Chapter 213: Just follow the gourd and draw the scoop, I can still make mistakes

Chapter 213: Just follow the gourd and draw the scoop, I can still make mistakes

After the slap, Liao Wenjie slowly descended from the sky and sat cross-legged on Copper Coin Mountain.

He originally thought that exhausting all the Bloody Mind Power in one breath would stop the demonic power from continuing to operate, and he would be able to escape.

Killing the old monster from Montenegro and consuming too much accumulated magic power, it’s the best of both worlds. It’s perfect.

The result is that he is less clever and thinks less. If he could easily solve the problem of being possessed, there wouldn't be so many senior masters gone forever.

At least Taoist Yun Su, who was tricked to death by Leon, could still be saved when he went crazy.

The Blood Sea Demon's Manual Sutra continued to operate, and at the moment when the blood-colored mind power was cleared, the technique began to operate on its own, and increased wildly at an almost exaggerated speed.

Liao Wenjie's eyes were red, and he opened his eyes slightly to look at Yan Chixia and others in the distance, with boundless desire rising in his heart. He wanted to see how high the blood could spray when Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen's heads flew up.

Also, is the hot-blooded Ning Caichen stronger, or is Yan Chixia, who has practiced martial arts all year round, better?

The other two female ghosts, with their coquettish and pretentious voices, were an eyesore. If their hands and feet were cut off, they would definitely cry for a long time.

"Hey hey hey——"

With a faint smile on his lips, Liao Wenjie pushed up his knees and stood up. Guessing is useless. Only practice can lead to true knowledge. First, try to see whose blood splashes higher, and then who cries louder.

Buzz!

Just when he opened the red wings of his ghost hand, the black curtain behind him opened without any warning, and the dark wind rolled out, pouring an icy coldness on him, making him wake up.

"It is indeed a magic power. It is so evil. Otherwise, how could I have such an idea..."

Liao Wenjie gritted his teeth, not to mention who was more energetic, but only on the latter question, which of the two girls cried louder. There are obviously other ways, but just tearing apart arms and legs at every turn is not economical at all.

Bang!

Black light burst out and rushed out of the palm pit. The black stream of light arrived in an instant. The skeleton with a stone mask on its face rushed in front of Liao Wenjie, punched out with both fists, and knocked him into the curtain.

You're careless, the old Black Mountain monster is not dead yet.

As his body fell into the underworld, Liao Wenjie had only one thought in his mind. It was all because of the magic power that made him insane. Otherwise, with his temperament, he would have stabbed the corpse a few times no matter what.

No matter how bad it is, he will stay far away and use the Jinshan Mountain to press him twice.

…

Hades.

Liao Wenjie fell to the plain, and his body slid for tens of meters. Two red ghost hands plowed the ground, and then he slowly stopped his momentum.

Without thinking too much about the life and death of the old Black Mountain demon, Liao Wenjie was shocked to find that the blood-colored thoughts in his body were still growing crazily, but he was not affected by the blood-thirsty demonic thoughts. His mind was clear, and he had neither changed his character nor lost his mind. Counting from one to One hundred is no problem at all.

"What's going on? Does it have anything to do with the underworld?"

Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly and vaguely remembered that the moment when his mind became clear happened to be when the passage to the underworld was opened. If there is any connection between the two...

He tried to take the initiative to practice the blood-colored mind power and speed up the operation speed of the technique, and he succeeded; he also tried to stop the blood-sea demon from copying the sutra, and it was also successful. The magic technique that he used to give no face to was extremely well-behaved today.

"No way, it actually succeeded!"

Liao Wenjie was slightly stunned, and after a moment he grinned. At this point, he was a little unsure whether the Blood Sea Moro Handwritten Sutra was really practiced wrong, but he found the correct place to practice.

This is an underworld technique and cannot be practiced in the human world.

I am happy and disappointed, with mixed emotions.

He is happy because the power of this magic skill is self-evident. If he finds the right way to practice it, he will not let himself be slaughtered by demons that he cannot defeat.

Before the murderous intention arises, run into the underworld and pour a basin of cold water on it, and you will immediately get rid of the devil's predicament. The magic power can also be used as a conventional method.

I just pick up the underworld from time to time... ahem, pick up the wool from the underworld. Without the owner's consent, it feels a bit like petty theft.

The disappointment is due to self-blame. He is a serious and virtuous person, but he would be happy because he got stuck in a magic bug. He feels ashamed just thinking about it. He...

He has fallen.

"Hey hey hey..."

"I have no choice but to do it, and I don't want to. The worst thing I can do is hold back a little bit. As long as no one knows about it, I haven't done it!"

Liao Wenjie comforted himself with good words, it didn't matter if he knew, as long as he killed him with one bite, without evidence it was equivalent to slander.

Rumble————

In the distance, the iron cavalry roared, and he spread his wings behind his back, floating in the air to look.

Within sight, hundreds of cavalrymen came flying in the air. The ghost general who led them had a black stone mask on his face, which was exactly the same as the one worn by the old demon from Montenegro.

"Old demon from Montenegro?"

"kill!"

Liao Wenjie tried a question, but the ghost general didn't answer. He pulled out the sword wrapped in ghost energy, and when he raised his hand, the dark sword energy was released crazily.

Ding! Ding! Ding---

Liao Wenjie held up a red umbrella to block the sword energy, flapped his wings and flew high above the cavalry team, pressed down with his backhand, and with a loud bang, people and horses were included, taking photos of hundreds of cavalry teams.

The black stone mask shot out at a speed that was too fast for the naked eye to catch. It was no longer traceable in just a blink of an eye.

"What kind of operation is this? I slapped you to death?"

Not a word of nonsense, he came all the way just to kill people, Liao Wenjie was stunned by this simple and dark wind.

There is a saying that goes well, when things go wrong, there must be monsters. The old monster from Montenegro has occupied the underworld city in vain for many years. Even if he only relies on his fists to conquer the world, he is not a person who is good at calculations, but he will not be a brainless person. There must be deep meaning in doing so.

An hour later, Liao Wenjie shot the tenth cavalry team to death and realized that the old Black Mountain monster was mentally retarded, but he was still the best with astonishing perseverance in repeated defeats.

However, this top speedster ran so fast that even a network of red threads couldn't stop it.

He wanted to leave the underworld but couldn't find the right way out, so he counted on Yan Chixia to open the door. The latter was seriously injured and had not been recuperating for three to five months. It was difficult to get off the kang, so it was impossible to save him.

"That old demon from Montenegro doesn't want to consume me alive in the underworld, right?"

Liao Wenjie raised his brows and roughly understood what he was talking about. He slapped a group of cavalry to death, took out a few meat buns from the red umbrella with his backhand, and murmured as he ate them.

Yan Chixia said that the flesh and blood body cannot stay in the underworld for a long time. At least it will cause the root of the disease, and the person will not be like a human or a ghost. At worst, the soul will be separated from the body and wander in the underworld and never be able to leave.

Even those who are practicing will be corrupted by flesh and blood, and their souls can only cling to the withered bones.

Liao Wenjie is not too worried. As long as he uses his blood mind power, the yin energy will enter his body and be refined to replenish the energy loss. He has no worries about starving to death.

However, the old Black Mountain demon would make sneak attacks from time to time, seriously interfering with his cultivation. Moreover, it was not easy to stay in the underworld all the time. The nights were long and he had many dreams, so he had to find a way to leave.

Thinking of this, he took out the tauren token and called the tauren here to come to help.

I made up my mind that no matter who came, I would give him a good beating until the other person begged for mercy, and then reluctantly give him a chance to make amends.

After several paging calls, Niutou did not show up to respond. I don't know whether he was frightened by the power of the old demon from Montenegro, or because he was warned by Yan Chixia last time and pinched the phone cord in his hand after returning.

At this time, the bloody thought power was fully cultivated, and it was advancing vigorously, and continued to operate without satisfaction.

After all, it is a magic skill. Liao Wenjie did not dare to let it be too unrestrained. He guided the red mind power to involve the cornucopia. While keeping the total amount constant, he began to frantically cast money 24 hours a day.

As long as he uses it quickly, the speed of blood-colored telekinesis training will not be able to catch up with him!

A moment later, another group of cavalry died under his palms. Liao Wenjie could not bear the disturbance and pulled out the Sword of Victory from the Red Umbrella.

With only two legs and the red wings behind his back, he couldn't catch up with the mask of the old Black Mountain demon, but he could do it with sword control, and a major prerequisite for practicing sword control was to hone his sword intention.

Liao Wenjie does not have the sword intention, he has the palm intention. The Tathagata Palm activated by the bloody mind is his palm intention, which is also his power.

With one force, you can subjugate ten groups, and let you have thousands of Taoist methods and magical powers, and they will all be slapped to death!

Strength and killing, this is his power!

Once a warrior gains power and has a glimpse of the martial arts, he is invincible from then on and can conquer the world.

Xia Hou, Yan Chixia, Gui Jiang, and Tian Can, these people are all powerful warriors. The difference is that the first three have sword power, while Tian Can...leg power?

No matter what kind of posture it is, it is all due to inherent deficiencies in the technique, such as the Laishen Palm.

Liao Wenjie knew that his Tathagata palm was a slap in the face, with no mercy or mercy in the palm, so it was much less powerful than the original. But the problem was not big, it was enough to have power, as long as he introduced the palm power into the sword , you can hone your sword intent.

"Why I swing my sword is what my sword intention is..."

Liao Wenjie clearly remembered what Yan Chixia had said once, but when it came to him, the cause and effect were completely reversed.

"It's strange. It seems that no matter what kind of martial arts, it will change as soon as it is in my hands... I understand."

He touched his face and lamented that no one was perfect. God had given him a good appearance, so naturally he had to do some tricks on the windows.

"Hmph, this time I'm practicing swordsmanship very well, I'm just trying to draw a gourd, and I can still make mistakes!"

Liao Wenjie hummed, counted the time, waited for a moment, slapped the cavalry team to death, and then began to polish his sword.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with the Victory Evil Sword resting on it... Because it was too short, he could only put his elbows on his knees and hold the Victory Evil Sword in both hands.

With blood-colored thoughts running, he recalled the opportunity when he waved his palm, and at the same time activated the long sword, trying to unite the man and the sword.

…

After a while, he slowly opened his blood-red eyes. All the steps were coordinated perfectly, except that the sword intention was not suppressed.

"It's strange. There's no reason why I can't copy my homework. What's wrong?"

If there were any martial arts masters here, they would definitely laugh out loud. Liao Wenjie thought that he would have the power to hit Tathagata Palm, which was simply a dream.

There is no shortcut in martial arts, one step at a time. He thinks that his strength is strength and killing, which is purely his personal illusion.

Power is the output attribute of the Tathagata Divine Palm, and killing comes from the bloody mind power that drives the Tathagata Divine Palm. He is far from a warrior who has entered the Tao with one kick.

After several attempts to no avail, during which he killed two cavalry teams, Liao Wenjie sighed, shook his head and gave up.

Swordsmanship is not that easy to practice. All he can do now is pick up the sword and practice the boring basic skills of swordsmanship.

"Trouble, how long do you have to practice this..."

Liao Wenjie frowned, his eyes flashed red, and he subconsciously injected blood-colored thoughts into the Victory Evil Sword.

In an instant, blood-colored thoughts crazily poured into it, and the Victory Evil Sword trembled violently. The red light rose and the evil energy became strong.

Oops, something went wrong!

Liao Wenjie was shocked when he saw it, and hurriedly stopped transmitting his telekinesis. He never thought that the Victory Evil Sword and the blood-colored telekinesis would be in perfect harmony, like dry firewood igniting at the drop of a hat, and like an infatuated man and a woman complaining about each other. The auras of the two were closely connected, leaving him as the tool to pull the strings aside. No matter how much he shouted to stop, he couldn't stop.

"It's unreasonable. My sword and my mind power dare not listen to me..."

Liao Wenjie's eyes glowed red, his mind was shaken, and he pulled away from the Shengxie Sword. The next second, the world was spinning in front of him, and he was dragged into a red world.

Rumble————

A group of cavalry arrived. The leader of the old Black Mountain demon raised his hand to stop the march. He looked at the motionless Liao Wenjie and sneered repeatedly: "Little Taoist priest, your clumsy tricks are extremely vulgar. You want to deceive me even with your little thoughts. It's really ridiculous." !”

The old demon from Montenegro was scheming and as motionless as an old dog, but he was not a fool either. He was careful and careful in order to avoid making things worse. He waved his hands for his two younger brothers to step forward and lead him to his death.