Fu Canglu

Chapter 426 It's going to rain in the wasteland, and there's a devil on the top of the mountain

The demon head sitting on the throne, with gloomy eyes, swept across the human practitioners present.

His body was condensed by countless blood droplets, his whole body was as scarlet as glass, but his face was pale, with blood streaks running in his cheeks like snakes, making him look extremely strange.

After he almost yelled out the word "Hou Qing", the dome was so overcast that it couldn't be lowered, and the majestic rain of blood poured down. Qi, Liang, Northern Wei, Xiguan Buddhist Chess Palace, and almost every major force was extremely vigilant and resorted to their own methods.

Master Jian narrowed his eyes, and the disciples of Lanling City behind him unloaded their bags, and a few long and thin objects like swords flew out of the field, which were held by the disciples of Qi Liang, and they were lifted up and opened in an instant. small umbrella.

"Master Guoshi left a note saying that it will rain in the South China Sea, and you must bring an umbrella when you go out." Master Jian said with a gloomy smile, and looked at this ancient demon whose aura had not yet returned to its peak heyday, with a wicked smile. Laughing: "It turns out that what happened was such a bloodbath, and it also involved an ancient practitioner like you."

The Northern Wei camp also had countermeasures. The old man Yugong looked calm, his cuffs trembled slightly, and he slid out a long and thin scroll talisman. The entire Northern Wei camp was enveloped and lived.

Ren Pingsheng from Xiguan frowned, and his sword energy rolled up, shaking all the raindrops of blood that fell down into broken foam, but it was a pity that the blood rain kept going, blending back and forth, and it was almost impossible to die against the sword energy At the same time, the evil wind gathered together again, and the momentum was even stronger.

Jiang Qingyi looked calm, but his heart was not at peace.

At this moment, he finally realized the small possibility of Xiguan independence. Compared with Qi Liang and the Northern Wei Dynasty, Xiguan's background is too weak, and there is no one of the world's great masters at the level of Yuan Tiangang and Xuanshangyu. In the barracks, Yuan Sizhi, known as the "Eye of Xiguan", obviously did not expect such a change in the South China Sea.

One hand of the young Confucian general in Tsing Yi had already retracted into his sleeve, but suddenly there was a piercing sound in his ear, he raised his hand subconsciously, and took a scroll thrown from the right side, and before he had time to think, he directly used Yuanli It was ignited, and the next moment, a prototype barrier that was also overflowing with purple was like a big bowl turned upside down, and it swelled up quickly, enveloping the people of the Xiguan camp at an extremely fast speed.

The old man Yugong retracted his throwing action, and his tone was lukewarm: "Xiguan is also the meat of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Your Majesty and the National Teacher planted seeds in Xiguan, so that this iron plate can be broken by the seeds in the future, take root and sprout, and see the light of day again. , we can’t let this rain of blood dampen our momentum.”

Jiang Qingyi smiled and stretched out the hand that was retracted into the sleeve without showing any traces, and said solemnly: "Thank you, Mr. Yu, for your help."

Since the Zishan great national teacher has considered Xiguan, there is no need to expose his methods.

In the Buddhist camp, His Royal Highness saw that the rain of blood above his head was using "soul power" as the medium. If it was blocked by vitality, it would inevitably be eroded, eventually exhausted, and died of melting cultivation base.

The lotus pond swayed, and the huge soul power enveloped the disciples of Buddhism, opening up a clean place.

The devil seemed to have expected this kind of scene to appear, his eyes flicked across Qiliang Northern Wei Xiguan, he paused for a while on the little highness, he let out a small sigh, as if he was very interested, he slowly raised a finger , as if to poke in the direction of Yi Xiao.

Halfway through the finger lifting, the demon was startled, his eyes narrowed, and the majestic rain of blood that had been pouring down from the zenith shrank in unison in an instant, sucked into his fingertips by a huge force, and shot out. A scarlet blood lotus.

next moment

The blood lotus exploded, resplendent and monstrous, and the sky was burnt into nothingness by the scorching heat. A spiral spear that distorted time and space seemed to be composed of invisible flames. The tip of the spear had smashed the blood lotus. Castration is still indomitable, continue to move forward lightly.

The face of the devil sitting on the throne was no longer calm, and he pushed out his hands "slowly", and the reaction force usually quickly pushed himself tens of feet away. On the way back, the long spear was still pointing forward, so there were blood lotuses around him all the time Condensate before exploding.

In the end, the scarlet throne flew out, and before the demon fell out of the throne, he shouted in a horrifying and shrill voice: "Suzaku?"

Xi Yao, who used Suzaku Void Flame as a gun, clearly intended to stop the demon's pointing movements, slowly retracted the gun and stood up at this moment.

She looked expressionlessly at the devil who had fallen before the throne.

"presumptuous!"

Liang Liang raised the body of the gun, and then slammed it heavily on the ground. In an instant, Xuyan rose from the ground and swept into a fire formation, enclosing himself and the demon head in the circle.

She raised her eyebrows and her voice was extremely cold.

"Do you dare to call me by my holy name?"

The demon who fell in front of the seat saw the Suzaku Void Flame rising from the sky, and his face was pale.

He thought of the great sage of the demon clan.

For thousands of years, I was lucky enough to retain a trace of my soul, locked in the treasure of Lord "Houqing" together with many lucky ones, waiting for a chance, and whether I can return to the world depends on when this chance comes. able to come.

I don't know how long I waited.

This wisp of my own soul, after breaking through the confinement of the vicissitudes of life, immediately sensed that the practice place of that year was actually occupied by the descendants of the Daoist Xiuyuan.

As for the practitioners in this world, their cultivation has dropped to an extremely low level as expected.

He could have plundered flesh and blood, accumulated a lot, and returned to the world.

Just a few tricky characters.

One is a little Buddhist Bodhisattva whose body has been sanctified, the other is a practitioner of Yin Dao from a remote sect, and the other should be a monster in the realm of turning into a god.

The three great practitioners who are now in the realm of "grandmasters" are nothing more than delicious flesh and blood in the eyes of this devil.

Never thought that one of them actually had the aura of that great sage.

Could it be that in this era there are still great sages of the monster race, but they just entrusted a ray of spirit here?
The demon frowned suddenly at this moment, sensing that the so-called "Great Sage" in front of him was indeed extremely weak. He had just broken through the threshold after the ninth rank, but he could pierce his own blood lotus with a single shot. Sensing again and again, the voice was horrified: "How could this happen?"

His cultivation unexpectedly dropped by a whole realm.

Like an ordinary demon cultivator who just broke through the ninth rank.

"Do you still think this is the era back then?" Xi Yao was expressionless, and walked towards the demon head indifferently: "In this wasteland, you can only be regarded as a half-step master. It is the recovery of 'Houqing', there is no flesh and blood for it to suck, and it is only around the level of a great master."

The devil who fell in front of the throne subconsciously moved back, and before he could move away, the invisible gun body pierced his chest in an instant, poking out a round hole of "nothingness".

Suzaku deficiency inflammation, restrain all evil things.

Xi Yao said lightly: "This barren land should be revived soon. This reincarnated saint's cultivation base is too weak to kill a few really powerful big devils. If you are like you, you should just obediently lead your neck." be killed."

The devil's face was ferocious, as if he had endured a great deal of pain, he stood up with a spear in his hand, and rushed towards Xi Yao in front of him.

Liang Liang sneered, raised his spear in an instant, and split the demon in two halves, which was so imposing when he appeared on the stage, and then the illusory flames engulfed it, completely turning it into nothingness.

The bloody rain that gathered on the top of the hill vanished in an instant.

Ren Pingsheng remained silent, raised his head, and looked at the rain of blood densely covering the sky in the barren land, that rain of blood was hundreds of times more magnificent than that of this mountain.

The entire barren land can be seen from a bird's-eye view, and there are hills bursting out with evil spirits one after another.

I don't know how many demon heads similar to the previous ones began to recover at this moment.

This demon head who was shot twice by Xi Yao understatedly, should have just broken through the realm of the great master of human practitioners, and then the deadline was approaching, and it was too late to stabilize the realm, so he died in the catastrophe.

Ren Pingsheng asked himself, if he were to face this demon.

There are more ills than good luck.

During the field Qi Liang Northern Wei Xiguan, regardless of the monsters, he should be the most powerful.

If there were no great cultivators of Xiyao Dongjun's level, I'm afraid this demon could easily wipe out one camp without being damaged.

What's worse is that Ye Shisan and Qingshi, who were originally two evildoers who could not lose to the Western Demon, suffered heavy losses in the previous discussion on Fufeng Mountain.

Xi Yao put away his gun in a daze, staring blankly at the wilderness in the distance, the mountain with the most blood.

In the memory, there have been countless reincarnations, constantly searching, constantly going back, and going back to the original generation.

In his vague memory, the highest mountain had an existence that even he was afraid of.

if I remember correctly

The man's name should be
Queen.

Countless dark clouds burst out densely, and on top of each mountain, there are demon heads reviving one after another. This deserted island that has been silent for thousands of years actually has such a huge number of demon heads.

Live to death.

The one with the strongest cultivation, who reached the realm of the great master, or the peak of the realm of the great master, is almost at the peak of the realm of the master after falling down. Five-five, not to mention that the opponent has just recovered, plundered blood, and returned to the peak, it will only become stronger and stronger.

And on that mountain, if Hou Qing, who had reached the indescribable realm before his death, recovered, almost no one in the world can cure the devil who once kept pace with the great sage of the monster clan.

Xi Yao frowned slightly.

These demons should have died a long time ago. Even if Houqing's treasure can lock the soul, how can it survive the erosion of time?

Where in this world is there any reason for time to stop flowing?
She suddenly thought of a possibility, then her face was gloomy, and she began to guess the real reason for the recovery of these demons.

"Everyone"

Ye Shisan's complexion was pale at the moment, the elixir had almost stabilized his realm, not as good as before, but he could barely stand up.

He looked at Qingshi who also opened his eyes slowly, with a dignified expression, swept across the bloody wasteland, and said in a weak voice: "Nowadays, in the wasteland, there is a mountain and a devil, with a radius of tens of miles, and every step is murderous. It is almost impossible to leave the wasteland, and our breath is too obvious, once we separate, we will all die."

Dong Jun, who was alone, said calmly: "If I insist on going south, I can leave the wasteland within a stick of incense."

Young master Xiao Tao didn't care about this evildoer's face at all, and sneered: "Even if you escaped from the wasteland, where can you escape? Zhong Er has plotted against everyone, even the master, how can you be missing?"

Dongjun lowered his eyes slowly.

indeed.

With the current incidents in the barren area, even if he escaped from the barren area, he would not be able to escape the South China Sea.

After escaping from the South China Sea, with the bloody aura of the highest mountain, a great demon was born. If even the Lord of Yincheng can't restrain himself, the world will undoubtedly usher in a catastrophe.

Dongjun raised his eyebrows, looked at Ye Shisan, and took a deep breath.

"Then how do you want me to do it?"

Ye Shisan covered his lips and couldn't help coughing, not caring about the blood seeping from his fingertips.

"Zhong Er wants to force us to die."

He raised his head and looked at the immortal stele.

"If we are in this wasteland, we will definitely die."

Ye Shisan said every word with a dignified expression.

"So, we're going to hide."

He raised his finger and pointed to the immortal monument in the sky.

"Hide in the stele."

(End of this chapter)