Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 660
Murderous, murderous!Although Lu Qingli didn't speak again, Jiang Ziyun felt an invisible murderous aura coming.

"But even if old man Pu's blood sacrifice Dafa came from the hands of Lige Xianjun, so what, he still has nothing to do with Jiangmen." Jiang Ziyun shook his head, not in the mood to remember the epic and sad love between the immortals, Looking at Pu Qingyan, who was still spurting blood on the field, he curled his lips disapprovingly.

While they were talking, Jiang Yiyang had drawn out his long sword and danced impenetrably.

Although the blood spurted by Pu Qingyan is still as unpredictable as having eyes and wings, it cannot penetrate the powerful sword net wielded by a strong man from the Zifu. Once it touches it, it will turn into bursts of mist and dissipate in the wind.

"Hehe, you underestimate this ancient magic method too much!" Qi Zhengtang smiled lightly, and regained some of the demeanor of the descendant of the Qi family's immortal doctor.

As soon as the words fell, Pu Qingyan raised the half of the crutch in his hand and smashed it on his head with a "bang".

Then, he saw a stream of viscous blood rolling down his forehead, but the wrinkled old face showed a resentful laugh, which was indescribably ferocious and terrifying.

"Crazy, this old man is crazy, he actually harmed himself." Jiang Ziyun has practiced with Chen Chaofeng since he was a child, and has seen many ruthless people, but this is the first time he has seen such a ruthless person, and his voice trembled a little.

"No, he didn't self-mutilate. This is also a method of blood sacrifice to Dafa, which is called bleeding from the head." Qi Zhengtang said seriously.

"What's the use?" Jiang Ziyun asked.

"Further condensing the blood essence will explode with greater power." Qi Zhengtang replied.

"But I don't think it's useful." Jiang Ziyun said.

Sure enough, even though Pu Qingyan smashed himself with a crutch until his head was bleeding, Jiang Yiyang spewed another mouthful of blood, but the latter just waved his long sword and turned the mouthful of blood into mist, without any stain on it.

"How can it be so simple, this move is bloody, and it must be used in conjunction with another move to exert its true power." Qi Zhengtang said.

"Which move?" This time not only Jiang Ziyun, but also Chen Chaofeng asked at the same time.Even Lu Qingli, Wen Ruyu, and Su Zimo were curious.

Qi Zhengtang didn't answer, and he didn't have time to answer.

Because at the same time that Jiang Ziyun and Chen Chaofeng were asking questions, Pu Qingyan raised his neck and sprayed another mouthful of blood into the air.

Different from the spitting-like spout of blood before, this spout of blood was sprayed with both quality and quantity. Not only was the color more vivid, but it took half a stick of incense before he could stop his mouth.

And this mouthful of blood sprayed into the air, but it didn't condense, like a bloody waterfall, it splashed down on Jiang Yiyang.

Jiang Yiyang swung the long sword subconsciously, but this time, the sword edge cut through the middle of the waterfall, but it was like cutting off the water with a knife, and the water flowed even more.

"Wow!" Even though Jiang Yiyang sensed something was wrong and turned his head in time to avoid being drenched all over his head and face, he was still splashed on his shoulders by the bloody waterfall, and half of his clothes were stained bright red.

Pu Qingyan didn't stop, and then he hit his head with a crutch again. When his head was bleeding, he raised his neck again, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out in the air.

Jiang Yiyang was unable to dodge again, and the other half of his shirt was also splashed with blood.

"You see, this is another method of blood sacrifice Dafa, it's called dog blood dripping head, it's amazing." Qi Zhengtang said leisurely.

"..." A bloody head should be called a bloody head, right? How could anyone scold themselves like that?Lu Qingli and the others almost fell to the ground.

"What's so great about this, it can't hurt Jiang Clan Master, but he himself, if he does this, he will smash himself to death sooner or later." Jiang Ziyun said.

"Hehe, that's why I said, you underestimated this ancient magic method." Qi Zhengtang laughed.

He didn't give a shit either, he paused and then continued: "When Pu Qingyan used blood spray before, why couldn't he avoid it even with the cultivation level of the leader of the Jiangmen's purple mansion, and he forced him to draw his sword to resist?
Because what he spewed was not only blood essence, but also spiritual consciousness.If he really smashed himself to death, or died at the hands of Jiang Sect Master, the essence and blood not only contained spiritual consciousness, but also contained resentment.

Just like a curse, it cannot be wiped off or washed off, and it will not disappear by itself until nearly a hundred years later.Moreover, during the past hundred years, the head of the Jiang family has been plagued by curses, and he must be haunted by nightmares every night, and he will never have a good night's sleep. "

"Does that affect cultivation?" Jiang Ziyun asked.

"If it is under the golden core, there must be some, but the master of Jiangmen has already reached the purple mansion, so his cultivation will not be affected." Qi Zhengtang thought for a while and answered.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Ziyun said disapprovingly.

"From the point of view of cultivation, it doesn't matter, but don't you find it disgusting?" Qi Zhengtang said.

It's true, being sprayed with blood by someone, can't be wiped off, can't be washed off, blood dripping for 100 years, thinking about it is really disgusting enough, even if there is no curse, I'm afraid Nightmares every night, don't think about having a peaceful life one day.

"Uh..." Imagining himself running around with blood on his head and body, Jiang Ziyun's stomach churns, and he can't help retching. It's even more disgusting than watching Chen Chaofeng rolling all over the floor.

"I finally understand. The so-called blood sacrifice Dafa means that I can't beat you to death, but I can disgust you to death." Wen Ruyu sighed with emotion.

Although he has used a lot of extraordinary means during his travels in Nine Continents these years, and even instigated Miss Lian'er and others to disgust all the cultivation families to the point of death, but at this moment, with the blood-spitting blood of others... Compared with his methods, he realized that his petty fights were simply laughable and generous, and he was not on the stage.

Lu Qingli and the others took it for granted when they heard the words. Cultivators drink morning dew and eat chrysanthemums at night. Speaking of which, they don't even eat fireworks in the world. Who can bear this disgusting feeling.

It's no wonder that there are rumors that Pu Qingyan can fight against the strong people of the Zifu, and even several strong people of the Zifu have nothing to do with him, and they can only shake hands with him in the end.

It's not that others can't beat him, but he is really disgusted and can't help it.

"Actually, although this immortal method is a bit disgusting, but it is unparalleled in the world to be able to condense blood essence with spiritual thoughts, thereby injuring people and defeating the enemy. Only the former Immortal Lige can deliberate such an immortal method." Qi Zhengtang also expressed emotion.

"Are you sure that this fairy technique came from Lige Xianjun?" Knowing the true mystery of this so-called ancient magic technique, Jiang Ziyun was deeply skeptical this time.

No matter how high that Lige fairy is, a woman is still a woman after all, how could she create such an immortal technique that disgusts others as well as herself?
(End of this chapter)