Cute Scripture of Mountains and Seas

Dao Wuyuan knew that Mei Xue's bloody sword qi just now was very strong, so strong that he paid the price with an arm just for being wiped.

If it is those martial arts practitioners, losing a hand is almost equivalent to cutting off the hope of leading to the gate of the fairy warlock, but Dao Wuyuan is a monk of the Nether Immortal Dao, and he doesn't use his body to fight much.

Losing a hand is a fatal injury in the eyes of ordinary people, but Dao Wuyuan, who was born in the Nether Immortal Dao, has a lot of ways to get a new hand, not guaranteed to be a bone hand, a ghost hand, or something else.

However, he never imagined that his face would become like this just by being brushed by that bloody sword energy.

No, it's not just the face, Dao Wuyuan didn't notice until now that all parts of his body had turned into this kind of bloodshot appearance. If it wasn't for the dao robes with spirit patterns on him, the clothes all over his body might have been covered with blood. Burned out by these blood threads emitting high temperature.

What's even more frightening is that no matter what method he uses, he can't get rid of these high-temperature bloodshots. These bloodshots seem to be a part of his body, connected with his life, and just touching it will make his whole body tingle.

how is this possible! how is this possible! What kind of supernatural power is this, even his majestic Taoist Guizi can't repair it, the Nether Immortal Dao is the strongest immortal way to change the world!

"You...what are you...you dare to turn me into this!" Dao Wuyuan gritted his teeth and looked at Mei Xue, and stretched out his remaining hand to tear up the thing that made him suffer so much tonight. juvenile.

The white clouds dispersed, and Mei Xue's figure disappeared in front of Dao Wuyuan, and then appeared in an open space ten meters away.

Because the burning blood sword in the final stage was interrupted, Mei Xue's body was also not feeling well. The period just now was the most dangerous time for him, under the chaotic Qi and blood, he couldn't even condense the third burning blood sword, he could only cast the cloud and mist technique and floated away from Dao Wuyuan's side.

However, his opponent is obviously not Dao Wuyuan, a well-known genius monk in the Nether Immortal Dao, but the ghost behind Dao Wuyuan.

The index finger of the three fingers of the white-faced ghost shook Mei Xue, and then countless white mist around her suddenly swept from all directions, forming a white cage to lock Mei Xue firmly.

Now Mei Xue is like a bird in a cage, there is no possibility of flying out again.

"Hahaha, well done, you deserve to be my ghost." Dao Wuyuan's ugly grimace twisted unnaturally, revealing a smile that could stop a child from crying at night.

A large amount of blue smoke emanated from his body, which was a sign that the Taoist robe he was wearing could hardly suppress the high temperature on his body surface.

Dao Wuyuan who discovered this became even more violent. He just casually killed an insignificant pawn in the plan. He actually paid such a huge price. It is not enough to describe his regret at the moment.

"Bai Mian, can you help me get rid of these things." Dao Wuyuan tore the blood on his skin, and was about to cry out in pain.

These bloodshots seem to have become a part of his body, and it will hurt when touched, even if it is torn, it will even hurt the heart, even if you do nothing, it will emit a terrible high temperature, making his whole body scald, it is a deadly curse Generally cannot get rid of.

This time, the white-faced ghost shook his head, obviously he was also powerless.

In fact, if it weren't for his strength, Dao Wuyuan would have died hundreds of times already, and every streak of blood is the mark of a death calamity.

If Dao Wuyuan was still human, he would have died hundreds of times.

"Not even you, bastard, what is the origin of this kid!" Dao Wuyuan scratched his face, then trembled all over his body, and found that there seemed to be a new bloodshot.

On the cuff of his right hand, the daoist robe woven with fine silk has already shown signs of scorching. This is a material that can withstand flames of thousands of degrees, but it is overwhelmed by the high temperature emitted by the blood threads on his body. Scorched out.

Something is wrong! It's so wrong, how can a mere commoner have such terrifying supernatural powers, it's just been brushed by the sword qi, what would happen if the sword qi just hit head-on, Dao Wuyuan shuddered just thinking about it.

Looking at Mei Xue imprisoned in the cage of white mist, Dao Wuyuan made the final death announcement:

"No matter what your origin is, you have to die here tonight, but if you tell me about the treatment of these things, I will give you a happy reward."

"Unfortunately, I don't know how to treat it." Looking at Dao Wuyuan who was in a frenzy, Mei Xue sighed and shook her head.

This is the truth. It is the first time he has seen such symptoms when the Burning Blood Sword invades a human body. It seems that the other party used some special method to suppress the erosive power of the Burning Blood Sword in the body. Those blood streaks were removed.

However, this is only a solution to the symptoms, not the root cause. Mei Xue can predict that as the bloodshots on the body surface of the other party become more and more, it will eventually reach a critical point, and finally the whole body will be burned to ashes by the high temperature emitted by the bloodshots. fate.

This is the horror of the Burning Blood Sword, the terrifying supernatural power derived from the power of Qing Xu's bloodline, and the deadly sword energy that Mei Xue herself can't understand.

Hearing Mei Xue's answer, Dao Wuyuan went completely crazy!

"Are you kidding me, tell me the treatment method quickly, or I will start from your hand, chop it up little by little, and eat it."

This is not a threat, Dao Wuyuan has already made up his mind, he must eat Mei Xue tonight, not even a single hair is left.

As for Mei Xue's answer, she stretched out her index finger again.

"Yeah!" Dao Wuyuan, who saw the blood between Mei Xue's index fingers, rolled back like a raped daughter-in-law, out of the locked direction of Mei Xue's index fingers.

The white-faced ghost obviously also knew that Mei Xue's next attack would pose a fatal threat to Dao Wuyuan, so he flashed directly in front of Dao Wuyuan, and stretched out his three fingers to Mei Xue.

Without any hesitation, Mei Xue unleashed today's third and last shot of the Burning Blood Sword.

Gathered to its limit, the burning blood sword pierced through the fog cage that locked Mei Xue like a bamboo, and even tore a sword mark more than ten meters long on the entire ground.

However, this burning blood sword was finally blocked by the three fingers of the white-faced ghost, and by the three different sword qi emanating from those three fingers.

That's right, it was sword qi, which was displayed by the white-faced ghost, and it was the same supernatural power as Mei Xue's sword qi.

Mei Xue's Burning Blood Sword contains the power of the bloodline of Master Qingxu, its essence is the sharp blood light that can burn all the blood and break through the sky.

However, the sword energy shot out from the three fingers of the white-faced ghost has three completely different forces.

The sword aura cast by the index finger is an unparalleled sharp golden sword light, an ominous blade with a murderous aura soaring into the sky.

The sword energy displayed by the middle finger is a vibrant wooden sword light, and the cyan greenness contains the power of metamorphosis.

The sword energy displayed by the ring finger is a continuous stream of sword light, and the blue ripples exude the breath of the sea.

If there is a single sword light, no branch can compete with Mei Xue's burning blood sword, but the combined power of these three sword qi can offset the sharpness of the burning blood sword to its advantage.

After breaking through the three intertwined sword qi, the remaining power of the Burning Blood Sword was less than one hundred, and it couldn't even hurt the body of the white-faced ghost, only a wave appeared on the blurred black body just disappeared.

Afterwards, the white-faced ghost pressed his index finger, and the fog cage that had been torn apart by the Burning Blood Sword was reassembled again, imprisoning Mei Xue tightly in the cage after casting the Burning Blood Sword three times.

Unfathomable, this is the idea that Mei Xue and Dao Wuyuan came to the mind at the same time. The strength displayed by the white-faced ghost can only be described with these four words.

When she was in Santuchuan, Mei Xue had fought against those white-clothed war ghosts, and her impression was that if she was one-on-one, she should not lose. As long as there were no more than three targets, his Burning Blood Sword could explode and defeat the opponent.

But when facing this white-faced ghost, Mei Xue couldn't see any way to defeat him by relying on her own strength. Of course, it wasn't because the Burning Blood Sword was too weak, but because he wasn't strong enough himself.

For him now, every time he casts the Burning Blood Sword, it takes time to recharge his energy, but in his impression, the nine-headed Master of Qingxu can change the color of the situation with a whistling, and let the endless sea of ​​​​blood swallow the world.

Now his Burning Blood Sword is obviously still a thousand miles away from that realm, otherwise he wouldn't be able to use only three swords in one day.

Seeing that Mei Xue was imprisoned again, Dao Wuyuan, who was smoking all over his body, swaggered up to Mei Xue, and issued a final death notice to Mei Xue through the foggy cage.

"See, in the face of absolute strength, a small person like you can only despair. No matter what you do, you can't change your fate."

"This is your burial place. If you tell me how to treat these things, I will barely erect a tombstone for you, so that no one will know when you die."

"Quickly tell me! How can I get rid of these ghost things!" At the end, Dao Wuyuan roared.

"Unfortunately, I have to say no." Mei Xue's eyes became calm, and in his pupils, the face of a lovely girl gradually became clear.

That is his daughter, and also the soul of his ultimate weapon, Netherworld, Mengmeng, and his crystallization.

"No, how dare you say no! White noodles, eat him!" Dao Wuyuan was about to go crazy, and desperately gave the order to eat people to the ghosts he raised.

However, this time, the white-faced ghost did not follow the instructions to eat Mei Xue, but with a flash of its figure, it took the lead in flying back from the edge of the fog cage with Dao Wuyuan in its arms.

Facts have proved that his choice is correct.

"Father, are you ready to use Huang Quan?" In Mei Xue's eyes, the little girl smiled and looked at her father.

"Huang Quan, let's start." Mei Xue took a deep breath, and then pressed her right hand to her forehead.

Through his fingers, he saw a pair of eyes, a pair of blood-red eyes.

That is the evil thing summoned from another world by the Nether Immortal Dao breaking through the barriers of the seas and mountains—the Ghost Emperor.

"Then, synchronize, start!" Amidst Huang Quan's joyful voice and Mei Xue's violent heartbeat, the dark purple giant's body stepped on the land of the seas and mountains.