Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 1301 Invoke the teacher to ask the crime, blood refining the god!
Each of these condensed and scattered blood souls condensed the spiritual sense and Tao blood of Beimingshang. It took nearly a thousand years to lay out and cast the net. Many of them are excellent materials for refining puppet blood guards, especially He has entered the pawns of the major factions and has an immeasurable effect.

Even if Bei Mingshang is beheaded and killed in the future, he can still be reborn with the help of these differentiated blood souls. This is his life-saving technique at the bottom of the box, and it cannot be used lightly unless it is a last resort.

However, the injuries he has suffered now have reached the point of no delay. As a last resort, he can only self-destruct the chess game and take back all the blood and soul power in his body.

Bei Mingshang knew that he would not be able to hide his behavior from others today, and he believed that someone would come to test him soon, maybe even his master would not let him go this time.

But so what, anyway, he has decided to leave, and he will not return to the sect in a short time, even if he breaks the sect rules, there is nothing to be afraid of.
When he releases that person and returns to Xuesha Gate, I believe that even the master and those old guys will have to stay away.

Thinking of this, Bei Mingshang's eyes were gloomy and cold, and a hint of evil spirit appeared faintly.

At this time, half of the originally evil and handsome face is decayed and sunken, the skin and bones are connected, and there are thick and wrinkled meridians on it, like earthworms under the skin, twisting and twisting, forming a huge gap with the other half of the flawless handsome face. The contrast is shocking.

Bei Mingshang stretched out his hand to touch, and every time he stroked a wrinkle, the anger and hostility in his eyes would become stronger, revealing a fierce light, and he almost wanted to choose someone to eat.

After a moment of silence, Bei Mingshang's ferocious killing intent gradually subsided, and suddenly, a monster mask that was crystal clear like jade and coagulated like blood crystals covered the half of his rotten face, through the looming silhouette under the mask, And that pair of blood-colored pupils seemed to be extremely fused together, as if this mask was born to grow on this face, exuding a strange and dangerous aura all the time.

Let women see addiction, and men see fear.

This mask not only covered his hideous ugliness, but also added a bit of evil and awe-inspiring aura, just like the vampire earl hiding in the dark night castle.

Blood light continuously melted into his body, and in just a short moment, no less than three hundred blood lights rushed into his body. Every time a blood soul was withdrawn, the state of his breath would recover by one point, but it was only the erosion of the soul-devouring curse. It made him tremble and feel the pain.

And under the seat of Beiming Shang, countless corpses of blood anacondas lay down in the Blood Moon Cave, gurgling and soaking in blood, condensed by an invisible and strange force, converging and outline on the ground, branded into formations, exuding a strange and astonishing vibe breath.

Gradually, the entire land of the cave was covered by blood formations, and the huge bodies of the dozens of blood anacondas were all mixed together strangely, forming a mass of blood and flesh that was constantly surging, beating slightly as if alive, looking terrifying Incomparable.

"Evil, what are you doing!!"

At this moment, an extremely angry voice sounded in the cave, and when the voice fell, there was a loud bang, the space shattered like waves separating, and a majestic figure walked out of it.

"Master, you are here."

Bei Mingshang said lightly, as if he had expected that the other party would appear here, and he called him Master, but he didn't show any respect, and he didn't even stand up to greet him.

And following his words, the figure walking out of the void also became clear. It was a middle-aged man with a white robe and wide sleeves. From the appearance, it is not much bigger than Beimingshang.

It is hard to imagine that the person who shouted majesticly and angrily before would come from his mouth. Rather than saying that he is a person in the way of the devil, it is better to say that he is more like a righteous man who has read poetry and books.

However, the fact is that he is not only a member of the Demon Dao, but also the deputy suzerain of the Blood Fiend Sect, the giant evil of the Demon Dao that overwhelms the entire Zhongtian Continent——the Blood Refining God Lord!
Anyone who has heard of his legendary experience will be terrified.

Gai Yiren once came from the Haoran Academy in the Holy Land. Tens of thousands of years ago, he was hailed as an unworldly genius who crowned the sages and was admired and worshiped by the world. After throwing himself into the Blood Fiend Gate, all of his Taoism skills were transformed into magic skills. After thousands of years, he has been on the rise all the way, and soon entered the realm of Nirvana.

The blood refining god is moody, life and death are not taboo, and the number of people who have died in his hands has long been no less than a million. No matter the two ways of righteousness or evil, monks and ordinary people are terrified of him.

And he is the master of Xueyi Hou Beimingshang.

The appearance of the blood refining god, the whole world fell silent, the river of blood stagnated, the snow stopped falling, and even the blood soul that was traveling at a high speed was scattered and annihilated on the spot.

Just like the demon god descending, with every step, the blood-refining god-lord fell down with his white clothes unstained, carrying a sea of ​​blood, and the entire Blood Moon Peak was submerged and soaked in blood.

Viscous, bright, with a refreshing, intoxicating fragrance of blood, it permeates in an instant, and all you can see is a scarlet color, even the laws of heaven and earth are excluded.

Bei Mingshang was in it, as if he had entered someone else's world. Under this terrifying coercive atmosphere, he couldn't even raise the slightest thought of resistance.

"Sinister, a few days ago you devoured and killed your junior brother. I thought of your past achievements and temporarily spared your life. Now you recklessly killed yourself, summoned the blood soul to return to the body, and enslaved the entire disciple on the Blood Moon Peak!" , the massacre is clean, you are so courageous! Really think that this seat will not kill you?!"

The blood refining god stared at the figure on the black ice rock indifferently, and said coldly with his murderous intent concentrated.

With the improvement of Bei Mingshang's cultivation base, now he has begun to slowly obey his yin and yang, as if knowing his future destiny, he will inevitably end up being treated as a cauldron, so he has become more and more presumptuous, trying to break free from his control.

Originally, he planned to wait for Bei Mingshang's cultivation base to recover, and when his magic power improved by [-]%, he would find an appropriate time to devour him, but he didn't expect that he had given countless elixirs and blood anacondas to help him practice and heal his injuries. Not only did he not get better, but his injuries became more serious. Even the blood soul chess pieces that were placed outside were forcibly recalled.

At this moment, the blood-refining god-lord's killing intent was high, and while he was angry with him, he also regretted it. If he had known this, he might as well have swallowed him a few days ago, so as to save such a big mess now. The loss outweighs the gain.

A cold look flashed across Bei Mingshang's eyes, and the killing intent of the blood refining god was undisguised. He naturally knew that if nothing happened, today would be his death day. He had expected this, so he was not panicked. Yan just had no expression on his face, and said lightly:

"It's just some ordinary disciples with no potential, and some lowly servants. If the disciples kill them, they will be killed. It's nothing. From the moment they entered my Blood Moon Peak, they should have known that there would be today's As a result, death is not a pity."

"It's just that I am surprised that Master has killed so many people. How long has he cared about their lives? How could he come to ask his disciples in such a rage? Could it be that your Blood Origin Nirvana Sutra is about to arrive?" stage of consummation?"

(End of this chapter)