Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 397: Blood Evil Gate, Bei Ming Shang!

"boom"

On the dome and the sky, the sharp edges of thousands of swords hang down, converging into a destructive sword light, blasting and killing, a circle of majestic sword wind sweeps away, and the white jade platform is as bright as the sun and the sky!

There was endless sadness in Bi Bufan's eyes, and an expression of disbelief on his face. He was like a fool, without any resistance, like a dead leaf in the wind, being swept away.

"what"

At this moment, a mournful and long howl resounded from the Starlight Sword Pillar, and a blood-red brilliance lit up.

Suddenly, a ferocious blood-red skull appeared, with sparse and scattered teeth, facing the destruction sword light falling from the top of its head, it kept opening and closing to devour, as if chewing and digesting.

The rusty smell of blood fills the nostrils, and the screams are uncontrollable. As soon as the blood-colored skeleton appears, the blood-red ripples spread, causing the blood in Duanchou to faintly float, as if as long as the caster shouts , it will break out of the body.

The sword light gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared. On the white jade platform, Wei Hongyu's appearance had changed drastically at this time, his blood was like mad, and he soared to the sky to win the championship.

At this time, his body was covered with blood, from his clothes to his skin and hair were all blood red, his face was still the same, but with a cold and evil look, at first glance he looked about 40 or [-] years old, but at a closer look he looked like eighteen The nine-year-old young man looked at him for a while, and there seemed to be a suction in the blood-colored pupils, as if it wanted to swallow the whole person's soul.

Bi Bufan leaned back on the palace gate, his eyes were full of shock, he looked at Wei Hongyu who was cold and evil in the palace in disbelief, until now, he really believed that Big Brother Wei was contaminated with evil spirits!
"I asked myself that I didn't show any flaws. Even the owner of this body didn't notice my existence. How did you find me?"

"Wei Hongyu" was bloody all over his body, and his face was extremely ugly. He looked up at the young Taoist above, full of disbelief.

The Blood Shadow Divine Light Sutra is the world's top magic art, mysterious and unpredictable, not even a trace of fluctuations in the breath, even the host himself, can't detect the slightest.

He asked himself, even if a true immortal in the reincarnation realm faced him, he might not be able to notice the abnormality.

But right now, Duanchou not only saw through his concealment, but also directly forced him out. The sword light just now seemed to be aimed at Wei Hongyu, but in fact, it directly cut into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness through the body!

Wei Hongyu would be fine with this sword, but if he didn't strike, he would be destroyed physically and mentally, but it directly drove him to a desperate situation and had no choice but to show up!
Duanchou remained silent, his face was as cold as ice, and he looked at "Wei Hongyu" indifferently, his eyes were dead silent, as if he was looking at a corpse.

"Sovereign Duan, I am the Blood Demon Sect. The Blood Refining God Lord passed on Bei Mingshang personally. I have no intention of offending my disciples, and I don't want to be an enemy of your lord and evil against Xuantianzong. Can you let my blood soul go away?" ?”

The eyes of "Wei Hongyu" were lifeless and bloody, and above his head, a cloud of blood-colored mist emerged and rolled strangely, revealing a vague figure, which was wrapped in the mist, making it impossible to see the specific appearance.

The person who spoke was this blood shadow Bei Mingshang, his tone was indifferent and calm, his voice was soft and cunning, he couldn't distinguish between men and women. Now that the matter has been exposed, he also understands the reason why a strong man cuts his wrists, so he decided to leave.

Under normal circumstances, after knowing his identity, even if he was angry, he would have scruples and would not dare to force him to stay, but the person in front of Bei Mingshang was not so easy to talk to.

"Three sects of magic!"

Duanchou heard that his pupils shrank suddenly, and when he saw the bloody light on "Wei Hongyu", his eyes turned cold, and he said indifferently: "I don't care what your origin is, today you are dead!"

"Sect Master Duan, even if you kill my blood soul today, it will only damage some of my cultivation. In the future, if you don't know, you will repay it to these disciples of yours. Please think again!"

The blood shadow transformed by Bei Mingshang was neither humble nor overbearing, and he spoke lightly, but the threat hidden in the words was clearly revealed.

"What are you, you dare to threaten me!"

Duanchou's eyes turned cold, and he snorted coldly, but he didn't see him making any gestures, and suddenly the Void Divine Singing sounded, majestic and grand.

In an instant, a bright golden lamp floated from between his brows, like a golden sun, hanging in the sky and illuminating the top, shining a large area of ​​golden light and flames, pouring out fire.

The golden light shone, the temperature was astonishingly high, and a long river of golden flames roared endlessly, turning into a long rainbow and rushing straight to Beimingshang in mid-air.

Shenguang and Huoyan are exactly the opponents Bei Mingshang, a monk of the devil way, would not want to face. What's more, he is just a blood soul, not his body, and he is facing the very famous master of Xuantian Sect!

Bei Mingshang did not dare to neglect, he escaped into Wei Hongyu's body again, took a deep breath, and turned his palms to form a seal formula.

In an instant, the boundless blood energy rolled and condensed, just like before, a hideous and terrifying blood-colored skeleton appeared, opening and closing up and down as if ordered by the emperor, as if there was a foreign object about to vomit.

"Jiuyou Rakshasa, evil spirits and dirty blood, gather!"

The sky in the Xuanjian Palace is bright red, covering the dome with the sword light, and the bloody atmosphere makes people want to vomit.

Bei Mingshang danced like a demon, and the spiritual power accumulated and absorbed for 20 years, at this moment, burst out unreservedly, the breath multiplied, and began to climb crazily. down.

"Blood River, now!"

With a cold shout, the seal formula in his hand was turned over, and the boundless blood flowed upside down, gathering bright red all over the sky, and suddenly became a monstrous river of blood.

As soon as the river of blood came out, the entire Xuanjian Palace seemed to have fallen into a boundless sea of ​​blood. It was as bright red as the sea of ​​blood in the eyes, and endless blood filled the ears, like a big river, rushing endlessly.

Extreme things will be different, being in such a river of blood, but there is no sense of nausea at all, instead, there is a ubiquitous sweet and fragrant fragrance lingering in the nose, smelling drunk, as if this river of blood is the most mellow wine in the world .

Let people have the heart of being immersed in it, drunk and dreaming of death.

The Sorrow-Breaking Sword has become powerful, so determined, the whole person is like a golden sword, immersed in the sharpness of the avenue, and before the scent of evil thoughts and blood enters the body, it is cut off by the sharpness.

Opening the palace gate with a wave of his hand, he sent Bi Bufan out who couldn't hold on anymore. Duanchou's expression was indifferent, his spiritual power activated, and the golden lamp above his head became more and more sacred.

"laugh"

In an instant, like a volcanic eruption, countless magma poured into rivers, lakes and seas, boiling everything and condensing everything.

The sky is full of blood-red water vapor. If the previous blood-red eyes were mostly hallucinations, if the artistic conception is reached, the blood-red water vapor at this time is real, and it is the product of mutual annihilation of the golden light fire and the blood river filth.

The river of blood was surging and turbulent, and waves of blood licked out, lingering for a long time, as if Duanchou was about to be involved in it, the flesh and blood melted and merged with the river of blood.

The golden light is bright and vast, and the flames are sacred and never extinguished, just like the sun rising from the sea, the nemesis of the evil spirits of the heavens, purifying everything, pushing forward layer by layer, like a raging ocean tide, the waves behind push the waves ahead, or like a mountain crumbling, covering the sea Cut off.

(End of this chapter)