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Chapter 106 The Four-Armed Blood Spirit Ghost Emperor

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When the magic circle is activated, theoretically there is no weakness in the conventional sense to find,
Legal restraint does not count.

Obvious flaws can only be found when they are actually attacked, like now.

In some places, the rain of corpses is dense and consumes more energy, while in some places the rain of corpses is sparse and consumes less energy. The energy flow inside the magic circle will also have a tendency.

What he was looking for was this kind of weakness.

"found it."

Wu Xuan's eyes lit up.

He also pointed to the sword, pointing out the Shura Killing Sword recorded in the Samsara Sword Code.

He still has many methods, which he has never used before.

It's perfect for use at this time.

Killing intent penetrated into the marrow.

The stronger the comprehension, the more he will be able to appreciate the monstrous killing thoughts hidden in the scriptures when using the Asura Killing Sword.

The little blood-red sword popped out from Wu Xuan's fingertips, piercing through the weak point of the formation with ease, causing a fault in the energy flow of the entire formation.

The members of the Nine Sects thought they couldn't bear the sea of ​​corpses anymore.

"Hurry up, the formation master stepped forward to make up the formation, and the disciples of Chongyue Sect followed me to form the Badu Chongshan formation!"

"Yes!"

The outer formation was destroyed by Wu Xuan, just like the city walls of ancient wars were occupied, the bloody close combat was about to begin.

The Nascent Soul Ghost Kings started to attack one after another.

"I didn't expect that they would lose so quickly in this inexplicable fight."

"That's right, last time the green-robed ghost king was slaughtered by Huashen, this time it's just the three of us, so be careful."

"Let's go, let's talk when we're full."

"That guy, keeps us full every time."

From time to time, a spirit boat would fall from the sky, and the random thoughts became more and more obvious. Wu Xuan finally waited for this opportunity, and the Ghost Emperor Fist stopped functioning and returned to its human form.

He plunged into the cabin of a spirit boat and quickly shuttled back and forth.

After a while, they arrived at the surveyed location.

"Dan will..."

"If you don't let me set up a stall, then don't set up any stalls."

"Don't play with anyone."

This is a large spirit boat with the flag of the Zhengyi Holy Land. After the elder and younger son of the Holy Land took over, they transferred here.

The sound of shouting and killing outside is loud, but here the singing and dancing are peaceful.

Even the sound of drinking and having fun can be heard.

"Lord Dan, this is the treasure I got from Biyun Sect a few days ago, look."

There were more than [-] people in the hall, except for the young man in the first seat, they were all alchemists from the nine sects of the three prefectures.

After Dan's taste changed, all those with a little ambition left, and what ingredients were left, you can guess with your ass.

"Oh?"

"This is... Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire!"

"The old alchemist of Biyunzong's Liuliyun Tianyan."

"Okay, very good, your name is Xu Qiao, right? How did you get this spiritual fire?"

"Hey, alchemy master."

"The old alchemist had an apprentice who was not smart enough. I tricked him into killing his master, took this flame, and dedicated it to the alchemist."

"You are cruel enough to bully your master and destroy your ancestors."

"Not as cruel as that kid."

"Hahahahahaha!"

In the hall, cheerful laughter resounded for a moment, but Wu Xuan felt cold all over his body.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are so many perverts.

He considers himself to be a ruthless person, never stingy with sacrifices, and never shows mercy when he strikes.

Compared with them, it still looks out of place.

Shake his head.

Light up the magical incense that has been prepared for the past few days, and the spiritual power is agitated, and a refreshing floral fragrance pours into the spirit boat.

"smell good."

That alchemy master was only fifteen or six years old, with a fair and handsome face, wearing a white shirt, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his cultivation had reached the first level of the Zifu.

It's not worse than Wu Xuan.

He looks kind, but his heart is too dark.

All the guests in the hall were intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers, and some people noticed something was wrong.

"Something's wrong, isn't it fighting off the ghost tide outside? Why is there a fragrance of flowers coming from it?"

"There's no need to make a fuss. With my Holy Land Huashen Elder sitting in charge, it won't affect us."

"Oh?"

Changing his shape, the ghostly Wu Xuan walked in from the door, holding a bone sword cut from the spine of a ghoul.

Zhang Mingye said in surprise.

"The Ghost King of the Purple Mansion? It's really rare to have such ability to lurk here."

"Why, you also want to kill people?"

"Xu Qiao, tease it."

He, Zhang Mingye, is the youngest son of the Great Elder of Zhengyi Holy Land. His father's cultivation base is at the stage of refinement, and his eldest brother is at the stage of Yuanying.

Playing with this ghost, it's all for fun.

"Good Alchemist."

The people present were mainly monks from the Foundation Establishment and the Purple Mansion, but Wu Xuan didn't care. The Miscara incense was a soul poison he had secretly prepared.

The formula comes from the Buddhist scripture hall of Tianmo Longjun Mansion, an ancient secret poison.

Just as Xu Qiao got up, she took half a step forward, then knelt down on the ground with a frightened expression.

"Spiritual power...my spiritual power can no longer be controlled!"

"There is a problem with the fragrance of flowers!"

Everyone's expression changed, and after some sensing something had really gone wrong, Zhang Mingye unhurriedly took out a bottle of elixir and said flatly.

"What about poisoning? Do you think I, Zhang Mingye, don't have the antidote pills? Take them all."

Wu Xuan was speechless, do you think he is a fool?
Immediately, his feet moved, and the dark ghost's eyes burned with scarlet murderous intent.

"Asura Killing Sword·Blood Slash!"

- Chong!

The blood is like a sudden, sweeping all directions.

The killing intent is raging, and the aggression is on fire!

He didn't care whether Zhang Mingye's treasure pill could cure the ancient secret poison, and he was a complete fool when Guangming took it out.

The reverse blood cut instantly killed several alchemists, and Wu Xuan swung the bone sword again.

"Crazy blood cut!"

The spiritual power could not be mobilized, and the treasure pill hadn't been thrown out yet, Zhang Mingye panicked, and quickly took out a large number of talismans and threw them wildly.

Immediately, colorful spiritual shields enveloped him, and his figure was so blurred that he couldn't see clearly.

How afraid of death is this?

After the Crazy Blood Slash broke through more than a dozen layers of shields, it was exhausted and then disappeared.

It won't be possible to take this thing down for a while.

Wu Xuan turned his head and aimed at other people, raising his sword and dropping it heartily.

Regardless of whether poisoning is despicable or not, it's over when you're happy.

Wu Xuanruo realized Shura's heart of killing swords in the slaughter-like killings.

"Three thousand guests are full of flowers and drunk, and the nineteen continents are cold with one sword!"

"kill!"

It only took less than five breaths to kill this group of blood-sucking insects.

After feeling the fragrance of blood, Wu Xuan dropped his sword and raised his fist.

"Blood spirit map, show..."

"Evil Dragon, Yan Hu..."

"Four-armed Blood Spirit Ghost Emperor!"

"Roar!!!!"

This is his full strength form. In the blood-like spiritual storm, Wu Xuan suddenly rose to a height of nearly three feet, his muscles knotted, and his muscles exploded.

A pair of pale ghost hands grew out of the armpits.

His whole body was white and his veins were pitch black.

Two canine teeth protrude from the upper jaw, like a humanoid tyrant.

"Innate dragon and tiger power."

"Five Fang Ghost Emperor Fist!"

Squatting down and twisting the body, swinging the right fist back, circles of violent energy form ripples visible to the naked eye and continuously condense on the fist, the emperor's voice cicadas blared.

- Boom!
The air was blown, and Zhang Mingye's hundreds of layers of talisman shields were not much better than paper, and were torn apart in an instant.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Amid the ear-piercing screams, Zhang Mingye's body exploded, leaving only a head, but he was not dead yet.

At this life-threatening juncture, there was a life-saving treasure to protect his life.

Wu Xuan secretly thought it was a pity.

The loot is gone, the breath is restrained, the shape changes, and it disappears here in an instant.

After half a second.

"Who is it?! Who dares to hurt my son!"

Zhang Mingye's father's divine thought turned into an angry roar, and found that no living person responded to him, and he was furious.

He had to hold his son's head to find the Elder Huashen who was sitting here, and he had to hang Zhang Mingye for his life, so that he could return to the Holy Land as soon as possible and be saved.

　I can't do it, I'm dying
　　
　
(End of this chapter)