Daqizong

The vast sky, the black void. ——music—reading—fiction.{2}{3}{}{x}.

A white ray of light galloped across the icy starry sky.

Suddenly, a blood-colored sharp light shot out from a piece of star fragments below without warning.

The figure was startled suddenly, and quickly jumped to avoid it, but was still hit, and immediately screamed, vomited blood, and fell into the void.

"No, someone sneak attack!"

In the midst of the crisis, the cultivator quickly resorted to the Flowing Light Escape Technique, which he relied on to save his life, and wanted to speed up his escape.

But on the star fragments, someone laughed loudly: "It's too late to react now!"

The attacked cultivator suddenly saw a blood-colored figure rushing towards him, its momentum was as fast as lightning, and even with his cultivation at the second level of Dao Realm, he couldn't see the whole picture clearly.

I saw that it was a humanoid figure the size of a normal person.

His whole body was blood red, and he had no other color, and the whole body seemed to be a shadow formed by a pool of blood.

The monk who was attacked felt a horrible evil spirit produced from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and suddenly, hallucinations arose in his brain.

In front of him, it was as if there was a huge pool of blood, with hundreds of millions of miles of rivers flowing endlessly, rolling torrents, pouring into it, it turned out that all of them were filled with hot plasma, constantly turbulent and boiling.

The murderous aura, so strong that it was almost substantive, had already quietly invaded his heart long before the figure fell close.

The monk who was attacked was suddenly in a state of confusion and almost lost his defense.

His whole body was like falling into an ice cave, frozen in place and unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as that bloody figure rushed towards his face.

Boom!

The bloody figure slammed into the body of the attacked cultivator, and the attacked cultivator felt that his whole body was wrapped in a thick blood, and the terrible erosion force continued to spread, and his whole body melted quickly.

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"Not good! My body..." There was a bit of shock on the face of the attacked cultivator.

He is a monk of the first level of Dao Realm who was born as a half-demon.Although it is almost nothing in this world of masters like clouds, but because of the innate supernatural powers, he also has a bit of ability to be proud of. At least this body is so tyrannical, even if he meets a third-level Taoist. A fight is enough to resist a strong attack, and then look for a good opportunity to escape quickly.

How many times have you been in distress.Relying on this talent, he escaped suddenly when others were confident that they could easily kill him.

But this time, it seemed that the backing that had failed in all kinds of tests had finally met its nemesis, and couldn't even resist for a moment, and suddenly turned into pus and blood.

The meaning of endless blood gradually melted into his body.

The monk who was attacked could only feel a feeling of groggy coming up.

It seems that even the soul.are also being attacked.

"The Blood Swamp of the River Styx..."

Vaguely, the attacked cultivator heard a low and hoarse voice, as if he was reciting scriptures, murmured in his ears.

When this voice sounded.The bloody figure finally emerged from the darkness.

It was a hale and hearty old man with white hair and childlike face in a red robe, with a wicked smile on his face.Looking at the huge blood cells sinking in the blood swamp in front of him.

Below the blood cell, the scarlet swamp was churning like volcanic lava, but it was filled with it.It's not hot magma, but a mixture of viscous blood and meat paste, bursts of fishy feeling spread out.

The slurry surged, and the flesh and soul of the attacked monk melted in it.

Sensing the struggle coming from inside, the old man laughed strangely: "It's useless, this thing is the body of this Blood God, you are just a new demon god, you can't escape."

The terrified spiritual thoughts of the attacked monk came from inside: "Senior, we have no grievances and no enmity, why should this be the case, please let this junior go!"

Seeing that the old man ignored it, the attacked cultivator said again: "If the senior spares me, the junior is willing to donate all the treasures! Otherwise, the junior will destroy them even if his body is smashed to pieces!"

"Oh?" The old man heard the words, and finally reacted, but jokingly said, "Can you still move now?"

He raised his palm suddenly, and the bloody light shone on the swamp, and there was a scream from inside, the sound of begging for mercy and bargaining stopped abruptly, and turned into screams.

The old man sneered and said: "You dare to threaten me, you are beyond your control! When I became enlightened, you little baby, I don't know which mother's womb you are staying in."

The old man controlled the blood light, like controlling a flame, blessing it on the blood swamp.

"Ah... you old devil, you must die!"

"My brother is the demon god of Langji Mountain. If he finds out, he will never let you go!"

Inside the blood swamp, the sound of screaming and cursing continued to come out.

This blood marsh obviously possesses a power that is incomparable to ordinary things, and even monks in the Dao realm cannot bear it, and it directly affects the soul, and the torment on the mind is also extraordinary.

"Junior, accept your fate, no matter how much you struggle for help, there is nothing you can do, you are doomed!"

Regardless of his cursing, the old man laughed loudly.

This old man is exactly the blood-clothed patriarch mentioned by Taoist Canghuo and others.

In the Heaven Realm, he can also be called a giant with a fierce reputation. His favorite thing to do is to kill weak monks and plunder their treasures and opportunities.

The blood-clothed patriarch was originally a casual cultivator with no worries, but after becoming enlightened by an adventure, he became even more unscrupulous. No matter what the opponent's background is, what kind of support he has, as long as the strength is weaker than himself, he dares to strike.

Thousands of years ago, there was a third-level Taoist monk who was known as a master in all the heavens. Because his beloved disciple was attacked and killed by him, in grief and indignation, he spent a lot of money to search the heavens and pursue him everywhere.

In order to encircle and kill the blood-clothed patriarch, that expert even invited two close friends who were not inferior to him in cultivation to fight together.

At that time, the blood-clothed patriarch was only at the second level of Dao Realm. Everyone who knew about it thought he was dead, but the result was unexpected. Killed the master, wounded two helpers, and escaped smoothly under their desperate attacks.

Although he himself was seriously injured and disappeared for hundreds of years, since then, almost no one dared to mess with him from the heavens.

However, this blood-clothed ancestor is an enemy of the whole world, but he has been at large, almost no one can cure him, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be a lonely family and fight alone.

In the world of comprehension, there is always a powerful giant who is high above the ground, and there are things that are inconvenient to do, and people like him need to be used.

The blood-clothed patriarch is well versed in the way of survival. Although he is unscrupulous outside, he has always held the necessary awe for the real Lejian powerhouses, and he also tries his best to get acquainted with them and seek shelter for himself.

It is also because of this that no matter how arrogant he is, he will not easily fall into a desperate situation.

He acts, has his own set of rules.

Three full days passed.

Although the blood-clothed ancestor's method is time-consuming and labor-intensive, it is extremely safe.

He restrained the body and soul of the monk who was attacked, and spent three days and three nights. He never felt any threat, nor did he find the trump card or the powerful talisman that the other party relied on to save his life. , Kill the attacked monk.

It was not the first time for the blood-clothed patriarch to kill such an opponent, and his mood did not fluctuate at all. He picked out the Qiankun treasure bag and other magic weapons stored on purpose, and searched for the spoils.

At this moment, the blood-clothed patriarch suddenly changed his expression and looked into the dark depths in the distance.

He turned sideways, but he didn't even care about the treasure in his hand, and immediately turned into a blood shadow, hiding away.

All I saw was a golden light flashed, and a golden token exuding a radiant divine light burst out of the air and appeared directly at the place where he was standing just now.

"It was a false alarm, it turned out to be this thing..." The blood-clothed patriarch heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly his expression changed slightly, and a sharp cold light flashed in his pupils, "No, this is the highest golden order, there is What is it that is so urgent?"

The golden order is a secret treasure of communication produced by the Zhenbao Pavilion from the heavens, which can realize ultra-long-distance communication in the vast heavens.

This thing is convenient for sending messages and issuing instructions, and it can check each other's identities more quickly and accurately than ordinary communication methods, and the things transmitted are reliable and correct.

Jin ordered, seeing the order is like seeing a person, the blood-clothed ancestor sensed the aura contained in it, and immediately understood who was looking for him.

The blood-clothed ancestor appeared, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it, and then sank his consciousness into it familiarly, sensing it carefully.

"Go to heaven, intercept and kill one person..."

There was a pensive look on the face of the blood-clothed ancestor, as if he was considering whether to follow suit.

But he didn't hesitate for too long, and quickly put away all the treasures he had obtained before, turned into blood, and fled away.

The direction he was going was the star field leading to the lower realm!

……

"Li Daoyou, let's go and say goodbye. I don't know when we will meet again. Please take care."

"We are starting from the heaven, waiting for you to ascend to settle in the future and become our generation."

At this moment, Li Wan was saying goodbye to a group of people in the Yanshan Cave of the Cultivation Alliance.

These people are Allies.

The Cultivation Alliance valued him quite a lot, and a power like them also needed a master craftsman who could handle the tripod, so as not to suffer from the monopoly of the Zhenbao Pavilion, and to truly compete with it in this respect.

Although Li Wan didn't ascend, he still needed their help, and naturally he was equally amiable.

After some politeness, Li Wan bowed his hands to the crowd and said: "Everyone take care, Li will leave now." Then he drove the Yutian Rong chariot and flew away in the direction of the Xuanhuang Great World.

After returning from this trip, Li Wan already has a lot of special products from the Tianyi Realm on hand, especially in the year of Huihui, he bought hundreds of Lingyun treasures, which is almost equivalent to collecting and transporting the power of Tiannan for many years. accumulated income.

Coupled with the Waiting Spirit Peak given by the ancient Lin, the harvest can be called huge.

His mood is relaxed and joyful.

Especially thinking that I have already entrusted Jiang Shiheng and others to help keep an eye on the relevant news. If I come back next time, I will definitely gain more. Li Wanxin is full of expectations for the next market meeting and his party. (To be continued..)