Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 38: Beheaded with a Sword

Ren Ou swung his spear, which turned into a black light and stabbed towards the eldest disciple of Qiyun Mountain, Taoist Chang Jing, who was four or five meters tall and guarding the gate of the ancestral hall like a god.

Chang Jing has three heads and six arms, and at this moment the eyes of his three heads opened at the same time!

A chill suddenly exploded from the tail vertebrae of everyone present and spread throughout their bodies.

The men's movements slowed down a bit as they all looked over here.

This Taoist priest Chang Jing with three heads and six arms seemed like a real immortal god who had descended to earth, making some of the weak-willed people in the audience even want to bow down to him.

However, Brother Ren Ou still had no expression on his face and shot forward with a cold face.

The black gun changed in the air. The gun that was originally more than two meters long suddenly stretched to an exaggerated five or six meters!
"presumptuous."

Taoist Chang Jing uttered two words, and some of his three heads and six arms, some holding swords, some holding talismans, some making hand gestures, and some making claw-shaped fingers, attacked Ren Ou.

He was too tall. The slightest movement of his four or five meter tall figure caused a surge of demonic energy. A fierce sword energy came from Taoist Chang Jing's sword, but Ren Ou did not dodge or evade. His spear still thrust forward domineeringly, with no intention of retreating to defend himself.

Li Daosheng's heart tightened when he saw this. Did he intend to die together with this Taoist Chang Jing?

Just when Li Daosheng couldn't help but want to help, Ren Ou's voice rang out: "Go in."

But at this moment, Taoist Chang Jing's sword energy hit Ren Ou's left arm squarely. Although it seemed to encounter huge resistance, Ren Ou's left arm still flew into the sky and fell to the ground.

But because Ren Ou had no intention of defending himself, the five or six meter long black spear fiercely pierced into Taoist Chang Jing's chest.

When Ren Ou said the word "go in", Ren Ou, who only had his right arm left, suddenly exerted force and used his spear to pick up the four or five meter tall Taoist Chang Qing and threw him over, opening the door for Li Daosheng to enter the ancestral hall!
So fierce! But his hands...

Li Daosheng was not a hesitant person. The gatekeeper Chang Jing Taoist was knocked away. He would certainly not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Li Daosheng, Monk Jueming, and Chen Zhian immediately kicked open the door of the ancestral hall and rushed in.

What he never expected was that as soon as he entered the door, a streak of blood shot out. Li Daosheng was alert and blocked it with a sword. Although the man was knocked to the side and fell to the ground, he was not seriously injured.

But Chen Zhian and Monk Jueming were in a miserable state. Chen Zhian also sensed the danger, and took the Seven Star Steps to create a way out. However, his speed was too slow, and he was still brushed by the blood. His right shoulder was pierced, and he fell to the ground covered in blood.

However, Monk Jueming didn't react at all, and was pierced through the head by the blood!

"Little master!"

"Monk Jueming?!"

Li Daosheng and Chen Zhian shouted one after another, both shocked and angry. Could it be that this monk died like this?

Fortunately, the two of them soon discovered something unusual. The young monk Jueming's head was clearly pierced by blood and exploded, so why was there not a drop of blood?
Chen Zhian was bleeding profusely after his right shoulder was pierced.

"Amitabha……"

Sure enough, Monk Jueming's voice did not change at all.

"Thank you both for your concern. I have practiced Zen, so I won't die easily."

"Ouch..." Seeing that he was fine, Chen Zhian fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder and wailing, "You can't die. I'm almost dying of pain."

Li Daosheng looked at the blood light, and after looking carefully, he found that it was not blood light at all, but a long "blood vessel" like a red line!
After the blow was delivered at this moment, the blood vessels squirmed on the ground like poisonous snakes and then retracted.

The three of them looked forward in the direction the blood vessels went back.

The sound of flesh wriggling chills one's heart...

Deep in the hall, a strange figure of heaven, which had transformed into the body shape of an ordinary person, was sitting cross-legged in front of the statues of the three ancestors of Qiyun Mountain.

Originally, there was only the Taoist's head and the monk's bones, but now... dense blood vessels are running through his body, strands of bloody red granulations are clinging to the skeleton, tendons, organs, and flesh are growing out, and except for the empty space where the heart is, this strange appearance is no different from that of an ordinary person.

The blood that attacked the three people just now was indeed its blood vessels.

This monster really couldn't be reasoned with by common sense. It could even use its blood vessels as a means of attack, so how could it be killed?

The three of them exchanged glances and stepped forward with low steps.

And Tiandao, who was facing away from the three people, suddenly turned his head 180 degrees strangely!

The old Taoist opened his eyes, which were filled with blood, and a sound came out of his mouth.

"Immeasurable...Tianzun."

"Amitabha……"

It's the devil's sound!
The Taoist, Buddhist and demonic sounds that captivated people before are here again!
"Damn it, your master is waiting for this move from you!"

The young Taoist priest Chen Zhian cursed while grabbing his waist with his backhand.

A Sanqing Bell appeared in his hand.

"Ding-ding-ding-ring-ding-ding-"

The devilish voice of the strange-looking Wuliang Tianzun came like a wave, but the little Taoist priest's Sanqing Bell kept shaking, and he was not at all inferior.

Then, the chanting of the young monk Jueming also joined in.

“Namo Amitabha… Namo Amitabha… Namo Amitabha…”

This empty and huge ancestral hall was instantly filled with various sounds.

After a while, Li Daosheng, who was about to cover his ears, realized, eh? Nothing happened!
What a good trick to control sound with sound.

This move was broken, and Tiandao Guaixiang used the next move.

It actually exploded the blood vessels that were twisting like long snakes, and blood rained down in the sky in an instant!

Li Daosheng's feet moved like the wind, and the long sword in his hand danced into a water mirror, returning most of the blood rain that was coming towards him.

But this blood rain was blown up by it. It came too densely and in different directions. There were always places that Li Daosheng could not guard against.

On the contrary, it was the little Taoist priest and the little monk who had less killing power than Li Daosheng. One of them stepped on the seven stars and found his place of death, without being touched by a drop of blood rain. The other did not even move on the spot, and the blood rain passed through his body without hurting him at all.

After a wave of bloody rain, Li Daosheng had more than a dozen wounds on his body. The wounds were emitting white smoke and bleeding profusely, making him look quite miserable.

However, apart from the huge disadvantage of Li Daosheng's suicidal body, which is heading towards death, it does have some advantages.

That is, apart from the fatal injury, the other injuries did not have much impact on him, and even the pain was very mild.

Perhaps, it is because the body's "attention" is focused on dying as quickly as possible.

After this bloody rain, Li Daosheng also approached the strange appearance of Tiandao.

He swung his sword and leaped towards the evil demon, but saw a ray of Buddha's light suddenly appear behind the evil demon!
The true energy in Li Daosheng's body surged wildly, and with a single strike of his sword, the Buddha's light was extinguished.

However, the back of Tiandao Guaixiang suddenly burst into flesh and blood, and dense white bones stabbed towards Li Daosheng.

Li Daosheng swung his sword continuously, each time blocking the rapidly attacking bone spurs. The momentum of attack and defense changed very quickly. His figure, sword shadows and dense bone spurs intertwined, gradually becoming difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!

The young Taoist priest Chen Zhian was stunned. When did such a young top swordsman appear in this world?
But then I heard a "Puff..." sound.

Looking up, Li Daosheng's sword brushed past the neck of Tiandao Guaizhao, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and it seemed that he missed.

But in the next second...

The head of the kind-looking Taoist priest suddenly bent, and blood spurted out from his neck, leaving only a piece of skin connected to his neck.

(End of this chapter)