Mysterious blood boils

"Crack, crack!" Amid the earth-shattering lightning, the Zijin Skull flew through the air and landed tens of thousands of meters away from Xuanyuanpeng. Its scarlet eyes, like two will-o'-the-wisps, stared at him ferociously. Contains terrifying murderous intent and evil spirit! "Boy, Patriarch, I originally wanted to refine you into a weapon spirit, one of the Nine Immortal Artifacts, to give you a way to survive. You are courting death yourself, so don't blame Patriarch for me!"

"Huh, what you said is better than what you sing. You were once a fallen immortal, how could you covet the treasures of the younger generation and kill the human race of the younger generation?" Xuanyuan Peng asked with a sneer without fear.

"Hahaha, what do you know, the world is not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog! Whoever is the world, who is the universe, whoever is strong, is destined to own everything, and whoever is doomed to be domineering. Immortals must plunder all the treasures in the world to be able to Occupying poor resources, cultivating to become a fairy, just being a good person and doing good deeds, how can you become a fairy and a Buddha if you don't have poor training resources?" Zijin Skeleton said loudly!

"What a benevolent world, who regards everything as a humble dog! What a man who occupies poor resources and can cultivate into an immortal!" Xuanyuanpeng laughed: "In this case, you can be regarded as a rare and rare semi-immortal material. I will occupy you, and use you as a stepping stone to promote cultivation power!"

"Bold, junior, who do you think you are, to speak out loudly and want to suppress this ancestor? Just relying on your demon scythe Dao soldier who can barely erupt by burning huge energy? Pooh, it's too bad! Far away!" Zijin Skull sneered like a "tide", its soul fire.It looks like a cave world, containing terrifying and unimaginable spiritual energy!Mysterious Blood Boiling 693

"Let you taste the howling of the undead!" The purple-gold skull raised its claws, and suddenly, countless bone skeletons drilled out of the vast land, and together with him, they suddenly roared: "Wow!..."

With this roar, I don't know how many sound waves condensed, like a vast ocean, like a sea.He rushed towards Xuanyuanpeng exhaustedly, and he clearly saw that the rolling sound waves condensed into a tidal blade, which was a blade made of pure spiritual energy, which could penetrate the mana shield and attack directly The origin of the human soul...

In all directions, poor spirits swept like waves of evil!

"Pangu is the only Taoist!" Xuanyuanpeng let out a long cry, and quickly performed this holy technique.From his mind, a circle of rich steel-like blue light burst out suddenly.Guard his head firmly.

At the same time, he shook his big hand, which contained billowing spiritual energy, turned into a raging wave, and swept it out crazily. This was his first time fighting a creature with pure spiritual energy.The skeleton is an undead soul. Its mana is not very powerful, but it is the soul power that has been cultivated for many years.Scary scary!

"Crackling, crackling!..." The fierce mental storm collided fiercely, as if the sky was trembling and the ground was shaking. This was the violent mental fluctuation caused by the huge shock wave in the soul world...

"Undead Fist - Fall!" The purple-gold skull's eyes suddenly shot up.His torrential mental energy seemed to be sweeping out like a torrential rain!

"Boom!" Xuanyuan Peng felt his feet go limp, and the soil under his feet suddenly turned into mud.Swamps, deep pools, exhausted grievances of undead, entangled his legs like a fountain, dragging him violently, trying to drag him into the bottomless abyss of undead forcibly, his eyes looked down, densely packed An unknown number of billions of undead with misty faces screamed at him miserably and horribly...

The ground under his feet turned into a mire of depravity, and the billowing resentment was like a chain of gods, wrapping around his waist and legs, violently causing him to sink inch by inch.

"I am the master of fate, I am above fate!" Xuanyuanpeng was in a hurry, and suddenly remembered the sacred art of the master of fate, Pan Gu's only way, he has not yet comprehended the method of attack, he can only explode It is a defensive "sex" move, and fate dominates the way, which is a spiritual holy art that combines offense and defense!

"Buzz!" A tumbling torrent of fate flowed swiftly under his feet. The depraved spirit condensed by the poor undead was like ice and snow meeting a sea of ​​fire, smelting and refining into ashes, rolling undead , screaming in horror, struggling and screaming in the torrent of fate...

"Fate dominates everything, and no one can stop the great wheel of fate. Those who have died cannot be reborn, and those who have once been brilliant must fall!" Xuanyuanpeng stepped on the magnificent torrent of fate and recited the holy formula, just like fate God, without a trace of depravity, is above the abyss of the undead...

"It's miserable, it's miserable, it's miserable..." The tide of undead was washed and melted by the terrifying torrent of fate. Swept and contaminated by the water of destiny, it is like snow lions being turned into ashes in an instant when they are caught in a fire. They screamed and struggled terribly in fright, but the poor undead, like ants rolling around, fell into a terrible In the torrent of fate, no matter how hard they struggle, they cannot escape the end of being wiped out...

"Ah, he is an oriental cultivator, why does he possess terrible western divine arts?" The purple-gold skeleton's two waterfall-like eye flames suddenly shrank, shocking unbelievably!

"Forgive me, Lord of Destiny, forgive me... As long as you spare us and let us continue to sleep, we will never dare to fight against you again..." In the bottomless abyss of undead, there are countless undead, desperate Roaring, they witnessed layers of undead being killed by the rolling water of fate, they didn't want to die...

"Under the great wheel of fate, be irresistible, open your soul, pray to me, respect me, and believe in me, only then will I erase your side sins and let you step into a round of life cycle, otherwise, you will be forever It's a mass of resentment, an undead..." Xuanyuan Peng looked down at the poor undead in the abyss of undead indifferently, and after being scoured by the torrent of fate, he suddenly understood that these poor undead were all fallen lives in the battle of ancient gods. Endless resentment, immortal soul, not falling into the cycle of life, becoming an evil life...

Cultivating destiny to rule the Tao requires a huge belief in life. Undead is also a form of life. If you can wash away the sins of undead and bring them into a cycle of life, this is a huge merit and virtue. The energy of faith can also make his destiny dominate the Tao, and he can enter a kind of secret level.

However, the belief of the undead is a "one-time" belief. When they fall into the cycle of life, the undead will no longer exist!

The undead have poor longevity, and they don't want to fall into the cycle of life. However, the torrent of fate is mighty. Those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish. If you don't believe in the god of fate, you will be wiped out by the torrent of fate immediately rush ahead!Although the most powerful purple-gold skeleton is quite powerful, it has no way to stop this huge torrent that dominates fate!Mysterious Blood Boiling 693

"Lord, humble undead like me, I am willing to believe in You, believe in You sincerely and wholeheartedly, I am willing to eliminate sins and return to reincarnation under Your guidance! Lord, bless me!" One by one, the undead , as long as they have faith in their hearts, this sentence will naturally appear in their minds. They are chanting anxiously, and their voices gradually become denser and higher...

The souls of the undead who did not recite the mantra of faith, and those who duplicity, were melted into ashes by the torrent of fate, while the undead who recited sincerely and opened their souls to accept the baptism of the torrent of fate, were floating in the long river of fate. Float, and have not been refined.In the face of the hard facts, the undead of the lower levels hurriedly opened their souls and recited the mantra of faith...

Immediately, above the abyss of the undead, in the long river of fate, strands of belief power floated up and flew towards Xuanyuanpeng, penetrating into his body from his pores. getting denser...

"No, you are an evil human race, you should not appear in the mysterious world, you are an undercover agent in the Western God Realm, you are the eyeliner of the Western Gods... In the name of the God of the Underworld, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I curse You—death!" Zijin Skull's eyes spit out hatred, and suddenly roared, chanting a terrifying half-immortal curse...

Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of a kind of cursed air to blast into Xuanyuanpeng's body!

"Uh!..." Xuanyuan Peng trembled as if struck by a thunderstorm, and a fountain-like cursed energy erupted from his pores...

"Hahaha, hahaha, kid, you're dead!" Zijin Skull grinned ecstatically. The half-immortal curse was the powerful death energy he condensed, and the mental attack he roared out was a half-immortal-level death. Curse, how could a boy named Xuanxiu bear it?

"...Ah, ah, ah..." Xuanyuan Peng was trembling all over, and the exhausted devilish energy of death spewed out from his body, as if his body had become an abyss of death, but on his face, Instead of being surprised, he was overjoyed, his eyes flickered with ecstasy: "Ah, what a powerful nourishing energy, how violent..."

"The secret realm of good fortune, the evolution is real, and everything in the universe can be calculated!" Xuanyuan Peng endured the impact of the tumbling energy of faith and death energy, and the peak level of his secret realm of good fortune was broken through. In the sky above his head, a huge, nebula-like vortex is sunken, and within the vortex, there are endless deduction rules, the holy aura of heavenly secrets...

"Ah!" Xuanyuanpeng punched the sky, and there was a cracking sound. The huge vortex galaxy was shattered by his fist, and the poor deduction law and the holy light of heaven fell towards him like a waterfall, and he slammed it in his mouth. Zhang suddenly swallowed the sea of ​​pills in his belly one mouthful after another...to be continued.If you like this work, welcome to the starting point (. Vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)