I have a long pupil

Chapter 212 Wiping the Sword and Shocking the World ([-])
The fire burns the soul, never dies.

If the Heisha River just now was a water attack, now it is a fire attack. Without the protection of Heisha, the blue hell fire spread among the Yin soldiers at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye.

The Yin soldiers of the Great Liang seem to be powerful, but their strength varies.

Some fierce ghosts who have just entered the product are not much stronger than the remnant souls. After the underworld fire passes, they dissipate in an instant...

The slightly more powerful ones were still ignited by the Hellfire, roaring miserably, and bumping left and right...

In order to crack Hei Sha, Huo Luo Sect threw out ominous objects, but they also lost the protection of Hei Sha, infinitely magnifying the weakness of Yin soldiers.

Zhang Biao set off a fire and put away the panlong gourd.

The underworld fire takes remnant souls as the core, and the Yin soldiers gathered in the beams are the best firewood.

The fight is far from over, and he still has to conserve his energy.

"what--!"

Among the Yin soldiers, the hidden Huo Luo Sect monks were not spared either. Their souls were ignited by the Hellfire, and they screamed and tore off the colorful ropes around their waists, and instantly exited the spirit world.

They can walk, but the Yin soldiers can't.

Especially Lu Xianggong, the real person of the secular god came in person.

It uses human-head vines to perform the spirit-controlling technique. Although it is powerful, all kinds of techniques have flaws and weaknesses.

At the same time that the underworld fire ignited the headless ghosts, the vine heads flying all over the sky also caught fire at the same time, burning along the vines.

For a moment, it was like a tree of fire blooming.

The magnificent scene full of death in front of them left the spectators dumbfounded. Many people panicked and retreated quickly, even jumping off the wooden platform.

As soon as it came, the underworld fire became more and more intense.

The number of those dead Yin soldiers was really too many. After being burned by the fire of the ghost, sparks of the ghost were born. The sparks blossomed and the seeds scattered, almost igniting the entire army.

They are also living souls who enter the spirit world to watch the battle. If a seed flies over and suffers, it will be called bad luck.

Two, although the underworld fire is fierce, it is not so easy to burn Mr. Lu to death. If this crazy sixth-grade vulgar god rushes forward, even if they leave the spirit world, it will be difficult to escape...

"Roar!"

Sure enough, Lu Xianggong let out a roar, and the vines behind him suddenly snapped. At the same time, thick mist of Yin Qi gushed out from his body, forming a whirlwind, blocking the sea of ​​​​underworld fire.

Mr. Lu Xianggong was originally a demon transformed into a secular god. The bloody violence in his soul has not dissipated, and the Daliang War Sacrifice has created hidden dangers for him.

Now battered and out of my mind again.

I saw Mr. Lu suddenly opening his fangs and mouth, and a stream of black smoke spurted out, hovering in the air, and headed straight towards Qingfeng Village.

"It's a curse!"

Someone with sharp eyes immediately realized something was wrong.

The black smoke was actually formed by countless sesame-sized insects, which looked like fleas, but there were tiny twisted vines on their backs.

"Be careful, it's the human head vine Gu!"

Xuchen's expression changed, and he quickly reminded everyone.

This thing often appeared on the battlefield in Luzhou. The skin of those infected by Gu often festered, and vines grew out of the wounds.

What's more troublesome is that after death, the souls of the dead will be dragged into the spirit world, their heads will be fished away, and they will turn into headless ghosts, controlled by Mr. Lu.

This is also the reason why the number of Yin soldiers in Daliang is astonishing.

Up to now, regardless of other things, in order to prevent getting involved, the people who watched the battle started to do it, trying to get rid of the Gu worms.

"Cha-cha!"

Just then, the shrill chirping of cicadas sounded.

The flying Gu insect black smoke suddenly stopped in the air, circling left and right, restless.

"This is... Gu God Curse!"

Xu Chen suddenly remembered the ancient records in the sect, looked up at Zhang Biao with a calm expression, and murmured: "Xiangliang, Qiongqi, maybe there are some hidden things, this Tai Sui has found several inheritances..."

Everyone also saw something strange at this time.

Zhang Biao and Lu Xianggong were obviously fighting for the control of the Gu insects. With the cicadas singing and Lu Xianggong's roar, the black smoke of the Gu insects was flying up and down in the air, becoming more and more restless.

And the sound of cicadas unknowingly overwhelmed Lu Xianggong's roar, and the black smoke gathered and flew slowly towards Zhang Biao...

hum!
The secular god Lu Xianggong was obviously anxious and threw out the wat tablet in his hand.

After being swallowed by it, the vine essence turns into a divine art. The human head vine is just the appearance, and these Gu worms are the foundation.

Just like Zhang Biao had to rely on the Golden Cicada Blood God Gu to cast the Gu God Charm and Feathering Technique, but the Human Head Vine Gu was taken away, and Lu Xianggong could no longer perform the spirit control technique.

What's even more unfortunate is that because the Huo Luo Sect monk has fled, no one can help him hold the fire ceremony, and he can't get support from Daliang Incense.

Fortunately, the wat board in his hand is also a sacrificial vessel, which stores a large amount of incense power, with the help of this treasure, he can regain the Gu worms.

At this time, the surrounding Yin soldiers had been burned out, leaving only blooming sparks of Hell. Lu Xianggong felt fear in his heart and decided to grab the Gu insects and leave.

This is the flaw of secular gods.

Without the help of believers and the support of incense, the power will be weakened, unless he is willing to fall into a laser ghost again.

Feeling the suddenly strengthened pulling force, Zhang Biao smiled coldly and suddenly stopped activating the Gu God Curse. At the same time, dense numbers of soul-eating cicadas flew out of the Panlong gourd.

These spirit-eating cicadas rushed into the human head vine Gu at a high speed, and followed the black smoke of the Gu insects, all of them entered Lu Xianggong's abdomen.

The secular god is a tangible and intangible body, which is similar to being made of pure energy. The soul-devouring cicada burrowed into its body, immediately fluttered its wings, and absorbed spiritual energy crazily.

"Roar!"

Feeling threatened, Lu Xianggong was about to cast a magic spell to deal with it, when he saw a gold inlaid jade tablet flying towards him and stuck it directly on his head.

"Forbidden God Art, follow the same vein..."

The corner of Xuchen's eyes twitched, feeling a little apprehensive.

At this time, his mind was a little confused. Fang Xiangzong's inheritance was scattered all over the place. It's not that no one has looked for it, but because of the long history and the long Dharma-ending era, many clues have been interrupted.

This Tai Sui, why can gather so many?

Pure luck cannot do this.

Is it...

Xu Chen thought of a possibility and couldn't help but look at Hu Yunhai from the Five Immortals Sect next to him, and whispered: "Brother Hu, something is wrong. Isn't the outer gate of Fang Xiangzong gone? Have you received any news?"

Hu Yunhai also had some doubts in his heart, but without changing his face, he glanced lightly and said, "Daoist Xu Chen's words are wrong, Fang Xiangzong is only a branch of witchcraft, who can guarantee that he has no back-up."

Xu Chen frowned, and thoughtfully said: "This dilapidated place in the Ancient Yuan Realm was first crowded by the Killing Sect Gold Core, and now there are other forces intervening..."

"Shang Zong's attitude is also a bit strange. It seems that he suddenly started to pay attention to us. Could it be that..."

Having said this, he suddenly closed his mouth.

The same is true for Hu Yunhai.

Both of them are old friends, and an idea came to their minds at the same time: there is still a chance in the Ancient Yuan Realm, so it will attract various forces.

But this kind of thing, I am afraid that only the Shangzong and the head know the inside story, they are inconvenient to say more, but they can pay attention to it secretly.

If you can continue to practice, who wants to join the incense path...

The two of them chatted in a low voice, and they were both secreted by sound transmission, so they were not noticed by outsiders.

The others, on the other hand, were intimidated by Zhang Biao's technique.

A vulgar god of the sixth rank was suppressed abruptly by Zhang Biao, and he didn't even leave the altar. Huaizhou No. 1 deserved it.Perhaps, the few hidden body forging masters on Zongmen Mountain may not be able to please...

Zhang Biao naturally didn't know what everyone was thinking. He seemed indifferent at the moment, but he was actually calculating in secret, checking the progress of the Soul Devouring Cicada.

This thing is too fierce, and it must not be allowed to develop indiscriminately. Once it reaches the fourth rank, it will be difficult for him to control it.

Fortunately, as Mr. Lu's aura became weaker and weaker, his level began to drop, and the Soul-Eating Cicada still showed no sign of pupating.

Only then did Zhang Biao breathe a sigh of relief.

He found that he seemed a little overwhelmed.

There are more than 500 soul-devouring cicadas in this batch, all of them are yellow-level second-grade cicadas. No matter how strong Mr. Lu is, if he wants to feed [-] third-grade cicadas, he is still far away.

Thinking of this, he let go of the restraint completely.

Roar!
Accompanied by unwilling wails, Mr. Lu became smaller and smaller. He could still resist at first, but now he was easily suppressed by the Royal God Pavilion. He could only watch his aura dissipate like a tide...

…………

When Yunxia closed, it was another atmosphere.

"asshole!"

The vice-priest of the Huo Luo Cult, Gedar, slapped a slap in the face, knocked a Hu monk who had escaped to the ground, and angrily said: "Mr. Lu is still there, and if you fall into the trap, you fall into the trap. How dare you leave the vulgar gods and leave?" !"

The living soul of the Hu monk was burned by the underworld fire. Although he escaped by chance and extinguished the flames with mica powder, his soul had already been injured, and he spoke out his thoughts in a daze: "My lord, the people from the Central Plains God, if you die, you will die, anyway sooner or later..."

Gedar's face changed suddenly, and he swung the metal scepter mercilessly in his hand, only to hear a puff, and the head of the Hu Monk shattered like a watermelon.

But I heard more than one.

Hou Kun, the general manager of Yunxia Pass, was okay, he was supported by the Huo Luo Sect, so he pretended not to hear, and stared blankly into the distance.

Yuzhenfu Xu Bai and the others had gloomy eyes.

As the Daliang War stopped, many contradictions began to emerge, which were difficult to hide.

Zhao Mian became more and more insane, frequently beating and killing courtiers in the hall, and even the most loyal Grand Sima Lu Wuji began to plan for himself in private...

The reason why no one took the lead was because the Huo Luo Sect was expanding wildly with Zhao Mian's support, and it used religious secrets to confuse people's hearts. It has become the biggest force in the court.

But there are more problems with the Huoluo Cult. The chief priest, Arold, is okay and can treat the congregants equally. However, some people who have just moved from the Western Regions, their ancestors used to work in the Golden Horde, and they already harbor resentment towards the Central Plains people. Incense cooperation.

The Deputy Chief Priest Gedar is one of them. Even the monks in the Central Plains of the Fire Luo Sect are very repulsed, and all his subordinates are Hu monks.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Gedar also had a sudden thought, waved his staff, and personally killed all the Hu monks who had escaped.

After doing all this, blood came into his eyes, and he said coldly: "Giving up the vulgar gods is tantamount to apostasy, quickly raise the sacrificial fire, and summon Lu Xianggong to return!"

Click!

Before he finished speaking, a crack appeared in the statue of Lu Xianggong on the temple, and then it collapsed.

"Look, my lord!"

At the same time, the city guard soldier pointed forward.

Everyone hurriedly stepped forward and saw that the originally dense human-head vines in Tiger Leaping Gorge had withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"God is dead!"

The dense crowd of Fire Luo Cult monks immediately knelt down on the ground, some chanted scriptures, some wailed and wept.

For the Incense Sect, secular gods are the root of life. Even if they follow the gods, the feeling of psychological lack cannot be suppressed.

Cold sweat broke out on Gedar's forehead.

Although the attitude of the upper echelon of the Huoluo Sect towards Lu Xianggong is very consistent, and they just use it as a tool, but in the calamity of God's Fall, even he will be tortured by the sect.

Thinking of the enemies he had offended and hidden opponents all the way up, Godar felt a chill down his back.

The shattering of the statue is an ominous sign. I am afraid that the statue of Lu Xianggong, who is far away in Yujing City, has also collapsed.

He managed to grab this opportunity. He thought he could win easily, and take credit for the vacant post of leader...

It's over now, I'm afraid my life will be in danger.

The only chance to survive,

This is where the battle of wits is won!

Thinking of this, he took a few steps forward, roared angrily with bloodshot eyes: "Move all of you, perform a blood fire sacrifice, send down fire from heaven, and kill the demon Tai Sui!"

"Kill the demon Tai Sui!"

"Kill the demon Tai Sui!"

Yunxia closed it, and suddenly remembered the fanatical roar.

Yuzhenfu Xu Bai and the others had gloomy faces, watching all this with cold eyes, and the corners of their mouths were full of sarcasm.

They had just returned from injury. Although they were rescued in time, they were also ridiculed and reprimanded by Gedar, and they were already dissatisfied.

Let's see what you guys can do!

The monks of Yuzhen Palace winked at each other and decided to sit on the sidelines during this fight.

……

Naturally, Zhang Biao did not know about the infighting at Yunxia Pass.

He looked at Mr. Lu who was gradually dissipating, and activated the Golden Cicada Blood God Gu in his body to scream, and took back all the Soul-Eating Cicadas.

Then, the living soul jumped into the spirit world, turned into a black smoke, and flew towards the direction where Lu Xianggong disappeared.

The monks who watched the battle looked eagerly.

Sixth-grade secular gods will have good things after death.

Moreover, when such a large number of Yin soldiers in Daliang dissipate, there will always be some materials left behind. Even if the grade is not high, if they are gathered together, it will be a big harvest.

Elder Hu of the Five Immortals taught his beard and murmured: "Damn, no wonder everyone wants to fight like a god. It's better to fight to get money faster. It's a pity that so many Yin soldiers failed to subdue them, but they were set on fire..."

Zhang Biao naturally ignored everyone and came to the place where Lu Xianggong died. He first waved his hand and scattered a piece of mica powder to extinguish the hell fire, and then landed on the ground.

I saw three things falling on the ground.

A huge yellow crystal disk, a huge Wat board, and half of a slowly creeping rattan.

Sure enough, there is this thing!
Zhang Biao looked at Yuanpan, his eyes lit up.

When this kind of spirit body dissipates, there are usually "remaining", "stone", "plate", "elixir" and other residues, which are the essence of the body and are also important spell-casting materials.

For example, the cursed cauldron in his hand was made from the remaining cauldron plates of Duke Fushou. The one of Lu Xianggong was larger, and it was polished by incense and turned into a topaz shape. It would definitely be able to produce something better.

Needless to say, the wat board is a good material for vulgar gods' sacrificial utensils and for refining magic utensils, and this wriggling rattan is probably related to the rattan spirit that Lu Xianggong swallowed.

It is absolutely extraordinary that it can still be preserved after a long time!

Zhang Biao was overjoyed, but it was a pity that it was a critical moment, and he didn't even have time to clean up the battlefield, so he had to use the eyes of spiritual vision to investigate afterwards.

Thinking of this, he put away the three treasures, turned them into a black smoke, and returned to the altar again.

At this moment, Xu Chen, whose eyes were cloudy and uncertain, finally gritted his teeth, stood up and said with a smile: "Tai Sui Dao friend is really extraordinary, last time he helped my teacher obtain the anti-drug pill, and the old man returned favors, this treasure is suitable for fighting skills! "

After saying that, he threw the brocade box in his hand and flew out.

Zhang Biao was stunned, caught it, looked at the smiling people below, and sighed slightly in his heart:
Sure enough, as you become stronger, there will be more good people around you...

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