless vague ones.
The ghost of nothing swims freely, appearing and disappearing from time to time, causing indescribable depression in people's hearts.
As the Yin Qi becomes more intense, within the range of the Yin Qi, even those who have not been contaminated by the "gift", their skin, flesh and blood begin to slowly wither, and the souls in the body gradually show signs of leaving the body.
However, there are differences according to the distance. People who are closer to True Lord Siming are already stiff and unable to move, while those who are slightly farther away from True Lord Siming are still in a state of despair. If they can escape from this soul-stirring evil in time,
Yes, there is still a glimmer of hope.
The black air spread like a sea, and many people were trying their best to escape outside the city. There were dignitaries in the city, people from the world, and even some Taoist priests and spiritual officials.
A martial artist walked a little slower and was suddenly trapped by the Yin Qi. He had no choice but to try his best to circulate his blood Qi and forcibly lock his flesh, flesh and soul from being taken away by the Yin Qi.
However, Yin Qi is endless, just like the sea during a storm, with rough waves. Even those who are familiar with the nature of water have to drift with the tide until they are exhausted and sink to the bottom.
As the black energy continued to wash away, the blood energy on this warrior's body became darker and darker, like a candle in the wind. His whole body was like a person falling into the water in the tide of the waves, and he would be swallowed up at any time.
He gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to continue walking out, but at this time it was like swimming upstream in a river, or like being stuck in a swamp, and every step was extremely difficult.
The next moment, the majestic Yin Qi hit him like a big wave, swallowing him up in an instant. A moment later, the Yin Qi receded like the tide, leaving only a mummy.
A Qi Refiner was walking quickly when suddenly, a gust of dark wind blew in his face. He was unprepared and was thrown onto his back. He rolled and rolled all the way until he hit a wall several feet away and finally stopped.
The momentum. Even though the physique of the Qi Refiner is second only to the Immortal and the Warrior, far better than the Alchemist and Wu Zhu, he feels dizzy and dizzy after such a collision, and every part of his body hurts, as if he is about to fall apart.
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As soon as he stood up, he saw a life official coming out of the Yin Qi.
These life officials are very different from those in Da Baoen Temple. In addition to the airtight black armor, there is a floating semi-hollow disk behind them, which is composed of a black moon and a white sun, similar to the Yin and Yang Pisces of Taoism.
Slowly rotating. The armor's shoulders, belt, shoe collar and other places are also decorated with extravagant decorations.
Such a metal disc cannot make the life official become a celestial being, but it gives him the ability to fly.
They are the personal guards of True Lord Siming, and they came to the world with True Lord Siming.
The Qi Refiner was startled, turned around and wanted to run away, but the officer took a step forward, as if shrinking to an inch, and instantly came behind the Qi Refiner, with the ancient bronze sword in his hand passing by.
This sword actually seemed to be Qi Xuansu's ghost sword. After it passed by, the Qi Refiner was unscathed, but his face turned gray and he had lost all his vitality.
After the officer sheathed his sword, an illusory figure wounded by the sword was dragged out of his body.
Immediately afterwards, a dark wind rolled up, covering the figure of the life official, taking away the soul, and turning the Qi Refiner into a mummy.
Similar scenes were played out everywhere in Jinling Mansion.
For True Lord Siming, the higher the cultivation level, the greater the benefits brought by his flesh and blood and soul, and he cannot let it go.
It is true that the gods feed on the power of incense and wishes. However, in the ancient barbaric period, blood sacrifices to the gods were also very popular. Even among Buddhists, there are many blood sacrifices, such as human bone instruments and so on.
In other words, the gods can also feed on flesh and blood, but with the development of the world, blood sacrifices have gradually declined. Compared with the power of incense and incense, the biggest shortcoming of blood sacrifices is that it has serious consequences and is unsustainable, and it is easy to exhaust the lake. If we say
You have to be more straightforward. The appearance of eating is too ugly and cannot be tolerated in the world.
It's just that Lord Siming is eating the Overlord's meal now, and he doesn't care whether he eats or not.
He took such a big risk just to become a fat man in one bite.
The body of Lord Siming grew taller and taller, reaching a height of a hundred feet. Looking down at Jinling Mansion, he looked like a godless king standing between heaven and earth.
Countless personal guards, with Lord Siming as the center, hovered over the Jinling Mansion.
In just twelve hours, Lord Siming can completely squeeze out the Jinling Mansion, and the huge benefits brought by the Jinling Mansion are enough to make him fearless of the Taoist sect's revenge.
The premise is that he can eat it.
Of course, before swallowing up the entire Jinling Mansion, he had to deal with Bai Yingqiong first.
A heavenly being at the immeasurable stage can be considered a great supplement.
As for the heavenly beings in the creation stage, unless they come directly to the human world in their true form, they cannot expect anything extra. After all, they can still escape if they cannot be defeated. However, if they come to the human world in their true form, there is a possibility of their demise.
If the incense will power reserve is insufficient and cannot be reborn in the Kingdom of God, then he will fall into the first level of death and begin a long sleep. It does not depend on him when he wakes up. The key is that he cannot respond to the outside world while sleeping.
To react, the Taoist sect will definitely take this opportunity to wipe out the Zhiming Sect. Without the Zhiming Sect, the power of incense and aspiration will be cut off, and the kingdom of God will be unable to maintain sooner or later, and will soon enter the second level of death, which is the state of sleeping.
Faking death in a coma is only one step away from real death.
Bai Yingqiong's heart was full of despair.
If it were Master Cihang here, it was still unclear who would win. But Bai Yingqiong faced Master Siming alone, but she was dead.
Lord Siming no longer maintained his open-handed posture, stretched out a palm and grabbed Bai Yingqiong like it was blocking the sky.