How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 24 Turned out to be the Six Levels of Heaven Sealing? ? ?
"what!?"

Jiang Huai exclaimed, even though his sage vision was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Burning ancestral blood in the ground lock!? The power of your bloodline is pure enough, boy!"

He squinted his eyes, and his heavenly body couldn't look directly at the arrogance emanating from Zhu Huan'an, which was completely unheard of for him.

With the earth lock open, no matter how arrogant a genius is at this level, he is only cultivating his body. Even if he is taught by a famous teacher to practice Taoism in advance, in his eyes he is still a parrot, no different from an ant.

Only after breaking through the door of the sky, extracting the power of immortals and demons in the blood of the ancestors, and controlling the way, can one become a monk.

There are exceptions to everything.

200 years ago, when he was just a land lock, he once encountered a terrifying monster while exploring the secret realm with his senior brother. He once witnessed the shocking aura of his fellow apprentice when life and death were at stake, and he was not weaker than Tianfeng.

It's just that the time was too short, and in the end the amazingly talented junior brother died tragically at the mouth of the monster. Fortunately, he didn't turn around to help, but escaped by taking the opportunity to survive.

Only later did he know that people with exceptionally pure ancestral blood can forcibly refine the power of immortals and demons in the locked land, but the price is to use their lives to stimulate it, and when the ancestral blood is quickly exhausted, they will become mortals.

In fact, it is the art of burning jade and stone together.

Pulling back his thoughts from the memory, Jiang Huai showed a treacherous smile.

"This kid in front of me is as imposing as a rainbow. He is even more powerful than that junior brother who has the posture of a divine beast. My blood pills are all mortal beasts. I have trained the blood of the posture of a spiritual beast. If I get him, hey!"

Jiang Huai clasped his fingers together, and a rich purple light rose from his feet.

The stone statue in the secret room behind him trembled wildly, and then a staff broke through the stone statue and flew out, hovering in front of him.

"If you can let me use the saint's spell, you will die without injustice."

"Gu Saint Remnant Art - Soul Seizing!"

With the shaking of the staff, the rich purple light suddenly condensed hundreds of wraiths.

Among these wraiths are weak scholars, generals in battle, and more monks from all walks of life, but no matter what their identities are, they all have hideous faces and screams at this moment.

"go with!"

Groups of resentful spirits floated away wrapped in purple mist, and the loud wailing made Murong Jingyan's heart thump wildly.

Jiang Huai showed a smile, these were all people who died under his hands, and their souls were lured away by him after death and turned into a strand of this technique.

When he was called a saint, he wiped out thousands of wronged souls with a wave of his wand, and the purple mist covered ten miles. Wherever he went, there was no grass growing. Although it is only worthy of heaven, it is enough.

"As long as you are infected by this seat's seizing soul, not only your body, but your ancestral blood and will will disappear and die, ha ha."

Zhu Huan'an reached out, and the black knife on the stone wall flew out of its own accord, and landed firmly in his hand.

Seeing the red black dragon tattoo on his back, Zhu Huanan held the end of the handle of the knife with both hands, and then thrust it into the ground.

As the blade entered the ground, the fine scales at the edge of the blade seemed to slowly bloom, and the sound of a dragon's cry echoed.

A wave visible to the naked eye immediately radiated from Zhu Huan'an's body. The wave was red-gold in color, and the purple mist that rushed towards his face, together with the unjust souls, melted away like an iceberg crashing into magma.

"What technique?" Jiang Huai took the floating staff, his eyes became serious.

Although his gu sage technique is incomplete, it can be regarded as a proper sage technique, and the ancestral blood of this body obtained by taking it away is purer, enough to compare with himself who was in the three levels of heaven.

Moreover, the technique is invisible and hard to defend against. Many swordsmen and swordsmen have no way to use this trick.

It was cracked so inexplicably?

Murong Jingyan's eyes also widened, Zhu Huan'an is so powerful?If you don't make a move, you will break the big move.

At this time, Zhu Huan'an's voice came from Murong Jingyan's ears:

"The next move, I will directly take his life, and then all the thorns in the entire tunnel will be destroyed."

Before Murong Jingyan was happy, her heart tightened immediately.

"After the blow, no matter whether I'm still alive or not, I'll go quickly. This person was once an evil saint, and I'm afraid there will be some secret method that will bite back at the end of my life."

Murong Jingyan became anxious immediately, and immediately reached out and grabbed Zhu Huan'an's arm regardless of the fiery blood on Zhu Huan'an's body:

"If you want to walk together, I don't believe that he dares to take the initiative to change lives with you! How can I watch you die and run away alone??"

Zhu Huan'an was stunned for a moment, he looked down at Murong Jingyan's hand that was burnt red, and shook his head:

"Since the ancestral blood is opened, I have no power to stop it. If I can kill this monster before it burns out, it's better to save you, or to restore Yazhou's peace. It's better than dying here together."

Zhu Huan'an's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something trivial.

After a pause, he raised his hand and patted Murong Jingyan's shoulder:

"There is no need to feel sorry for me. A person who cultivates immortals has a destiny. Success or failure depends on the heavens. Everything is fate."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Huan'an lifted the long knife, his golden pupils turned, and turned to look at Jiang Huai in the distance.

With just this one glance, Jiang Huai felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, a defensive circle appeared under his feet, and countless spiritual powers were accumulated in the staff of the ghost in his hand.

"What's going on, I have a life-and-death tension."

Jiang Huai said to himself, according to his previous habits, he almost couldn't help but want to turn his head and run away, but Lingyin Shenling is still in Murong Jingyan's hands, and he has a reason to take it back.

"I still don't believe it, I was able to be beheaded by a ground lock kid today."

Just when Zhu Huan'an was about to make a move, a voice full of air suddenly came from the corridor behind him.

"My daughter and Jiangshan, when will it be an outsider's turn to protect me?"

As soon as the words fell, a majestic milky spiritual energy gushed out from the other end of the tunnel, and Murong Jingyan felt comfortable all over her body.

"Father, Quan!??"

Murong Jingyan turned her head, only to see a fat middle-aged man walking towards him swaggeringly, the thorns that blocked the way back had already been destroyed by him.

King Quan waved his hand: "Yun Li, Dad told you to be careful."

After saying that, King Quan had already walked to the side of the two of them. He glanced at Zhu Huan'an and nodded:
"This kind of divine appearance, I have never seen it in the Dayan Academy back then. Wouldn't it be too much of a disadvantage to die here?"

I saw King Quan raised his hand to touch Zhu Huan'an's eyebrows, and suddenly a white light and shadow blurred out, and the golden fire light swimming wantonly on Zhu Huan'an's body also gradually dimmed until it was completely restrained in the body.

"Thank you senior."

Zhu Huan'an cupped his hands, with surprise in his eyes.

He forcibly mobilized the ancestral blood and the vitality was damaged, and the blood in his body was like a raging sea. After this finger, it returned to normal in an instant, and the spring king's spirit of protecting the soul was extremely gentle. Although he couldn't use his full strength in a short time, the foundation was basically preserved.

The seemingly random method, but Zhu Huan'an understood the difficulty.

This spring king is not simple.

Quan Wang ignored it but turned to look at Murong Jingyan.

At this time, Murong Jingyan not only had disheveled hair, but also was covered in stains, even the clothes on her shoulders were shredded into strips of cloth, looking very embarrassed.

King Quan's eyes turned cold, and he glanced at Jiang Huai who was in the distance: "You made this king's daughter like this?"

Murong Jingyan took a step forward and raised her finger: "Father, that's him."

Jiang Huai watched all this silently, and said slowly, "Who are you?"

After asking this question, he laughed self-deprecatingly, his eyes were equally cold: "Tian Feng, there are so many Tian Feng in Xuancheng that they can't win this seat, so you want to stop me?"

"Hand over the Lingyin Shenya, and I can let you live once."

While speaking, the purple light behind Jiang Huai condensed into a shadow. It was a snake-shaped monster covered with thorns, and it was the incarnation of his ancestral blood: the strange beast—the thorny worm.

This is the image of the ancestral blood that can only be achieved by the three levels of Tianfeng, but he can use it in advance. This is the foundation of a saint.

King Quan seemed to have recognized the strange beast, his face darkened immediately, and he said, "Is this the appearance of the Jiang family's strange beast? Huh, so you are that semi-holy and evil cultivator who dared to seize property in this king's territory."

"I will kill you today!"

After finishing speaking, the milky white aura behind King Quan danced, and with the yelling of the deer, a vivid white deer emerged behind him, with towering antlers, showing its nobility.

Zhu Huan'an and Jiang Huai couldn't help but speak at the same time:
"It turned out to be the Six Passes of Heaven Sealing."

"What, it turned out to be the Six Levels of Heaven Sealing??!!!!"

King Quan took a step forward, and the white deer behind him came out and rushed forward.

I saw white runes appearing beside the white deer. Each of these runes carried a powerful power of immortals and demons, wandering around the white deer's long horns like a star crown.

Jiang Huai dismissed the image behind him, turned around and fled without hesitation.

It can be said that each level is like a natural moat. Most monks worked hard to reach the Heavenly Seal, and were trapped in the first and second levels until their death.

It can be said that there are very few people who can reach the six levels of Tianfeng, and they are all young heroes who have been famous all over the world.

Back then, he even followed these people to shine shoes and had to see if they stretched their feet. If he hadn't practiced heresy and was good at seizing opportunities, with his talent, he would never have been able to break through the six levels of heaven and even become half-sages.

Therefore, when he found out that the opposite was the Tianfeng Liuguan, he didn't dare to have the slightest idea, and if he was a little later, he might really have to explain it here.

"Damn it, how could there be a cultivator from Tianfeng Liuguan in this Yazhou, and he is still in this unshitty Black Bark Mountain??"

Bailu rushed into the secret room, with a loud noise and screams, only a pool of dirty blood left by Jiang Huai remained in the secret room, and Jiang Huai had already fled along the big hole above his head.

After all this was done, King Quan did not pursue him, he made a gesture to Zhu Huan'an not to follow, and raised his eyes to signal Murong Jingyan to follow him.

The two walked into the secret room one after the other, and the stone door slowly rose as King Quan waved his hands, blocking Zhu Huan'an's gaze.

He walked under the hole, not only as if he was observing the pool of blood, but also as if he was lost in thought.

The sunlight from the mountain shines in through the holes, and the dust floats in the light beams. The Spring King seems to be tired and old again.

Murong Jingyan couldn't help shouting:

"father?"

Hearing this call, Quan Wang seemed to come back to his senses.

He straightened his back, his eyes were wise and deep at the moment, and he spoke slowly after a long time:
"who are you?"

　I looked back at Demon Slayer today, and I laughed at myself haha
　　
　
(End of this chapter)