The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 311
With a scream, Liang Xiaoshu's body was thrown out and fell heavily on the ground. His body was covered with wounds, dripping with blood, and his clothes were stained red.

He raised his head with difficulty, his face full of resentment: "How is it possible, my magic clothes are almost complete, how can you be his opponent."

He originally swore that he would win without a doubt, but who knew that he would lose everything in one fell swoop. Not only did he end up with his magic clothes destroyed, but he was seriously injured to the point where he couldn't even escape.

If Song Xing's main target of attack hadn't been the magic clothes just now, and he resisted desperately, he might have turned into a corpse by now.

Such an ending really made him angry, humiliated and desperate.

"Speaking of which, what the hell was that just now?" Song Xing said lightly, "You tell me his origin, and I'll let you go."

"Hmph." Liang Xiaoshu sneered again and again, "Do you think I'm just a fledgling bird? It's not bad to coax a three-year-old child with such words."

Liang Xiaoshu knew in his heart that with Song Xing's decisive action just now, even if he revealed the details of the Demon Cult, Song Xing would not let him go.

"In that case, you should die."

After Song Xing's voice fell, he took a step forward and came to Liang Xiaoshu in an instant, and slapped Liang Xiaoshu's chest with his palm.

Liang Xiaoshu's eyes were red, and with a roar, a large amount of black mist quickly emerged from his body, and he quickly transformed into the shape of a giant spider in the air.

Song Xing was not afraid, with a flick of his wrist, thunderbolts burst out.

The thunder light collided violently with the black mist, making an astonishing sound like muffled thunder.

As a member of the Demon Sect, Liang Xiaoshu still has several strange attacking methods besides the magic clothes, but unfortunately because of his serious injuries and Song Xing's tyranny, the only one he can use is this move with the body The magic power cultivated, the spiders transformed to attack the enemy.

This illusory monster has a huge body and powerful strength, but its defense is not as strong as the magic clothes. It was quickly broken up by Song Xing and turned into nothingness.

Song Xing's offensive did not diminish at all, and he punched out again.

Liang Xiaoshu's body flew straight out, gliding directly for [-] meters, and hit the horse tethering stone at the end of the street, and was forced to stop.

Liang Xiaoshu was lying on the ground, with red blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, his breath was sluggish, and his eyes were dim, as if his life was hanging by a thread.

His body was covered with dense scars, shocking and bloody.

But even so, Liang Xiaoshu still did not surrender, his face was full of resentment: "Song Xing, don't you try to force anything out of me."

"Hehe, have you really thought about it?" Song Xing smiled indifferently, slowly raised the Blood River Sword in his hand, pointed the sharp blade at Liang Xiaoshu, and said in a cold tone with endless threats and indifference: "Since you If you are so loyal to the power gang, then go to the underworld to be loyal!"

When Liang Xiaoshu heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said sarcastically, "Song Xing, don't you think that you can rest easy if you can escape our pursuit, no one can escape the pursuit order of the power gang."

Song Xing raised his eyebrows: "I'm waiting for Li Chenzhou to come and kill me in person."

Liang Xiaoshu said, "It won't be long before the power gang will find you and crush you to ashes. Not only that, none of the people related to you will survive. If you offend the power gang, there will never be a place for you in this world !"

"There's so much nonsense," at this moment, Song Xing suddenly reached out and pinched Liang Xiaoshu's neck.

He understated it, and with a casual flick to the side, Liang Xiaoshu was thrown onto the tethering stone next to him. There were a few crisp clicks, his head hit the tree trunk, his eyes widened, his whole body twitched, and a large amount of pain came out of his body. The black mist lost its breath after that.

Song Xing didn't even look at him, walked towards the place filled with black mist, stretched out his hand to grab it, and took out a secret book from Liang Xiaoshu's body.

He was very interested in Liang Xiaoshu's method of cultivating sorcery.

After all, such evil and weird martial arts are unique and very rare in the Jianghu.

He guessed right, Liang Xiaoshu really carried a secret book with him, besides, Song Xing also found a thin stone compass in his arms.

The stone plate is extremely light, as thin as a cicada's wing, and seems to be polished from a transparent stone, with a few lines of text and a picture scroll engraved on it.

Song Xing flipped through the cheat book in his hand, and couldn't help frowning.

This technique is not an orthodox technique. The content recorded in it is full of evil and vicious air. If you are not careful, you will go astray, go crazy, and become a demon. Everyone shouts and beats.

The most important thing is that practicing this hell-in-disguise map will eventually allow you to enter the magic way, and train your human body to be like a monster, neither human nor demon, weird and evil.

Although he longed for the secret books of Taoism cultivation, Song Xing still dismissed such evil skills, threw the secret books aside, and turned his eyes to the stone plate.

He stretched out his index finger and tapped on the center of the stone. There was a slight fluorescence on the stone plate, and the pattern engraved on it became a little clearer.

It depicts a man sitting cross-legged on a huge altar.

The man is tall and burly, with a dark and rough face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a high nose bridge. He is wearing black armor, a jade belt around his waist, and a long knife on his back. He exudes a domineering aura.

"Huh?" Song Xing looked at the pattern, his brows gradually frowned, "Why is this pattern familiar?"

Suddenly, he was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out: "This is... Chi You, the military master?"

Chi You is the ancestor of the Jiuli tribe in southern Xinjiang, the greatest rival of Emperor Yan and Huangdi, and the records related to Chi You in later generations are all divinely clear, obscure and difficult to understand.

"Huanglan Tomb Records" records: "The Yellow Emperor and Chi You fought in the field of Zhuolu. The Yellow Emperor killed him, but his body was in a different place, so he was not buried."

As for how the Yellow Emperor defeated Chi You back then, he also used the destiny to help him.

"Shu Yi Ji" records: "Chi You's ears and temples are like swords and halberds, and his head has horns. He fights with Xuanyuan. He uses the horns to kill people, and people can't face them."

It even demonized Chi You, and only later generations gradually rectified Chi You's name, respecting him and Emperor Yan and Huang as one of the three ancestors of Chinese civilization.

"Could it be that these magic arts were handed down from ancient Chi You?" Song Xing whispered to himself, his face becoming serious.

Since ancient times, there have been many witchcraft in southern Xinjiang. Ye Aichan spent 20 years of effort to get rid of the poison of witchcraft in his body. It is conceivable that it is strange and evil.

And Chi You, as the master of Miao Jiang, the exercises he passed down are definitely the top magic methods in the world.

Thinking of this, Song Xing took out two copper coins, and a strange wave radiated out. Immediately, the two copper coins flew out, accurately landed on the stone plate, and fixed in the center of the stone plate.

In the next second, the scene on the stele suddenly changed, the sky and the earth seemed to be reversed, the sun and the moon cycled, and the mountains and rivers changed rapidly. Finally, when the picture was frozen, a huge void appeared on the stele.

The void is deep and dark, pitch black, like a huge vortex, and in the center of the vortex, there is a huge stone tablet floating.

When Song Xing carefully brought his consciousness close to the stele, it seemed as if he had encountered a huge spiritual storm. The terrifying force raged through the void, and his consciousness was suddenly ejected.

(End of this chapter)