Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 1285 Innate Demon Treasure, Blood Demon Banner!

As Xiao Hei and the others thought, he was indeed the one who put the monkey in. Duanchou also intentionally wanted to imitate Patriarch Bodhi, and secretly instructed him to cultivate a great sage equal to heaven.

However, what is too easy to get, often does not know how to cherish it.

Therefore, Duanchou didn't intend to give him supernatural powers lightly, but prepared to sharpen his vigor and let this monkey take his temper first, lest he become truly powerful in the future, lawless, and no one can suppress him.

Duanchou didn't want the Zongmen to be disturbed in the future, and a scene of havoc in the Heavenly Palace followed.

But there is one thing, he is not joking, Wukong is one of the four spirit monkeys in the chaotic world, the Lingming stone monkey, who can change, knows the time, knows the location, and moves the stars to change battles. He is not an easy person to be with. Although it is also the blood of ancient beasts, compared with him, it is naturally inferior.

Maybe at the beginning, Xiaoheixiaobai could rely on his own strength to suppress the monkey, but with Wukong's repeated defeats and battles, the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and it took five months to wait for him to pass the test. It's really hard to say who will win and who will lose at that time.

But by that time, the monkey must have suffered enough. If he wants to understand his intentions, his temper will be restrained a lot, and he will become much more relaxed if he stops his worries and educates him again.

Perhaps in the future, this monkey that also popped out of the rock can also become the fighting guardian of Xuantianzong, and it may not be the second Monkey King.

Duanchou thought in his heart, sensing the momentum of the battle outside, the smile on his face deepened, but immediately, he shook his head, closed his eyes, and began to meditate again.

At this time, he received the chaotic starlight, and the pulse of the spirit platform under his seat surged. Following the Taoism, there was an endless sea of ​​spiritual energy, which gushed out and filled the cave. Every breath, the pores of the whole body, were soaked In the liquefied water, rich and pure aura.

At the same time, there was no sound behind Duanchou, a round of sword fans unfolded, and the five Tianlingang swords shone with a fierce cold light, hanging upside down, Xinjin, Yimu, Dinghuo, Guishui, four colors intertwined, four The divine sword buzzed, the sword chanted like a dragon, and the sword intent soared to the sky, twisting the universe.

And among them, a pure and transparent Tianlingang sword, which condenses immeasurable sword energy and swallows sharpness, is tempered by these four five-element swords, gradually from bottom to top, it is stained with a bit of black yellow, the breath is majestic, thick and boundless .

This is Situ Zhenyuan!

Duanchou used the time speed-up card not only to gain time for everyone, but also for himself. After being silent for so long, he was finally ready to break through, cultivate the Wulin Tiangang, and complete the last line of the Five Elements Sword.

"Jie Jie!!"

Hundreds of thousands of miles away from Fangcun Mountain, on a piece of scarlet land, the blood river roared and surged, and the dark red snowflakes scattered all over the sky, like spirit birds splattering blood and withered feathers.

Here is the Blood Fiend Gate, one of the ancient demon sects in the three major towns of Zhongtian!

And in the depths of this demon gate, in a blood-cold blood-moon peak that has not melted for thousands of years, and in the cave on the cliffs of the cold mountain, a strange and sharp demonic sound that chills the heart echoes continuously.

In front of the cave, countless blood patterns interweave, it seems that there is a strange restriction, blocking the bursts of crazy magic sounds, preventing them from coming out of the cave.

Through the restriction, one can see that the inside of the cave is filled with endless blood. This blood is as thick as evil, constantly tumbling, permeating every inch of space. It can be vaguely seen that there are hideous skeletons inside. The stunningly voluptuous painted-skinned beauty is flying and circling in the void.

From time to time, there was a sad and strange laugh.

The scarlet blood aura dyed the inside of the cave with blood, making it look very strange. It entered along the corridor, in the deepest part of the cave.

A young man with a strange face and indistinguishable male and female looks sat cross-legged on a black ice rock. His complexion and body were as pale as bones, without the slightest trace of blood, but his hair, pupils, and even the robes he wore were all blood red.

On his neck, there was even a scarlet pattern of ferocious blood, like a scarlet earthworm-like blood pattern, like a demon, like a ghost, very strange.

Astonishingly, it was Bei Mingshang, the blood-stained arrogance of the Blood Demon Sect who had his blood soul beheaded and was silently and seriously injured!

At this moment, most of his injuries have healed, and bloody anaconda-like ferocious beasts are swimming around him, and the solid ground is like a sea of ​​blood, the blood glistens and rolls like a tide.

And the black ice rock he was sitting on was like a reef in a sea of ​​blood.

Streams of extremely rich blood qi spewed out following the roars of the surrounding blood boas, frantically gathering towards Beiming Shang, and the blood qi that pervaded the entire cave burst out from here.

Above his head, there was a cloud of blood churning, and a long mysterious flag floated above it.

This banner is extremely evil, the whole body is blood red, as if it has been soaked and purified by immeasurable blood, there is a thick cloud of blood surging inside the banner, and countless blood-colored skulls open and close ferociously inside, making strange screams, Hollow pupils, revealing faint blood.

There are also countless beauties with painted skins, howling and crying on the banners, dancing and smiling.

The whole blood streamer has a lot of blood restrictions in the spirit pattern, and a layer of terrifying blood qi rolls out of it, like evil spirits like light, those painted skins of skulls, as long as people look at them, they can take the soul out of the body, just wave it casually, It was a boundless cloud of blood rolling across.

It was terrifying.

This is a powerful magic treasure, called the Blood Demon Banner, which is a method of refining weapons handed down by the ancestors of the Nirvana realm in the Xuesha Sect. The eclipsing celestial body, inside the girl's skeleton flew into the sky and roared, her soul was broken, and she could easily devour a monk's three souls, seven souls, flesh and blood.

In an instant, all that can be stripped away is a piece of clothing and dry bones.

I don't know how Beimingshang sacrificed and refined this magic banner, so that this ferocious and evil magic treasure was refined from the day after tomorrow, and transformed into an innate spirit treasure.

It's incredible.

There are countless blood-colored spirit patterns circulating on the Gorefiend's streamer, and they are also constantly absorbing the rich blood energy around them, like a giant whale swallowing the river and drinking the sea, with a majestic and terrifying momentum.

The more blood energy was swallowed, the more blood streaks appeared on the magic banner, and then condensed and turned into a bloody river, filling Bei Mingshang's body.

As a result, all the breath injuries in his body were recovering at an astonishing speed.

"Buchou, after waiting for so long, you finally let me find a chance. Now that I have refined the Blood Demon Banner and planted the Soul-devouring Blood Curse, even if I can't kill you, I will make you pay the price!"

Bei Mingshang's face was ferocious and cold, staring at the picture on the blood cloud, he said viciously.

　PS: Brazenly begging for a ticket?

　　Well, ask for a ticket.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)