After I worshipped Bodhi, I was invincible

Chapter 89 The Weird Eyeball

Without the spiritual root and fairy fate, it is basically cutting off the path of cultivation.

But there are tens of thousands of people who are not destined to be immortals, but there are countless people with ambitions. In order to practice Taoism and live a long life, and to break away from bondage, heresy ways came into being.

"Southern Wilderness Royal Shark Record" is like this.

With a general understanding of this sorcery in her heart, Ao Qing also had an estimate of Jing Baimei's cultivation.

According to the records of Yuyulu, the merman used for the demon formation pill is of the Celestial rank, and any cultivation level above or below the Celestial rank will cause the pill formation to fail.

It is conceivable that even if this Jing Baimei forms alchemy, she is still at the Celestial rank.

It is not difficult to kill the monsters of the immortal rank with the cultivation base of the true immortal rank.

However, there are many twists and turns in this trial, and one mistake may lead to traps and detours.

After writing down the spells and tricks on the fragmented scroll, Ao Qing handed it to Prince Mo Ang: "I have read it, thank you cousin for your generosity."

Ao Moang on one side took the fragmented scroll, nodded and said: "If you really plan to accept and solve this matter, don't be hasty before you eliminate the demon. The secret art of deception in the cultivation world is the most unexpected."

Ao Qing was about to say something when she suddenly heard a rumbling explosion sound from all around.

The next moment, the sea water in the West Sea began to tumbling violently, the jade tiles on the eaves were shaking, and the coral group in the southeast was even completely shattered, exploding and spreading around.

There was a lot of noise above the head, and in a blink of an eye, the ground was already covered with white jade rubble.

Ao Moang's complexion changed, and he immediately flew to the top of the Dragon Palace, using spells to control the water flow, and only then forcibly stopped the sloshing seawater.

"No, the seal is loose!"

Ao Moang looked at Ao Qing under the eaves of the palace, and said: "The situation is critical, it's too late to explain, come with me, rush to Xuanming Haiyuan as soon as possible to strengthen the seal!"

"Understood, I'll come right over."

Ao Qing made a good guess in her heart, and handed Su Ying to her fellow merman, followed closely behind, and headed towards Xuanming Haiyuan.

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Changsheng City of Lian Kingdom, Prince Jing's Mansion.

There were quite a few monks from the Taiqing sect standing inside and outside the mansion, and the monks outside the mansion were on their own side, preparing to set up a magic circle to force out the monsters.

The family servants in the palace were drawn into the formation formed by the Taiqing disciples on the other side.

After several repeated inspections and verifications, it can be basically judged that these mortal disciples in front of them are not monsters.

But to be on the safe side, it is still trapped in the formation.

It is not only insurance, but also protecting their safety and security.

The Taiqing Sect sent several disciples to investigate, and two disciples of Jiedan entered Prince Jing's residence holding immortal swords.

Explore along the palace one by one, turn around several pavilions and corridors, and pass through large areas of shaded shrubs.

The two disciples finally stopped in front of an old wooden door covered with yellow symbols.

The door panel is covered with cracks, the old yellow runes are flying up and down in the wind, and the blood-red runes like earthworms are slowly wriggling. At this moment, they are exuding a disgusting stench.

"Is this cinnabar? It doesn't look right."

The monk in Taoist robes and holding a feng shui plate glanced at the yellow talisman on the wooden door, feeling inexplicably timid in his heart.

"There is a difference here, withdraw, and tell the head teacher before making a decision."

"It's Senior Brother." Another short monk agreed, and silently followed behind the monk holding the Feng Shui plate.

Walking in Prince Jing's Mansion, the temperature in the air seemed to be slowly dropping.

There was a trace of blood in the cold wind, and the attic house, where light could not shine, looked dark from a distance.

A fishy wind blew out from the window.

Suddenly, a scarlet eyeball flashed by the window lattice.

Something seems to be hiding in the darkness, silently spying on whoever comes.

The little monk rubbed his shoulders, inexplicably flustered.

"Brother, have you noticed that this place is weird? Why does it look so gloomy that it makes people feel chills all over."

"A monk like you is still afraid of ghosts?" The other party mocked.

The small cultivator frowned: "No, brother, it's not the feeling of a ghost cultivator, it's just... How can I describe it to you, it's like the temperature suddenly dropped..."

"No, not right..."

The little monk's eyes timidly glanced at the window, the more he looked, the more he felt penetration, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment.

"I feel... I feel as if there is a dead person sticking to my side, coming out of the house..."

The monk holding the feng shui dish also felt guilty when he said this.

"You and I are both alchemy cultivators... yes, what's so scary, not to mention that the Feng Shui pan has no response, and there is no evil spirit here at all!"

no evil spirit...

After saying these words, the fear in his heart inexplicably increased, yes, there is no monster aura, why does the aura here become so weird?
Just as he was about to turn around to look at the younger brother beside him, the moment his gaze shifted, he trembled all over.

--"Snapped!"

The Feng Shui plate hit the ground.

But soon, the surging blood-red silk thread slowly crawled towards the copper iron plate, constantly twisting and entangled.

And the small monk before had already been engulfed in blood.

Among the squirming blood, now only a skull with rotten flesh and veins remained.

"Master... junior brother..."

His fingers were trembling, and his heart was burning with anger. His fingers were about to squeeze out a sword formula to cut off the twisting blood.

however.

The moment his eyes met his eyeballs, his body felt an astonishing coercion. Under the pressure, he could hardly breathe, his throat was blocked, and even his body lost control.

The blood was surging like a wave, and a burst of heat rose from the bloody aura.

And all around, there were bursts of crying babies.

"Zizi...Zizi..."

Bloodshots climbed up his ankles, and another froze cultivator was also dragged into the bloodshots. His flesh made a "sizzling" sound when it was burning, but in the blink of an eye, the body festered, and a white bone was twisted and crushed in an instant, and the sound disappeared. disappear.

After a while, the blood returned to the house, and the ground was clean, not even a tiny bit of blood.

In the empty and dark house, a slowly turning eyeball appeared.

The direction of the eyeballs is watching the door, as if waiting for the next prey.

West Sea, Xuanming Abyss.

Several dragon children manipulated the talisman paper, pouring spiritual power into it continuously, and the dazzling stream of light swayed in circles of bright halos in the sea.

In the abyss, the water is thousands of feet deep and the waves are rough.

There was a huge monster dragging the chain faintly, making an ear-piercing sound of "click, click, click".

"Brother, why is the vicious beast in the sea abyss so strange now?"

"Just now the smell of blood was strong, the blood mist in Jiuying's body was soaring, and there was an aura of monks from the human world around him. Could it be that it used some method to attract people to eat it!"

Ao Moang frowned: "The seal was loosened once before, but it was just a curse overflow."

"Looking at what it looks like now, the guy at the bottom of the abyss is probably really awake!"

It's just the spirit of the remnant body, but it still has such terrifying power. The monks of the Dragon Race increased the injection of spiritual power, and golden runes emerged from the sea abyss.

The rune was transformed by the arrow light of the ancient god Houyi, and was used to suppress the spirit of Jiuying.

The golden light was shining, and the chain shook violently, entangled the spirit of Jiuying's remnant body at the bottom of the sea.

Under this suppression, Jiuying's body shook, and the sea water mixed with dirty blood exploded instantly.

A piercing baby cry resounded across the ocean floor.

　The May [-]st correction is being written, and something happened during the day, so I haven't finished writing it yet.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)