Pawn Crossing the River

Zhenjun Siming didn't pay much attention to Qi Xuansu, or it could be said that the gods had thousands of thoughts. Just now, one of the thoughts was slightly targeted at Qi Xuansu, just like hitting a mosquito casually. It's best to kill it. It doesn't matter if you can't kill it. Si Mingzhenjun didn't pay much attention to Qi Xuansu. Ming Zhenjun's main focus is still on Jinling Mansion.

He went through all kinds of hardships to come to the world, of course not to show off his prestige, nor to become an enemy of the Taoist sect, but to strengthen himself with blood sacrifice.

I saw Lord Siming opening his hands. The cuffs seemed to be infinitely large, and the bottom was invisible. Endless Yin Qi billowed out from them, first filling a hundred feet around his body, and then quickly spreading in all directions. Come, the sky and the earth are dark, as if falling into the dark world.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of scene is no less than the legendary underworld. Even Taoist priests and spiritual officials feel fear in their hearts and feel chills all over their bodies.

Zhang Yuelu looked solemn, stretched out his hand to pick up a wisp of black mist with two fingers, and gently twisted it on his fingertips to distinguish the difference between this Yin Qi and the Yang Qi in the world.

The human world is yang, and the underworld is yin. The ghost realm created in the human world is destined to be rejected by the human world and cannot be tolerated by heaven, so it cannot last long. This is one of the reasons why Lord Siming rarely takes action personally.

If you look down from above, a huge shadow is spreading with Zhenwu Lake as the center.

Wherever the Yin Qi passes, the vegetation wilts at a speed visible to the naked eye, the green fades quickly, and the ground becomes withered and yellow. The ground is cracked and showing a tendency of desertification. Even the Qinhuai River was drained of water. The water level dropped again and again, revealing strange fish in the river.

All the people in the city who are contaminated by the "gift" will age rapidly as long as they are blown by the evil wind, their skin will dry up, their flesh and blood will melt, and they will turn into a skinny and boneless mummy in an instant. Although they still maintain their appearance in life, But as long as the wind blows, it will completely turn into powder and scatter with the wind.

At the same time, faint wisps of living souls flew out of their bodies, were carried into the dark wind, and all gathered in the direction of Zhenwu Lake.

There are records in Taoist scriptures that the drought demon came to the world, and the red land was thousands of miles away. Now this kind of power is no less powerful.

In the blink of an eye, Zhenwu Temple and its area of ​​dozens of miles in radius had completely turned into a withered and dead area.

Lord Siming opened his hands to the left and right, his big sleeves fluttering, letting the black Yin Qi roar in his sleeves.

The Yin Qi carried the souls and vitality of flesh and blood of countless creatures and gathered into Zhenjun Siming's body, and then turned into more Yin Qi rolling out from the cuffs, with the intention of continuing to spread outwards in an instant. It has covered most of Jinling Prefecture.

Lord Siming actually wanted to turn the entire Jinling Prefecture into a dead city.

In addition, the Yin Qi turned into layers of lead clouds, replacing the thunder clouds that shrouded the sky above Jinling Mansion. It kept pressing down and was so thick that it almost dripped out of water. There was no roaring thunder in it, but there were countless things that seemed to be there. The ghost of nothing swims freely, appearing and disappearing, causing indescribable depression in people's hearts.

As the Yin Qi becomes more and more intense, within the range of the Yin Qi, even those who are not contaminated by the "gift", their skin and flesh begin to slowly wither, and the souls in the body gradually show signs of leaving the body.

However, there are differences according to the distance. People who are closer to True Lord Siming are already stiff and unable to move, while those who are slightly farther away from True Lord Siming are still in a state of despair. If they can escape from this soul-stirring ghost in time, Angry, there is still a glimmer of hope.

The black air spread like a sea, and many people were desperately trying to escape out of the city. There are dignitaries in the city, people from the world, and even some Taoist priests and spiritual officials.

A martial artist walked a little slower and was suddenly trapped by the Yin Qi. He had no choice but to try his best to circulate his blood Qi and forcibly lock his flesh, flesh and soul from being taken away by the Yin Qi.

However, the Yin Qi is endless, just like the sea during a storm, with rough waves. Even those who are familiar with the nature of water have to drift with the tide until they are exhausted and sink to the bottom.

As the black energy continued to wash away, the blood energy on this warrior's body became darker and darker, like a candle in the wind. His whole body was like a person falling into the water in the tide of the waves, and he would be swallowed up at any time.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to continue walking out, but at this time it was like swimming upstream in a river, or like being stuck in a swamp, and every step was extremely difficult.

The next moment, the majestic Yin Qi hit him like a big wave, swallowing him up in an instant. A moment later, the Yin Qi receded like the tide, leaving only a mummy.

A Qi Refiner was walking quickly when suddenly, a gust of dark wind blew in his face. He was unprepared and was thrown off his back. He rolled and rolled all the way until he hit a wall several feet away and finally stopped. momentum. Even though the physique of the Qi Refiner was second only to the Immortal and the Warrior, far better than the Alchemist and Wu Zhu, he felt dizzy and dizzy after such a collision, and every part of his body hurt, as if he was about to fall apart.

As soon as he stood up, he saw a life officer walking out of the Yin Qi.

These life officials are very different from those in the Great Baoen Temple. In addition to the airtight black armor, there is a floating semi-hollow disk behind them, which is composed of a black moon and a white sun, similar to the Yin and Yang Pisces of Taoism. Spin slowly. The shoulders, belt, and shoe collars of the armor are also decorated with extravagant decorations.

Such a metal disc cannot make the life official a celestial being, but it gives him the ability to fly.

They are the personal guards of True Lord Siming, and they came to the world with True Lord Siming.

The Qi Refiner was startled, turned around and wanted to run away. The life officer took a step forward, as if shrinking to an inch, and instantly came behind the Qi Refiner, with the ancient bronze sword in his hand passing by.

This sword actually seemed to be Qi Xuansu's ghost sword. After passing by, the Qi Refiner was unscathed, but his face turned gray and he had lost all his vitality.

After the officer sheathed his sword, an illusory figure wounded by the sword was dragged out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, a dark wind rolled up, covering the figure of the life official, taking away the soul, and turning the Qi Refiner into a mummy.

Similar scenes were played out everywhere in Jinling Mansion.

For True Lord Siming, the higher the cultivation level, the greater the benefits brought by his flesh and blood and soul, and he cannot let it go.

It is true that the gods feed on the power of incense and wishes, but in the ancient barbaric period, blood sacrifices to the gods were also prosperous. Even in Buddhism, there is no shortage of blood sacrifices, such as human bone instruments and so on.

In other words, gods can also feed on flesh and blood, but with the development of the world, blood sacrifices have gradually declined. Compared with the power of incense and incense, the biggest shortcoming of blood sacrifices is that it has serious consequences and is unsustainable, and it is easy to exhaust the fish. To put it bluntly, the appearance of eating is too ugly and cannot be tolerated in the world.

It's just that Lord Siming is eating the Overlord's meal now, and he doesn't care whether he eats or not.

He took such a big risk just to become a fat man in one bite.

The body of Zhenjun Siming swelled up again and again, reaching a height of a hundred feet. Looking down at Jinling Mansion, he looked like a godless king standing between heaven and earth.

Countless personal guards, with Lord Siming as the center, hovered over the Jinling Mansion.

In just twelve hours, Lord Siming can completely squeeze out the Jinling Mansion, and the huge benefits brought by the Jinling Mansion are enough to make him fearless of the Taoist sect's revenge.

Provided he can eat it.

Of course, before swallowing up the entire Jinling Mansion, he had to deal with Bai Yingqiong first.

A heavenly being at the immeasurable stage can be considered a great supplement.

As for the heavenly beings in the creation stage, unless they directly come to the world in their true form, they can't expect anything extra. After all, they can still escape if they can't be beaten. But when you come to the world in your true form, you have the possibility of falling.

If the incense willpower reserve is insufficient and cannot be reborn in the Kingdom of God, then he will fall into the first level of death and begin a long sleep. When he wakes up, it does not depend on him. The key is that he cannot react to the outside world while he is sleeping. The Taoist sect will definitely take this opportunity to wipe out the Zhiming Sect. Without the Zhiming Cult, the power of incense and will will be cut off, and the Kingdom of God will be unable to maintain sooner or later. It will soon enter the second level of death, that is, sleeping turns into coma and fake death, and is only one step away from real death.

Bai Yingqiong's heart was full of despair.

If Master Cihang were here, it was still unclear who would win. But Bai Yingqiong faced Zhenjun Siming alone, but she was dead.

Lord Siming no longer maintained the open posture of his hands, stretched out a palm, and grabbed Bai Yingqiong like it covered the sky and the sun.