Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 1291 Conspiracy, Soul Eater Mark!
Fangcun Mountain, Samsung Cave.

The empty room is white, the light is shining, the chaotic stars are like pillars, hanging from the sky, the spiritual veins of the earth are like a net, intertwined vertically and horizontally, gathering immeasurable spiritual energy, surging like tides, and dense smoke, illuminating the entire deep and quiet cave.

In the center of the starlight in the Linghai Sea, the five elements are rebellious, and there is a terrifying sharp sword aura, piercing the void, and the five divine swords hang in the sky to suppress, giving birth to gold, wood, water and fire, and the changes of the four elements.

Sometimes it is fierce and fierce, sometimes it is endless, sometimes it is icy cold and vast, and sometimes it is fierce and violent. Among them, a black and yellow sword hangs in the center, like a sacred mountain, suppressing all directions.

The earth is empty, and there is a continuous stream of dark and yellow breath of Situ, condensed like a dragon, heading towards the Situ sword in the center from all directions, continuously forged and condensed, stirring up thick and boundless waves of ripples, the mysterious yellow sword light .

Duanchou closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the altar, the starlight above his head was chaotic, and it was drawn into his body. With the roaring flow of Qi and blood, it scattered into his limbs and bones, refining the sharpness of his sword body. The sword orifice is immeasurable, like an ancient glutton, devouring the aura of the cave crazily.

At this time, if there are outsiders present, they will definitely be horrified by the scene before them, because the aura surging from dozens of spiritual veins in the entire cave is swallowed by Duanchou, and with him as the center, a terrifying aura is formed The vortex, rumbling and twisting, shattered the void.

This majestic and rich spiritual energy was condensed and compressed by the Duanchou Dao method, and it has turned into a substantial piece of spiritual liquid around him. It is colorful and tumbling, like a long whale absorbing water, along the pores of his body, crazily The water poured into his body, and carried Zhou Tian along the path of Taoism.

This power was finally divided into two, one thick spiritual power merged into Zifu Jindan, and the other was Taoist sword energy, like a raging sword river, washing the sword bones along the meridians, and returning to the square sword orifices.

If you look at yourself with spiritual thoughts, you can see that the Tianlin sword bone on Duanchou's back has been refined like gold and jade, and the golden light is shining brightly, like a peerless divine sword hidden in the body, with sharp and domineering edges.

The four sides of the sword holes are of different colors, and they are distributed in the four big caves of Shinto, Zhiyang, Jianjing, and Mingmen. They are formed with Yimu, Guishui, Dinghuo, and Situ, the four major five-element essences as the true spirits. The black holes of sword qi continuously swallowed and refined the qi of the five elements wandering in the body, transforming them into strands of sharp sword qi, which were collected and contained.

Among them, the Situ Sword Aperture, which was the weakest in the past, is now refining and refining the true energy, expanding at an astonishing speed, and its momentum is constantly rising.

One day, two days, three days, in this silent cave, time passed by like this, and in the blink of an eye, more than two months passed.

Just when Duanchou's skills were halfway through, and the last pulse of the Situ Divine Sword was about to be completed, his heart suddenly throbbed, and a terrifying breath fell from the void and nameless, lingering in his heart.

At the same time, on his palm, a bloody line appeared, and a mark appeared strangely.

The sword light swayed behind him, the black and yellow scattered, Duanchou's body shook, and he opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes shot into the sky like a sword, exuding a cold and hostile aura.

At this moment, the void condensed, and the temperature in the entire cave also cooled down.

Duanchou frowned, and raised his hand to take a look. This bloody imprint was imprinted with a hideous and ferocious rune, with strange patterns on it, which looked extremely distorted, like a howling undead ghost.

Duanchou stared at it, and saw that the imprint writhed like a snake, exuding blood-colored light, as if it had come to life, a blood-colored wraith opened its bloody mouth, and flew out from the imprint.

"Destroy!"

Duanchou's eyes turned cold, and he didn't feel frightened in the slightest. He just let out an indifferent voice, and half of his body stretched out from the imprint of his palm. Two bloody sharp ghost claws, and the bloody Wraith, which was only an inch away from his eyes, was caught on the spot. A terrifying sharp breath slashed and annihilated.

However, although the resentful spirit has dissipated, the bloody imprint is still imprinted in his hands.

Duanchou frowned slightly, urging the sword energy in his body to twist, but the sword energy floated out of the body, which was of no help at all, as if the mark did not exist at all.

Then, he tried to use spiritual power to persecute, the ancient gods to erode, seal the sky to suppress, and the power of the galaxy to wash, but all the powers of Taoism were exhausted, but none of them had much effect.

With a flash of Duanchou's eyes, he turned to use the Divine Sense Art of Good Fortune, and used the powerful Divine Sense to expel it. This time, it aroused a huge reaction, and the bloody imprint turned into a ferocious ghost in his sea of ​​consciousness. Roaring violently, devouring the soul.

But now Duanchou Jianxin is like a god. After practicing the Divine Sense Fortune Art, the power of the soul and will has become extremely powerful. A strange spell.

After a long period of battle, Duanchou's soul remained stable, and finally wiped out this imprint.

However, it didn't take long for him to be happy. Soon, the imprint reappeared like a tarsal maggot. Duanchou's complexion changed slightly. It took a day to erase it again. Half an hour later, the bloody imprint It reappeared, and the power of the blood ghost became stronger and stronger each time.

Several times later, seeing the bloody soul-devouring curse mark, which persisted, reappeared again, and impacted the sea of ​​consciousness, fiercely devouring his spiritual thoughts and soul.

Duanchou's pupils shrank, and the sword finger slashed down, but cut off the palm of the right hand with the imprint without hesitation. The whole wound was cut as smooth as a mirror, and the palm was cut off at the wrist, without a trace of sword blood flowing out.

However, before the severe pain came, the palm had not landed on the ground, and Duanchou's eyes were fixed, but he found that the bloody imprint had directly transferred to his left hand.

Duanchou's face was gloomy, staring at the strange blood-colored mark, his gaze was cold, but it was faintly dignified. This soul-eating curse mark is extremely sinister, and its power is beyond his imagination. Up to now, He no longer dared to erase it easily, and could only use his mental strength to maintain the suppression.

In this way, although there is no guarantee for the time being, after a long time, he will eventually exhaust his energy and weaken his mind, and he will inevitably end up being swallowed up. What's more dangerous is that he is now at the critical point of cultivation. The sword is about to be perfect, one step forward will be successful, one step back will be defeated, it will easily damage the foundation of the Tao, and go crazy.

The other party chose to cast a spell at this time to attack, obviously they had calculated it long ago, and their thoughts were not insincere.

"This is a curse technique that devours the soul and destroys the body. It uses blood as a medium to keep you alive, and it is extremely vicious. Who is behind the plot! Dao Lingxu? Yun Miao? Tu Mei? Or that bloody son Nie Yun!"

Duanchou looked at the soul-devouring imprint on the palm of his hand, and meditated secretly.

(End of this chapter)