Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 372 The End ([-]) Nine Turns of the Golden Baby
Yang Dingtian waved his hand and pulled out a blood-red banner behind him. The banner was full of human faces, like leaves floating in the water. Every human face was full of endless pain. They all struggled to get out of the bloody banner, always ready to find a scapegoat.

This blood-colored flag grows in the wind, and when it is covered, it is half of the world.

A strong smell of blood immediately filled Song Qingshu's nostrils, and at the same time, various extreme emotions came to his heart, such as disgust, or boredom, or killing intent, or pain, and so on.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but twitched his nostrils, and said in a deep voice, "Evil heretics!"

Yang Dingtian laughed wildly after hearing this: "What is righteousness and what is evil? The world is not benevolent, and all things are like dogs. How can you and I be an exception? What can you do with hypocritical benevolence and righteousness!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Dingtian moved behind with one hand, grabbed the corner of the bloody banner, and waved it violently.

But seeing the blood red covering the sky and covering the sun, it immediately enveloped Song Qingshu, making Song Qingshu inescapable and inescapable in an instant.

Song Qingshu looked up, and saw the bloody banners all over the sky curling up above his head, and the color of the sky could no longer be seen as far as he could see.

"Fall!" Yang Dingtian roared, and the bloody banner fell down.

Song Qingshu frowned and glanced down. It was only a cup of tea before he buried ten thousand streamers in the ground, and he still couldn't recall all the streamers, so when facing this bloody banner that covered the sky and the sun, It feels like a dog biting a turtle and has no way to eat.

But now he can't allow him to think too much, the boundless sea of ​​blood is already close to his face, if he doesn't take any action, he might be sucked into it.

Song Qingshu stood peacefully, and the golden core in his body began to vibrate and spin wildly. In an instant, strands of innate qi circulated in the meridians of his body, and what's more, it directly leaked out of his flesh, on the skin of his body A solid film was formed, transforming his whole body into a golden man.

When the blood-colored banner came into contact with this layer of gold film, it was like a red-hot iron meeting icy cold water. The golden light of the watch is also dimmed a lot.

The bloody banner suddenly retracted as if it had a spirituality.

Song Qingshu looked at Yang Dingtian: "This thing of yours seems to be useless."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Dingtian over there sneered, and the bloody banner above Song Qingshu's head suddenly rushed down, swallowing Song Qingshu with one "mouthful".

At this moment, Song Qingshu was covered with blood in all directions, up, down, left, and right. Seeing that the blood-colored banner was like a huge red cloth, it kept spinning around him, and every time he turned around, he was one level closer to Song Qingshu. The golden light will be one point.

The two stalemate like this.

The bloody banner was like a millstone, and Song Qingshu was a copper bean in the mill, and the final result was either that the millstone polished the copper bean, or the copper bean pierced through the millstone.

Yang Dingtian said loudly not far away: "Whether it's useful or not, you can come out first and then talk about it!" He said calmly, not worried at all whether Song Qingshu could break out.

Up to now, the relationship between the two is still just testing.

Hearing Yang Dingtian's words, Song Qingshu couldn't help snorting coldly, and stretched out his hand to pull the bloody banner, but before his hands touched the sea of ​​blood, he saw the bloody banner suddenly rushing forward, and directly pulled his hands Swallowed.

Song Qingshu only felt that his hands were wrapped by giant pythons, every inch of skin and bones were strongly squeezed, if it wasn't for the golden body protection on his hands, he might be pulverized into powder in a short while.

"This thing is a little troublesome." He murmured, and immediately mobilized the innate qi in his body, poured it all into his hands, and then tore it violently.

Yang Dingtian was watching happily when he saw two beams of golden light suddenly shot out from the blood-colored banner, like sunlight piercing through dark clouds. With Song Qingshu waving his hands, the two beams of golden light were constantly changing directions, turning the original A gap was split in the tightly packed blood-colored banner.

Through the gap, Song Qingshu saw Yang Dingtian, and his complexion suddenly became a little gloomy.

Yang Dingtian also looked at Song Qingshu coldly, then waved his hands lightly.

The next moment, the bloody banner wrapped Song Qingshu in it again.

Song Qingshu waved away the innate qi in his hand, looked at the bloody banner that was entangled, and couldn't help but "tsk" in annoyance.

"Golden Baby Nine Turns!" He shouted in a low voice.

At this time, there was a crisp but slightly loud sound, which sounded from nowhere, the sound was like the wind chimes under the eaves, or the evening bells of an ancient temple.

The next moment, a handful of flames suddenly lit up on Song Qingshu's body. The flames were layered upon layers, bright and upright, not only enveloping Song Qingshu's whole body, but also spreading out suddenly, directly covering the sea of ​​blood around Song Qingshu, To burn again and again shrink.

Yang Dingtian watched clearly from the outside, seeing Song Qingshu burning his true qi to melt the bloody banner, he couldn't help frowning, he didn't want the [-] qi and blood he had worked so hard to burn dry.

So he muttered in a low voice: "One hundred thousand qi and blood and one hundred thousand souls, it is difficult to sink into the underworld. If you have to stand in for the dead, it is difficult to escape into reincarnation."

"upbraid!"

Following his sound of "Zha", suddenly dark clouds covered the sun and the wind gusted across Dadu.

Song Qingshu was burning happily, but he saw the bloody banner spread suddenly and turned into a banner above his head again, but on that banner, countless bloody human faces gradually emerged, each face had its own personality. They are different, but they all have their mouths wide open, their faces distorted and painful.

At the same time, a rustling sound came suddenly, the sound was like someone squatting in the corner of the wall talking to himself in the dark night.

Song Qingshu looked at Yang Dingtian and asked, "What kind of moth is this?"

Yang Dingtian just looked at him and didn't speak.

The next moment, suddenly a thin figure crawled out from the blood-colored banner. The figure was naked, blood-red all over, and was only three feet tall. He lay on the blood-colored banner in a strange posture, baring his teeth at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked at the thing carefully, and found that it was quite like the heavenly demon mentioned in the Taoist classics.

At this moment, another blood-colored figure climbed up from the banner, with the same figure and appearance, also grinning at Song Qingshu.

Soon, there will be a third, a fourth, a tenth, a hundredth, a thousand, ten thousand, up to a hundred thousand.

It was as if the scarlet banner was covered with tumors, densely crowded with the front banner, and those heavenly demons each made different movements and expressions, but their eyes were all fixed on Song Qingshu.

At the same time, the rustling voice became louder, louder, and more sinister.

(End of this chapter)