Honghuang: I became the younger brother of Our Lady of the Golden Spirit

Chapter 38 Bloodstone Golden Bead
As soon as the words fell, Yu Jiang, who bears the blood of Gong Gong, has already made a move.

"The Grip of Gonggong."

With a deep drink, the real figure of Gonggong above Yu Jiang suddenly became full, and the original simple phantom instantly turned into substance, and a wild, mighty, suppressed, and commanding will was infinitely elevated and gradually became clear.

The weak water rolled up around seemed to be suppressed by nature, and when it rushed into Yu Jiang's body for several feet, all fell to the ground.

It seems that the real Gonggong has come.

After seeing this scene, Chen Yang was also quite shocked.

In terms of this move alone, it is enough to fight against Jinxian.

But when he saw the muttering old wizard beside Yu Jiang, he felt a little relieved.

It turns out that this trick requires the wizard to use his spiritual power to cooperate with the spell, so that he can summon Gong Gong's will to display it.

Zhenxiang stretched out his right hand, and the green snake wrapped around his arm roared loudly. The water vapor that had been pressing towards everyone seemed to be summoned, and gathered towards the palm of Gonggong Zhenxiang. Not long after, a figure appeared in the midair. Crystal clear drops of water vapor.

Where is this suppressing, it is clearly devouring.

That's right, Gonggong's true face opened its mouth and swallowed it.

"Fellow Taoist, what are you waiting for?" The middle-aged man in golden clothes shouted without hesitation.

Almost at the same time as he was shouting, Chen Yang had already started to attack.

Pointing to the right, a yellow cloud seal appeared in front of him. As soon as Fang appeared, there was a yellow wind around his body. Chen Yang recited the mantra silently, and a boundless gust of wind was born. When the mana was transported, the mighty mana was injected into the seal, and then
The situation changes.

A real change of scenery.

The sky that was originally quite clear was instantly shrouded in a layer of haze, and the nine sky-reaching waterspouts surrounding the island also seemed to be wobbling, as if they would disperse at any time.

What surprised the middle-aged man in golden clothes was that the large formation that had lost its source of water vapor was completely defenseless at this time, and the howling and fierce winds rushed towards Chenyang one after another, like moths flying into the flames, throwing themselves into that road. Among the cloud seals, the lines on it gradually became blurred, and one could only feel the boundless gust of wind when looking at it with the divine sense.

Seeing this vision, the middle-aged man in golden clothes no longer had any doubts.

"The seed of Taoism has been refined into a seed of Taoism. This child's talent is so terrifying!"

He has only seen that kind of supernatural power that has turned into clouds and seals in the only golden fairy in the clan, that is, the patriarch.

In other words, only Jinxian can condense this Taoist seed.

Once it is condensed, it does not need to consume much mana to perform Taoism, it only needs to attract the power of heaven and earth.

In other words, although the young man in front of him is a Xuanxian, he already has the means of a golden immortal.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man in golden clothes couldn't help feeling sad. Could this be the terrifying talent of the disciples of Daluo Jinxian's sect?

Originally, he thought that he would be considered invincible among his peers when he got a middle-grade innate spirit treasure, but now under this Taoist seed, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Even the thought that he was about to make the other party feel a little bit when he was taking the treasure just now gradually faded away.

Where do people need him to let him go!

In the blink of an eye, all the source of atmosphere hidden in the formation has been included in Yunzhuan, and the seeds of Taoism refined by Chen Yang are somewhat complete again.

Feng Shui dissipated, and the formation broke itself, revealing the Chaoyang Valley hidden within it.

"Walk."

Almost in an instant, Chen Yang turned into a breeze and came to the valley.

There is nothing in the valley except for the simple-looking altar in the center with witch patterns engraved on the side.

And Chen Yang's gaze naturally fell on the altar, on which two things were placed side by side.

One is a blood-colored pebble, which reflects a moving red light in the sun, as if it was a natural achievement.

The other was a pale yellow bead the size of a baby's fist.

As soon as his spiritual consciousness sensed it, Chen Yang sensed endless vitality from the beads.

"Is there really something that can restore vitality?" Feeling a little surprised in his heart, the gust of wind transformed by Chen Yang swept away the blood-colored stone and yellow beads.

Although he didn't know what the blood stone was, Yu Jiang of the Wu clan was obviously aiming at this thing, and he wouldn't let it go.

"Let's go." After putting away the two things, Chen Yang went out of the valley.

"Put down the blood stone." Yu Jiang, who had rushed over with all his strength, swept his eyes and found that the altar was empty. When he turned his eyes, he happened to meet Chen Yang who was facing outwards.

But Chen Yang turned a deaf ear to this.

Can I still send out what I have in hand?

Yu Jiang, who was ignored, naturally fell into a rage.

This thing is related to his future path, so he can't let it go.

"Stop him, and take the bloodstone for the young master." Yu Cang, who had been following Yu Jiang's body, shouted loudly, and a dozen or so witch masters jumped out behind him, blocking all the way out of the valley.

As soon as the breath dissipated, it turned out that all of them were masters of the perfect realm of true immortals.

"Just because of you, do you want to stop me?" Chen Yang showed his figure when the road ahead was blocked, and chuckled lightly.

"They can't do it, what about me?" Yu Jiang had already stepped forward, facing each other in a deep voice.

"You can give it a try." Chen Yang replied calmly.

"Go." This remark angered the guard Yu Cang.

While speaking, he jumped up and stood in front of Yu Jiang, with a domineering Xuanxian breath, guarding in front of Yu Jiang.

And the old-looking wizard also raised his staff, staring at him, waiting for the opportunity to give Chen Yang a fatal blow with witchcraft.

Affected by this delay, the hundreds of demons who poured into the valley also rushed in. Among them, the one named Lion Head walked out of the crowd and seemed to be the representative of this group of demons.

But the middle-aged man in gold, stepped aside, as if he had no intention of intervening.

"Fellow Taoist, we are waiting for hundreds of immortal families here, so it's not good for you to steal the treasure alone!" Lion Head shouted, with a dignified look: "It's better to hand over the treasure, and we will let you leave safely! "

Chen Yang just squinted at this person, then lowered his eyes.

He really can't be bothered to deal with such things.

"Fellow Daoist Yujiang, the bloodstone has already entered my hands. If you want me to hand it over, you can just exchange it with something of equivalent value."

When he was speaking, he used his second soul to silently observe the mystery of the bloodstone, but what left him speechless was that he could only see that it was a drop of blood, and he could not see anything else, probably only people from the Wu clan Only the correct method can be used.

Pity.

Yu Jiang also guessed Chen Yang's movements, snorted coldly, and said:
"The blood stone was produced by our Wu Clan, and naturally only members of our Witch Clan can use it. It's useless for you to hold it. It's better to hand it over early, so as not to cause a fight and cause casualties. That's not good. "

Although Chen Yang was born under Da Neng's family, as a member of the Wu clan, he is not afraid.

"Then there is nothing to talk about?" Chen Yang smiled.

"Not bad." Yu Jiang looked like "I'm sure of you".

"If that's the case, then you all..." Chen Yang turned his eyes over the hundreds of witches and demons in the realm of true immortals in front of him, and felt his blood temperature rise, gradually warming up, and then burning like a fire.

At the same time, a magnificent heroism of "Though there are thousands of people, I will go" surged in my chest.

"Come on together!"

(End of this chapter)