Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xie Fuling's body suddenly shook, blood gushed out from her chest, and an oval bead the size of a thumb slowly emerged.
Zhao Xun felt that something was wrong, and immediately stepped forward in two steps. Because his spiritual consciousness was far beyond the others, he recognized at a glance that the evil thing was not a bead, but the monk's soul after being sacrificed in an unknown way! And after the primordial spirit emerged, it immediately rushed towards Xie Fuling's eyebrows. She raised her sword to kill, and the surging power of the primordial spirit burst out in an instant, causing the sea of consciousness to tremble.
After only this moment of hesitation, Xie Fuling staggered to his feet in front of Zhao Chun. The fleshy buds on the torn parts of his arms were twisting like insects, overlapping and reorganizing to form two bodies that were as slender as before, but were all red and full of blood. Strange arms with folds of cloth.
Fen Xuan of various factions looked at the resurrected Xie Fuling in horror, including Taoist Pu You. As for the Ning Yuan Architects under Fen Xuan, they did not have the energy to watch the battle.
The riot of the power of the soul just now was terrifying. Zhao Chun relied on his strong sea of consciousness to withstand it, but the others were injured by it. The sea of consciousness was almost torn apart, and the soul of the soul was walking randomly. The force made them fall to the ground wailing, holding their heads tightly with both hands, like thirsty fish, flopping on the shore.
Although Bai Shanke and other Ning Yuan Dzogchen were not in such a state of embarrassment, their eyes were still closed under the pain of the sea of consciousness, and their lips were as pale as paper.
Ning Yuan was like this, let alone the defenseless Foundation Establishment disciples. They have not yet condensed the soul, but the sea of consciousness is not non-existent, but it has never been used. When the power of the soul sweeps in, it is even more fragile. A rough calculation is that more than 30% of the foundations of the entire ancient land were shaken on the spot. Killed, half of them fainted!
Xie Fuling's black and white eyes fell on Zhao Shun, then she lowered her eyes to look at her unrecognizable arm, and let out a long sigh as if relieved.
"It turns out... it's such a secret magic power."
A majestic true energy surged out from her Dantian, and the sea of consciousness seemed to be opened up by a big hand. She felt that she was stronger than ever before, but also stranger than ever before.
The tip of Zhao Chun's nose moved slightly, and he smelled the sticky smell of blood. The scent slowly overflowing from Zixie Poria's true essence was quite familiar.
That is the strange and strange feeling of nourishing people with people and forging the path with the practice of Dao - an aura shared by evil cultivators all over the world!
She knows this, and all the monks in Chongxiao know this, but everyone present does not know that they have never seen an evil monk in their entire lives. Even the Taoist Konggu who is hanging in the sky has seen Xie Fuling. After the change, I just felt a sense of familiarity in my heart, and gradually realized that this mysterious magical power may be related to the Shinto monks.
The righteous monks in the Great Lake are like pigs kept in captivity by evil cultivators. They don't know anything and can't resist.
The general trend gave the evil cultivators a new world, and the original masters of this world naturally became the old cultivators.
Zhao Chun snorted coldly, knowing that the soul must have been taken from the monk. Just looking at the power when used, he knew that the person who was taken away was at least a condensation cultivation level. After all, the power of the soul in Fenxuan realm, I shouldn't be able to resist it so easily.
"Although it is not Fenxuan, it is far better than the Great Perfection of Ningyuan... To refine such a Yuanshen, I don't know how many Ningyuan will be killed!"
Now that Xie Fuling has received the help of the evil spirit creature, her aura has increased by more than ten times compared to before.
Not to mention a Baishan guest, even ten or a hundred more will be crushed to death at will!
Suddenly, Xie Fuling jumped up from the cloud platform. Two blood-red arms stretched out. The fingertips were long and dark, and they were as sharp as blades. When Zhao Chun came close, the cold light was even more frightening!
Zhao Shun waved his sword and raised his two claws, letting his armor grind against the scabbard, making a harsh sound.
Xie Fuling pressed down with force, intending to pick off the opponent's head. However, she saw that Zhao Shun did not take the opponent's head forcefully, and stepped back several feet. The sword gang came to attack Xie Fuling and blocked Xie Fuling's arms.
She didn't hurt Zhao Chun, and she was a little disappointed. After using the secret technique, her strength was beyond the reach of a monk in the Ningyuan realm. The sword cultivator in front of her was really powerful, but she didn't succeed under such circumstances. While Zhao Chun was retreating, she pinched out a few hand gestures with her skinny knuckles, and saw blood arrows congealing from the sky. With her shouting, she shot towards the plain-clothed swordsman on the stage, aiming to kill her opponent's corpse with dripping bones!
Taoist Master Kong Gu had a serious look on his face, and the big hand on his side trembled slightly. He was trying to figure out how the situation in the lake would change after Zhao Chun was rescued. When he was anxious, a sudden change occurred!
Just as the cry of the Phoenix divine bird is as clear and clear as the sound of a fairy, the bird song that echoes in the ancient land of the Great Lakes is especially hoarse and deep.
Through the dazzling golden red that is as bright as the sky, the sharp-beaked winged bird can be seen with a body of jet black feathers, a crown with nine feathers, a ring of flames around its neck, and a circular pattern of red gold on the ink feathers on its chest, with the rings extending in all directions. The sharp corners are like the sun spreading its radiance across the sky. Looking from the chest to the abdomen, three slender bird claws protrude from the thick black feathers. Zhongfen Xuan still cannot recognize that these are the divine birds manifested by the sun - the three-legged golden crow!
And Zhao Shun also knew that the three-legged golden crow in front of him was still the Ember Sword Spirit, a real living creature!
The Golden Crow cried twice, flapped its wings and turned into a golden glow. As the golden glow fell, everyone's eyes gradually fell on the pitch-black sword body.
The sword is unsheathed!
The slender sword body depicts a vivid three-legged golden crow. Near the hilt, there are two red gold characters - Long Ember!
Konggu Taoist and the other two Fenxuan of Shangchen Sect stood directly above the cloud platform. When the sword came out, they were the ones who felt the power of the sun most clearly. The surging heat wave made Fenxuan one of them. The shock, even if it doesn't hurt you, is enough to tighten your skin.
"Can an old cultivator be so strong?" Kong Gu's pupils trembled. When he was young, he ignored the obstruction of his teacher and forcibly left the Great Lake and entered the realm ruled by the Shinto monks. He saw countless geniuses, even more than the Ten Great Lakes of Mize. A hundred times more. It was during his high-spirited years that he began to wonder whether the old cultivator was really too outdated. It was only today that he truly saw what the peerless genius of the orthodox old cultivator looked like.
Who says my old practice is inferior to Shintoism? That’s ridiculous!
It was the power of a sword that opened the sky. All wind and sound were isolated. The misty cloud platform steamed and swayed, and the cranes on the edge flapped their wings and soared, circling the sky and chirping.
Zhao Chun's sword is extremely simple, with no signs of movement. He just stands still and holds the hilt, as if he is swinging it casually, without any carvings.
Xie Fuling's body trembled, her eyes widened with anger and she shouted loudly: "Don't think about us or our enemies!" The blood lines from her arms climbed up to her cheeks, to her eyes, and to the top of her forehead. Judging from her appearance, she doesn't look as elegant and proud as Fairy Jinghong. She looks very much like the evil demon who chooses people to devour.
Before her sword energy was fully developed and she didn't carry the sword's steel, the black sword blade struck directly at the blood-red arm. Neither of them heard the sound of the sword blade cutting flesh and bones, but the two arms were definitely broken under the sword. points, dripping blood spilled all over the ground.
Without stopping, the tip of the sword passed through the broken arm and penetrated straight into Xie Fuling's chest. Zhao Chun raised his other hand and pressed it on his Tianling. He shouted loudly to draw out the bloody soul and let the blood and fire in his palm destroy it. !
