I have a long pupil

Chapter 260: Killing the Sword Demon in the Snowfield

Evil spells, evil curses on the altar!

Each lineage of Fang Xiangzong has four basic techniques, which may not seem like many, but they are just the foundation, on which there will be various changes.

In particular, the spells have corresponding magic altar increases.

He had used this evil curse altar when he was building the city of Ye to deal with Pei Tu, the right protector of the Killing Sect. But now that the Taoism has deepened and the Yin and Yang Five Directional Flags have increased, its power is naturally incomparable.

Bang!
Following the clapping sound of the laser cauldron, black ripples spread rapidly with the altar as the center, expanding hundreds of meters in an instant.

He was about to encounter that bloody light.

But at this moment, the bloody sword light turned around and retreated quickly, just in time to avoid the cursed black light, and then floated in the air, revealing the appearance of a clear sun.

At this moment, his skin was covered with metallic luster, and there were cracks all over his body, emitting blood-red light, and his eyes were filled with madness and hatred.

Although he looks like Tu Lingzi, he doesn't have that righteousness.

When Zhang Biao saw this, his heart sank.

Any method of casting a curse must have a medium or mark the target. The first black wave of curses has this effect.

Unexpectedly, even though Chengyang was attacked by inner demons and almost crazy, his sword was still clear and he felt the danger and left.

This is a bit troublesome, and subsequent methods cannot be used.

Although the trap failed, Zhang Biao had no expression on his face and said calmly: "Didn't you come to kill me? Why did you retreat?"

"There's one thing I still don't understand. If you hate Senior Tu Lingzi so much, why do you want to use his body as a scabbard?"

"Could it be that in your heart, you still think that the other party is your master?"

"To shut up!"

Chengyang's eyes became even more crazy, "I thought he would help me get out of trouble and protect me with good intentions, but he betrayed me for the sake of hypocrisy."

As he said that, he waved his sleeves and said angrily: "The Tao is ruthless, and so is the Immortal Tao. The path of cultivation does not come with any mercy. I will not make this mistake again!"

"I'm going to use his body to let him see with his own eyes what the right path is!"

"The right way?"

Zhang Biao sneered, "There are thousands of roads, how do you know that yours is the right way?"

"I see, it's clearly a dead end!"

"If you die, I will be right!"

Chengyang smiled crazily, turned his right palm into a sword, bent one knee, and suddenly thrust it into the ground.

rumbling...

In an instant, several bloody sword lights invaded the earth veins, pulling the earth energy into sword energy, and rushed towards Zhang Biao from different directions, causing snow and mud to splash on the ground along the way.

And the Yin Talisman Liuzhu suspended in the air, which was in harmony with the earth's energy, suddenly became chaotic and was knocked away and scattered.

Zhang Biao narrowed his eyes and immediately rose into the sky, the Yin and Yang Five Flags still slowly rotating around him.

Boom!

On the ground beneath his feet, streaks of bloody sword energy burst out of the ground and attacked him.

Clang!
The Mowen knife from Zhang Biao's waist flew out, carrying bloody phoenix fire, whirring and just blocking a few sword energy.

Only a few tinkling sounds were heard, sparks flew everywhere, the bloody sword light exploded and dissipated, and the Mo Wen Dao was also bounced back.

Zhang Biao took it and took a look, his face instantly darkened.

Mo Wen's knife was full of cracks.

Chengyang's sword energy was so strong that Mo Wen Dao could no longer withstand it. If he tried it again, it would probably be completely shattered.

The good thing is that the Yin Talisman Liuzhu returned to its place and the altar was not broken.

"Hahaha……"

When Chengyang saw this, his face immediately filled with ridicule, "You don't even have a flying sword. You use such a shabby thing and use the methods of an outside sect. How dare you call yourself a disciple of the Xuanyang Sect?"

Zhang Biao ignored it, but stretched out his sword finger, slowly stroked the blade of Mo Wen Dao, and said in a deep voice: "The name of this sword is Mo Wen."

"Don't ask about the future, but ask for your own path. Once you get it, you will accompany me along the way. We will overcome thorns and thorns all the way. We have already connected with each other."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Who do you think you are, the Lord Devouring Sword, and you dare to laugh at it!"

"court death!"

Chengyang's eyes flashed with blood, and he came through the air with a tip of his toes. His whole body was covered in bloody sword light, and his murderous intent was blazing. He arrived in front of Zhang Biao almost instantly.

Zhang Biao was about to step back, but somehow felt something was wrong and slapped the cauldron suddenly.

hum!
Black ripples spread, and the incoming Chengyang turned into a shadow and dissipated. At the same time, a bloody sword suddenly appeared in the air and stabbed his head.

Zhang Biao had already turned sideways, narrowly escaping again and again.

The big blood-colored sword pierced the air, and when he was about to turn back, he saw Zhang Biao shaking his left hand, and the invisible hook roared out. The phoenix fire spread, wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and yanked suddenly.

This bloody sword was also a flying sword. I don’t know where Chengyang got it from. He pretended to be his own body and swallowed the sword spirit inside, using it as a flying sword to attack people.

Zhang Biao was still wearing a Nuo mask. When Chengyang's shadow came closer, he realized something was wrong and remembered the spells that the other party could use:

Sword Qi, Sword Shadow, Golden Escape, Fascination, Soul Control and Invisibility.

Fascinating souls and controlling spirits are of no use to him.

The bloody sword light just now was sword energy.

If he guessed correctly, Chengyang should have used the sword shadow to create an illusion, the flying sword to sneak attack, and he used the invisibility technique.

Sure enough, outside the evil curse altar, Cheng Yang slowly appeared, with a sinister look on his face, and he suddenly stretched out his hand.

An arm actually stretched out from the bloody sword, and with a sharp sword energy, it stabbed directly into his heart.

puff!

Even though Zhang Biao hid quickly, there was still a bleeding hole on his chest. Fortunately, he had already exercised and his muscles immediately tightened, stopping the bleeding.

Call ~
Zhang Biao was annoyed and tugged hard on the invisible hook, holding the bloody sword in his hand. The phoenix fire spread suddenly behind him, covering the entire sword.

Inside the big sword, the mark left by Chengyang's refining was instantly burned away, and the bloody sword became silent.

In the distance, Chengyang's expression changed, and he quickly retracted his hand, looking at the bloody phoenix fire behind Zhang Biao, full of fear, and coldly snorted: "Even the three Yang true fires have been tempered to look like this, if the old ghost Chiyang still can Even if I live, I will be pissed off by you."

Zhang Biao hit the big sword with a wave of his hand. The bloody phoenix flames burned. He frowned and the big sword disappeared instantly.

He could feel that the sword was not of high quality and could not withstand all his phoenix fire. Moreover, the sword spirit disappeared and had to be reborn.

What's even more troublesome is that he doesn't know Xuanyang Sect's sword-controlling skills. He barely used it, but it couldn't increase his combat power, so he simply took it back.

Hearing Chengyang's taunt, Zhang Biao didn't care and said calmly: "Hand over whatever bits and pieces you have with you. It's quite troublesome to snatch them one by one."

Although it was a taunt, he was already full of vigilance.

Chengyang's rich combat experience was something he had never seen before.

He obtained the great sword, originally intending to use it as a medium to cast spells, but he did not expect that the other party's golden escape technique was so mysterious that he could use the sword to attack, and he could only repel it with phoenix fire.

What's more, he didn't expect that the other party was obviously entangled with inner demons, but even though he used his words as swords several times, he never broke down his defenses.

If he were an ordinary person, even if he was angry and irrational, he would mark him with a spell and restrain him.

But Chengyang made him helpless. Even if he deliberately exposed his flaws just now, he refused to enter even half a step into the casting range of the evil curse altar.

How to crack it?

Zhang Biao's heart moved, and he suddenly said: "Senior Qianji, take action now!"

He thought of the heavenly being who came to pick up the bargain.

After such a long time, Nuo Mian didn't find any abnormal energy.

Although the opponent has not yet recovered his cultivation level, he is a master after all, so he must have used unknown means to conceal his aura.

However, the snowfield was still howling and quiet.Zhang Biao didn't care either. His intention was just to deceive, and he didn't expect this old ghost to fall for it.

However, Chengyang was alert, his eyes flashed with blood, he looked around, and his eyes suddenly stopped on the left.

Clang!
He waved his hand, and bloody sword energy roared out.

There was only a loud roar, flying snow and mud splashed everywhere, and a huge figure broke out of the ground, accompanied by an angry voice, "Boy, you dare to plot against me!"

"Hahaha... each other!"

Zhang Biao was delighted and instantly understood the cause and effect.

This old ghost used secret techniques to cover up all the energy, but Chengyang had a clear heart of the sword. This mysterious and mysterious sense could actually find the location of the crisis.

Although he kept cursing, Master Qianji knew which one was most dangerous. As soon as he turned around, dense blades appeared on the demon puppet's armor, and the wind roared, rushing towards Chengyang like a tornado.

Chengyang was naturally not afraid. He twisted his body and was enveloped in the bloody sword light. He dodged left and right at a very fast speed. While avoiding the attack of the demon puppet, he made a series of slashing sounds.

Clink, clang, clang...fire splattered.

Even though this demon puppet was made of spiritual copper and was no weaker than an ordinary flying sword, the blades still fell off under Chengyang's terrifying sword light.

Zhang Biao, on the other hand, exploded with black mist all over his body, used the shadow escape technique, and moved forward instantly. The curse altar also moved at the same time, just enough to wrap the two of them in it.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
After several consecutive knocks, the black light suddenly spread.

Chengyang's expression changed and he was about to retreat, but he was currently fighting Master Qianji, so he was a step slower.

At this step, black ripples have passed over its body.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
How could Zhang Biao miss the opportunity? He chanted a curse, slapped the cauldron, and strode forward.

Dense black lines suddenly appeared on Chengyang's body, spreading outward like a spider web.

With the blessing of the Five Directions Flags of Yin and Yang, the power of the Yin Curse has increased by more than one level, making it difficult for even a ninth-grade body to resist.

"Roar!"

Chengyang let out a shrill scream and backed away repeatedly. At the same time, his eyes completely turned into blood, with no emotion left, only madness and murderous intent.

Zhang Biao knew that the other party was finally invaded by inner demons.

Under the severe pain, the frantic Chengyang immediately turned into a bloody sword light and rushed towards Zhang Biao.

But Zhang Biao was already prepared. At the same time, he unloaded the Panlong Gourd and aimed at the incoming sword light.

call--!
The true energy circulates, and the underworld fire spurts out.

It is difficult for pure hell fire to block Chengyang sword energy, but Zhang Biao's gourd has already absorbed a large amount of Xun wind power from the eagle monster wind eye stone.

The wind assists the fire, which is the dark fire storm.

Perhaps Zhang Biao injected too much infuriating energy, and the terrifying blue hell fire spurted out. It did not turn into a hell fire whirlwind as he imagined, but sprayed out.

More like the turbine engine flames of a previous life.

The blue underworld fire turned white!
"Roar!"

Chengyang only had time to scream in agony before he was blown away more than ten feet away and turned into a ball of charcoal, with all his limbs and head burned away. He fell into the snow with white smoke rising.

The underworld fire is cold fire, and large tracts of ice appear wherever it passes.

Zhang Biao also felt uncomfortable. Not only did a large amount of the true energy in his body disappear, but his whole body was pushed forward by the recoil of this terrible hell fire.

Fortunately, he was physically strong and held on tightly, so he didn't fall down, but his legs slid in the snow for more than 20 meters before stopping.

"My nima..."

Zhang Biao was also sweating coldly, feeling scared.

I was busy at the time, and the power of the Sunda Wind in the Wind Eye Stone was not much, it could only be sprayed once or twice, so I didn't want to experiment. I didn't expect the result to be so terrible.

However, it seems that he got it right and came up with a huge killer weapon...

Thinking of this, he quickly looked ahead.

Chengyang's body was no longer human-like, layers of white ash fell off the surface, and blue hell fire was still burning.

Zhang Biao felt a little sad. He originally wanted to take back Tu Lingzi's physical body and enshrine it as a way of remembering this senior.

But regardless of this, if Tu Lingzi was still alive, I'm afraid he would rather die than have his body invaded and defiled by evil spirits.

Thinking of this, he looked aside again.

In the distance, Master Qianji stared at the dragon gourd in his hand. When he saw him turning around, he quickly stepped back and said with a wary face: "Boy, what do you want to do?"

boom!
Zhang Biao was about to speak when he saw Tu Lingzi's body burst into pieces, flying into ashes and fire all over the sky, and all the fragments were submerged into the human demon puppet on Qianji.

The broken sword body!
Zhang Biao knew in his heart that Chengyang had long been shattered and he refined Tu Lingzi's body into a scabbard.

Now that the scabbard has been destroyed, the opponent uses the sword energy to drive back the Hellfire, and must find a physical body again.

A demon puppet with a large amount of spiritual copper is undoubtedly the best choice.

"what--!"

Master Qianji was only focused on guarding against Zhang Biao, but was taken advantage of by the sword spirit. Moreover, the opponent also had the ability to escape from the metal and instantly penetrated into the demon puppet's core flesh and blood.

"court death!"

Master Qianji was also mad and furious. He suddenly took out a transparent crystal from his arms and crushed it suddenly.

Crash... densely packed small transparent spiders spewed out, ignoring the demon puppet spirit copper, burrowing inside its body and spitting out transparent spider silk.

These spider silks were so tough that they actually wrapped the fragments of the sword within his body. Master Qianji then pulled them out while screaming.

Not only did the demon puppet have a spiritual copper outer armor, but it also had a large amount of flesh and blood on the inside that had been forged by the sacrifice of human life. When it was pulled, flesh and blood splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding snow red.

Seeing such a tragic situation, Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, and then picked up the Panlong gourd without hesitation.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing this, Master Qianji screamed: "I can still be saved, don't be cruel, and say what you have to say."

Zhang Biao looked calm, "Senior, I will die together with this evil spirit. I will inform the Yanjia Sect about this..."

"Wait a minute, I really can be saved!"

Master Qianji's tone was trembling, even with a hint of pleading, but under the demon puppet's helmet, a pair of blood-colored eyes appeared, with a metallic luster, cold and ruthless.

Clearly, Chengyang is already seizing control.

"Ugh!"

Master Qianji also obviously knew that it was too late. His demon puppet body was simply helpless under the control of Chengyang Golden Escape Technique.

After a helpless sigh, the dark wind howled, and a huge spider-shaped black shadow surged out.

Zhang Biao launched a dark fire storm without saying a word.

call--!
This time, he had experience. The cold white hell fire was sprayed out, and the demon puppet was instantly condensed by the ice.

Chengyang, who had not yet controlled his body, had no power to resist, and with unwilling resentment, he turned into ashes with the countless grievances entangled in the demon puppet.

The demon puppet's helmet also lost its light, and the flesh and blood inside his body turned to white ash, and he collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, a huge dark spark bloomed on the demon puppet, and the vast snowy field looked extremely cold.

Eventually, the dark sparks gradually dissipated...

For some reason, Zhang Biao suddenly remembered the last message he gave when he first saw the statue of Tu Lingzi:

I once killed demons in the last days, but I never thought about being worshiped by future generations...

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao looked at the sky, then turned around suddenly and pointed the dragon gourd at the ghost of Master Qianji.

"Senior, please stay..."

(End of this chapter)