The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 224 Depot
Simply comparing the combat power, the first seat of Qingyunmen's seven veins plus dozens of elders is enough to smash the four major sects of the Demon Cult.

This is without considering the bonus of Zhu Xianjian.

Had it not been for Xiao Qiang's misfortune, the Qingyun sect could have completely won the first battle between good and evil.

"The misfortune is to break the wall and break the golden soup."

Yi Qingchen sighed, and slowly walked into the dense forest behind Dazhu Peak.

Big Bamboo Peak is located in a remote place, away from the main line of Tongtian Peak.

There were few people on the peak, and the master and apprentice together counted the old dog and it was only just over ten, not to mention the defense.

Even Baguio's level of cultivation can break in and leave without anyone noticing.

Except for Tian Buyi and his wife, who sit in the main hall on the peak and are not easy to invade, other places are like a sieve.

Yi Qingchen let go of her telepathy, and wandered slowly in the primitive dense forest of the back mountain.

It didn't take long for an evil force to swallow up the spiritual power of exploration.

Instead of being surprised, Yi Qingchen was overjoyed, and immediately withdrew all her mental power to stick to her mind.

People have rushed up and walked through the dense forest with incomparable speed.

The dense woods did not hinder him at all, and the place he passed was exactly where he could pass.

Hundreds of feet passed by in a flash.

A small stream flows quietly, and in the middle of the stream there is a one-foot-long black stick stuck in the chaotic world at the bottom of the stream.

Dark and inconspicuous.

Anyone who didn't look for it intentionally would think it was just a branch.

Yi Qingchen walked forward, stretched out his hand to grab the black stick, and the real essence turned into a big hand and fell down.

The black stick swayed, and suddenly emitted a strong black light and hit Yi Qingchen.

"presumptuous!"

Yi Qingchen snorted coldly, and immediately cast a spell to summon Thunder.

Click, click, click...

The thunderbolts fell one after another, and each piece of black light melted away.

When the nine thunderbolts fell, the black stick had restrained the black energy and was held by Yi Qingchen.

It was still unwilling to settle down, and sent out a strange force to invade the Zifu as soon as it started.

Yi Qingchen's mental power is strong, and Zifu has already visualized a continuously rotating galaxy.

The starlight fell, directly shielding the weird power from the outside.

At first glance, it is eye-catching.

Yi Qingchen grabbed the soul-destroyer stick and left quickly, and soon a sword light fell, and he looked carefully at the side of the stream.

Yi Qingchen watched her leave, and after staying for a long time, she walked towards the back mountain of Big Bamboo Peak.

Now that you're here, let's get things done once and for all.

Teenage Zhang Xiaofan is just like his name, very ordinary.

Wielding a machete to cut bamboo one after another, just like Yi Qingchen practiced diligently when he first started learning swordsmanship.

"By the way, have I been lazy recently?"

Yi Qingchen reflected on himself: "Recently, I'm only greedy for the refreshment of alchemy and meditation, and I also do a lot of eating, drinking and having fun. It really belongs to the cultivation of martial arts and magic, and all kinds of magic are somewhat backward."

"Zhu Xian" is a romance novel dressed in fantasy and fairy tales.

Not only are there many emotional and hypocritical sentences in the text, but also the positioning of the protagonist.

Zhang Xiaofan won the favor of countless beauties by relying on his affectionate personality all the way to hang out like eating.

Almost all the women in it are seeds of affection.

Far away.

"Little brother, do you still have the bead given to you by Puzhi Divine Monk?"

Zhang Xiaofan was chopping vigorously, suddenly heard a gentle voice.

Although gentle, it is very strange.

He was taken aback, thinking how could there be strangers on the Big Bamboo Peak?
When you fully understand the meaning of the words, you will not be surprised but horrified.

"Who is he? Why did he know about Master Puzhi and Zhuzi?"

Subconsciously, Zhang Xiaofan picked up the hatchet for protection, stared nervously at Yi Qingchen and asked: "Who are you? Why did you come to our Big Bamboo Peak? This is Qingyunmen!"

Yi Qingchen stretched out his hand to grab it, and a lychee-sized purple bead jumped out of Zhang Xiaofan's chest, flying towards Yi Qingchen.

The rope that originally bound the beads broke automatically, failing to stop it at all.

When Zhang Xiaofan reacted, the beads had fallen into Yi Qingchen's hands.

Zhang Xiaofan was startled and angry, shouted: "Give it back to me quickly, this is my bead."

"This bead is called the blood-sucking bead. It is the magic weapon of the black-hearted old man, the leader of the blood-refining hall of the largest sect of the Demon Cult in the past. It is dedicated to devouring human blood. It only needs to be in contact with the human body for a moment, and it will absorb all the human flesh and blood. Leave a bone."

Yi Qingchen turned the purple bead, and saw the '卍' character imprint appearing on it, the real essence directly penetrated into the bead to consume the Buddha's strength.

"impossible!"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head again and again: "Impossible..."

Yi Qingchen continued: "After the death of the black-hearted old man, the Blood-devouring Orb disappeared, and when it was found again, it was in the Western Daze, which was obtained by the Puzhi Divine Monk of Tianyin Temple. At that time, the Blood-devouring Orb was surrounded by snow White bones, living beings are extinct. After obtaining the Blood-devouring Orb, the general wise monk will inevitably endanger the world again, so he suppresses the demonic nature of the Blood-devouring Orb day and night with Buddhism, trying to purify the Blood-devouring Orb with Buddhism."

Zhang Xiaofan was fascinated by hearing it, he couldn't help remembering the string of Buddhist beads he had when he first met Puzhi Divine Monk, only this bead was special.

And that day, Puzhi Divine Monk did indeed tell him to throw the beads away in an inaccessible place.

"Could it be that this thing is really the Blood-devouring Orb of the Demon Cult?"

Snapped!
With a soft crisp sound, the golden light on the purple beads completely disappeared, turning from purple to blue.

A strange force emerges from the bead, trying to draw Yi Qingchen's blood essence.

"I don't know how high the sky is."

Yi Qingchen's movement skills, the whole body's qi and blood are mixed together, which is enough to resist the blood-sucking force.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed a rabbit in the air, and put it together with the blood-devouring bead.

Bloody light emerged out of thin air, and streamed out of the rabbit's pores one by one, and fell into the blood-devouring beads.

In the blink of an eye, the rabbit lost a lot of weight and shivered.

But this couldn't change its fate. The blood flowed faster and faster, gradually turning into a shriveled corpse.

Zhang Xiaofan's face turned pale, he vaguely felt that his own blood was flowing out uncontrollably.

Fear, uncontrollable fear.

He involuntarily moved away from the blood-devouring orb.

Yi Qingchen grabbed the Blood-devouring Orb and suppressed its power.

He praised: "As expected of the top-level magic weapon refined by the black-blooded old man, it has such a great power without anyone urging it. If someone urges it, it will be fine!"

Zhang Xiaofan felt greater fear, felt that the person in front of him looked like a pervert.

Yi Qingchen smiled at him: "How is your 'Da Fan Prajna' practice?"

Zhang Xiaofan's face changed drastically, he lost his voice: "How do you know?"

"Of course, I know that what Puzhi Divine Monk has been thinking all his life is to combine the two great powers of Tianyin Temple' Dafan Prajna" and Qingyunmen's "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao" to prove the door of longevity. How could he not teach you "Da Fan Prajna" .”

Yi Qingchen's palm burst into flames, the burning blood-devouring beads crackled, and the green energy kept rolling.

But no matter how the green energy surged, it still couldn't get out of the range of the flame.

Gradually, Qingqi retracted into the bead, revealing a posture of submission.

Zhang Xiaofan is constantly surprised today, and now he doesn't know if he is still surprised.

He just thought that holding the flame in his hands wouldn't burn his hands?
(End of this chapter)