Shushan magic door authentic

Chapter 31
The little man in Tiangan Mountain is pretty good. According to common sense, the nine-day gang wind represents chilling, and its nature is gold, which can kill all living beings.It contains a strong righteousness, no matter how powerful monsters and devils can't stand it, even the Nascent Soul of the Earth Immortal and the Yin God of the Ghost King, when blown by the strong wind, they will instantly disintegrate and lose their minds. broken.

The talisman he cast with dry heavenly energy can suppress all gods, souls and bodies, and gods and demons can also be sealed.

However, the gods and demons made by cultivating blood nerves and using one's own soul are far from comparable to those made by ordinary magic. If he was a few years ago, when Fu Zeyang was still at the upper level, although he could break through the seal, he still had to At least a hundred days of work.

The current Fu Zeyang, using blood to refine qi and qi to refine spirit, is almost perfect in form and spirit, his whole body turns into a bloody light, his five fingers shoot out ten magic lights, and the dry sky talisman is scattered when it is washed.

The little man in Tiangan Mountain thought that the overall situation was settled. Although he lost his body, the devil threw himself into a trap and was sealed in his body. He can directly take this "flesh body magic prison" to meet the real Changmei, without using Zhenshan's treasure.

The Heavenly Stellar Orb is a precious treasure accumulated by their ancestors for several generations. Although it can be used to gather dry Tiangang Qi and restore it into a precious pearl, there will inevitably be waste in the process, and the power is not as good as one time.He felt sorry for the treasure, and was trying to recall it when he suddenly noticed that the talisman that had penetrated into his body was shattered, followed by a burst of red light from his eyes. In an instant, he felt that the sky and the earth were blood-red, and his mind was dizzy, and he had no more thoughts...

Fu Zeyang swallowed the boy's primordial spirit from Tiangan Mountain, practiced his profound arts silently, and felt streams of pure celestial energy spreading in his body, like waves rippling, extremely comfortable.This feeling is more comfortable than eating any elixir, and it makes people enjoy sinking.

"I didn't want to kill you, but you wanted to die!" Fu Zeyang said to the body that fell on the ground.

The eighteen celestial beads in the air lost control, flying and bumping randomly, and the agitated sky and earth were in chaos.

The explosion power of this thing is stronger than the atomic bombs of the later generations. As long as the two collide together, Long Night Island will be destroyed.Fu Zeyang plunged into the boy's body in Tianganshan, stood up again, checked his Qiankun bag, and found a bag in which Qi machine and Tiangang beads were seduced, it was supposed to be a Tiangan bag specially used to hold precious orbs.

He picked up the bag to collect the Tianzhu beads. Although he didn't know how to use them, the two treasures were equivalent to fairy swords and scabbards. Just like a child's Oedipus, it automatically flies into the bag, a total of eighteen pieces, one is not a lot.

After receiving the Tiangang Pearl, Fu Zeyang saw that there were more than ten magic weapons on the little boy in Tiangan Mountain, each of which was an extremely powerful fairy family treasure, and the big bow was even more powerful, and it was not sacrificed by Qiantian Zhenqi. From the traces of refining, it is not difficult to see that it was newly acquired by the boy in Tiangan Mountain, and has not yet been sacrificed.

Although this battle was very fruitful, Fu Zeyang was not happy. Master Changmei had already calculated that there was a second person in the world who was cultivating blood nerves, and Deng Yin was sealed again, so he was completely free to look for himself.That old man with long eyebrows is really powerful, he can even count that he is in the North Pole and has turned around for a lifetime.Nowadays, the name of the "Zang Kong Patriarch" has many ghosts and loose cultivator legends. If Changmei comes to Beihai again, based on the time of his arrival, he will definitely find him soon!
Facing the long-browed old demon, even if I kill ten more Tianganshan boys and get their magic weapons to arm myself to the teeth, there is still no chance of winning, let alone the chance of winning, and there is no hope of surviving, and I will definitely be beaten in the end. God is gone.

In the end how to do it?

Fu Zeyang walked back and saw a beautiful young man sitting under the durian tree, his eyes were slightly closed, his expression was peaceful, his heart skipped a beat, and then he realized that it was his body.

Body!He touched his face and immediately had a plan.

Fu Zeyang picked up his own body, carefully put it into the Qiankun bag, put away the Beiming umbrella, removed the formation, found out all the traces of himself and the little male Taoist, and took off all the ripe dandelions, and then left Long Night Isle.

When he came out of Changye Island, he didn't go back directly to Sinking Sky Island, but went to Tiangan Mountain Sanlian Palace first.

"The real man is back!" The young men serving in the palace saw him and saluted one after another.

His eldest disciple, Shi Zhentong, who is currently his only apprentice, hurried over to kowtow to him: "Master!"

Shi Zhentong was taken by him when he went to Zhongtu last time. He was an abandoned orphan. He is only 13 years old this year. He is mature and intelligent. He practiced hard, Tianganshan boy loved him very much, he was called master and apprentice, he was actually father and son, and he had already made up his mind to let him be his successor.

Fu Zeyang didn't know much about the way their master and apprentice get along, he talked too much and made mistakes, he didn't dare to exchange pleasantries, his brows were furrowed and he walked in, it was the first time Shi Zhentong saw his master like this, so he hurried over.

Fu Zeyang led him into a large hall, and said to the attendants, "You all go out!"

Shi Zhentong saw that the master had something to say to him, closed the door after the waiters had gone out, then poured a cup of tea and brought it over: "Master, please have some tea."

Fu Zeyang didn't drink tea, and called him closer: "Shi Zhentong, I have always regarded you as the future head of our sect."

Shi Zhentong was very serious when he heard this, and quickly knelt down on his knees: "Master loves you wrongly, Tong'er is ashamed to be it."

Fu Zeyang groped his forehead and said to him, "Do you know what I am going out for this time?"

Shi Zhentong nodded and replied: "After the master became immortal, didn't you calculate that the future of our sect is bleak, and there is only one treasure that can keep our sect safe at the junction of the two seas in the northwest. Have you gone out to find the treasure this time?"

Fu Zeyang nodded again and again: "That's right! This time I did get a peerless treasure that countless people have dreamed of for thousands of years. However, I have committed another heinous crime, and an even greater disaster will befall our sect. .”

Shi Zhentong was surprised and said: "Then... what is that thing that is so powerful?"

"Blood nerve!" Fu Zeyang said these three words with a serious expression.

"Blood nerve?" Shi Zhentong has also heard the name of blood nerve, "Isn't that the most evil magic scripture in the Devil's Cult? Master, have you already destroyed it?"

"Destroyed? If he destroys it, our sect will be completely ruined!" Fu Zeyang said firmly, "According to my calculations, the future disasters of our sect can only be earned by relying on this blood nerve There is only one chance of survival, otherwise, all of us will be wiped out physically and spiritually, and there will be no place to die!"

Shi Zhentong didn't know what to do. In his impression, whether it was the master in the past, or the seniors such as Changmei Zhenren, Tiandu, Minghe, etc., they all regarded the blood nerve as a scourge, which is the worst in the world. Terrible things must not be contaminated in the slightest. Now, the master told himself that only this thing can save his sect, which made him very confused.

Fu Zeyang said: "Blood nerve is indeed the most evil cultivation technique in the world. Even many people in the devil's religion are afraid of it, but there is no other way. Apart from it, we have no other way to survive the disaster in the future."

Shi Zhentong asked with difficulty: "Then... Master has practiced the Magic Sutra?"

"No, because I got the magic scripture and touched the secret, and the orthodox people will find out soon." Fu Zeyang suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at Shi Zhentong's eyebrows. Countless bloody figures who are practicing, "My good boy, the future hope of our sect depends on you."

"Master...I..." Shi Zhentong felt his mind was a little messed up, and he shook his head vigorously.

Fu Zeyang grabbed his shoulders, "Listen, I'm about to leave with blood nerves, and then I will be discovered by the orthodox people on purpose, and then I will be beaten to death by them. You have to concentrate on lurking and practice silently This scripture, you must remember that those comrades who made good friends with us in the past will no longer be our friends in the future, but will become our enemies. If they find out that you are cultivating blood nerves, they will never be soft on you. You must remember to protect yourself, and you must wait until you have cultivated your blood nerves to a great success, and help our sect survive that catastrophe. You don't have to ask anyone who killed me, you can't offend any of those people , there is no need to avenge me!"

"Master!" Shi Zhentong's mind was still not very clear, but the truth was revealed, and suddenly his nose was sore, and he cried out.

Fu Zeyang untied the Qiankun bag on his waist and put it in Shizhentong's arms: "This is Master's flying sword, as well as the magic weapon that has been cultivated over the years, our sect's Qianyuan Scripture and the treasure of Zhenshan Tiangang Pearl are also in it , from now on, you will be the lord of the Sanlian Palace, close the door, so that you can practice well, and don't make trouble!"

After he finished speaking, he slapped Shi Zhentong on the forehead, causing Shi Zhentong to fall asleep. He carried Shi Zhentong to the bed, covered the quilt, and checked again. Seeing that there were no flaws, he went out and left.

Shi Zhentong was trapped in a bloody nightmare, surrounded by a piece of red, the endless sea of ​​blood and blood clouds filled the void, and in the sea of ​​clouds, there were countless bloody figures practicing... He walked aimlessly, Crying and calling for Master.

Finally, his master appeared, with a disheveled expression, disheveled hair, and blood all over his body. He also cried and said to him, "Tong'er, please don't avenge me. Be careful of the real people with long eyebrows, be careful of Buddhist monks, and be careful of the Emei sect..." Before finishing speaking, it melted and disappeared in the blood mist.

Shi Zhentong woke up from the dream with a loud cry, hurried down to the ground, and summoned the palace servants: "Have you seen my master?"

The palace man replied: "The palace lord has already left. He seemed to be in a hurry. Before he left, he called us together and said that he will be away for a long time. You will take over the position of palace lord and take charge of Tiangan Mountain."

Shi Zhentong sat down on the steps, hugged Master's Qiankun bag and burst into tears. He faintly felt that he would never see Master again, and he was alone again from then on.

(End of the third volume of The Long Night Frozen)
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