The seventeen whales of Wei Dynasty swallowed Kun and sucked in the demonic energy continuously. The Yuanyin corpse Gelsemium was just a drop in the bucket. The demonic power of the ancient monsters was no different from a great tonic. Their blood and energy were like burning fire cooking oil, and they grew stronger. The restriction on Sanmao Peak is quite mysterious. After a while, the glow flickers and closes gradually. The monster seems to have noticed something. It uses up the remaining demonic power, suddenly stretches out a ghost claw, and pulls the restriction hard, breaking it. Suddenly, the force of the restriction disintegrated, and it could no longer be trapped.
The tiger and leopard broke through the iron cage to escape, and the golden lock was opened to drive away the dragon. The monster was overjoyed and was about to jump out of the mountain and eat all the people in the mountain. Suddenly, a chill came over his heart and his body stagnated. On the top of Sanmao Peak, outside the restrictions, someone seems to be waiting to take it down. If they hadn't intentionally broken the restrictions, it would have had to suffer for who knows how many years. The monster hesitated for a moment, and then made up its mind. If the other party had magical powers, he would bow at his feet and listen to his orders. If he was mediocre and happened to open the restriction, he would swallow him alive and give him the best in the world. The tomb can be regarded as repaying the favor.
The monster showed a ferocious smile and stared into three pairs of narrow willow-leaf eyes. It let out a long-suppressed roar in its belly. It kicked its legs and its huge body turned into a stream of black smoke. It summoned the monster's power and flew out of the mountain. The ancestral hall of the ancestor of the Qixia Sect collapsed suddenly, and the large and small gravels slowly rose up, turning into countless tiny stone fragments, like rolling smoke clouds. Wei Shiqi took a deep breath, used all his strength to activate the abyss of blood in his heart, and used his magical power to spread his five fingers and use his right palm. Slowly pressing it down, a crack suddenly opened in the palm of his hand. It looked like an eye but not an eye, and it looked like a mouth but not a mouth. A streak of blood spurted out and rolled towards the monster, swallowing up 30% of the black smoke.
The monster turned over and fled back to the mountain. It was furious, feeling ashamed and annoyed, but also secretly feeling a sense of fear. Its origin is not small, it is a big monster that was born in ancient times. It is rampant in the world and eats people like hemp. The monks are jealous of it, hate it, fear it, want to surrender it, use it and enslave it, but it is born Arrogant and unyielding, he has been fighting with his peers for thousands of years, only to be provoked by powerful forces to suppress him and imprison him in Sanmao Peak. Deep in its heart, there is still a trace of pride. Even with its vast power, it only uses its earth veins to kill the demonic energy, making it weak, and does not take its life rashly. However, tens of millions of years later, someone broke the restriction and let it out, but treated it like a pig or sheep, without even saying hello, and swept away the remaining demonic energy, including his grandma's, his grandma's, etc. Is there any justice in this world?
Before it could recover, the bloody light rolled down again, destroying everything and devouring everything. The monster knew that its life was hanging by a thread, so it didn't dare to begrudge its demonic power anymore. It used every means, like a cow in mud into the sea, and it couldn't do anything to the opponent. It secretly resented that it was inconvenient to move around in the heart of the mountain, and the restriction was unbreakable. There was only one gap for escape, but it was blocked by someone, making it restrained.
The blood light came and went like electricity, brushing past one after another, like a jackal biting its prey, biting each piece of flesh and blood. The monster circled around in the belly of the mountain. In just over ten breaths, it shrank to the size of an ordinary person. It felt its heart skip a beat and opened its mouth. Spouting out a broken demon pill, the gecko cut off its tail, and using the light of blood to attract it, it flew out of the cave and fell into the ruins of the ancestral hall.
Wei Shiqi's eyes lit up, and countless small blood symbols appeared one after another. He took one look at the monster, and his whole body became cold. His will to die suddenly disappeared, and he felt despair. He relaxed in one breath, and black smoke billowed into it. It was in the shape of a dragon, covered in scales and armor, with two horns on its head and three pairs of narrow eyes on its face. It stared at Wei Shiqi and suddenly said, "What do you want?"
Wei Shiqi pulled out the Poison Dragon Sword, pointed the sword tip flatly at the opponent, and said nothing, letting him understand. The bloody light rolled out from the belly of the mountain, full of murderous intent, and the monster could not be avoided. In desperation, I had to abandon everything, force out a ray of soul, and throw it into the Poisonous Dragon Sword. Even if I was unwilling, it was better. The soul is destroyed.
The blood light swallowed up all the demonic power and penetrated into Wei Shiqi's palm. The abyss of blood in his heart flourished, exuding joy and encouragement. Waves of heat flowed back and forth, repairing the body. Wei Shiqi smiled slightly and lowered his head to take a closer look at the Poison Dragon Sword. The brilliance of the sword was flowing, and there was a faint spirit swimming back and forth. It looked like a swimming dragon, but it was paradoxical. He returned the sword and sheathed it, feeling very satisfied in his heart. He had obtained this "horcrux" by chance. Ordinary cultivators were no longer his match. If he met cultivators like Li Shi again, they would only become his resources.
Wei Shiqi turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall. He looked up and saw that Taoist Yiqing had surrendered Zhao Yanzhi. Qiu Ming Sword penetrated his thigh. The blood flow had stopped and there was no immediate danger of his life. He stayed alive just to ask a few questions. Zhao Yanzhi also knew that if the sword just now had been aimed at the vital point, he would have become the victim of the sword. A real man can take things and let them go, and he is willing to admit defeat. He does not pretend to be stubborn. He answers whatever Wei Shiqi asks. He neither begs for mercy nor conceals anything. He puts life and death aside, and he has a lot of integrity.
According to Zhao Yanzhi, this time Xingchuan branch cooperated with the Han army to take down the Tianlong Gang, and the troops were divided into two groups. He and Li Muli should cooperate with the outside to attack the Jinkou branch medicine refining hall. Deng Mao led the troops to attack the Tongling general branch with thunderous momentum. Li Mu The light cavalry failed to arrive in time due to heavy rain, and was fled into the Qixia Mountains by the young gang leader Xia Yun. Tongling General Helms had fallen, and Dafeng, Leize, and Yunmen Halls were stubbornly resisting. How could they withstand the impact of the Han army's cavalry? Death is imminent, and there are very few survivors.
The Tianlong Gang has been operating for decades, and even though it has many masters, it will never collapse at the first touch. But this time Deng Mao came prepared, and all the martial arts people recruited from the Jiangdu camp came out, and there were also two immortal city monks who came with them, Zhao Yanzhi After receiving the tip, I was deeply grateful. Deng Quji was not Deng Pu. He held military power and was unscrupulous. If he had not surrendered to the Han army early, he would have become a dead soul under the iron heel.
The Tianlong Gang leader's affair was over, Deng Mao garrisoned in Tongling, and immediately sent people into Shenjing Mountain to capture the old gang leader Xia Quji. Xia Quji went to seek immortality and was accompanied by an iron guard. He was not alone. There was also Taoist Luolin in Shenjing Mountain to take care of him. It was said that there was no chance of failure. However, Deng Mao asked two Taoist monks to go into the mountain in person. A group of martial arts masters ran around at his command. You will definitely get it, Xia Qi is as fast as a turtle in an urn, there is no escape.
What makes Zhao Yanzhi puzzled is that after a mere summer of illness, he is old and frail, and his days are numbered. Is it necessary to mobilize troops like this?
The grievances and grievances of the Tianlong Gang were just the grievances and grievances of mortals. Wei Shiqi didn't take it seriously. He walked past Zhao Yanzhi, casually pulled out the Qiu Ming Sword, threw it to Taoist Yiqing, and walked back up the mountain without stopping. . Taoist Yiqing felt relieved and had a smile on his face. Knowing that he allowed him to continue to follow, Zhao Yanzhi also breathed a sigh of relief. The sword wound on his leg was bleeding profusely and the pain was unbearable. He reached out to tap on the acupoints to stop the bleeding. Tear off the skirt and wrap it tightly.
Taoist Yiqing struck out with his backhand sword and cut off Zhao Yan from the back of the neck. Qiu Ming's sword cut through iron like mud and was extremely sharp. A Liuyang leader rolled to the ground and spun around for several times. He refused to close his eyes and his body collapsed. , blood spurted out, and his hands and feet kept twitching. Killing people and silencing them was just a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning. The Taoist shook off the blood on his sword and hurriedly followed Wei Shiqi without even mentioning it.
