The next day.
Refining room.
Zhou Yi used the Fire Control Technique and was refining the flying sword magic weapon.
The Earth Fire Palace is famous in the East China Sea for its Earth Element Shield, but it also has other magic treasure scrolls, and the Chunyang Sword is one of them.
After being made, this sword has ordinary power and no special magical powers. However, it cooperates with the Pure Yang Sutra and is extremely restrained against evil spirits and heretics.
suddenly.
The Xuanwu Divine Armor protects the body on its own, isolating wisps of strange black energy.
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and touched it lightly with his fingers. After the longevity essence was consumed, the black energy dissipated on its own.
"I don't know if the cost of casting a spell is high!"
…
Three days.
at dusk.
Zhou Yi was studying the thunder method, and he had a feeling in the dark, not far from the realm of magical power.
"Senior Brother Jiang's ten years of magical power back then took a poor Taoist five to six hundred years. How come the gap between people is so big?"
At the same time, the cursed black energy appeared, wiping off ten years of life.
…
Half a month later.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
Zhou Yi took out the jar of 500-year-old spirit wine, sat on the roof of the palace, drank alone to the moon, and read through 800-year-old memories.
"Loneliness, loneliness!"
The black energy of the curse arrived at the right time, interrupting Zhou Yi's sigh.
"Again!"
…
Fire bamboo forest.
As the number of spells and sacrifices increases, the ghostly energy almost condenses into substance.
The Blood Moon Demon Lord strengthened the formation restrictions so that he would not be exposed. Looking at the ghosts and gods who laughed strangely after devouring Shou Yuan, raging anger ignited in his eyes.
"Thirty days, exactly thirty days!"
"Hui Hui cast the spell successfully and lost three hundred life spans. Then why is Tang Xuan not dead yet?"
Huo Yan, who was suppressed by the mighty demonic power, fell to the ground. Seeing that the Blood Moon Demon Lord was about to explode, he was afraid that he would be the first to be killed, and his mind was racing to find a way out.
"Senior, there is no doubt that Tang Xuan is the true king, and he has condensed the golden elixir not long ago. Maybe he is not a hundred years old yet?"
"Not even a hundred years old!"
The Blood Moon Demon Lord's pupils shrank and he said in shock: "This guy is less than a hundred years old and has condensed the golden elixir. He is a peerless genius who has cultivated immortality for thousands of years. Since he is practicing the right way, he must not be allowed to stay!"
Huo Yan nodded repeatedly: "Once he is allowed to grow up, he will definitely be a serious problem for the devil."
"The genius must be punished!"
The Blood Moon Demon Lord used his hand to pinch the spell, pulled out wisps of vitality from his body, sacrificed it to ghosts and gods, and cast spells.
Huo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, his murderous intent dissipated, and he knew he had escaped death.
…
Another ten days passed.
The Blood Moon Demon Lord stroked his shawl-length hair, which turned from black to gray in just over a month.
He was already more than three hundred years old when he came to Donghai. It took more than thirty years to curse Feng Yang to death, and now it has taken another four hundred years.
"Why is Tang Xuan not dead yet?"
"Lord Demon Lord, you don't know something."
Huo Yan had already thought of the reason: "Tang Xuan is proficient in the four arts of cultivating immortals, among which alchemy is the most important. He must have used the life-extending elixir in his refining."
"I'm good at alchemy. Are you a disciple of Alchemy?"
The Blood Moon Demon Lord hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "The Danding Sect already has Xuan Xiao, and we must not give birth to another Tang Xuan. Even if the poor Taoist can die at the end of his life, it will not be a waste of his life to drag a generation of geniuses to death!"
"The Demon King has extraordinary courage!"
Huo Yan slapped the horse repeatedly, but his eyes were full of pity and ridicule.
Onlookers could see that the Blood Moon Demon Lord was like a gambler who lost his mind.
…
A few more days passed.
The Blood Moon Demon Lord was dying, his ghost body had turned translucent, and his head of illusory white hair was flying in the wind.
After taking a lot of elixirs to condense the ghost body, Xuanyin Orb stabilized the soul, and put away the altar of ghosts and gods with a wave of his hand.
"I will report back to the sect now. There is something strange in the Earth Fire Palace in the East China Sea. Please ask the ancestor of the sect to take action. No matter how proficient and gifted the Jindan Zhenjun is, the ancestor can crush him to death with one hand!"
Huo Yan worriedly said: "In your current state, it is difficult to conceal your aura. Maybe you are not the opponent of Tang Xuan?"
"Ho ho ho... My spell failed inexplicably. I don't plan to cover up my aura anymore. I just want to regain my place in the escape method!"
The Blood Moon Demon Lord panted violently, exhaled a few mouthfuls of ghost energy, and said: "I and the Xuanyin Orb are intertwined in life and death. The ghost body can possess the magic weapon. The speed of escape is rare in the world. What if the Tang Xuan child notices it?"
"The Demon King has unparalleled magic!"
Huo Yan looked happy, he could leave safely after the Blood Moon Demon Lord lured Tang Xuan away.
Half an hour later.
The formation restrictions in the bamboo forest disappeared, ghost energy rose into the sky like wolf smoke, and a jet-black light flew towards Jiuzhou.
"Little Tang Xuan, I will come back again!"
The light escaped at an extremely fast speed and disappeared from sight in an instant, leaving only a black line across the sky. It was obviously an arrogant provocation.
The words have not yet fallen.
Three-color escaping light rose up in the Spiritual Fire Palace, and followed the trail to pursue him, several times faster than the Blood Moon Demon Lord.
"Ah! How dare he burn longevity energy?"
The Blood Moon Demon Lord's face changed drastically, and he felt regret and despair in his heart. If he had known this, he should have saved more life.
At the moment of despair, madness flashed in the Blood Moon Demon Lord's eyes. As soon as the escaping light behind him got closer, he turned around and used the secret technique of fighting to decide life and death with one blow!
Zhou Yi Dunguang got closer and closer, his spiritual consciousness swept across the Xuanyin Orb, and he noticed that the Blood Moon Demon Lord was dying. Not only did he not kill him. Instead, he slowed down the speed of escaping light, hung from behind slowly, and used lightning bombardment from a distance.
Boom boom boom...
The sound of thunder was continuous, hundreds of thunderbolts were woven into a net, and the Xuanyin Orb was wrapped in the pocket.
"Damn it! This guy is so cunning and treacherous!"
The Blood Moon Demon Lord looked at the figure several miles away. Even if he risked his life to strike, he could easily dodge it with the opponent's escape speed.
"This fellow ghost cultivator is from the Ghost King Sect?"
Zhou Yi asked loudly: "A few days ago, my poor Taoist brother died at the end of his life for no apparent reason. Is it because my fellow Taoist cast a spell to assassinate him?"
"So what?"
The Blood Moon Demon Lord threatened: "I have the magic mark left by the sect. If you dare to kill me, you will be hunted endlessly by the ancestor of Nascent Soul until you die!"
"To survive by resorting to such despicable means, it seems that my Taoist friend has really run out of gas."
Zhou Yi's hand mines were constantly bombarding the Xuanyin Orb, and the spirit of the Blood Moon Demon Lord possessed by it was on the verge of collapse.
The blood moon demon king's eyes flashed with anger, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of original ghost energy. The Xuanyin orb bloomed with turbulent ghostly divine light, turning into a demonic cloud of more than ten acres and shrouding Zhouyi.
brush!
The three-color escaping light manifested, and Zhou Yi appeared dozens of miles away in an instant. No matter how the demonic cloud rolled in, he could not be hurt at all.
"I can not be reconciled!"
The Blood Moon Demon King was already at the end of his life, and he lost his vitality one after another, and his ghost body collapsed on its own.
A stream of ghost energy flew out from the Xuanyin Orb, stained the Xuanwu Divine Armor, and turned into a scarlet-eyed grimace mark.
"As expected of the demon saint, he can even block the tracking spell of the ancestor of Nascent Soul."
Zhou Yi used his magic power to wash away several times, only to see that the grimace mark quickly dimmed, which was far easier to eliminate than to stick to the body. He waved his hand and cast the Pure Yang Spirit Fire, burning and tempering the Xuanyin Orb for a long time until there was no trace of ghost energy left.
His spiritual consciousness scanned the Xuanyin Orb and saw mountains of spiritual stones and spiritual objects, hundreds of jade slips, and various magic weapons and pill bottles inside.
"The demonic monks are not necessarily bad people. If we can get a few more True Lords delivered to our door like this, we may be able to directly accumulate enough resources to be promoted to Nascent Soul. Why worry about the lack of success in our path?"
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