When he saw the pair of sharp claws as red as blood, the cub Ziyuan exclaimed:
"The Demon Ancestor Immortal Technique locks the throat with one claw!"
Ye Congwen did not comment, but still stretched out his sharp claws to thrust into the throat of the purple mandarin cub. The divine bird was much stronger than the holy bird, and he was not sure of a fatal blow.
To be cautious, Ye Congwen could only choose to use both hands, and at the same time, he stretched out his phoenix claws and pinched the throat of the purple Yuan cub up and down.
When the cub Ziyuan saw through the Phoenix Immortal Technique, he immediately realized that today was going to be a bad day. This guy had practiced the supreme Phoenix Immortal Technique and even pretended to run away.
It’s clear that he’s trying to trick the three of us!
There are people who have practiced the magic of the Demon Ancestor. This is something that has never happened in hundreds of years. In any case, I have to find a way to report such an important matter to the experts in the clan and let them send people to investigate.
Two claws that were as red as blood were immediately in front of the purple mandarin bird. From dozens of meters away, one could feel the cold killing intent contained in those claws, as if it could solidify one's own blood and make one instantly lose resistance. consciousness.
Suddenly finding that his blood was boiling, the Ziyuan cub suddenly woke up and pecked its sharp beak at the pair of bright red claws.
"Dong dong dong" sounded ten times in a row, and the sudden left and right blows temporarily stopped the pair of Yin Hong claws.
The Ziyuan cub succeeded in his attack, and without thinking, he spread his wings and flew high, trying to soar into the sky, flying to a height that the human race could not reach, escaping the disaster, and then looking for help from other experts in the clan.
How could Ye Congwen let the Ziyuan cub escape? With no one around, he raised his hand and fired a series of five chaotic fingers, silently attacking the wings of the Ziyuan cub.
There was a clicking sound, and the left wing of the Ziyuan cub was broken. The Ziyuan cub screamed in pain, and continued to flap its wings and struggle toward the sky.
Ye Congwen saw how strong the Ziyuan cub was. Even with its broken left wing, it could still hold back the excruciating pain and fly high into the air. He raised his hand and used the five chaotic fingers of his right hand to hit the Ziyuan cub like a sharp arrow. Right wing.
Unexpectedly, the cub of the Purple Yuan was already prepared. He turned around and pecked it ten times with his beak. The Purple Yuan's sharp beak was filled with purple light, and energy ripples surrounded it in circles, layer upon layer. The boundless energy it contained was like a tumbling ball. Like clouds.
Colliding head-to-head with the Ten Thousand Points of Chaos, the energy ripples aroused directly overturned the surrounding giant trees, and soon all areas within a ten-mile radius were razed to the ground.
Ye Congwen estimated that the ten thousand fingers of chaos could not hurt this purple mandarin cub in the semi-saint perfection state. He saw this guy rising higher and higher, and would soon fly into the high blue sky.
"Spread your wings to cover the sky!"
Ye Congwen secretly used the second form of the Phoenix Immortal Technique to spread his wings and cover the sky. He only saw a flash of red shadow, and a silhouette that could cover the sky and the sun pressed down on the purple Yuan cub.
The cub Ziyuan felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and its feathers stood on end. Before the cold sweat broke out, it was cut into two pieces by this red shadow as fast as lightning.
It was split into two pieces from head to tail, and even the bone patterns on Ziyuan's forehead exploded directly, and there was a crack and fragments scattered on the ground.
Ye Congwen waited for the body of the two-petal purple mandarin cub to slowly fall to the ground. Finally, he could no longer hold on and staggered over to pick up the purple mandarin duck's bone pattern.
Unexpectedly, at first glance, the entire bone pattern was broken into hundreds of pieces and could not be reassembled at all.
While feeling distressed, I had to sigh that the power of the second level Phoenix Immortal Technique was really immeasurable.
Even the bone pattern of the sacred bird, which is said to be as solid as a rock, was chopped into pieces by one of its wings. If such a sharp wing were used to chop people, it would probably be able to sweep a hundred-man team!
Unfortunately, it consumed too much energy. Ye Congwen felt that the energy in his cauldron had been drained out, and he stumbled onto the body of the Purple Yuan cub.
Looking at the gurgling purple Yuan Shen blood, he lay on it and sucked it hard without thinking.
The blood energy of the divine bird is so rich that it turns into abundant energy liquid and flows into the cauldron before it is even inhaled into the stomach, and flows to the whole body along the eight extraordinary meridians.
Ye Congwen regained 10% of his strength every time he took a sip, and its nourishing effect was several times stronger than any treasure medicine or magic core. Unfortunately, the divine essence and blood of a purple mandarin cub only amounted to two or three kilograms. Waiting for Ye Congwen After Cong Wen was full, he took out the jade bottle and took a pot. The entire purple mandarin cub's divine essence and blood had dried up.
When most of his physical strength was restored, Ye Congwen took out a Qi Qiankun bag and put all the body of the purple mandarin cub and the flesh and blood of the Bifang peacock into the jade storage.
It happened that my rations had been exhausted, and I had three or four thousand kilograms of the blood and meat of sacred birds to make dried meat, which was enough for me to cross the entire Purple Yuan Mountain.
After Ye Congwen collected the flesh and blood of the demon bird, he turned around and looked at the scattered branches and trees around him, then flew back along the path chased by the three demon birds. He had already found a cave on the way here.
After stepping into the long cave, for safety's sake, Ye Congwen used his fingers of chaos to block the entire entrance of the cave with cut stones, and then walked deeper into the cave.
The cave was colorful and full of bells and bamboo shoots. Sunlight shone through the gaps on the top of the mountain. Ye Congwen chose a spacious and restless corner to settle down. He took out the charcoal stove and iron pot and plucked the feathers of the three-headed monster bird, the purple mandarin duck, the square peacock, and the three-headed peacock. Skin.
Use a giant ax to pick off the demon bird meat piece by piece, cook it in boiling water and drain it, then put it into bags and keep it as dry food across the Purple Yuan Mountain.
After all, after eating raw meat for several months, I was already afraid of him eating it. If I cooked meat by myself in the woods, I would worry about being discovered by the demon birds.
Now hiding in this mountain, the cave is full of underground rivers. No one knows where the river will flow, and I don't have to worry about the demon birds coming along the river.
While Ye Congwen was cooking the meat in a pot, he swallowed the blood of the Purple Mandarin to attack the semi-sacred realm. When he used the second level of the Phoenix Immortal Technique to spread its wings to cover the sky, Ye Congwen felt that the "Spreading Wings to Cover the Sky" technique seemed to be polishing and compacting his cultivation. role.
Every time you use it, your foundation becomes stronger and more solid like a rock.
With the purple Yuan divine blood replenishing energy, Ye Congwen took great pleasure in polishing his entire body to make the energy in the cauldron and the body cooperate more tacitly, until the entire bottle of divine bird blood was used up.
The holy relics in the cauldron appeared faster and faster. Just when Ye Congwen was about to eat the meat of the sacred bird to give him another boost, suddenly the holy relics under the energy liquid in the cauldron suddenly emerged, pointing directly towards the eight shackles of the human body. Boom away.
The energy liquid in the entire cauldron was like a violent storm, rolling up huge waves and rushing towards the eight life locks.
With a bang, the life lock did not move at all, still locking the person's soul and body. The two were as tight as one, like a lonely boat in the vast blue waves. No matter how windy or rainy it was, it could always avert danger and remain intact as before.
"Drip water penetrates stone, and rusty water dissolves locks. If the energy wave in the cauldron corrodes these eight life locks, I'm afraid it will not be an easy thing to die. To think that it can be done overnight is simply a fantasy!"
Ye Congwen whispered quietly, with traces of sadness in his brows. This semi-sacred realm not only pays attention to the accumulation of energy, but also pays attention to the accumulation of time.
The holy medicine is the key to breaking through the eight life locks, but the holy medicine can only play a supporting role.
The energy liquid in the cauldron repeatedly washed away the eight life locks. Corroding the human body shackles was the key. If the eight life locks were not corroded in advance, even if he swallowed three holy medicines in a row, it would be of no avail.
Maybe the life lock did not open, but instead tore apart his soul and body, leaving an irreparable original wound. By then, not to mention advancing to the true god realm, his lifespan would be doubled.
Just this double layer of hidden damage to his soul and body is enough to torture him to the point of going crazy.
Unwilling to give up, Ye Congwen continuously swallowed hundreds of kilograms of purple mandarin duck meat, and forcibly washed the human shackles hundreds of times with the energy liquid in the cauldron.
When I looked inside again, I immediately started complaining. I had worked hard for more than a month. I ate hundreds of kilograms of divine bird flesh and drank a bottle of divine blood. The eight life locks were still shining brightly. I felt The more you wash it, the brighter it becomes, and the more you wash it, the stronger it becomes.
"It's no wonder that many monks stay in the semi-saint realm throughout their lives. No matter how talented you are in cultivation, you drink divine blood and eat heavenly materials and earthly treasures every day. In just a few decades, you won't be able to reach the semi-sacred realm of perfection that breaks through the shackles of the human body. .
Is it possible that I, Ye Congwen, really have to wait another thirty to fifty years before I can swallow the holy medicine and advance to the realm of true gods? "
Ye Congwen asked unwillingly, it's not that he is eager to win and quick success, but that his enemy Xuanyuan is the only one who has lost the Qilin's true blood to nourish the body. Maybe I can't wait until the day when I become a master in the Immortal Realm and master the world's best killing technique, the Chaos Nirvana Finger.
It takes decades to advance to the True God Realm, but what about the True Saint Realm?
God King Realm?
What about the Immortal Realm?
Even if the promotion time is exactly the same, doesn't it take at least two hundred years?
The Martial Emperor Xuanyuan Duzun was close to seven hundred years old, and he would die at the age of eight hundred without any accident.
The Emperor Wu died before he had the strength to take revenge, so what was the point of practicing hard?
Thinking of this, even if Ye Congwen was finally promoted to the Semi-Saint Realm, he would not be happy at all.
The master, the Demon King, died at the hands of Xuanyuan Duzun, and the Chaos Palace Master Xu Linglong also died at the hands of Xuanyuan Duzun. Even her own tribe and six daughters-in-law were killed by Xuanyuan Wind Chime, and that woman was just relying on her father. The emperor's magical power is unparalleled and he is so powerful that he has the courage to massacre villages and annihilate people.
If such a great feud cannot be settled with one's own hands, then what's the point of practicing hard in this life?
Do you want to kill a lowly Xuanyuan Fengling to comfort yourself?
Ye Congwen shook his head vigorously to make his mind clearer.
"Master Dang Demon God King became a powerful God King at the age of 100. His cultivation speed is unparalleled. Unfortunately, he has a body of ice, muscle and jade bones. He relies on devouring heavenly materials and earthly treasures to advance. He cannot imitate it with his own physical training. .
Besides, the master faced the corpses of monsters all over the ground but starved to death because he couldn't eat them. In order to prevent his disciples from making the same mistake again, he would definitely not teach me all his cultivation methods.
The Chaos Palace Master's Nirvana Sutra and Chaos Fingers are all incomplete techniques. Even she can't practice them herself. Even if I--that's right! I heard that the chaos energy in the entire Chaos Academy was not as strong as the chaos coffin where Xu Linglong slept.
If she still carries that chaos coffin after her nirvana and is reborn, can I use her chaos coffin to advance to the semi-saint perfection realm as soon as possible and penetrate the eight life locks? "
Ye Congwen suddenly became enlightened and felt a sense of joy that he could see the sun from the clouds. He was short of time. One day in the Chaos Coffin could equal a year in the world. As long as he found Xu Linglong, the master of the Chaos Palace, wouldn't there be hope?
