Huh~
The original area of Xuanyin Mountain has now turned into a blood-colored lake covering thousands of miles, with an illusory blood lotus floating on it.
The moment the blood lotus appeared, the blood lake rolled out waves and rushed towards it crazily.
After just a moment, the blood lake completely disappeared, leaving only an illusory blood lotus standing out of thin air on the dark abyss. Even the originally bright red sky returned to normal, as if everything had returned to its original state.
But True Lord Qingyang knew that this was just the prelude before the storm came.
Through the news about Gu Jiancheng, a visitor from China, he naturally learned that the Shura clone in front of him was not originally a Nascent Soul, but a real transformed god!
After all, Shura is a terrifying alien race that lives in the boundless sea of blood. Once he reaches adulthood, he can automatically condense the soul of the blood sea and possess the top combat power of the transformed god. Even if it is just a clone, ordinary transformed gods are no match!
If it hadn't been for the top sword cultivator in the world, the God-Transforming Heavenly Lord behind the Taiyi Immortal Sword Sect, one of the nine major forces of the Immortal Alliance, would have cut off the three flowers on top with one sword, knocking him down to the Nascent Soul realm. , let alone relying on the sect's spiritual realm to compete with him, I'm afraid he would be refined into the Son of Blood God once he met him!
"You leave here first." True Lord Qingyang did not take action first, but turned around and said to True Lord Changqing and others.
Now they are not in the Qingyun Sect area, and they do not have three thousand years of foundation to help them. If there is a fight, Qingyang Zhenjun believes that he will not be able to protect them, let alone resist them, so he must send them away first.
'But then again, why did Junior Brother Lin suddenly disappear? I'm sure he's still alive, but why can't I find his location recently? ' Thinking of this, True Lord Qingyang couldn't help but frown.
Even though the other party is quite mysterious, he is a true disciple of Qingyun Sect after all. Not to mention that the other party has made great efforts to protect himself and break through the Nascent Soul. It is impossible for True Lord Qingyang to just sit idly by.
But now at this critical juncture, the other party has disappeared without a trace.
'Forget it, I don't have time to think about that much, I have to send the others out first. ’ True Lord Qingyang withdrew his thoughts and moved his hands without stopping.
Master Chang Qing nodded. He also knew that the Golden elixir monks were no different from larger ants on such a battlefield. Staying would only affect Master Qingyang, so it was naturally better to leave early.
"Okay! Next, I will send you..." True Lord Qingyang was talking, but suddenly paused because he saw True Lord Changqing's eyes suddenly widen, with a look of astonishment on his face.
Did the other party take action? !
True Lord Qingyang's expression changed, but why didn't he feel the slightest reaction? !
He turned around suddenly and saw that the illusory blood lotus had bloomed quietly at some point, but silently, as if it was just a flower that suddenly bloomed, giving people a feeling of returning to nature.
But what makes True Lord Qingyang feel horrified is that the one sitting in the blood lotus is not the blood demon monster that he fought against in the past, but the naked... Taiyin Old Demon!
what's the situation? !
True Lord Qingyang's pupils shrank.
Could it be that the Taiyin Old Demon was not dead, but was enslaved by the blood demon in front of him?
No, no, the aura doesn’t match it at all, it’s definitely not him!
Before True Lord Qingyang could figure out what was going on, the 'Taiyin Old Demon', who was covered in blood, took action brazenly.
He raised his right hand, pressed it into the air, and then left a bloody handprint in the air.
What's more horrifying is that the red bloody handprint did not disappear. Instead, it started to move strangely and spread to the surroundings, as if an invisible person was making seals with bloody hands.
Even the raging sea of fire in True Lord Qingyang's flame domain began to dissipate one by one after coming into contact with the blood handprints.
Then, the dense bloody handprints completely surrounded Qingyang Zhenjun and others.
Every blood handprint exudes extremely strong evil aura and curse, and any monk who doesn't have the golden elixir will probably die if he touches it!
"Ancestor!"
"Brother!"
Seeing this, the remaining Qingyun Sect monks changed their expressions and shouted.
Although in their senses, there was nothing in front of them, looking at the densely packed strange blood seals that surrounded them for hundreds of meters, everyone could sense the coming crisis!
True Lord Qingyang's face was gloomy and terrifying, golden flames ignited in his pupils, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. The raging sea of fire raged out, forming a small sun in the entire world!
But what he didn't expect was that the golden-red sea of fire raged away, but every bloody handprint exuded an evil spirit that corroded all things at this moment. The superposition of tens of thousands of blood prints actually offset the surge. sea of fire!
Not only did the sea of fire fail to eliminate these strange handprints, on the contrary, under the light of the flames, countless people appeared in the originally empty world in the blink of an eye.
They were both male and female, of different ages. Some were covered in blood, some had broken bodies, and some were not even humanoid, leaving only a mass of flesh and blood...
And what’s even more surprising is that many of them are wearing the costumes of Xuanyin Sect or Qingyun Sect. These people... are tens of thousands of monks who just died in the collapse!
As if they were aware of the attention of the living people, the countless dead souls raised their 'heads' in unison, staring at Zhenjun Qingyang and others with empty and dead eyes, and then they all stretched out their bloody hands. The hands seem to want to turn the living into one of them!
At this moment, in everyone's eyes, the sky that had returned to normal turned bright red again!
And in this bloody sky, countless densely packed, overlapping figures, cold and dead, are all issuing the most vicious curses to them, trying to drag the remaining living people into the boundless death!
"This is a magic spell - Soul Seizing and Netherworld?!" At this moment, he seemed to understand something, and Zhenjun Qingyang's face was filled with shock and anger.
He vaguely understood that the other party had learned, or imitated, Taiyin Old Demon's native magic by some unknown means, and launched this attack.
But whether it is learning or imitation, it requires a certain amount of wisdom as a prerequisite. When we fought in the Qingyun Sect, even the cunning of beasts may not be comparable to the Shura clone, but for some unknown reason, wisdom was born.
And the most important thing is that even the original Him had to be dealt with by True Lord Qingyang by integrating Qingyun’s background, let alone the birth of wisdom, even if it was only a little weak!
Just when Zhenjun Qingyang wanted to understand this, the souls mixed with the hatred of thousands of monks and the terrifying evil spirit of the sea of blood finally formed a terrifying curse that was so rich that it could not be broken and attacked everyone!
At this moment, all the monks, including True Lord Qingyang, felt as if they were falling into boundless blood, with countless dead souls around them staring at them!
"No!" Even with the Taoist protection of True Lord Qingyang, casualties appeared after just a short moment.
I saw an injured monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. First he let out a shrill wail, and then his whole skin quickly turned pale, and his body instantly turned into a mummy. Finally, a bloody resentful soul similar to other dead people emerged from the mummy. Emerged from above, also keeping an eye on the only remaining survivors!
This is a terrible curse that can turn the monk into a part of the curse, which will continue to strengthen.
If the curse cannot be resisted or even eliminated immediately, as time goes by and the casualties increase, its power will be superimposed to a terrifying level. By the time the last person is left, he will be cursed by thousands of the dead!
True Lord Qingyang naturally understands this, but he cannot protect himself at this time.
He only felt a coldness that penetrated deep into his bones and could not be driven away by fire, corroding his body and even his soul.
What made him even more horrified was that every frame of the past in his memory began to be dyed with blood. Even Lin Chen and others in his memory had bleeding from their orifices and dull eyes, turning into The dead all stretched out their bloody hands to him!
True Lord Qingyang can be sure that as long as this bloody scene occupies all his memories, then he himself will probably be refined into the Nascent Soul Blood Demon in this boundless sea of blood!
At this moment, the blood demon monster developed a glimmer of wisdom and learned to imitate others, displaying part of the terror of the legendary Blood Sea Shura!
These terrifying aliens originally have extremely terrifying talents. When they have the ability to imitate and learn from humans, their combat power will increase even if they are seriously injured!
In such a life-and-death crisis, True Lord Qingyang could no longer care about his face. He looked up to the sky hysterically and shouted: "Friends from the Middle-earth Taoist, if you don't take action now, then when will you wait!"
The next moment, the thousands of blood souls surrounding True Lord Qingyang suddenly froze. At some point, a sword mark suddenly appeared on their bodies, and then they all dissipated.
Then, a figure quietly appeared in front of True Lord Qingyang and others.
He stretched out his right hand, put it on his chest, held it in the air, and said calmly: "Here comes the sword."
In an instant, the clear sound of the sword resounded thousands of miles away, and a bright sword light illuminated the world!
(End of chapter)
