Reborn Mosquito Daoist

Chapter 27 Gorefiend

Tian Xiezi's plain white robes had been stained crimson with blood, his face was even more livid, and his thick eyebrows were full of murderous intent!
The Arhat Formation and the Jiugong Chain Sword Formation are like a natural moat, completely separating the reckless army from the rebel army.The disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect are already out of ten, and there is nothing they can do about it.

The city gate is broken, how long can Wang Mang last!
How can Tian Xiezi be reconciled, although he doesn't care about Wang Mang's life or death, but with Wang Mang around for a day, he can get great benefits.He raised his body more than three feet, and took seven steps in the air, every time he took a step, he would smash a big head.

However, the two large formations remained motionless.When a monk dies, another monk takes over immediately.A Taoist fell down, and immediately another Taoist stood up.

Tian Xiezi staggered, and after all, he was no match for two fists and four hands. He once again performed the Dafa of disintegrating the demon, but his heart was more than enough and his strength was not enough.

It is also the cultivation base of Jinxian in the early stage, but Tianxiezi's Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa can exert its full potential. Wuyu, Sanmao and others lost to the team together, and even suffered a lot of injuries.

Seeing the old demon staggering, Wuyu bowed with both palms together, his left palm and right hand were slapped one after the other.Arhat crouched under the palm of the devil and healed Mount Tai again, and the fingers of the Garan God and Buddha were light and elegant.

With a "boom", Tian Xiezi was shot down from the air.

Tian Xiezi didn't want this old bald donkey to take advantage of others, his face was terribly dark.

Wuyu's righteousness was awe-inspiring, but his heart was horrified. There were several bloodstains on the arm hidden under the monk's robe, as if it had been scorched by an iron bar.

At the same time, Sanmao Zhenjun also stepped forward side by side, staring at Tian Xiezi.

"A group of pious villains, either taking advantage of others' danger, or bullying the few with the more..." Tian Xiezi cast a cold glance at the four of them, and suddenly shouted: "Blood Demon, I agree to your terms!"

"What, the blood demon is here too!" Mr. Damao's complexion changed. Although he hated the people in the blood prison, he had to be afraid of the opponent's combat power.Thinking about it, he remembered the blood prison disciple he met a few years ago.

"Damn blood prison!" Mr. Zhong Mao cursed.

Mr. Xiaomao was fully on guard.

Wuyu's face is also extremely ugly. During this period of time, the Red Eyebrow Army and the rebel army are fighting against each other, and even the Blood Prison behind them seems to be regarded as the righteous side. Take the opportunity!"

As soon as the words fell, a hoarse voice had reached everyone's ears.

"Jie Jie, Brother Tianxie, are you serious?!"

Tian Xie snorted, and didn't know what agreement the two had secretly reached.

"boom!"

Everyone felt their feet sway, and a huge crack opened in the whole ground, with boundless blood, and several people couldn't breathe.

Han Yu, who was hidden far away in the clouds, clearly felt the excitement transmitted by the black mosquito avatar.

"This is..." Han Yu controlled a black mosquito near the crack, "Blood... the sea?"

Under the crack is a huge pool of blood, the blood inside is like magma, constantly tumbling.

How could the black mosquitoes be able to resist such a strong blood energy? It was visible to the naked eye, and a dense cloud of mosquitoes swarmed into the crack.

Sanmao Zhenjun's eyelids twitched, they have seen how powerful this black mosquito is, and that thief was indeed the devil of this blood prison.

Han Yu had no choice but to try his best to control these avatars not to be too ostentatious.Fortunately, everyone's eyes were attracted by the upcoming Gorefiend, and these tiny mosquitoes were not enough to attract their attention.

This is a man-made sea of ​​blood. Black lights flashed from time to time during the waves of blood, which were the roars of countless ghosts and ghosts in pain.This is a purgatory on earth, God knows how many creatures that blood demon killed to create such a sea of ​​blood.

"Amitabha!" Wu Yu suddenly threw the Buddhist beads in his hand into the sea of ​​blood, and as the Buddha's name sounded, the entire sea of ​​blood was enveloped by the golden light emitted by the beads.

"Sentient beings in the Southern Jambudvipa, every behavior and thought is not due to karma, and nothing is not due to sin..." As soon as the "Ksitigarbha Vows" came out, the ghosts and ghosts in the sea of ​​blood were like broken balloons, constantly being transformed, disappear.

"The old bald donkey wants to die!" The blood sea was churning, and the blood demon hiding in it roared fiercely.

Without desire and unmoved, "Om Mani Padme Hum!", as soon as the six-character light mantra came out, the Buddha's light was even more powerful, and six golden characters appeared in the void, spinning and suppressing the entire sea of ​​blood.

"Hmph—the screen of the blood prison!" The monstrous blood wave condensed into a barrier, knocking the Buddhist beads back, and a skinny old man appeared above the blood wave.Wearing a blood-colored cloak, without eyeballs, there are two green will-o'-the-wisps flashing in the eye sockets, staring at Wuyu sinisterly.

Tian Xiezi curled his lips: "Finally you are willing to come out? We are working hard on the top, but you old ghost is hiding in the bottom and enjoying the rewards. Tsk tsk, it looks like this sea of ​​blood is not small..."

The faces of Wuyu and the others froze. It was not a secret from the higher authorities that the monks of the Blood Prison made great fortune in war.

The Gorefiend's face froze, and he was angry, "You bastard sits and reaps the rewards. He has been hiding underground for a long time, and he didn't even get any blood..."

Han Yu was happy, this old ghost had the same idea as himself, but his billions of clones had already absorbed all the blood essence of the monks, and even now, he had extended his grasp to the blood demon's stronghold.

"Huh!" The blood sea was created by the old devil, and the greed of the black mosquito finally attracted the attention of the blood devil.With a thought, the blood wave condensed into a blood bat with a huge mouth, and a cloud of black mosquitoes had been swallowed into the mouth.

Han Yu's face darkened, tens of thousands of black mosquitoes had lost contact with him.

"I don't know how to live!" Pulling out his teeth, Han Yu stared at the blood demon, "I hope you won't die in the hands of these people!"

The blood demon killed tens of thousands of black mosquitoes with one move, secretly took a few and put them in his hands for a while to look at them.

"Good baby!" Although I don't know what kind of mosquito this is, the scales and sharp mouth on the other side's body all show extraordinary, "Tsk tsk, it seems that you have been greedy for the blood on this battlefield..."

The Gorefiend was thoughtful, "This black mosquito is well used, and it can greatly increase the power of his blood god son. But there is no rush, let's clean up these bald donkeys and bull noses first."

Thinking about it, a monstrous bloody aura met Wuyu's six-character light mantra.

At this time, the Guangming Curse has become a golden "*" character, and the blood demon drives the evil spirit of the sea of ​​blood, turning it into a Shura knife, and slashing up.

This dirty blood already has extremely strong destructive power, and at this moment it condenses with evil spirits into a Shura knife, which can even be compared to ordinary magic weapons.

The blood demon refined this sea of ​​blood into his natal magic weapon. The blood demon's true essence accumulated over thousands of years is so strong. Although Wuyu's six-character light curse is quite accomplished, it can't do anything to the opponent's monstrous magic power.

At the same time, the Gorefiend created more than a dozen blood god sons. Although these clones only had one-tenth of the power of the main body, they were still enough to deal with the seriously injured San Mao and the others.

(End of this chapter)