Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 111

Although he got a terrifying weapon for free, Qin Luo didn't feel any joy in his heart. He gritted his teeth and glared at Emperor Shura's skeleton.

"Not bad, continue."

Emperor Shura didn't care about Qin Luo's anger. Anyway, he was dead, and there was only a ray of remnants that were about to dissipate. He couldn't do it even if he wanted to seize the house. With a smile, he forcibly connected Qin Luo's thoughts with the blood puppet again.

The blood puppet is made of blood, and it was born for killing. Its bloodthirsty and thoughts are extremely strong, and its killing intent is even more terrifying. It is as vast as the ocean, but it can't invade Qin Luo, who has the battle spirit of the ancient holy dragon.

To Taikoo Shenglong, that bit of killing intent is simply child's play, just like a drop of water falling into the vast ocean, without causing any waves.

Qin Luo's face was gloomy, and his mood was extremely complicated. He could clearly feel the close connection between himself and the blood puppet, which was completely equivalent to a clone. He could clearly feel the violent power contained in the blood puppet.

Even if the damage is severe, but once possessed the terrifying power of the peak of the Faxiang Realm, it can still easily suppress and kill the strong in the Concentration Realm. It can be called a great killer, and this killer can slowly return to its former peak.

He doesn't mind having Shura Qin and Blood Puppet, but he doesn't want to fall into Emperor Shura's schemes, but he doesn't have the strength to resist at all.

"Boy, how about this seat's gift?" Emperor Shura smiled strangely.

"I want to crush you to ashes." After a moment of silence, Qin Luo spoke slowly, with cold eyes, and walked towards the bloody platform.

"Good idea." Emperor Shura chuckled, and said immediately, "But you have no chance, all the treasures of this throne are in the Qiankun Ring, and they are all left to you."

At the end of the sentence, under Qin Luo's dumbfounded gaze, cracks appeared on his bones, densely packed, innumerable, and accompanied by the sound of crackling, the bones turned into flying ash and scattered.

He was not going to give Qin Luoyang a chance to ashes, and the fluorescent ashes melted into the blood-colored platform. On the platform, there was only a blood-colored dragon pattern ring and a blood-colored cloak left.

Looking at the bloody platform where there was only a bloody cloak and a universe ring lying quietly, Qin Luo was dumbfounded for a while, and then his face was twitching, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the platform, which was cruel and decisive.

The young master is just joking, at most he will throw you into the latrine...

but……

He took a few steps forward, holding the blood-colored cloak in his hand, and the blood-colored dragon pattern Qiankun Ring in his hand, without leaving a mark to identify the Lord immediately.

Instead, he looked at the Scarlet Platform in amazement. It looked like jade but not jade, and it looked like gold but not gold. The material was very strange. He had never seen or heard of similar materials.

He didn't pay much attention to it before, but when he thought of the scene where Emperor Shura's ashes were melted into it without leaving any traces, it all showed that this platform was not simple, and he was mistaken.

"Shenglong, what is this?" Qin Luo asked in thought.

The ancient holy dragon didn't pretend to be dead this time, the blood-golden light circulated on him, bloomed out, intertwined in front of him, and slowly turned into a blurred light and shadow, which couldn't be seen clearly, and there was an invisible coercion permeating the air.

Qin Luo looked at the manifested Primordial Sacred Dragon in surprise. This was the second manifestation of Him in front of him. He used to communicate and answer questions with his mind.

The ancient holy dragon didn't answer Qin Luo's words in a hurry, and looked at the bloody platform with slightly surprised eyes, feeling the aura of extinction and killing everything, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and he sighed for a long time.

"I didn't expect that in this tiny place, someone would forge blood iron."

"Destroyer Blood Iron?" Qin Luo frowned slightly. He had never heard of this name before, so he couldn't help but look at the ancient holy dragon.

"A top-level refining material. However, this material is not naturally cultivated, but acquired. It is formed from the blood of living beings, resentment, evil spirit, and murderous spirit. The cruel method is considered a taboo."

The ancient holy dragon said in a deep voice, "This piece of life-killing blood iron has at least drank the blood of tens of millions of living beings, and it has not yet been fully conceived, but it will soon."

The blood of thousands of living beings...

Qin Luo took a breath, and his scalp became numb for a while.

With a wave of the Primordial Sacred Dragon's hand, a vast river of blood roared from outside the cave, and there was a phantom of the Black Tiger King and phantoms of other monsters in it, a densely packed area.

All of them poured into the bloody platform and were swallowed by it, complicated and mysterious lines emerged, and the aura of extinction and killing everything became stronger, and Qin Luo couldn't help but take a few steps back.

A moment later, the blood-colored platform vibrated, the runes flickered, and blood-colored brilliance flowed out, extremely bright, and a strong bloody smell emanated.

A palpitating atmosphere filled the air, and there seemed to be thousands of creatures roaring and roaring inside, and a cold atmosphere hovered in the cave.

Qin Luo felt chills all over his body, who researched this inhuman "refining material".

There was a "click" sound, and cracks appeared on the blood-colored platform, extending and spreading, spreading like a spider's web, and pieces that looked like gold, non-gold, jade, and non-jade fell down, as if to be peeled off, an astonishing resentment and resentment burst out.

With a wave of the Immemorial Sacred Dragon's hand, endless dao patterns spread out from the void, turning the space into a cage, sealing off the unwillingness, resentment and anger, and pressing it into the broken platform again.

The strange blood flow flooded the cave, and with the explosion of the bloody platform, an object about a square meter in size appeared in Qin Luo's sight, like a warm blood jade, with a unique sense of beauty.

It's just that when I think of such a beautiful thing, it is actually made with the blood of thousands of living beings, and I shudder.

Tens of millions of creatures, even if they stand still and don't resist, they will be slaughtered if they dare to kill, and they will be killed until they are soft.

The ancient holy dragon stared blankly at the piece of life-killing blood iron, as if recalling something, sighed lightly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air, and the Shura Qin in Qin Luo's hand appeared in front of him instantly, saying faintly.

"Since it has been formed, don't waste it. I will recast the Shura Qin for you. As for whether it is a natal Horcrux, it is up to you."

With a wave of his hand, a barrier appeared at the entrance of the cave, sealing the cave. He looked a little dignified, stretched out his hands, and released a burst of secret power. The patterns of endless laws interweaved in the void, and a cauldron manifested.

As soon as he grasped it, the void split open, and endless chaotic air surged wildly into the cauldron. The chaotic air was slowly compressed and turned into a cluster of gray chaotic fire.

The flames rose and swayed gently, without the slightest breath coming out, nor did they feel the terrifying temperature, but Qin Luo saw that the void there was violently distorted, and then collapsed, turning into a pitch-black nothingness, which made people palpitate The breath came out.

The Primordial Sacred Dragon let out a soft drink, and the Shura Qin and the Exterminating Blood Iron flew into the cauldron together. The Primal Chaos Fire smelted the blood iron, and gradually turned it into a ball of moist liquid with a dreamlike luster. Formed by the blood of thousands of living beings.

Qin Luo asked the ancient holy dragon to leave a small ball of liquid, and then watched quietly. The speed of the ancient holy dragon was very fast, and everything seemed orderly. In less than half an hour, the Shura Qin had been recast.

It can't be regarded as a complete recasting, but the life-killing blood iron is blended into it, making its bewitching red color, like a perfect blood jade carved with precision.

The seven strings, all of which are in red gold, are gorgeous and gorgeous, with a hidden dragon shadow emerging, exuding a frightening aura.

The bloody murderous aura that flowed around was restrained, but there was an aura of destruction and slaughter faintly emanating from it.

(End of this chapter)