Taishang patriarch crawled out of the tomb

Chapter 19 Catastrophe is also good fortune
A dark cloud covered the full moon at some point, and the sky and the earth were full of darkness.

In the marrow washing hall.

The lights are flickering, the wind is raging, and the red drizzle is blowing, and the strange and ominous atmosphere is permeating.

It was as if the gates of hell had opened.

Above the main hall, Yang Heng turned into a red-haired monster, motionless, his life and death unknown.

Su Xiaolu screamed in horror.

On the square outside the main hall, the second senior brother Wei Chungui who was sharpening his knife heard Su Xiaolu's screams in the main hall, and was shocked.

"Damn it, is the old devil bullying Junior Sister!"

He rushed towards the Hall of Marrow Washing with a knife in hand, and pushed open the door of the hall, but it seemed as if he had pushed open the gate of the Nether Hell.

The angry expression on his face suddenly turned into a look of horror.

"Red-haired monster, ominous"

His legs went limp with fright.

In the line of sight, the wind is howling, the red drizzle is blowing, the little junior sister Su Xiaolu is squatting under the window, red hair has started to grow on her face and hands, but she can still see her appearance.

And above the main hall, Yang Heng couldn't look directly at it.

It was no longer a human being, but a real red-haired monster, sitting there motionless, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.

His red hair is more than a foot long, densely wriggling, like long red worms breeding and mating.

Terrible, frightening, frightening to look at.

Wei Chungui had long heard that the old devil's head and body were ominously dyed, that he would have seizures at night and grow red hair, but this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.

too frightening.

beyond his imagination.

His Dao heart was trembling, and the hand holding the knife was trembling.

"Second senior brother, save me, save me——!"

Su Xiaolu under the window yelled in horror, but did not dare to move.

Because she felt that the private part of her body was also growing red hair, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

It's very suffocating.

With just a little movement, the red hair seems to grow faster and more.

Wei Chungui heard Su Xiaolu's cry for help, and was about to step into the hall, but the next moment, his arm itched, and when he lowered his eyes, his expression changed drastically.

On his arm, even began to grow red hair.

Visible to the naked eye, the fine red hair was drilled out of his pores, constantly swinging.

"what--"

"Can this ominousness be contagious through the air?!"

Wei Chungui couldn't help screaming, and hurriedly backed out of the hall.

But the red hair on the arm quickly spread along the arm and spread all over the body.

In the blink of an eye, red hair began to grow on his legs, waist, neck, and face, but it was much sparser than Su Xiaolu's.

at the same time.

He felt that his blood and cultivation were being swallowed.

He tried his best to cast all kinds of secret techniques, but none of them could stop the flow of Qi, blood and cultivation base. The cultivation base at the peak of Saint Realm was as fragile as a baby at this moment.

Useless.

His cultivation had dropped from the peak of the saint realm to the middle stage of the saint realm, and the loss of qi and blood made him weak for a while.

At this time, he truly understood why the old devil, a dignified quasi-emperor, would be so miserable.

It's not that the old devil is too weak, but that the ominous red hair is too terrifying.

And under the window in the main hall, Su Xiaolu's cultivation base dropped even faster, her skin darkened, wrinkles appeared on her face, and her hair became dull and dull.

She cried out in horror and despair.

Above the main hall.

Yang Heng was overwhelmed by the sudden ominousness, his red hair soared instantly, and a strange aura overwhelmed him.

Devouring his blood again.

Even the qi and blood marks in the dantian began to become thinner and weaker.

"Who is spreading the ominous news?"

"Where did the red hair come from?"

"Who did you offend before?"

Yang Heng was shocked and angry.

He thought that the immortal hand had completely suppressed the ominous situation, but he did not expect that the ominous omen would reappear at night.

And I feel that this time the coming is more ferocious than before.

At least in the past few decades, there has been no red drizzle, but this time there is.

"The Immortal Hand, Suppress Ominous!"

Yang Heng drank in his heart.

The palms of his hands were hot for a while, and a strange cyan energy permeated his whole body from the hands of Immortal God.

"This energy should be the energy of the immortal hand, which is more advanced than the ancient demon power."

But what surprised Yang Heng was that the red hair didn't fade away immediately after the cyan energy was released by the Immortal Hand, but entangled with each other, forming a strange red energy.

Fighting against the energy of the Immortal Hand.

"Is this an ominous power? It can actually fight against the Immortal Hand!!"

Yang Heng was taken aback.

As he was getting stronger, Hongmao Jixiang seemed to be getting stronger accordingly.

"Om, wow~"

Under his skin, the two energies are fighting back and forth, forming a tug-of-war.

And his physical body became the battlefield of these two energies, being washed back and forth.

Especially the flesh meridians.

The ominous energy is full of destruction and weirdness, it is very domineering and cruel, and wherever it passes, the blood and meridians are all corroded and destroyed.

The energy of the immortal hand flooded up, instantly repairing the meridian of flesh and blood.

Not to be outdone, the ominous energy continues to strike.
Wave after wave.

As the two energies came back and forth, Yang Heng's flesh and blood meridians were destroyed and reshaped. The pain can be imagined.

It is countless times more terrifying than Sword Ling Chi.

And in the main hall, the little apprentice Su Xiaolu was desperate, painful, and crying for help.
"Master, save me, save me, woo woo woo."

Yang Heng struggled to get up, and staggered towards the window of the main hall.

His vision was hazy, and his eye sockets were full of red hair. When he walked, he seemed to be moving like a red-haired monster.

He picked up Su Xiaolu and threw it out the window.

At the same time, the immortal hand slapped Su Xiaolu's buttocks, and the energy of the immortal hand suppressed it.

The red hair on Su Xiaolu's body faded instantly.

She is only affected by ominous, and the red hair is relatively easy to suppress.

"Leave the hall, don't come in!"

Yang Heng shouted with difficulty in a hoarse voice.

The red hair in his mouth wriggled crazily.

"Whoo~"

Su Xiaolu was thrown out of the window by Yang Heng like a yellow butterfly.

vaguely.

Su Xiaolu's moved and sad cry came from outside: "Master——!"

"bang"

She was answered by the heavy slamming of windows closing.

The door of the main hall was also closed by Yang Heng.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he mobilized the qi and blood seals in his dantian, and cooperated with the energy of the Immortal Hand to suppress the ominous red hair.

This is a difficult scene, and it is also a desperate difficulty.

Yang Heng wandered on the verge of death many times, and his consciousness fell into chaos several times. Thanks to the energy of the immortal hand, he was pulled back.

The red-haired auspicious attack was fierce this time, and its power was several times stronger than before.

If he didn't die last time, he must die this time.

This is simply an unsolvable catastrophe!
"Buzz, buzz, buzz"

In his physical body, the red ominous energy and the cyan energy of the immortal hand fought back and forth, like two armies fighting, extremely fierce.

Yang Heng's flesh and blood meridians have been destroyed and reshaped countless times.

This situation is like body training.

But it is more thorough and crazy by any body refining technique.

If Yang Heng is sober, he will be shocked by the strength of his flesh and veins at this moment.

The severe pain came in waves like sea waves, making Yang Heng almost dizzy. His whole body was groggy, his mind was in chaos, and his perception of the outside world was hazy.

I do not know how long it has been.

In a daze, he felt his whole body loosen suddenly, as if the binding rope was broken, and his whole body became limp and weak.

In a trance.

He seemed to hear someone calling him "Great Patriarch, Master" in his ear.

One after another.

The voice was sad and anxious, full of concern.

But Yang Heng was weak and unable to answer. His body seemed to be lifted by someone and placed on the bed. Warm medicine flowed into his mouth to nourish his almost hollowed out body.

He subconsciously untied the only trace of qi and blood left in his dantian, and began to recover his body simultaneously.
(End of this chapter)