Dragon and Tiger Taoist

The sky is blood red.

Phew, the shrill and helpless sound of cranes echoed in the void. With the assistance of secret techniques, the power of these two black cranes was already comparable to those monsters that had just broken through six thousand years of cultivation, but this was still difficult to stop Zhang Chunyi. The three monsters entered the demonized state and formed a bloodbath that washed the sky.

Going upstream, the black and white mysterious light became darker and darker, and the figures of the two mysterious cranes were looming. Although they struggled hard, they could not resist the mighty trend. Every moment, their demonic bodies and souls were eroded by the Yuanxia Qi.

Hey, the crane feathers withered, the flesh and blood melted, and at a certain moment, two white bones were left behind. The two monster cranes with 5,900 years of cultivation completely turned into pus in the blood river. They did not cause any waves, but instead contributed to The momentum of the blood river.

This is also the horror of the magical power of Blood Washing the Sky, or one of the characteristics of Yuantu Taoism. Anyone killed by me will eventually become my treasure.

Unless the blood river can be cut off at once, as the killing spreads, even without the blessing of the immortal cultivator, this magical power will only become stronger and stronger until it completely collapses. This is also the transcendence of the prototype of the immortal art of Bloodbath in the Sky. The foundation of general Taoism.

"No!"

Boom, the strings broke. Feeling the death of his two monsters, Minghe's expression changed drastically.

And in the next moment, the blood river poured down, completely submerging Kongming Mountain.

It was at this time that a golden divine light came from the sky, followed by an anxious cry.

"Sect Leader Zhang, please show mercy!"

Hearing this, feeling the fatigue of the three monsters, Zhang Chunyi cast his gaze towards the sky.

Golden fragments of light scattered, and the butterfly demon wandered around, arriving in an instant. After a while, the spiritual thoughts of Zhao Yishui, the head of the Ghost Slaying Department, emerged.

"Sect Master Zhang, everything goes well..."

The spiritual thoughts were condensed and formed, and they came to Zhang Chunyi. Zhao Yishui wanted to say something to dissuade him, but the next moment, his expression froze.

Turning his head and looking at Kongming Mountain, which was submerged in the river of blood, he suddenly lost interest in speaking.

With a rumble, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. Facing the mighty river of blood pouring down, Heyumen's mountain-protecting formation only persisted for a moment, and then was eroded away by the river of blood.

Facing the sweeping river of blood, thousands of monks from the Heyu Sect were helpless. They could only sink in the river of blood and turn into pus. The only thing left behind was scream after scream.

When everything fell silent, the river of blood was stirred up, and the remnant soul of Master Heming and the remains of a pine tree demon with more than five thousand years of cultivation were captured, Zhang Chun waved his hand and dispersed the blood-washing sky magical power.

The sinister murderous intent dissipated like a tide, leaving no trace behind. Thousands of miles of sunshine scattered in the sky. The clouds were light and the wind was gentle, illuminating the entire Queyi Road. There was no longer any haze like before.

Kongming Mountain was a hundred feet shorter overall. The mountain was completely silent, with no grass growing on it. There were only earth and rocks, making it a veritable empty mountain.

And when all the bloody river water receded, blood lotus flowers bloomed one after another on Kongming Mountain, forming a continuous patch, seemingly real and illusory. Their blood was gleaming, as strong as fire, and they looked beautiful and strange.

For a moment, the faint fragrance quietly filled the air, covering the land thousands of miles away, and it was intoxicating to smell it.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, why are you here?"

Looking away from the glistening blood lotus and looking at Zhao Yishui, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

Hearing this, Zhao Yishui's expression became stiffer and stiffer.

Although Longhu Mountain blocked the news, as time went by, the Dali Dynasty still discovered that something was wrong, and Zhang Chunyi drove the blood river across thousands of miles. Although most of the routes he passed were wilderness, it was too eye-catching after all, and the Zhao family suddenly became aware of what happened. I have a rough guess about what happened.

At this time, the Zhao family actually doesn't care about the conflict between Heyumen and Longhu Mountain. No matter who wins or loses, the Zhao family has no loss.

After learning that Heyumen had suffered a loss in Longhu Mountain, many people in the Zhao family were actually gloating over the misfortune, because the dog Heyumen had become increasingly restless over the years and really needed a beating.

What they didn't expect was that Zhang Chunyi's strength was even more powerful than they expected. He could control the blood river for thousands of miles, and his power was really frightening. The report sent by Longhu Mountain at this time was even more shocking. The Zhao family and the two Yin gods of the Heyu sect were killed together in Longhu Mountain, including the head of the Heyu sect, the old man Qianhe.

They knew that after the death of Master Feihe, there were only three Yin gods left in the Heyu Sect. How could two of them fall at once?

Although the Zhao family has the idea of ​​knocking on the Heyu Sect, they have no intention of letting the Heyu Sect be destroyed, at least not now. After all, the Heyu Sect was single-handedly supported by the Zhao family in order to contain the other three families and four sects.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Yishui, who had the power of traveling, rushed over immediately in order to stop Zhang Chunyi, but in the end it was still a step too late.

Looking at the blood lotus flowers all over the mountains and fields, smelling the faint fragrance, taking a deep breath, the stiffness on his face turned into softness. He looked at Zhang Chunyi with a smile on his face, and Zhao Yishui bowed slightly and saluted.

"I feel relieved to see that Sect Master Zhang is fine."

"I already know about the Heyu Sect's unprovoked attack on Longhu Mountain, so I came here in a hurry just to get an explanation from the Heyu Sect. However, Sect Leader Zhang's move was a bit too impulsive."

Looking at Zhang Chunyi, whose murderous intent had not yet dissipated, Zhao Yishui spoke.

Hearing this, Zhang Chunyi's murderous intent became more intense, interfering with reality and causing Zhao Yishui's spiritual form to scatter.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, I was a little impulsive in this matter and went into danger alone. If I didn't have some means, I might have ended up here."

"It's just that if it doesn't happen like this, the hatred in my heart will never go away, and the thousands of dead souls in our Longhu Mountain won't be able to rest in peace."

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Chunyi showed the resentment in his heart. For a moment, the blood color in his eyes that had faded became rich again.

After hearing this, Zhao Yishui fell silent as he looked back at Kongming Mountain, which was full of blood lotus flowers and had become a dead land.

"Please express my condolences to Sect Leader Zhang. I will report this matter to the dynasty truthfully."

He sighed in his heart, the smile on his face faded, and Zhao Yishui spoke again.

Hearing this, Zhang Chun nodded.

"Thank you, Brother Dao. I believe that the Dynasty will definitely give me justice in Longhu Mountain."

As he spoke, Zhang Chunyi bowed slightly to Zhao Yishui.

"In addition, our sect has an incompetent disciple You Qihe who works in the Ghost Slaying Division. I would like to ask Director Zhao to take care of him."

To add, Zhang Chunyi sent a jade bottle in front of Zhao Yishui, which contained the auspicious energy exhaled by the two long-bearded dragons and carp, which can extend life for fifteen years.

After seeing the contents of the jade bottle clearly, Zhao Yishui understood that taking care of his disciples was just a rhetoric.

He sighed again in his heart, accepted the jade bottle, and with a smile on his face, Zhao Yishui bowed and returned the gift. He was indeed quite old.

"Please, Sect Master Zhang, don't worry."

After the words fell, he knew that the matter was irreversible and had no more thoughts of staying any longer. Zhao Yishui's figure disappeared. He needed to bring the news back to the capital as soon as possible. The Heyu Sect, one of the three families and the four sects, was wiped out. This incident was inevitable. It will cause an uproar in the dynasty. How to deal with it depends on Emperor Li's wishes.

Seeing Zhao Yishui disappear, the anger on Zhang Chunyi's face quietly dissipated.