long night walk

Chapter 1599 Puppet Killing

The witch Na Yin sighed silently in her heart.

The Demon Soul Lord who was suppressed in the blood pool by the Holy Land Gate seemed to have the power of eating demons and offering sacrifices, which was enough to shake Kunlun and was in conflict with the Holy Land Gate.

Offering the demon essence, offering the essence, and summoning the Soul Lord to open the door to the holy land is indeed a method that is absolutely cruel to oneself but effective.

The witch Na Yin also understood that the two women were not afraid of death and did not use such an effective and cruel method.

But in this Kunlun Pure Ruins, there has never been a precedent of sacrificing other people's demon essence to help a saint survive the catastrophe.

Wu Zhao's collection of the blood of the tribesmen in the mountains has already violated the rules and regulations of Kunlun Mountain. No matter how arrogant Qingshui is, she will not overestimate her own abilities and have no material desires in her heart. There is a clear and bright period in front of her, and Cangnan Yi has been tainted with the cause and effect of her sacrificing the life of the monster Yuan'e for no reason.

She could see that these two female officials were really pushed to the point of desperation.

If the door to the holy land can be opened by sacrificing one person's demon essence and blood, why didn't Kunlun Mountain use this method directly in the beginning?

Maintaining a clear and bright mind is the foundation of a saint's conduct.

She used the method of soul offering to force open the door to the holy land, which might be able to buy a glimmer of hope for Cangnanyi's survival.

But from then on, the saint's body was burdened with karma, which means there is always a gain and a loss.

Therefore, opening the door to the holy land in this way may not necessarily be a good thing.

Moreover, based on her understanding of Qingao, even if you sacrifice everything and risk everything on her, he may not necessarily let you achieve your wish.

As expected, Qing Ao sneered and said, "Although you have done your best, today, I will let you experience the despair of all your efforts going to waste."

The followers of evil gods like to see people fall into depravity and despair.

He had a smile as thin as mist on his face, his palms were spread out, and the space above his palms twisted and changed.

Immediately, a pitch-black leaf with a talisman eye painted on it fell into his palm. At the end of the black leaf, which exuded a strange aura, hung a red bean-sized bell of the same color.

Seeing the familiar bell, the witch Nayin couldn't help but frown.

He was holding a fallen leaf, and when the strange tune was played, the tightly closed vertical pupil on the leaf suddenly opened, and the devil's pupil trembled and shook as if trying to break free from some cage.

Streams of dark blood flowed out from the single eye and dripped onto the bell.

It was as if some power was awakened.

The bell suddenly began to buzz and vibrate violently.

The ringing was urgent, as if it was calling the soul.

A tall figure suddenly rose from the black tide formed by thousands of troops. The figure was majestic, holding a red-flaming spear on his shoulder. As he swung his arm, one could see the spear's mighty and majestic power. The aura that burst out in a flash was so powerful that it was terrifying. Even though they were far away, one could not help but admire him.

The witch took the silver and looked carefully, and found that it was Yan Poyun, the defender who was supposed to stay in Tianmu Mountain to recuperate.

  Is this the strength of the first leader of Kunlun Mountain?

Although she was shocked, she remembered that Yan Poyun had been forced to climb Xixuan Peak in order to hunt down a little demon fairy, and was then seriously injured and remained unconscious. His injuries were extremely serious.

With such injuries, even if he was a demon fairy with extraordinary physique, it would be impossible for him to recover to such a peak level of momentum in such a short time.

Otherwise, with his severely injured body, he would not be able to withstand such a collapse of energy.

If such high-intensity combat continues, this body will sooner or later fall apart, causing further injuries and leaving irreparable damage.

Watching him leap up from the black tide and stride forward in the collapsing snow-capped mountains like a mad dragon of red flame, he seemed to be completely unconcerned about the biting cold wind that was scraping away his bones and flesh. Although the fierce and extremely cold wind was invisible, it was like the sharpest blade in the world, cutting through his cold and hard armor inch by inch.

Iron filings flew everywhere, mixed with pieces of red flesh and blood.

Yan Poyun had an indifferent expression as he ran fast on the heavy snow waves in the avalanche. His cheeks and eyes were cut with sharp cuts. The scars were deep enough to see the bones, but there was no blood splattered. The wounds were frozen into ice, and along the wounds, one could even see ice-like cracks spreading on the surface of his skin.

Even though his sleeves were embroidered with Kunlun Clouds patterns that continuously emitted a protective glow, it was still unable to protect this body that was stronger than steel from being harmed by the strong winds that swept through under the avalanche.

But Yan Poyun seemed to feel no pain or fear. He strode as fast as a meteor. Facing such a huge avalanche that seemed like a horrible natural disaster, his face showed no emotion and he did not hesitate in his actions.

He suddenly stepped over a wave of snow that was coming like a tsunami. He leaped extremely high, his muscles tensed like a cheetah. With a clang, he raised his spear fiercely. The sound of a crazy dragon's spear roared in the snow, and the fire burning between the spear tips was like the angry divine fire burning from the depths of his soul.

In front of Yan Poyun, the absolutely white world that implicitly conformed to the principle of the round sky and square earth suddenly exploded, and a huge empty space was opened up.

In that space, countless gun shadows flashed, constantly clearing the way forward.

The witch narrowed her silver eyes.

She looked at Yan Poyun, whose body was becoming increasingly cracked by ice. The powerful spear intent emanating from his body was still as powerful and shocking as ever.

But the fighting style he displayed at this moment had already surpassed the performance of creatures with self-awareness.

The witch took Yin and observed carefully. She saw that Yan Poyun's expression did not change. He was fearless and even showed a strange numbness. However, deep in his eyes, there was deep fear and despair.

The body is calm, indifferent, and unafraid of destruction, but the spirit seems to have collapsed on its own long ago, and has indeed formed an independent state from the body.

The witch Na Yin's face showed no emotion, and her eyes were indifferent as she said, "The real person has been lurking in Kunlun Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. With the help of the purple magic Gu, you have really developed a magic to control demons."

Qing Ao's lips were covered with leaves, and he smiled lightly, saying: "This boy has good luck. His body has only been eaten half by the purple devil poison. In a sense, he can't be considered a puppet in my hands."

The witch looked back at him with her silver and said calmly: "But you can still control him to do things he doesn't want to do." Of course, things he didn't want to do.

Having ulterior motives is one thing, but becoming truly hostile to Kunlun Mountain and destroying one's own homeland with one's own hands is another.

Qing Ao smiled faintly and said, "Whether it is the identity of Kunlun's number one defender, or the spiritual root created by the genius prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, both of them are not just empty names. Yan Poyun is a talent. Over the years, he seems to be obedient to me, but in fact he has been trying to escape from my control in secret. If he had not been seriously injured when he forced his way into Xixuan Peak last time, and his Dao heart was damaged, it would really be difficult for me to refine him into such an obedient puppet."

The witch took the silver and said, "You have so many puppets made from purple magic poison under your command, why do you have to waste your energy to make a guy with self-awareness to pave the way for you?"

Qing Ao chuckled, his expression suddenly became a little weird, and said: "Those demon puppets that I worked so hard to refine are not wasted in such a place. 'They' naturally have more important things to accomplish. As for this method of soul entering the formation, I admit that under the determination to go all out and die, the two female officials are indeed a headache.

However, it is precisely because of Yan Poyun's persistence in his desire to survive that he has become a sharp knife in my hand."

The witch frowned and said, "What the real person meant is..."

"It's just the soul technique. I've been in the mountains for so many years, so I've naturally learned a little about the soul techniques in Kunlun Mountain. Since we have to break the Taoist weapon 'Jiuzhou' that uses the power of the soul as the source of the formation, the person who breaks the formation cannot be just an empty puppet with nothing but appearance.

Yan Poyun is a man of character. Since he has paid such a huge price to keep half of his soul immortal, I will just follow his wish.

Today, his half-lived soul is just right for me to use to break the formation. If Yan Poyun can destroy the artifact 'Jiuzhou', he will live up to his reputation as the first defender of Kunlun. "

As he spoke, Master Qingao crushed the black leaf in his hand with a cruel smile on his face. Thick black blood gushed out and was completely absorbed by the tiny bell.

The soul-calling bell rang more and more violently and rapidly, and even ripples of sound waves began to spread in the air.

Seeing that his figure was about to be buried by an even stronger and more powerful avalanche, Yan Poyun suddenly closed his eyes and roared in pain towards the sky, as if he was in excruciating pain. His brows, cheeks, neck, arm holding the gun, and all the skin exposed outside his clothes, suddenly began to burst into countless narrow, dark, weird and eerie vertical pupils. His eyeballs bulged and swirled wildly.

Then the witch Na Yin saw a huge and irresistible strange power that seemed to be squeezed out from his bones, blood, and flesh in an instant.

Tears could be seen rushing out of Yan Poyun's ferocious eyes. His facial features became distorted and hideous due to the fear of collapse and the extreme emotional impact. Every breath of soul bursting out of his body showed resistance and a strong desire to survive.

But his body still rushed into the snow-capped mountain uncontrollably, and the spear wrapped in the vast soul in his hand struck into the snow-capped mountain.

“Crack!!!”

From the spear, the huge and boundless snow mountain was actually split into two halves by the power of this spear!

Yan Poyun roared and turned around, holding the gun on his shoulder. He swung his body with all his might, and the cracks on his body became more and more terrifying. He looked like a mirror covered with cracks that was about to break.

The next moment, he actually carried the huge snow-capped mountain that blocked out the sky and the moon on his shoulder with the spear.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, and at that moment, his legs turned into ice ashes and shattered away.

At the same time, the huge snow-capped mountain on his shoulders that buried thousands of troops was thrown away by him with the power of his shoulders, and the direction he flew was exactly the direction of the tribulation of the southwest Water God Temple.

Be it Yan Poyun or the endless snow-capped mountains, in an instant, they were all swallowed up by the mighty thunder tribulation in a way of mutual destruction, without any trace of coldness left.

"puff!!!"

Qingxuan's body fell forward, as if he had lost all his strength. He opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. The blood splashed onto the stone surface that had lost its spiritual light and turned dim.

She looked listless, and even her beautiful black hair was rapidly turning gray. Her body was covered with demonic marks, and it was obvious that her end was near. She didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The dark current that was originally trapped outside the cold wave avalanche began to surge in again.

Qingxuan used the bloody hand that was resting on the stone wall to try to support his body, but the finger bones that were supporting the stone platform were shaking violently, as if his whole body was experiencing a severe pain of cramps and broken bones.

"Even if you get up, what else can you do with your current body?"

A heart-pounding and cold voice suddenly came from above my head.

Qingxuan raised her head with a pale face, and saw Master Qingao standing in the void above her head with a whisk in his hand and black clouds under his feet, looking down at her with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a dying ant.

His body slowly floated down, and he stretched out a hand and pressed it against the surface of Jiuzhou.

Qingxuan's face changed drastically. She gritted her teeth and endured the weakness and severe pain in her body to hold up her body. But before she could stop her, Qingao raised his eyes slightly, and a terrifying force swept out of his body. Qingxuan only felt that his bones were crushed. The whole person flew backwards and hit the guardrail of the lookout beacon tower hard.

“Qingao!!!!!” Qingxuan didn’t even swallow the blood surging in his throat. His hands that were holding the railing suddenly clenched until they turned white. He stared at Qingao with a piercing hatred.

Qingao's five fingers pressed against the stone surface became sharp as hooks and dug deeply into the table top that was as hard as gold and stone.

He raised his arm expressionlessly, and the several-zhang-wide and long artifact 'Jiuzhou' made a terrifying storm-breaking sound and hit Qingshui's thin back heavily.

Severe pain spread throughout her body. The artifact 'Jiuzhou' that hit her back shattered into countless pieces at this moment. The power that erupted at the moment the artifact was destroyed all hit her body.

Qingshui clearly felt that her internal organs were bleeding crazily at this moment. Blood began to seep out of the pores of her skin all over her body, and the blood in her mouth and nose could not be stopped.

She screamed miserably, and with enormous destructive power in her body, she slammed into the pool of blood.

"Click..."

Finally, under the desperate gaze of Qingxuan and Qingshui, cracks began to appear in the blood pool.

Soon, the cracks spread rapidly, and the source blood in the pool began to flow away.

Qing Ao stroked his lips with his fingers, his smile expressionless, and said calmly: "In this world, is there anything more despairing than making every effort, only to find that everything is in vain?"