Hell Chef: My ingredients are weird

failed?

It appears to have failed.

Song Yu also saw seven ominous ghosts on the huge blood tree from a long distance away.

"Their auras are so weak that they can't even maintain the fierce level, but they seem to be bound together with the blood tree, and they can't die at all."

As a member of the ghost clan, Qi Hongye could see it more clearly.

Song Yu nodded at me: "Tang Mufeng and the others did fail, and the strength of these seven vicious beasts is rapidly recovering."

Lan Ning asked: "Boss, is Mr. Tang really dead? If the primordial spirit is wiped out..."

"He shouldn't be able to die." Song Yu said with a smile.

His eyes looked at the huge crack beside the Nether Xuehuai.

There is a ghostly ghostly aura gushing out there, with a trace of ghostly aura.

Song Yu's expression moved slightly, if he went to absorb these Nether Qi now, wouldn't it be...

No matter how pure and pure he is, he can't take a liking to such ghostly or yin qi.

But having the spirit of the nether world is a great tonic for the exercises he has practiced.

Of course, he just thought about it, and didn't really run over to die.

Because in the desperate eyes of everyone, someone came forward again.

The voice of Taoism and Buddha is still the same, and it is even worse at this moment, suppressing the Nether blood locust tree, the seven fierce ghosts are erratic, and the recovery speed is greatly reduced, because they are suppressed by Buddha's light and Dao Qi.

And the Taoist and Buddhist masters who haven't shown up for a long time finally appeared.

In terms of Taoism, there is only one person.

Su Xianlong.

But Buddhism has two people, one old and one young.

"Gnosis, it's over, let's do it together, it's time to end."

Su Xianlong opened her mouth and said, then lightly swished the dust with her hand, and it turned into a blue long sword.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said: "This time, the gnosis will act, and the poor monk will assist."

Su Xianlong glanced at them and said, "That's fine."

Immediately, Su Xianlong's mana swelled, and seven copper coins surrounded his body, which immediately made his breath rise.

Even the light blue Taoist robe on his body was emitting a shining light at the moment, as if it was a top-level magic weapon.

"Dao transforms the universe and dances the sky."

The immature voice resounded throughout the world, Su Xianlong stood out of nowhere, with mighty magic power, making everyone look sideways.

Not far away, Jian Xunxian and Qiong Xianzi stood on a high mountain.

"Brother, are you really not going to make a move?"

"No, Linxian can take care of it. Besides, there is also the Buddhist disciple of Qianyuan Temple. If he is not sure, he will not let him take action."

Jian Xunxian looked calmly at the three people who were doing their exercises.

Among them, the monk who passed through recited the Buddha's voice, and there were big bells around him, enveloping him and the gnostic Buddha.

The gnostic Buddha's face was serious, and he sacrificed a magic pestle.

"Su Daochang, the gnosis has been overstepped, master help me."

After finishing speaking, the gnostic Buddha clasped his hands together, the power of the Buddha soared, and the subduing magic pestle turned into a stream of light and attacked the blood tree.

Seeing this, Su Xianlong didn't stay any longer, and slashed towards the blood tree with a backhanded sword.

The seven evil spirits who were fighting against the voice of Taoism and Buddha and recovering themselves obviously possessed complete spiritual intelligence, and they moved almost simultaneously.

Just like the previous fight against Tianfeng's sacrifice of blood, that strange formation was formed.

The huge blood shadow at the head turned into the image of Shura, intending to break the attacks of the two as in the previous battle.

But they are now countless times weaker.

The sword energy condensed Su Xianlong's full strength to strike, but the subduing magic pestle was supported by the Buddha's power of the connected monk and the spiritually aware Buddha.

The combined force of the seven fiends was easily broken by the sword qi and the subduing pestle, and they were reborn on the tree trunk again.

"snort……"

Su Xianlong snorted coldly, her small body turned into a rainbow, and in the blink of an eye, she was directly above the blood tree.

The long sword in his hand flew up, circling around his head to protect the dharma.

He himself formed seals with both hands, one after another of complicated Taoist seals, and within a few breaths, the air above the blood tree was already covered.

Like a sophisticated mechanism, these Dao seals fit together, gradually bursting out with terrifying power, and beads of sweat dripped from Su Xianlong's forehead.

He flipped his hand and took out a cup of soy milk, poured it with his head raised, and continued to perform kneading mudra.

Lingzhi Buddha seems to know what he is going to do, and he recites the six-character mantra of Buddhism, and a blurry phantom of the big Buddha stands behind him, like another sun with the power of the golden bell.

The phantom of the giant Buddha held the demon pestle in his hand, and slowly smashed it towards the blood tree.

Su Xianlong glanced at the master and apprentice, and continued to make seals.

One after another, the complex Dao seals finally slowly fit into shape, and the vitality of heaven and earth poured into it frantically.

"Linxian actually forcibly used the Promise Demon Seal, isn't it too reluctant?"

Fairy Qiong watched from afar, with a worried look on her face.

Jian Xunxian's face finally changed, and his brows were tightly knitted.

"It's really reluctant, but I won't let him be in danger if I stare."

But above the peak in the distance, Bai Shiyi and the others looked extremely surprised.

"What kind of formula is this Su Xianlong using? When did the Taoist sect have such a complicated formula?"

Bai Shixian said in surprise.

However, he couldn't help looking at the people around him.

But his answer was silence.

Obviously, no one knows.

What Su Xianlong used was a formula unknown to them, and its power was also unknown.

Wisdom Buddha's face was pale, he did not know what kind of secret method of Buddhism, he actually recruited the phantom of Buddha to hold the magical weapon of subduing magic pestle, and destroyed the seven evil spirits that were reborn through the blood tree one after another, making them Can't stop Su Xianlong.

"Zhen..." Su Xianlong yelled loudly, squeezed the seal with both hands, and punched into the huge Dao seal in the air.

The power of the monstrous seal suddenly appeared, and the Dao seal rotated and suppressed towards the blood tree.

At the same time, Dao Qi and Buddha power gathered from all directions in Liangcheng, and they seemed to be attracted by Dao Yin.

The combination of the three forms a dao seal with a radius of a hundred feet, completely covering the blood tree.

The space crack kept shaking, and finally disappeared completely after twisting a few times, and the surrounding space returned to normal.

Click...

The trunk of the blood tree finally broke.

With every trunk broken, a ferocious dies.

The mana in Su Xianlong's body had already been emptied, and at this moment, she was pouring soy milk, watching the seven fierce beasts turn into fly ash and dissipate in the sky and earth with distress.

These are all silver coins, with ten silver coins as the base.

Until the last one, it completely merged into the blood tree and seemed to move.

Su Xianlong's eyes lit up, and she appeared next to the blood tree in a flash, and landed on the trunk of the blood tree with a palm that she had prepared long ago, bursting out with mana.

boom……

The ghost energy scattered, and Dao Seal changed quietly, wrapping the entire blood tree and gradually shrinking.

The slight sword light left behind by the broken sword formation in Liangcheng slowly rose, dispelling the rootless ghost energy gradually.

Liangcheng has taken on a new look, except for a small half of the city that has been turned into ruins, there is no ghost at all.

"It's over, it's over."

Su Xianlong said a word, and then flew away with the remaining mana in her body.

It's just that he is carrying a two-meter-long blood tree, and his posture looks a bit weird.

Those masters could see his destination clearly, it was Songji shop.

"Hurry up, catch up, Senior Su is going to eat alone."

When Tang Mufeng's low voice came, the two masters of Confucianism who looked disappointed and guilty were startled.

"Mu Feng, are you alright?"

"I have something to do, but it's important to divide the blood tree's points first." Tang Mufeng struggled weakly and raised his hand.

At this time, Lingzhi Fozi and Tong Liao had already chased after Su Xianlong.