Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 412 Father and Son

When Cao Wei glanced at the outside world, Ao Cang, who was hundreds of miles away, chuckled. The eyes of the father and son seemed to collide, and then they both looked away.

"Is this the method of the dragon's spiritual eyes, or is it the innate magical power of the Canglong bloodline?" Cao Wei secretly asked.

In the Four Seas Temple, his magic power or spiritual thoughts were greatly suppressed, so that the golden spiritual eyes he cultivated could not see the other person's face clearly.

Of course, even in the outside world, with Cao Wei's current attainments in the Golden Eyes, he would not be able to see so far.

After all, this golden spiritual eye was just something he came across accidentally when he was refining the essence and blood to practice the "Jingzhe Transformation". All these years, he relied on his own exploration, so he made it based on the spiritual attack of Sujin Qi. Many attempts were made.

For example, incorporating the aura of prosperity or the aura of death, and then using the function of prompt words to improve it bit by bit.

Cao Wei cast his gaze on the hazy layer of blood rising around the island, and looking at it, the source was the blood mist above the Sifang Palace.

This layer of blood didn't exist at the beginning, but in the past few days, the killings on the island became heavier and heavier, and the blood was condensed into the sky.

And just yesterday, Cao Wei saw a dragon trying to rush out from a high position, but as soon as it touched the blood, it seemed to be dissolved and disappeared without a trace.

Following closely behind were more than a dozen monks of various races, but as long as they came into contact with that layer of blood, they all ended up with no bones left.

Presumably this was also the reason for the so-called blood god's ritual. Cao Wei did not comment much on this, turned around and slowly climbed towards the Sifang Hall, the highest point on the island.

On the other side, Ao Cang's chuckle reached the ears of Ao Kai, who was beside him. The other party asked slowly: "Did you see something interesting? Is it the completion of the ritual?"

"No, my mother just died. Fortunately, my father is still alive and well. Finally, I am not alone in this world." Ao Cang turned over his hand and took out a broken blood jade life tablet, and said it lightly. It was crushed into powder and scattered in the wind.

Hearing this, Ao Kai was silent for a moment and sighed: "Is Sister Ao Zhi still damaged?"

"It's expected, don't be sad! We monks would rather die suddenly on the road to immortality than sit peacefully in a cave. My mother finally got what she wanted. My mother has poor qualifications and likes to play and be quiet. If I didn't make up my mind to practice. If I hadn't asked the great elders in the clan for help in the past few years and forcibly used many heavenly materials and earthly treasures to upgrade it to the late stage of the Golden Core, its longevity would have been exhausted long ago." Ao Cang said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Ao Kai frowned slightly. He turned his head and looked at Ao Cang's sharp profile, the look in his eyes was dull to the point of indifference.

And this kind of look had also been seen on the ancestor Ao Heng of the clan.

It's just that although the latter often smiles and likes to laugh loudly, deep in his eyes is even more cold and ruthless, a kind of indifference and silence that has been erased by a long time.

And this situation almost always exists in those monks who transform themselves into gods.

Ao Cang spread his spiritual thoughts around and asked calmly: "Everyone, how many of the fallen Jindan monks from various tribes are there?"

"There are about 8000 people from our human race entering the palace this time, and 4000 or [-] of them have been killed. Alas!" Situ Yao sighed.

However, he was sitting on Mo Qilin, holding a small file in his hand, lightly polishing his round nails, and blowing on the powder.

On the other side, the golden-winged roc laughed and said: "Six thousand five hundred people from the Peng clan and other feather insect clans entered the palace this time, and a total of more than three thousand three hundred were killed in battle. After all, they are better than the human race!"

"You'd better wait until you get out before saying this. We don't know who will win yet!" Situ Yao chuckled.

"Okay, you two. With so many casualties among fellow monks, how can you still be so leisurely and leisurely? There are more than [-] members of our Suanni clan, and now we only have just over [-] left!" Suanyu sighed.

"It's better than our Jiaolong clan. Only three thousand of our seven thousand clan members are left now!" Ao Kai said.

"My clan has more than three thousand, and now there are only fifteen hundred left." Black Water Black Snake Wu Kui said coldly.

"Everyone, I want to make a bet. Now there are only [-] people from my Xiangliu clan who have entered the palace. Now there are only [-] left. Let's see how many can survive in the end. Let's see if it is less than [-] or less than [-]!" the Prime Minister said with a smile.

"There were three thousand black turtles, and now there are only a little over two thousand left." Ye An said slowly.

Upon hearing this, many of the direct disciples of Transformation God looked sideways, their eyes full of doubts.

"You bastards are really trying to survive. Are you afraid to come forward outside the temple? Look at the thousands of brothers and sisters in our clan, and there are still three hundred of them now!" Kui Jin said with a grin.

"It's not like you brainless people. Fu Dou entered the palace for [-] people, and now there are still [-]. Where are you, Tu Mu and Sikou?" Fu Xuan said coldly.

As soon as he said this, one of the two men in black robes more than a hundred miles away said in a calm tone: "One thousand, six hundred will fall."

"There are 3000 and 53 people entering the temple this time. We and other parties have about 3000. The remaining [-] and [-] should be casual cultivators. I don't know what their situation is! The known losses now are two Around a thousand, including the casual cultivators, there should be about fifteen or six hundred, and the death rate has reached half. But it is not enough. According to the estimates of our masters and other masters, the golden elixir needed this time is about three Wan, we still have to wait ten days and a half." Ao Cang said slowly.

In these short seven days, with the death of the Golden Core monks in the temple, the chances of meeting each other became less and less.

It's just that the phantoms of the inner secret realm displayed by those powerful monks seem to have gained consciousness, and they have begun to actively search for the surviving Golden Core monks and take them in.

Therefore, every moment, the number of Golden Elixir cultivators of all races is decreasing sharply, from ten to eight, dozens to hundreds...

As soon as Cao Weigang walked forward, he saw a black shadow appearing out of thin air on the stone steps and slowly floating towards him.

Seeing this, Cao Wei did not dodge, but still walked forward unhurriedly.

While walking, he saw another head sprouting from his neck. The original expression was indifferent. Half of the face of this new head was like a baby, and the other half was like a ghost skeleton. Then it unfolded in the ribs behind his back. He has a pair of feathered wings, sprinkled with bits of lapis lazuli brilliance.

As the withered head appeared, a pair of bloody arms suddenly stretched out from under the armpits.

Then he turned over his hands and took out a dozen elixirs wrapped in magic power, as well as a drop of ten thousand years of spiritual milk contained in a jade bottle and swallowed it.In addition, he swallowed several top-quality wood spirit stones to prevent the oncoming secret realm shadow from becoming like the red fire furnace.

After doing this, Cao Wei's whole body was filled with auras of light. He was holding the talisman's withered seal in one hand, the sacred wooden cauldron in the other hand, the Xuanwu spirit puppet in the other hand, and the Five Dragon Fire Cloud Halberd in the remaining hand, which he put on his shoulder.

Next to him was the Heavenly Evil Yaksha who was wrapped in the Five Elements Divine Fire Chain. The chains hanging from his arms were dragging on the ground, splashing sparks and leaving behind two blazing black flames.

At the same time, Cao Wei's body shape changed and turned into a human-like figure with a tiger's body. Behind him, a phantom with disheveled hair, a human-like face and tiger claws, and a bait snake holding a yue appeared.

In one or two breaths, his aura had improved by an unknown amount, and his whole person was like a god or a demon.However, Cao Wei did not notice the phantom behind him. He seemed to have raised his head and glanced at the blood mist over the Sifang Palace, which caused the mist to surge endlessly and had a tendency to dissipate.

However, the next moment, the blood mist solidified again, and thick drops of blood rained down.

In the dark world outside the world, a monk with red hair, red robes, and white face and sharp teeth opened his eyes from the Nirvana fire, and said with a faint expression: "Liao Suo, you have already disappeared in the ancient times. , and you still want to stop me with this temporarily awakened instinct, you think you are Xu!"

After saying this, the man closed his eyes again.

But the next moment, a Kunpeng traveling through the void suddenly appeared beside him and said in a deep voice: "Don't overdo it, the time has not come yet!"

"Got it!" A cold voice came from the Nirvana Fire.

As soon as he said these words, Kunpeng disappeared again, and he didn't know where he went!

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And in this moment, Cao Wei had already stepped into the oncoming shadow, and the Tiansha Yaksha beside him suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, Cao Wei appeared in a secret realm full of peach blossoms.

There are colorful fallen flowers between heaven and earth, like a dream.

Pieces of peach petals were completely unblocked by the spiritual light shield around him, and fell on him, turning into a hazy pink light.

"Burial Flower Realm?" Cao Wei said softly.

As soon as he said these words, he mobilized his spiritual thoughts without reservation, and suddenly spread all over the three hundred miles radius, sweeping this area.

Then he swayed slightly, suddenly disappeared from the spot, and appeared like a ghost more than ten miles away. He waved the halberd in his hand and slashed down at a huge turtle with a shell twenty feet wide.

In an instant, auras of light surged around the armor-clad turtle, and layers of protective shields emerged. Then, the dozens of feet long snake tail swung and appeared behind Cao Wei like light and electricity. Bite towards his waist.

The moment the bloody mouth was about to touch the aura shield, the half-baby-half-evil-ghost-skeleton head on Cao Wei's neck suddenly twisted half a circle, and sprayed out a stream of gray breath toward the snake's mouth.

As soon as the two came into contact, the long-tailed snake head dissipated along with the spiritual light, its scales exploded, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and then it rotted into a pile of dead bones.

This trend spread towards the snake body.

The turtle was in pain, but it didn't panic. It simply cut off its tail and then spurted out a ball of blue water-gang divine thunder from its mouth, which swallowed Cao Wei in all of a sudden.

Then the turtle retreated sharply, not forgetting to condense masses of water-gang divine thunder as it moved, which complemented the light emerging from the veins on its back.

In an instant, a "Hetu Luoshu Formation" was laid out.

On the other side, Cao Wei waved his halberd, and more than a dozen fire dragons with fangs and claws tore apart the Water Gang Divine Thunder, and then he looked down at the Xuan Turtle full of vigilance.

After the Xuan Turtle saw the face of the visitor clearly, and felt the opponent's thick aura and fierce methods, he fled towards the distance with the accompanying formation without hesitation.

And the hurriedly condensed Water Gang Divine Thunder shot towards Cao Wei, not hoping to kill him with this method, but just hoping to delay the opponent for a moment.

"Damn it! How could Cao Wei be so powerful! If he were to fight alone, I would never be his opponent. I would have to lead him to other monks and work together to kill him. Now he is in the secret realm of Burying Flowers. , we can’t allow them to watch the show on the sidelines!” After Ye Wei judged the gap between himself and Cao Wei, he immediately responded.

While thinking about it, its spiritual thoughts spread in all directions: "Everyone, our company will join forces to kill Cao Wei, and then we will have a battle to decide life and death. This way there is still a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, you and I will definitely be singled out by this beast. Defeat it, and everyone will be dead by then."

As they spoke, the black-scaled dragon and a Yuncheng Wanlipeng who had just fought were separated at the first touch, and then looked at each other warily.

On the other side, a female nun in palace attire flicked her long sleeves, shattering a silver-purple thunder. Then she looked at a Kui cow not far away and said through a message: "Let's stop fighting first!"

"Okay!" Kui Niu said in a deep voice.

Although it has an immortal demon body, it is still a late-stage Jindan cultivator.

But Ye Wei from the Xuangui clan was a fake infant monk, and Cao Wei was able to cut off one of his tails in just one encounter, which shows the strength gap between the two sides.

The Kui people are warlike, but they don't fight fatal battles.

In just a few breaths, the monks from all races had unified their opinions and reached a temporary alliance.

Cao Wei was surrounded by fire dragons, holding a halberd in his hand. As he swept across, the dozens of feet long halberd's flames swept forward, wiping out all the incoming water-gang divine thunder.

Then he looked calmly at the golden elixir monks from all races who were gathering in one place, and said unhurriedly: "This saves trouble and saves me from chasing them one by one! Xuangui Ye Wei, Black Jiao Aoyu, Wanli Yunpeng Yungang, Kui Clan Kui Army, and fellow Taoist Nangong, we have quite a few old acquaintances this time!"

Na Yungang was one of the great Peng Clan demons he encountered in the Southern Wilderness. This beast was proficient in the method of alchemy and was also a master of alchemy. He must have possessed many secret medicines that stimulated his vitality to fight for his life.
Although he had never met Kui Jun, his biological father was Kui Keng.

After all, this big demon and his uncle Kui Lie were the same generation.

As for this fellow Taoist Nangong of the Hehuan Sect, Cao Wei was more familiar with him and knew his depth, while the other party knew his strengths and weaknesses.

In order to protect his grandfather-in-law's future, he and his Taoist fellow Nangong fought countless times, whipping him to the point of loving and fearing him at the same time!
As for the two big monsters, Ye Wei and Ao Yu, Cao Wei was not familiar with them.

"Fellow Daoist Cao, can you please let me go for the sake of our past friendship?" Nangong Ping said extremely warily.

"I am a romantic person, but I never lie to women! This place is the Flower Burial Realm, the land of seven emotions and six desires. If I say let you go, would you believe it? If you have the Heavenly Demon White Bone Mirror, the treasure of your sect, to protect you , then Cao will admit defeat. Whether you will live or die depends on whether you are strong or weak!" Cao Wei said lightly.

(End of this chapter)