Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 421: Withered and prosperous
But before the Prime Minister could say anything, Wu Kui laughed first: "The soul-swallowing soul that Brother Xianghou sacrificed with the water and fire ritual method is the most capable of confusing the lust and reason of our monks, but Fellow Daoist Cao didn't even react. No."

As it spoke, it opened its mouth and spat out a blood-colored spirit bead, and the other direct descendants of the transformed gods also offered up spirit beads with exactly the same specifications. They merged with each other and turned into a ball about ten feet in diameter. Bloody aura.

In the distance, Bingzheng, who transformed into a red dragon, opened his mouth wide and was about to swallow a drop of Xuanling's blood, but he bit the whole thing empty.

In addition, the other two drops of Xuanling blood suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, three drops of spiritual blood suddenly appeared in the bloody aura, and then fell into the sea of ​​blood.

Suddenly, a huge whirlpool appeared on the sea surface, and a majestic suction force erupted, and the torrential sea water poured into it.The entire sea level dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it!" Bingzheng said angrily.

And Wu Kui smiled and said: "Friend Ao Chi, I really can't bear to ruin your good deeds. But Xuanling blood is not something you can get your hands on!"

"Fellow Taoist Wu Kui, this Taoist Ao Chi is someone who is not easy to mess with at first sight. You have to be careful." Cao Wei said slowly.

After saying this, he couldn't help but secretly said: "This red dragon is not Bingzheng's true body. What is the true form of this guy and where is it?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Kui's eyes became more solemn. He looked at Ao Chi, who was more than three hundred miles away, and said in a deep voice: "Does fellow Taoist Cao value Ao Chi so much? It seems that this guy also has extraordinary abilities. Oh, Wu, you have to be careful. Is it just that fellow Taoist Cao and Ao Chi know each other?"

"I've never seen him before, but Cao can instinctively feel that fellow Daoist Ao Chi is very powerful!" Cao Wei said slowly.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Cao, for reminding me. Wu thought that fellow Taoist would be as ruthless as fellow Taoist Ao Cang?" Wu Kui said with a smile.

As soon as he said this, Cao Wei and Ao Cang showed almost the same smile: "Thank you for the compliment!"

"I'm not praising you, father and son." Wu Kui said helplessly.

"It's okay. I'm even more pleased that you praised Cang'er!" Cao Wei smiled like an old father.

Seeing this, Wu Kui said: "If Wu hadn't known that Ao Cang had been practicing under the Dragon Lords of Dragon Island since he was a child, he would have thought that it was Taoist friend Cao who taught him through words and deeds, and he would be where he is today!"

As he spoke, the black mist surged around the black water snake, turning into a giant python with a black body and a white belly, and vertical green eyes. The snake's body was more than four feet thick and a hundred feet long. It stood up and roared.

Following the sound, the Asuras within hundreds of miles exploded for no reason, turning into a rain of blood all over the sky.

But in an instant, the drops of blood condensed out of the sea of ​​​​netherworld blood below.

Between life and death, death and life, the eyes of these Asuras gained a little more sparkle, which was no longer the empty appearance at the beginning.

Seeing this, Cao Wei frowned slightly and said slowly: "Brother Wu Kui, are you really going to do this?"

Before he could finish his words, the Asuras transformed by Jindan monks such as Yue Yanshu and Qingqiu Hu who were attacking him were retreated without any warning and flew away without any resistance.

Although the magical aura exuded by these Asuras was at the level of a Golden elixir cultivator from the beginning, it was only superficial.However, with each resurrection from the sea of ​​blood, their control over their own magic power has gradually improved.

If at the beginning, these Asuras were just flesh and blood puppets, now they look a bit like monks.

And this is why the more than a thousand Jindan monks who entered the temple during this trip still tried their best to restrain themselves while fighting for the Xuanling blood, lest the souls of these former subordinates really return to their original state.

Although their strength far exceeds that of monks of the same level, after all, they are only at the Golden Core stage. Once they are surrounded by dozens of people of the same level, they will easily fall into danger.

Besides, it would be terrible if in the end, these guys are stronger than they were in life.

This was exactly what Cao Wei was worried about, and Wu Kui's actions accelerated the process.

However, the other party behaved like this as soon as he came in, obviously he was well prepared.

"It has been nearly eleven years since I entered the palace this time. We and other tribes have suffered heavy losses. Fellow Daoist Cao should retreat early, otherwise I will be heartbroken!" Situ Yao said with a smile.

After saying that, she turned over her hand and took out a long needle, twisting it lightly between her fingers.

Cao Wei glanced at the needle, and the words appeared in his eyes [Qingming Needle: middle-grade spiritual treasure, mysterious ghost iron, cloud spiritual soul... forged, and cultivated in Lihuo for [-] years to become middle-grade... …]

As soon as he saw the name of this long needle, Cao Wei also instantly remembered some information he had seen in the sect's scripture collection pavilion. The real name of the magic weapon that made him famous 5000 years ago was the Qingming Zhenjun. This thing.

This man was a casual cultivator, and he was a great cultivator of the same generation as Cangling and Youchan from the human race, but he suddenly disappeared one day.

From this point of view, True Lord Qingming must have fallen into the hands of Cangling.

The Qingming Needle is divided into two states: visible and invisible.When it is tangible, it is best at breaking through all kinds of protective shields, especially the two elements of water and wood.When invisible, it is a treasure of divine soul attack.

"I feel pity for Sister Situ. When we are free in the future, you and I can make a date and have a drink and talk!" Cao Wei said with a smile.

"How about having enough food and wine? Fellow Taoist Cao, you are also interested in people like Situ Yaoren. I admire you!" Jin Zhibai sighed.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, it doesn't matter if Cao's reputation is bad. You can't tarnish the reputation of fellow Taoist Situ for no reason!" Cao Wei said slowly.

He looked at the spiritual pillars surrounding Jin Zhibai. The golden light shone endlessly, forming the image of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. He knew that it was the "Eight Door Soul Locking Formation" without using prompt words.

And since there is this formation, Jin Zhibai must have a golden mirror.

In addition to Jin Zhibai and Situ Yao, other incarnations of gods, such as the colorful flames lingering around Mingmiao of the colorful peacock clan, the tiger-like objects on the golden-winged roc's claws, etc., are all It is a piece of medium-grade spiritual treasure.

But the one with the richest net worth is Ao Cang. From top to bottom, the helmet, armor, goggles, arm guards, leg guards, boots and even the red cloak behind him are all middle-grade spiritual treasures. The auras in them blend together without distinguishing each other. At first glance, it looks like a complete set, just like a turtle shell.

As soon as he saw this boy dressed so well, Cao Wei had no other thoughts. Otherwise, if he could kill him, he would be in trouble.

This complete set of mid-grade spiritual treasures can be regarded as a sect-suppressing treasure if you look at the three thousand sects in the seventy domains of the human race.

I'm afraid that the spiritual armor possessed by some great monks is not as good as the one on Ao Cang.

However, Si Kou, who was completely covered in black robes, said in a calm tone: "Fellow Taoist Cao is so intolerant of meat and vegetables. Isn't it too insulting to the lintel?"

"Dare you ask your friend Gao's name?" Cao Wei asked.

"Great Wilderness Holy Cult Sikou, this is Tu Mu next to me. Fellow Taoist Cao, it's better to retreat early so as to keep yourself useful. There are really too many fellow Taoists who have fallen this time, and Si really doesn't want to see anyone else. Dead." Sikou said slowly. "It has been more than ten years since I entered the palace this time. I didn't expect that the first person who cared about Cao's life and death was fellow Taoist. Don't you and the Great Wilderness Holy Sect most want to see the weakening of all races?" Cao Wei laughed loudly.

Upon hearing this, Sikou said calmly:
"Fellow Taoist, are you so superficial? Now you are carving up the Mysterious Realm among various tribes, and the right to speak naturally belongs to you. Why are you not the ones to slander yourself? We, the Great Wilderness Holy Sect, just want to re-repair what the Divine Court has established. The power that the monks have is too great. If it is not controlled, it will only cause harm to the world in the end. We are only golden elixir monks, but once a murderous intention arises, all it takes is a change of spiritual thought. , countless weak mortal creatures within a radius of hundreds of miles will die suddenly. And what if it is Nascent Soul, Transformation God, or even higher caves, fusions, or even transcending tribulations and Mahayana?"

"In the Mahayana period, are you following the laws of the gods?" Cao Wei asked with a smile.

"This is natural. In the past, whether it was Meng Ji or Wuzhi Qi, the ancestors of the two clans created secret realms to nourish the living beings to feed the world. Trillions of people died because of it, so that the evil spirit was churning here and almost caused a fire. Great calamity. And fellow Taoists should have heard more or less about their fate, right?" Sikou said slowly.

"It's a pity. How can any monk in the world want an extra shackle on his neck?" Cao Wei said.

He naturally knew more or less about the fate of the Mengji and Wuzhiqi clans.

The ancestor of the Mengji clan was hunted by the Divine Court. Even though he escaped into the virtual world, he was found and refined into a virtual world bead.

However, the Mengji clan was not like Wuzhiqi. The entire clan was deprived of their bloodline and degenerated from a true spirit clan into an ordinary race.

"It is reasonable for people to be like this, but no matter how difficult the thing is, someone has to do it, right? But simple ideas cannot convince you. If the Holy Religion wants to re-establish the heavenly order of the Divine Court, it can only rely on force to force it. Suppress all ethnic groups." Sikou nodded and said.

Speaking of this, it said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, you should retreat as soon as possible. It is a better choice to protect yourself wisely. Although Xuanling blood is good, you must still have your life. A quarter of an hour later, if you are still in the hall, Fellow Taoist, that Sikou will not be merciful."

This sound spread throughout the area of ​​seven to eight hundred miles with the spiritual thoughts, and then spread further in the air, accompanied by a strange fluctuation, and actually covered the entire secret realm of the Sifang Palace.

However, before Sikou reminded him, some Jindan monks who knew they were outmatched had already withdrawn from the Sifang Hall for safety reasons, while some still wanted to fight for the Xuanling blood.

When he heard this, Cao Wei couldn't help but chuckled: "In that case, Cao will resign first."

Although he has forcibly swallowed many golden elixirs in the past few days, making his magic power a bit stronger than before, which is comparable to that of these transformed gods, there are still some hidden dangers after all.

But the most important thing is that he currently has no spiritual treasure in his hands. The sacred wooden tripod is only a low-grade spiritual treasure, not as good as the middle-grade spiritual treasures in the hands of these gods.

As for the bronze fragment of the King's Seal of the Western Wilderness, after more than two hundred years of cultivation, he can already use it a little, and the power of the golden aura contained in it is no less powerful than these middle-grade spiritual treasures. .

But if this thing can be used, it is better not to use it.

Although the Xuanling blood is good, it has huge hidden dangers after all, and it is far less peaceful than using the Xihuang King's Seal!
"Father, please wait a moment! The Blood God's oracle made it clear that there must be clan monks here. If you leave, only half of the clan will be left. You don't want to come in vain. Are you going to send someone with black hair as a gift?" Ao Cang said with a smile.

"I really want to see it." Cao Wei said without hesitation.

As he spoke, a blue rainbow suddenly flew over and landed in front of him. It was a long bronze sword with a faint azure glow.

Wei Wujiu turned into a wisp of light and fled towards the exit of the Sifang Palace, chased by many Asuras.

At the same time, he sent a message and said: "De Cao, don't fight for the Xuanling blood to save your life, but don't let the Patriarch's sword be left outside."

Hearing this, Cao Wei chuckled: "That's not guaranteed."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, then placed it across the palm of his left palm and made a slight stroke.

A trace of blood appeared on the blade of the sword and submerged into the sword body in an instant. Then, the method of "Xiaguang Condensation" was used, and combined with the blood refining technique, it temporarily established a connection with the Qingxia Sword.

And as the pure wood spiritual energy poured into his body, Cao Wei suddenly felt that the magic power all over his body became lighter and more active, and the death aura brought about by practicing the "Peng Peng" method was also reduced a bit, and he was balanced. The energy of life and death in the body was eliminated.

With a thought in Cao Wei's mind, the gray aura lingering around him slowly became clearer, turning into two balls of light, one gold and one green, ten feet in diameter, like the sun and the moon.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of spiritual energy visible to the naked eye spread wildly, and along with the sound of buzzing, an extremely violent hurricane was formed in an instant, sweeping over a hundred miles in radius.

"This is the true state of affairs!" Cao Wei said in his heart.

At this time, Du Ku fell from the sky and stood beside Bai Yun.

As soon as he let go, the vajra demon-subduing pestle sank into the hands of Fudo Mingwang Xiang behind Bai Yun, and merged with the demon-subduing pestle formed by the magic power.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?" Bai Yun chuckled.

"Since you want to fight, I'll lend this thing to you for the time being." Du Ku said with his hands clasped together.

After saying that, he galloped away into the distance.

"Senior brother, I won't return what you gave me!" Bai Yun laughed loudly.

Although that is said, this vajra demon-conquering pestle is the natal spiritual treasure of the former sect's god, and it has been cultivated in the secret realm for many years.

I'm afraid that as soon as he goes out, this thing will leave the body on its own.

Situ Yao and Jin Zhibai looked at each other and started communicating secretly.

"The Demon-Subduing Pestle, don't you think Wu Nian Temple would be willing to invite this thing out?"

"Even though it is a divine thing, it can only exert the power of a mid-grade spiritual treasure in Baiyun's hands, which is not something to be afraid of."

And this kind of conversation was also passed down among these direct descendants of the transformed gods.

At the same time, the more than a thousand late-stage Jindan cultivators present also left the Sifang Hall one after another like Du Ku and Wei Wujiu.

After a quarter of an hour, there were only dozens of monks left in the hall.

At this moment, Cao Wei, Bai Yun and several other human monks stood together with Situ Yao and Jin Zhibai.

The people present are all monks who have lived for hundreds of years. When they are less motivated, they know that there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

Although they have had deep prejudices against Jin Zhibai and Situ Yao these days, they are both human monks now and have a natural alliance. They should clear out the foreign monks first, and then finally have a showdown to decide the mystery. The ownership of spiritual blood.

(End of this chapter)