Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 392 All corpses transform!

In the God Burial Valley, a sudden chill instantly swept through all the human monks and demon cultivators in the valley.

"Ok?"

Waving the purple and gold beads in his hand, he defeated a demon into smoke. Fahai, the monk in white, frowned and turned around.

Just now, a strong uneasiness suddenly appeared in his heart.

"World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddha."

While pronouncing the Buddha's name with his mouth, Fa Hai pinched it with one hand, silently deducing the secrets of heaven with the supreme Zen Buddhism, trying to find the source of this uneasiness.

But the confusion had not yet been cleared before his eyes.

Less than a few dozen miles away, the ground was suddenly arched high, and a mottled and dilapidated sacred mausoleum filled with decay and desolation overturned the soil above its head, and strangely reappeared on the land.

The extremely turbulent aura of the gods interrupted Fahai's deduction.

……

But at this moment, Qi Xiu didn't have the energy to pay attention to this.

"You think I don't dare?"

Just when Qi Xiu was observing the stone tablet in front of him that had collapsed and scattered, only half of the base remained.

The weather in God Burial Valley is about to change!

Even if I die, sir will use great means to fish me out of the eternal river of light.

"That is……"

A strange smile slowly appeared on his face.

Above the sky, like a heavenly tapestry, huge whirlpools of colorful colors suddenly emerged, flowing with all kinds of Taoist aggregates.

The dark stone tablet cracked, and the stream of light contained in it flew into the sky, following what the old man with the bone staff just said.

With a flick of his sleeves, a Hunyuan sword light swept the old man with the bone staff into the Hunyuan sword gourd, and Qi Xiu casually sealed the magical broken iron hidden in his body.

Lying flat on the ground, the old man with the bone stick threw away the bone stick that had always been in his hand, and rested his head on the back of his head, looking indifferent.

I have completed what my husband asked me to do.

You, the Taoist, will never be able to defeat Mr.

"just kill me."

The next moment, the devastated and crude mausoleum collapsed suddenly, and a coffin like a coffin made of glazed white jade floated quietly in the air.

The tightly sealed coffin lid was slowly opened by an inexplicable force.

I saw his breath quivering slightly.

The souls who were imprisoned here were laughing wildly at this moment, full of black energy, like the screams of night owls, resounding throughout the world.

Under the inexplicable pull of these huge whirlpools, bright beams of light rose from the depths of the earth like giant dragons, pointing directly at the dazzling sky.

Now the sword flies away.

Sensing the approval coming from the fatal restraint in his body, the old man with the bone stick raised his mouth with a slight arc. His life was guaranteed, and he had nothing to fear at this moment.

Compared to other big monsters.

Now in the entire God Burial Valley, corpses of gods are gradually walking out of their coffins.

Not long after.

A huge [divine disaster] is brewing rapidly.

It seemed like a moment, but it seemed like a long time passed.

That stream of light was the sword used by Li Banxian to suppress the God Burial Valley.

A pair of bare feet stepped out of the coffin, and a corpse with its eyebrows pierced and empty eyes stepped out of the coffin.

Now, the shackles of bondage are broken.

However, what Qi Xiu didn't know was that as early as the moment the sword flew away, countless corpses of gods buried underground in the God Burial Valley had already transformed into corpses at the same time.

Within the pillar of light, the long-dormant divine source was released.

The lids of these coffins all fell down, revealing corpses that had been dead for countless years.

At the same time, throughout the God Burial Valley, countless divine tombs broke through the shackles of the earth.

The monk's robe was raised high, and the purple gold alms bowl held in Fahai's right hand buzzed, with countless Sanskrit Buddha seals appearing on the surface, as if he felt a huge threat.

next moment.

Countless years of suppression and previous massacres have shaped them into the embodiment of resentment and hatred.

……

The old man with the bone staff and the demon Buddha of flesh and blood have the largest volume of broken iron in their bodies. With these two pieces, the original appearance of the broken iron can be roughly seen.

Coffins floating in the air were floating in the air.

The air seemed to be frozen by this scene.

They vowed to cause a catastrophe in this world!
Let the bloody storm wash away the scars of the past and illuminate their return with the flames of revenge.

Forever and ever!

All things!

Your god is coming back!

Looking up at the divine source who was preparing to escape from this world through those huge whirlpools, Qi Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Can't let them out!
Divine source and divine corpse merge into one.

These gods may be able to be resurrected immediately!

In this way, how can I become enlightened!
The battle over the road made Qi Xiu, who had always been cautious, become more domineering and fierce in his heart.

"How dare you, the scum of the old era, clamor for a new job!"

His eyes suddenly erupted with a frightening light, his clothes bulged and made a hunting sound. Qi Xiu suddenly clasped his palms together, and at the back of his spine, a dazzling infinite golden light accompanied by the dragon's roar that penetrated the sky, dominated the four poles. Eight deserts.

"Tie the Dragon! Take them all for me!"

hold head high--

This was the first time that Qi Xiu tried his best to revive the dragon-binding rope.

In an instant, a giant dragon with dazzling golden light roared proudly through the sky like the master of heaven and earth.

This golden dragon has a majestic figure and gleaming dragon scales. Each piece contains endless dragon power. Its power is so strong that it makes the void tremble and fragment.

Above the sky, those originally turbulent and rotating colorful vortexes seemed to be frozen in time under the power of the golden dragon, solidifying in the air, losing their former agility.

Those gods who tried to escape with the help of the whirlpool felt the unrivaled power of the dragon and were all trembling with fear.

Even though they were once gods with endless magical powers.

But facing the Dragon Court Treasure of the True Dragon Clan, he did not dare to show any intention of confrontation.

The golden dragon roared loudly, and its body stretching across the endless mountains and rivers suddenly rolled, and in an instant it locked and tied up all the divine sources in front of it.

"Cough cough..."

Covering his mouth and coughing twice, Qi Xiu printed a bright red ball on his palm.

Before he reached the Taoist realm, he used all his strength to activate the dragon-binding rope that is the most precious treasure of the Dragon Court. If he hadn't cultivated the Hunyuan Ten Thousand Magic Immortal Body, this round of backlash alone would have been enough to make him seriously injured and on the verge of death.

"The progress is going to be accelerated."

The blood on his hands evaporated, Qi Xiu took a step forward, and his figure suddenly turned into countless clouds and mist, then left the space where the source of the gods was sealed, and returned to the endless God Burial Valley.

As soon as he appeared, Qi Xiu's eyes moved. In the distance, a figure covered in blood was struggling to fight a bloody battle with a figure riding a white horse, holding a spear, and with countless thunder flowing around its body. Sure enough, they were all transformed.

Qi Xiu's expression darkened when he noticed the extremely strong smell of divine corpse in the void.

The figure riding a white horse in front of him, raising his hands and feet, accompanied by thunder, is also a divine corpse. Judging from its burst of divine power, it must have been the god who controlled thunder during his lifetime.

"Damn it! Why did these divine corpses suddenly transform into corpses!"

A hundred miles in radius was shrouded in the increasingly fierce aura of killing, turning into a forbidden land. Sun Changqing, the genius of the Military God Sect, had a red-gold color on his skin, exuding an aura of indestructibility.

Rumble!
They collided brazenly with the divine corpse. The moment the two of them fought, the entire void exploded, and the light was distorted to the extreme.

The space in all directions turned into a paste-like sticky state, filled with primitive but terrifying terrifying power. The ground was forcibly sunk hundreds of meters, turning into a huge sinkhole with a diameter of a hundred miles.

puff!
Sun Changqing raised his arms, intending to block the attack of this divine corpse, but the big gun that looked like a condensed thunder suddenly accelerated in an instant, caught him off guard, and suddenly penetrated his chest.

The surging thunder power suddenly exploded, and Sun Changqing's body suddenly exploded with countless cracks bursting with light.

The whole person seemed to be about to explode.

too strong!
Sun Changqing's heart was heavy as he forced his self-rotating spiritual body to heal his body.

The power of the divine corpse is very powerful. Although it has not yet reached the Dao body state, it is obviously superior to the blood-stained state.

After several fights, he could clearly feel the heavy pressure coming down on him.

If time drags on for too long.

He must die!
Struggling to get rid of another spear blow from the thunder god in front of him, Sun Changqing's eyes moved slightly and he quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for an opportunity to escape.

But just when he moved slightly, preparing to evacuate first.

Another divine corpse suddenly arrives!
This is a body covered in muscles, as if made of divine iron and fairy gold. It is a terrifying existence that can crush the void to create ferocious cracks just by relying on its physical strength.

dead!
Opening its mouth and letting out a silent roar, this terrifying corpse was struck down with a single punch!
For an instant.

Sun Changqing felt that he was not facing a god, but an ancient sacred mountain that towered into the clouds and had stood for countless years. The endless burst of turbulence caused the void to twist into a mass of paste in an instant!
Finished!

Seeing the punch fall, Sun Changqing felt cold all over and had only one thought in his mind.

If this punch falls, he will definitely die!
Even after he was hit by this punch, the image of Peiran Moyu's domineering pure power burst out in his mind, and his internal organs, muscles, bones, and even his soul were crushed to pieces in an instant.

boom--

He closed his eyes helplessly, and the sudden burst of force made Sun Changqing's robes squeak.

"During the battle, with eyes tightly closed, are all the disciples of the Military God Sect so courageous?"

The expected death did not come, and Sun Changqing opened his eyes in surprise.

He saw a young Taoist wearing a plain white Taoist robe and standing tall and tall standing in front of him, with a pair of colorful eyes flowing, and his long and powerful hands holding down the fist of the terrifying corpse.

"You are……"

Sun Changqing looked shocked.

Even though he was surprised when the young Taoist arrived, he didn't notice it at all.

I was also shocked that this person could take the blow from this divine corpse so lightly!
"Members of the Shenxiao Sect, please practice together.

Fellow Taoist, this is not the time for chatting, just hit this thing between the eyebrows of the divine corpse to subdue it. "

With a backhand palm, he knocked back the divine corpse in front of him. Qi Xiu sent a piece of magical broken iron into Sun Changqing's hand with a flick of his finger.

"it is good!"

He was also a happy person. Faced with Qi Xiu who had saved his life just a moment ago, Sun Changqing didn't say any nonsense. He took the magical broken iron and rushed towards the thunder god again.

With the magical broken iron in hand.

The God of Thunder became visibly sluggish, and Sun Changqing was slightly surprised when he saw this. This seemingly inconspicuous piece of iron had such a miraculous effect and could restrain the transformed divine corpse.

Under the suppression of the magical broken iron, Sun Changqing immediately reversed the situation.

He was originally the genius of the Junshen Sect's generation.

The physical body is polished to be unparalleled and powerful, and it is also an existence that has once resisted the bombardment of the Tao body. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to fight with this thunder god for so long.

The martial arts magic unfolded suddenly, bombarding the thunder god in front of him like a violent storm.

He turned over and smashed the Thunder God's arm with his heavy elbow. Sun Changqing's eyes were focused, and his muscles were tense, like an eternal volcano that had been accumulated to the extreme, and crashed into it with a roar.

It's like the sky and the earth collide, and the stars and rivers shake.

In a thousandth of an instant, Sun Changqing summoned all his strength and blasted the magical broken iron in his hand directly into the forehead of the God of Thunder!

The magical broken iron nail penetrates the eyebrow!

The thunder god who had just turned the world upside down and torn apart the sky seemed to have had all his strength drained away and fell straight to the ground.

"Won?"

Panting heavily to restore the smashed skull, Sun Changqing looked at the thunder god who was shaking slightly on the ground but could no longer stand up. His expression changed and he immediately turned to look at the young Taoist.

Compared to Sun Changqing, who managed to pin the Thunder God with the risk of his head being exploded.

The terrifying divine corpse that had almost killed him with one punch just now was clasped on the forehead by the young Taoist with one hand, and a simple and simple mark was deeply imprinted on the forehead.

Without the divine source, although these divine corpses have transformed into corpses, their strength is only between the blood-stained realm and the Tao body realm.

It's not too strenuous to deal with it.

Before seeing the divine corpse, Qi Xiu was a little worried about the strength of the transformed divine corpse.

After all, they all had gods before them.

But now it seems that the fusion of divine sources is missing.

The divine corpse can only fight with its physical body and instinct, and its strength has not exceeded much.

"Go back. Go back and tell your headmaster that the sword in the God Burial Valley has been taken away. Maybe... something big is going to happen."

The Sword of Zhengu flew away, and many rules of God Burial Valley were broken.

Entrances and exits that would have taken a year to reopen have also reappeared.

Listening to Qi Xiu's words, although Sun Changqing was a little puzzled, he vaguely felt the deep meaning contained in them.

This time, demons and evil cultivators appeared inexplicably in the God Burial Valley.

The divine corpses that had been dead for many years suddenly transformed into corpses.

Each one of these seems to be an omen.

An unspeakable storm is growing stronger and raging towards the human race.

"Sun has made a note of the life-saving grace he received today, and will repay him generously in the future."

He nodded silently. After experiencing the fight with the divine corpse just now, and even nearly losing his life, Sun Changqing did have the intention to quit.

He is not an old monk at the end of his life.

If you insist on staying here, the risks and rewards are no longer proportional.

Coupled with Qi Xiu's reminder and instructions, he also felt that it was more important to return to Junshen Sect and tell the leader the news than to stay here.

After cupping his fists and cupping his hands at Qi Xiu, Sun Changqing turned around and left through the air.

Watching the disciple of the Military God Sect leave, Qi Xiu used the Hunyuan Absorbing Star to suck up the captured terrifying corpse while taking out the dark yellow paper he had previously obtained from the Sky Demon.

Using the method of painting the skin of the sky demon, he transformed into five clones of himself at once.

Qi Xiu divided the magical broken iron accumulated in his hand into six parts.

"It's time to clear the place."

……

(End of this chapter)