Sword Moving Mountains and Rivers

“It’s just two boats, and the hell in the underworld is mostly like this.”

Yun’er language contains disdain: “The celestial ancestors, the battle for the underworld of hell, has a history of more than a dozen. These lords are used to seeing the wind and the rudder, which side is stronger, which side to lean on. That Avici Equality King, Not only the Taoist equal king, but also the Buddha Dharma, the number is ‘A snot 阎 Rom ^’ -“

The exchange of thoughts with Zhuang Wudao ended abruptly. The entire space around it suddenly swayed slightly. And the monsters that flowed out of the blood, were also dragged by a little force, and flowed to the altar in the center.

Some of the most essential blood, the miniature statue on the altar, and the ‘A nose equal’ four words are covered.

Not only the blood, but also the chilling soul that wandered around all, formed a whirlpool at this time. At the center of the vortex, it is the statue of the Avici Equality King.

This statue was originally engraved by Yun’er’s brilliant knife. At this time, it seems to be alive, and the eyes are full of strange red light, and Zhuang Wudao sitting in front of the altar is photographed.

Zhuang Wudao only feels a tight heart, as if there is an invisible hand, with a heavenly threshold power, to the space where he is, grabbed it, and sucked it tightly.

I don’t know where it came from, the grayish whiteness, from the depths of the altar. There is also a black aura, stinking and pungent, dirty, and even more dirty than the mud at the bottom of the river.

And this gray and black evil gas almost turned his world into black and white.

This small cave house seems to be crushed at any time. Zhuang Wudao even felt his own Primordial Spirit, and he was almost forced to take photos from his body by this force.

The red awns in the idol are growing more and more over time. A wave of huge ideas, sweeping the void. Zhuang Wudao within the body, the heat flow brought by Yun’er, I do not know when, but also has been retreating like a tide, retracted into the Qingyun sword behind him, disappeared.

“Under the altar, blasphemy my name, read my unequalized person, why is it? What is it?”

The god can’t talk, but this sentence, like Yun’er, is printed in the mind of Zhuang Wudao.

The sound seems to be mixed with countless kinds of sounds in the past, both solemn and honest, making people feel awe, and sharp and harsh to disturb the hearts.

Zhuang Wudao instinctively wrinkled his eyebrows, but the situation in front of him was somewhat different from that of Yun’er. It was supposed to be hosted by Yun’er all the time, but at the moment, the latter did not sound at all.

Fortunately, he also listened to Yun’er, the main points of some blood sacrifices. For example, at this moment, in any case, you can not reveal your real name, even if these lords, personally ask.

“The ignorant of the lord, the blood buddhist is the superior poetry, the Taoist minor repair, the magic name is the sky. Today’s blood sacrifice is for the sake of -“

The so-called ‘You Po Sai’, in Buddhism, refers to the meaning of the housekeeper, the last of the four people of Buddhism, did not believe. To be a metaphor for yourself, not a true Avici Equality King believer. Today’s blood sacrifice, only for the Lord of the Lord.

As for the devil’s name, it is a pseudonym, and it is the name that he temporarily thought of and prepared to use in Demon Dao.

In order to avoid being known by the real name, it will cause trouble in the future.

Leaving Dust Palace is, after all, a great faction, which does not allow Demon Dao to get dirty. For many years to come, he is afraid to be in the door.

“You Po Sai?”

I don’t know if it is an illusion. Zhuang Wudao only feels that the face of the statue seems to float a strange smile.

I feel more chilly, like a cold and incomparable, purely extreme power, penetrated into my body, sweeping up and down, but I can’t find out.

Even the thoughts in my heart can’t be maintained, and I feel a sense of drowsiness.

Zhuang Wudao secretly vigilant, biting a sharp tongue, relying on this sharp pain, only do with difficulty to stay awake.

I don’t know how long it took, until Zhuang Wudao, I feel that I can’t support it anymore. This strange feeling gradually receded.

“I have received the sacrifices. I know what you are asking for. This is the fairness of the king, and it is necessary for each. The name of the demon is like the name of my god, and I will give it to my blood every season, and I will not forget it!”

Zhuang Wudao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this difficulty has passed, and still did not anger the lord. With the last strength, the mouth spit.

“Gong Gong to the Lord, still!”

The word two words, the soul force hovering around the altar, and the thick blood, all disappeared as quickly as possible, pouring into the statue. And that little idol, undoubtedly only the size of the thumb, only slightly higher. However, it seems to be a bottomless hole, the blood is a ghost, and everyone who comes is not afraid.

In the end, only on the detective, left three blood spots. Yin Hong glared, with gold wire if there is nothing.

Originally, this cave house is extremely chilly, as if it was in a harsh winter. When the red awns in the eyes of the gods disappeared completely, Zhuang Wudao immediately felt the temperature around him recover, and finally recovered to the temperature in the summer, with the body warming up a lot.

At this time, the heat of Light Cloud Sword once again flooded from behind, expelling the last chill of his body.

When Yun’er’s voice rang again, he was full of doubts: “Weird! It shouldn’t be so, it’s just a sacrifice of Qi Condensation.”

“I am also surprised! You are only hiding from him?”

Zhuang Wudao has a weird tone and rubs the cold sweat. At the time of the blood sacrifice, the oppression that the idol brought him was even more than a hundred times more than the Golden Core cultivator he had seen.

If there is a fairy in this world, then this Avici Equality King, the infernal lord of hell, must be able to compare with the legendary ‘celestial being’.

“Is it Avici Equality King?”

“How is it possible? It’s just a trace of his incarnation.”

Yun’er denies: “But even if it is the incarnation of the gods, it is impossible to be right. The ‘Heaven world’ where Sword Master is located, even the cultivator above the Primordial Spirit, is not a small world. In the eyes of the Lord, it is simply insignificant. In normal circumstances, it should only be taken from the blood food sacrifices, and even there will be no gods coming. Is it true that in this world, no one has sacrificed Avici Equality King? You are the first time Not right, or, he is aware that you have Innate Battle Soul -“

Is Innate Battle Soul?

Zhuang Wudao frowned. “What can be wrong with this? Right, you haven’t said, why should you hide from him?”

If it is not his cleverness, otherwise this blood sacrifice, can’t say for sure will call the disaster. Yun’er did not teach him the detailed blood sacrifice process beforehand, and the abruptness shrank back and let him take over.

“Why do you hide from him, Yun’er doesn’t know it, just from instinct. The sword is spiritual and guilty of sin, and Luo Qingyun is not willing to fall into his hands, but also for the safety of Sword Master.”

Yun’er first had some anger and hesitation. After that, he didn’t care. He justified himself. “As for what is wrong, there is nothing wrong with it. In fact, it can only be mixed. The advantage is that Avici Equality King has written down you. In the future, when the blood festival is celebrated, the benefits will be more. The downside is that the lord will not be so fooled in the future. Sword Master and the lord will have a cause and effect, and it will inevitably be entangled. Be careful in the future!”

Zhuang Wudao only feels this sword spirit, and the temperament is more and more strange, at least not as honest as before. There must be something, staring at yourself.

When I asked again, I was immediately uttered by Yun’er, and his attention was easily transferred.

“Sword Master doesn’t take a look at the Avici Equality King, what benefits does Sword Master leave?”

Zhuang Wudao looked at the altar, the three drops with a few pale gold blood, the eyes are curious and struggling.

The red blood is shocking. The fragrance is fragrant, tempting, but it implies a few suffocating. Can’t hold it anymore, that rotten smell.

Looking around again, the ten heads have been completely dry, leaving only the skeleton of the skin of the fur skeleton, which makes people sick and sick.

“You can take it directly! With me, I’m refining the blood,”

Yun’er’s tone is still so flat, and he does not care about Zhuang Wudao’s mood at the moment.

“Avici Equality King is not the strongest one in Hell’s Underworld. But the power is unfathomable, not under any one of the Kings. The feedback that should be left should not disappoint Sword Master. If it is half late Engraved, these drops of magic blood will be exhausted.”

Zhuang Wudao frowned and thought that he would bite his teeth and hesitated. It’s already at this point, and regrets that it’s still too late. However, Surpassing City’s Shenlin side, is it just like this, can’t it be done?

Didn’t you have already decided on your mind? As long as the wish can be paid, even if you are enchanted, will you be willing?

Driven by True Origin, Zhuang Wudao simply absorbed all three drops of light gold into the index finger.

This moment, it is like the legend of the legend, the top quality of the grass, the beauty of the extreme, the whole person fluttering.

Zhuang Wudao God is floating, wanting to be drunk, and once again fell to the ground. In front of the palace, the palace is gorgeous, the beautiful women play in groups, all of them are nothing, the gauze is entangled, and the jade rabbit mountain is looming. Xianle is ethereal, accompanied by fine food and wine, seems to be in the fairy palace.

Feeling ‘Yun’er’, it seems that he has said something urgently in his mind, but he can’t hear clearly.

However, I know that this situation seems to be somewhat wrong. Zhuang Wudao bites his tongue again, but this pain, but it can not make him wake up from this illusory feeling.

Suddenly, I was blessed with the heart and remembered Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Great Sorrow Endowment.

“Ten … years … life and death … two 茫 … oh, don’t think about it… unforgettable. Thousands… …… lonely… grave… no… speak… bleak”

At the beginning, it was a word and a sentence, and it only became smooth afterwards. However, after the thirteen words, the body hurts a lot, and before it resumes, the statement is intermittent.

However, in the past, only thirteen words were spoken. This time, under the support of the endless force of the in the body, even spit twenty-two words.