Fu Canglu

Chapter 425 Someone Is Singing the Fucang Song

On the top of "Fufeng Mountain", the sky and clouds are changing.

The cloud layer of the immortal stele is no longer the color of pure white glazed glass before, but the extremely low cloud layer is instantly stained with a layer of scarlet blood by the passing of the evil wind.

His Highness raised his head.

Looking at the immortal stele on the dome.

Something fell vaguely.

tick.

A drop of blood fell from the clouds in the sky, hit the altar, and splashed in all directions, not too hard.

The Immortal Island in the South China Sea is originally an island filled with immortal energy. Practicing in it is already a great blessing. When you practice, you can get twice the result with half the effort. Even ordinary people can gain a long life that is delayed by one year.

But at this moment, the evil wind gradually rose.

The drop of blood splashed on the altar, which actually covered the aura with a layer of gray.

What kind of filth is this?

The lower hall raised his head expressionlessly, as if he could clearly see the layer of clouds in his golden pupils, and it was no longer the calm appearance before.

I don't know how many filthy bloods are rapidly gathering and converging above this sky at this moment, and the drops are clearly shaped, accumulating small amounts into large amounts, ready to go.

Jiang Qingyi stood up slowly, gently pulled out the sword box stuck in the ground behind him, and asked with a frown, "Is this sorcery?"

Xi Yao on the boulder sneered, "The sorcerer won't be so lowly. This is the most popular magic method among the practitioners of your human race."

Ren Pingsheng remained silent, slowly let go of the foot on the hilt of the sword, his sleeves fluttered, and the sword that was three feet into the ground moved up by itself, floating in front of his chest, trembling the blade slightly, shattering the invisible All the fine dust was shaken away.

He frowned, sensing an invisible loosening of his cultivation base.

Before the cloud of blood pressed down, Ren Pingsheng, who had completed the Dao of the Sword, already had a stagnant air in his chest.

The Palace Master of the Western Regions was right. This is indeed a demonic skill of the human race, but the hostility in the cloud of blood is too strong.

Even in the Holy Island, where the Demon Sect is co-lord, those demon practitioners have never practiced such cruel and inexhaustible exercises. Thousands of years ago, there might have been a battle between righteousness and evil, but now, no matter whether it is north or south, it is undoubtedly a unilateral massacre by the court.

Xi Yao's face was indifferent, and his tone was calm: "This mountain used to be the top of the mountain where ancient demon practitioners practiced."

General Jian and Old Man Yu looked at the young master of the Western Regions with some trepidation.

In terms of experience, even the two old foxes of Tianque Senluo recognized by Qi, Liang and Northern Wei are far inferior to this big monster with a huge memory of reincarnation.

Xi Yao Liangliang raised his eyebrows, and continued: "The cultivation of this demon practitioner is not too strong."

"Probably the appearance of a great master at his peak. In ancient times, he could barely be regarded as a figure who could establish a sect."

Jiang Qingyi was a little stunned, not knowing what to say.

Ren Pingsheng was accustomed to such rhetoric.

In ancient times, the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism represented the most prosperous state of the human race. A Confucian sage, or a real great Bodhisattva like Buddhism, similar to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, this kind of powerful realm has surpassed the great The realm of the master has reached an indescribable level.

Now Xiuyuan is divided according to the level of practice.

It is the word "immortal".

In ancient times, it was the era when immortals fought.

And the monster race can compete with such a prosperous human race, which shows what kind of realm the ancient big monster and several monster saints have reached in the monster domain.

Liang Liang's first reincarnation, the true body of Suzaku, is undoubtedly one of the most powerful four saints of the demon clan, and there should be several of them who are comparable to the realm of the great masters of human cultivators.

"The breath of the wasteland is somewhat familiar."

Liang Liang stood up, and the big monsters of the monster race behind her hurriedly bowed down, and she said softly, "It seems that I have been here with my brother before."

She glanced lightly at Yi Xiao who was on the Taoist altar, and this glance did not show any traces, did not show any clues, but the words she said did not shy away from being heard.

Jiang Qingyi Jian Zhaoxin Yang Yugong, these big figures of the human race frowned when they heard Xi Yao's words.

The master of the Western Regions is already extremely powerful.

How come there is another brother?
And Qiliang of the Northern Wei Dynasty didn't even get information on such an important matter?

On the altar.

His Highness ignored Xi Yao's gaze, let alone causing unnecessary disturbance.

He glanced at Ye Shisan, whose cultivation base was almost falling out of the realm of evildoers, shook his head, returned to the Buddhist camp, squatted down, and looked at Qingshi who tightly closed his eyes.

"Qingshi's cultivation is better, this elixir can stabilize the soul." The voice of the princess lowered: "Qingshi has a wound on the body of the soul, and there are many injuries left one after another. It can't stand the accumulation of these injuries. If there are no accidents, this trip to the South China Sea is over, and he will need to rest for a long time to recover."

His Highness looked at Qingshi's pale and bloodless face, thinking that this monk was trying to fight for the creation of the stele of immortality and fill in the gaps in the realm of evildoers, so he brought the Buddhist disciples here.

Looking at it now, where is there any good luck in Liuxian Monument?

A killing game has not yet opened the curtain.

The bloody rain brewing on the top of the mountain was presumably the beginning of the killing round.

Nanhai has attracted the attention of everyone in the world with two invitations, attracting the best practitioners in the world.

What a drudgery.

Yi Xiao squinted her eyes, and Zhu Lianxiang's soul power swayed slowly, sensing the aura of this "wasteland", as if standing high in the clouds, looking down from afar.

Take part of the wasteland into your eyes.

The mountain I am on is neither big nor small. In the barren area, there are about ten mountains that are about the same size as this mountain, and the largest mountain is several times larger than this mountain. However, due to the restriction of the wasteland, the mountain cannot be seen within the fairy island, but it can almost catch up with the scale of Zhongwei Peak by sensing it with soul power.

No wonder the chess master doesn't let his disciples step into the wilderness.

Every mountain is full of blood bursting out.

The dead bones are buried in the mountain, and if you search deeply with your soul power, there will be a mountain of corpses floating in a sea of ​​blood, which cannot fade away after countless years.

Where is this wilderness?

This is clearly the ancient battlefield with murderous intent.

Demon Dao Shura field.

This fairy island exposed a small half of the area, full of fairy energy, a piece of peace, it can be called a fairyland on earth, but who would have thought that, separated by a layer of forbidden soil, is the hostile demonic Shura field, one after another The top of the mountain is the place where ancient magic practitioners practiced.

Just take the mountain that Xi Yao mentioned, there are traces of the practice of a giant in the realm of the great master.

In the entire wasteland, there are nearly ten mountains of the Great Master Realm.

The smaller ones are the mountain tops where the demon heads of the master realm practiced. In ancient times, there were nearly half a hundred demon heads of the master realm.

What a terrifying scene is this?
Even Shifu Dashi, it is impossible to have so many great practitioners.

It's just dry mountains. On some mountains, there are dry bones. It doesn't look like they died in battle, and there is not even a trace of broken bones, but it seems that their lives have been worn away by invisible things.

His Highness slowly closed his eyes.

He thought of the first half of the "Yanlu Fragments" that he had seen on the Da Guangming Mountain.

Qinglian shook in her mind, and such a scene came out.

A long time ago, a long time ago.

The world is huge.

Practitioners in this world are surrounded by endless auras of heaven and earth, even immortal qi, and all dharmas contend. Great practitioners of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism ascend to the sky and enter the sea, move mountains and hunt for the sun, and are almost omnipotent.

And at a certain moment on a certain day, the aura of the whole world began to collapse.

No one knows why.

The entire continent was shattered, and the core area was knocked down, sunk, kept falling, and finally sank to the bottom of the sea.

Even the most powerful practitioners cannot resist this catastrophe.

Without immortal energy and spiritual energy, these practitioners cannot enjoy the usual practice before.

After the death of the ancestor of the first generation, the practitioners of the second generation began to decline.

And some floating islands floating outside can only drift with the current and be permanently locked up, unable to return to the main body of the mainland.

Generations of practitioners, the skills that have been passed down, cannot return to the peak because of the gradual collapse of aura.

Even if there is an occasional blowout and the aura of a certain era becomes richer, it is not enough to return to the original peak.

As a result, these practitioners who once existed in real life, those who can shoot the sun with their bows, those who can open mountains with one sword, and those who can swallow the sea with one mouthful, have become myths in the stories passed down by word of mouth.

It has become an unspeakable legend.

And a certain wandering island is an island inhabited by demon practitioners in ancient times. Unfortunately, it was locked overseas by that catastrophe. Eat, can only slowly die of old age, obliterated by the years.

Even the most powerful cultivator is nothing but a pile of loess in the face of time.

After countless years, the island has drifted back near the mainland, tied up by currents.

Maybe after countless years, this island will slowly drift away.

Such an island where sorcerers have died is full of aura left over from the ancient years.

Because those cultivators in ancient times did not need these auras.

What a sad thing.

Under the power of the highest practitioner on the mountain, these cruel devils concealed the idea of ​​killing each other, and gave up all their resources to the supreme practitioner, hoping that the one who could Break through a new realm and solve this unsolvable dilemma.

It's a pity that the time advances and the sea changes.

The supreme sorcerer failed to break through.

Such a tragedy, the ending is already doomed.

People die like ashes, and even the magic weapons and things from the ancient times are no longer left behind.

Only the bones that almost shattered were left behind.

Proof that they lived.

Wasteland, desolate domain.

Thousands of years are not considered desolate.

Even the age is too long to measure, and the real sea has turned into a mulberry field.

This is considered desolate.

His Royal Highness was practicing on the Holy Island, and he knew that there were two copies of Yanlu's fragments, one in the Great Light Palace and one in the Great Dark Palace, and he only watched the first half of the scroll.

In the past year, he has traveled to every corner of the Great Dark Palace, but he has never seen the second half of Yan Lu's remnant scroll.

The Lord of the Mountain told him that if one day he becomes an evildoer or becomes a master, he just needs to wait for the opportunity.

When the opportunity comes, you can witness the entire set of "Yan Lu Fragments".

At this moment, His Highness was half kneeling on the ground, touching the top of the mountain with one hand.

The second half of the majestic scroll that Zhu Lian Xiangli saw slowly converged.

Yi Xiao slowly opened his eyes, and saw blood rain falling on the Taoist altar, crackling like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, and immediately jumped up high as if there was elasticity after falling down.

A cadenced and miserable smile slowly rose with a very charming and charming look.

A figure slowly gathered on the Taoist altar. The man sat high and high on the bone throne, with a haughty posture, and his body was gradually condensed by the rapid backflow of blood beads.

His fingertips tapped on the armrest of the throne one after another, his illusory face opened and closed his lips indistinctly, a half-smile, blood oozing from his face, extremely frightening.

"Have you ever seen that the Emperor of Heaven shoots a unicorn, the moon leaves the Guan Gorge, and a reed crosses the Qi River?"

"Have you ever thought that you can fly to the heavens, turn the sea into mulberry fields, and kill the emperor with one sword?"

"The vicissitudes of life have turned into mulberry fields!"

Is this Fu Cang Song?
The sound stopped abruptly.

The devil who had been sitting on the throne and singing songs suddenly looked away at this moment, and cast his eyes on the fresh and fragile human practitioners on the top of the mountain. , I hate it!"

The last three words roared out, and the mountain trembled in an instant, and the blood rained pouring down.

(End of this chapter)