I have 99 innate treasures

Chapter 192 Execution! (minor repair)
The sudden change made the well-informed Shi Shan and Ming Hai couple feel unexpected. In just a moment of confusion, they saw that Cang Hai Patriarch's escaping light was almost out of their perception.

"Don't leave, old dog!"

The old demon from Corpse Mountain, whose eyes were splitting, fell into a rage. After shouting loudly, he turned into a black beam of light and shot straight into the sky, chasing Ancestor Canghai closely.

Seeing his furious look, everyone present shuddered.

Xiaoyao Sanren and Drunkard, who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, secretly murmured bitterly.

Although they are not good people, even...if the roles were changed, any one of them would make the same choice as the Canghai Patriarch if they encountered this kind of thing.

With the innate treasure in hand, who cares about fellow Taoists and disciples?

But when they were the ones who were betrayed, the two of them felt a little uncomfortable.

"Let the old guy remember this for now, and we'll go find him later to settle the score!"

Xiaoyaosanren thought so and took the opportunity to leave.

After the alms bowl reached the sky above the black hemispherical mask, it immediately fell down!

Out of curiosity, the old Taoist holding a fly whisk no longer had the usual kindness and kindness on his face. Under the crisis of life and death, he could no longer pretend to be a Taoist master. The essence is clear at a glance.

Grandma Minghai was a little surprised that a battle of Minghai was blocked by the two of them, but the stern look in her eyes was even more powerful with the help of the sneer.

As soon as Canghai Patriarch's two horrified Yuanshen-stage disciples came into contact with the light shield, they turned into a pool of extremely foul-smelling blood like the most fragile mortals in an instant.

"Shh-"

If he was not careful, the two pools of blood from the Yuanshen monks next to him would be the fate of him and the drunkard Taoist.

With a soft sound when the whisk was swung, the light mask that was pressing closer finally stopped shrinking.

When the two Yuan Shen stage disciples of Canghai Patriarch heard these words and saw the black hemispherical light shield that seemed to be condensed from black clouds and mist, cutting off their escape routes in any direction, they suddenly became frightened.

The drunkard Taoist beside him also turned around and wanted to leave.

While explaining to the drunkard Taoist, Xiaoyao Sanren finally understood the origin of the title Minghai Granny.

Xiaoyaosanren glanced at him with a solemn look on his face.

"You have some moral integrity, no wonder you dare to follow that old dog out to show off his evil deeds!"

"The old dog in the sea will definitely be dead today, but you can't even think of escaping."

When the drunkard Taoist saw this, his expression changed even more with shock.

She held a black alms bowl in her hand, and the murderous aura in her eyes overflowed, "Since you dare to imitate others in robbing treasures, you deserve this fate!"

"How can it still corrode the magic weapon?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw out the alms bowl.

"What the hell is this?!"

Upon seeing this, the drunkard Taoist who had always been nervous immediately relaxed and exhaled a filthy breath.

When Xiaoyao Sanren saw this, his eyes suddenly narrowed, his expression full of fear.

Xiaoyaosanren and Drunkard Taoist wanted to break through the black light barrier, but before they could make any move, they saw Granny Minghai gently shaking the alms bowl in her hand.

But although the whisk resisted the pressing force of the light mask, the tip of the whisk seemed to be ignited for a moment, and a little dust fell, making Xiaoyao Sanren immediately feel heartbroken before he had time to be happy.

He raised his hand and flicked it, and the white whisk seemed to be stained with a layer of loess, and also seemed to be stained with some indescribable and strange existence.

The next moment, the black mask began to shrink rapidly.

It was a sparkling blue wine gourd. As soon as it was sacrificed by him, it emitted a gleaming green light, resisting the shrinking light mask.

Although they are both Mahayana monks, after thousands of years of accumulation, the gap between them has already become worlds apart.

After saying that, he saw Xiaoyao Sanren next to him looking up at the light shield, and roared anxiously, "What are you waiting for? I won't be able to hold on any longer!"

"No wonder she is called the Granny of the Sea of ​​Hell... I just don't know how this old woman scooped up a bucket of the Sea of ​​Hell that the monks avoid like a poisonous scorpion, and even managed to control it."

But it could be seen from his gradually turning red face that he was beginning to have some difficulty.

Xiaoyaosanren poured all his spiritual power into the fly whisk before holding the light shield against it again.

In an instant, the stagnant mask once again burst out with unparalleled power!
The green-blue wine gourd, which was already on the verge of collapse, was corroded away in an instant and fell to the ground with a thud.

Although the monks in the Yuanshen stage were far from those in the Mahayana stage, they were not so weak that they could not even put up a slight resistance.

"But it's just a small skill. Today I'm going to show you what real magic power is!"

The yellow light on the whisk was a treasure he had collected with great difficulty.

But after just a few breaths, the green light on the gourd began to flicker and gradually dimmed.

The frightened drunkard Taoist beside him also hurriedly offered his magic weapon at this moment.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the sea water in the underworld. As the saying goes, 'Three inches of rain pour on your head, making you feel weak and soulless.' It's no wonder that 'Lianhua' and 'Fenghua' resisted in succession. If you can’t do it, it turns into a pool of blood.”

Outside the hood, Granny Minghai smiled sinisterly.

As a result, as soon as the two of them made a move, a hemispherical black light shield appeared without warning and enveloped them in an instant.

Until their souls were destroyed, their Yuan Shen stage cultivation did not help them.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted why he had listened to Ancestor Canghai's temptation and came to seek trouble for the old demon of Corpse Mountain and Granny Minghai.

Even if the two of them work together, they can't resist Granny Minghai's extremely weird methods.

……

Ancestor Canghai's reaction speed and escape speed are far beyond those of ordinary people.

When the black beam of light transformed by the old demon from Corpse Mountain soared into the sky, he also arrived at the edge of Luoding Mansion. He was only one step away from flying out of the scope of Luoding Mansion. From then on, the sky was high and the sea was wide.

He even began to think about how to manipulate this treasure in the future to seek the greatest benefit for himself.

As for the so-called disciples and fellow Taoists, he didn't care at all.

They are just tools for the fictitious and the cowardly to use each other.

But at the next moment, a golden curtain suddenly appeared in front of him without warning.

The distance was so close that Canghai Ancestor didn't expect this scene at all and bumped into it.

In an instant, he touched the formation and activated the defense and countermeasure capabilities of the formation itself. The golden thunder and lightning was so dense that it looked like a bright sun from a distance and instantly enveloped him.

"Gengjin Divine Thunder?"

Ancestor Canghai only had time to exclaim. When countless divine thunders gathered together, they were surrounded by the temperature that was enough to sparkle like jade and flow into gold.

At the same time, the most violent thunder and lightning also erupted. Even if he had advanced cultivation and spiritual protection, his scalp was numbed by the densely packed Gengjin God Thunder and Lightning that were traveling around at this moment. The scorching heat made his body smell like burnt.

It was only at this moment that Ancestor Canghai suddenly recalled that he had heard the scolding sound coming from the transmission note of the old demon from Corpse Mountain before.

"Damn it, this Luoding Mansion is blocked!"

After he cursed angrily and rushed out of the Gengjin Divine Thunder with thick black smoke, the roar of the old demon from Corpse Mountain came closer and closer.

"Old dog, return my pagoda!"

The next moment the fierce shouting came, countless gloomy ghosts loomed over the sky!

At a glance, the sky and the earth are full of ghosts. Their faces are ferocious, their teeth are bared, and their eyes are full of coldness.

This is exactly the most powerful magic weapon from which the old demon of Corpse Mountain was so powerful thousands of years ago that it got its name from a certain era.

In order to refine this treasure, the innocent mortals and monks who were buried in the hands of the old devil and his wife were more than a mountain of corpses, and the blood and resentment gathered together to form more than a sea of ​​darkness.

After Canghai Patriarch saw those ghostly figures, his scalp felt numb even though he was still far away.

He subconsciously wanted to use the innate treasure in his hand to defend himself, but suddenly he remembered his experience of getting it by accident.

No monk who could reach this point was stupid, and he immediately figured out the reason.

If you want to use this golden pagoda, there must be restrictions!

At the critical moment, he casually stuffed the pagoda into his arms, flicked his fingers on his waist, and a huge purple-black paper umbrella appeared out of thin air, opened above his head, spun faintly, released a cold whirlwind, and came to him with fangs and claws. The ghost is crushed.

If he dares to cause trouble for Corpse Mountain Minghai and his wife, Canghai Patriarch's skills cannot be faked.

This paper umbrella is not only capable of attacking and defending, but also contains countless murderous intentions.

Ancestor Canghai relied on this magic weapon three hundred years ago to fight one against three, and killed two of them, helping him escape unscathed.

Now hundreds of years have passed, the lavender umbrella cover and the umbrella ribs have become one, and they are both a dark purple that is almost dark. The power is even more powerful than before. In just a few breaths, tens of millions of people will die. The dead souls are blocked out.

This should be a good thing that should make people feel relieved, but Patriarch Canghai felt nervous for no reason.

He noticed something was wrong.

Although the old demon of Corpse Mountain has been serving as a worshiper in Dayu for many years and has little experience in making attacks, he should not be of this level.

The ghost of Longing seemed so powerful that it even caused the people in Luoding Mansion to run for their lives, but this was by no means the true strength of the demon giant.

After thinking about it, Patriarch Canghai quickly channeled his spiritual power into his eyes and looked carefully.

Only then did I realize that although the Ten Thousand Demons Soul-Restraining Banner was shaking fiercely and the innocent souls rushing out were like huge waves, there were very few master ghosts with real cultivation. Occasionally, there were one or two wandering far away, and they would be easily touched by the slightest touch. Pull away.

"No! This is a feint attack! The real killing move is not here!"

Ancestor Canghai was stunned and instantly understood the true intention of the corpse mountain old demon.

Sure enough, at the moment when he was distracted to resist, the other hand of the corpse mountain old demon suddenly lit up with a soft golden light.

In a daze, Patriarch Canghai discovered that the golden light was actually an ordinary piece of crumpled paper.

The reason why it was used by the old demon of Corpse Mountain as a means of suppressing the bottom of the box was because on that piece of paper, there was also written the word "kill" with flying phoenixes.

"Damn it, Emperor Yu's words?!"

The moment Patriarch Canghai saw that word, he immediately knew that it was a word written by Emperor Yu himself.

In an instant, his three souls and seven souls were almost scared out of his body.

Ancestor Canghai, who has never known fear in the world, now has the urge to abandon his treasure and run away.

But the corner of the corpse mountain old demon's mouth curled up into a sinister smile, leaving no room for regret for the Canghai ancestor.

I saw him throwing the piece of paper forward. When the paper fluttered lightly in the wind, the word "Zhu" also turned into a dazzling golden light rising into the sky.

In a daze, Patriarch Canghai seemed to hear Emperor Yu's words of "Execute!" with Tianxian's cold drink in his mouth! '.

In just an instant, the clear sky turned extremely gloomy. Dark clouds quickly piled up and pressed toward the ground. The rumble of thunder also sounded immediately.

All these changes happened in just a few breaths.

The speed is incredibly fast, as if the world has been accelerated!
When the ancestor of Canghai recovered from these changes, thunder and lightning that could not be caught by the naked eye or even spiritual consciousness had already shone with white light in the sea of ​​ink clouds.

"Oops!"

Ancestor Canghai became panicked after seeing the huge change in the sky.

Today, when the world is dominated by humans, Emperor Yu is the contemporary human emperor. Even if he does not say it himself, just a simple word can cause incredible power.

At this moment, a bolt of white thunder suddenly crossed the gap between heaven and earth in an instant and struck at Canghai Ancestor.

By the time Patriarch Canghai discovered it, it was already too late.

With just a "bang" sound, a hole the size of a bowl was blown out of the Canghai Paper Umbrella, and this integrated magic weapon was immediately severely damaged.

Ancestor Canghai, whose life had long depended on it, suffered heavy damage immediately, but the thunder and lightning did not dissipate, but continued to hit Ancestor Canghai's body.

After being hit by a thunderbolt, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of black-red blood, and his face turned pale for a while.

"This must not have been written by Emperor Yu himself!"

"Or...there's something fishy about this word!"

"Otherwise, the ancestor would not be alive!"

When he was thinking about this quickly, there was another roar in the sky.

Ancestor Canghai, who knew that he was on the verge of life and death, turned into an afterimage the moment he heard the thunder, narrowly escaping the killing blow of the thunder.

The old demon from Corpse Mountain raised his brows and waved his right hand when he saw Patriarch Canghai using his speed to pull out a series of afterimages in mid-air. They were desperately trying to avoid the figures under the thunder and lightning that penetrated the sky and the earth.

As a result, the Ten Thousand Demons Soul Binding Banner no longer feinted to attack, and hundreds of fierce ghosts, all of whom had great cultivation abilities during their lives, rushed towards the Canghai Ancestor without fear of death.

Their appearance was not to kill the Mahayana demon cultivator, but to delay and cause trouble for him.

If these fierce ghosts were normal, or before the word 'kill' came out, it would be easy to kill them all with Patriarch Canghai's cultivation methods.

But at this moment, there are thunder snakes dancing on the sky, the magic weapon has been destroyed, and there are many evil ghosts blocking it.

Under the attack from the front and back, Patriarch Canghai's heart sank, but the intention to retreat was gone from his eyes.

He knew very well that this was a critical moment of life and death, and he had no way out. He could only fight head-on and survive in death.

After thinking of this, he gritted his teeth suddenly.

"You made me do this, old dog! Try this!"

(End of this chapter)