Chapter 919 Increase the stakes

Chapter 919 Increase the stakes

In front of the Nirvana Palace, a tall monk with red hair danced wildly on the bridge.

The surging demonic flames turned into clouds in the sky, and they were as fierce and sinister as mountains of soldiers.

With one step forward, the upper and lower heavenly secrets were completely locked, and the sacred text merged into the Tao and turned into black and red seal carvings.

He raised his eyes, and divine light burst out like mist, more like a god resurrected and looking down at the nine heavens and ten earths.

Even the originally restless sea of ​​blood became still when the black-robed Taoist walked by.

Luo Manping, who was sitting cross-legged on top of Shura's corpse, was overjoyed.

The blood-eyed Asura Dharma looked up to the sky and roared, suddenly becoming ten thousand feet high.

The head is like Mount Song, the teeth are like door leaves, the two scarlet divine eyes are like the rotation of the sun, moon and stars, and the two arms hanging from the sky are raised brazenly. The world seems to be upside down at this moment.

After the blood-eyed Asura was completely solidified, Luo Manping's body turned into a ray of divine light and rushed into the Asura's appearance.

"Is this the image of a saint?"

"He simply possesses the power of heaven and earth!"

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but admire.

No wonder Luo Manping came out with bold words. He indeed had a powerful enough power to be called terrifying. The Ten Thousand-Zhang Dharma was like an ancient demon manifesting in the heaven and earth, sitting in the Nirvana Blood Palace. The six-armed Shura Blood Corpse in the original blood pool was He was suppressed severely and could not move.

Blood-eyed Shura twisted his hand seal plate and sat down.

The six-armed corpse, as huge as a mountain and as bright as a great realm, lay dormant and motionless, as if it had been completely subdued by the Blood-Eyed Shura.

Blood-eyed Shura quickly transformed from ten thousand feet into a tall figure, which seemed to be no different from the original Luo Manping. However, when the holy text appeared, even though the figure was no longer tall, it still exuded a shocking power.

Like an underworld god sitting cross-legged on the iron mountain of hell.

Chant loudly.

The bloody corpse seemed to have stopped all of a sudden. The boundless blood energy turned into the finest energy, and the blood gold was melted into it, causing the six-armed corpse that Blood-Eyed Shura sat on to quickly wither.

The six-armed corpse seemed to want to resist, but the three handprints of the war-blooded Shura from far away were like three mountains, firmly suppressing the restless body.

Luo Manping, who was chanting sutras, felt like an ancient sage arriving at this moment.

The secret scroll of mantra came out of his mouth.

The sound is like bells and drums, like an insult from ancient times.

This scene is branded in my heart.

"Shura rides on the corpse, Yama is resurrected!"

On the sacred bridge, Tu Shanjun's expression was solemn, with a hint of excitement hidden under the solemnity. Perhaps such a method could really bring the dead back to life. Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to use Asura's Blood Soul Resurrection. Fu: "The soul is back!"

The Yin God in the sun wheel opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and infinite blood light burst out like a divine pillar, the color of blood gold.

The boy's Yin Shen seemed to have turned into a baby in an instant, but this baby was not young, but very huge, like the descendant of the ancient god of waste.

The Yin Shen is struggling in the Tao womb.

The originally dry divine light became full with the infusion of blood gold.

In an instant, a divine fetus as round as the moon appeared.

The sound of long breathing came from the Yin Shen of An Ran's divine fetus.

Even the body started to move with the rhythm.

Under the pouring of blood gold, the Yin God seemed to have a physical body. After a while, the Yin God fully showed its vitality. With the opening of the third eye on the forehead, the subtle vitality was like a young but tough sapling. Under the watering of golden blood and innate divine light, it grew into a towering tree.

"The blood and bones are already made."

On the long bridge of the shrine, Tushanjun took out a wisp of blood soul.

Drop it into your hand and shake it gently.

The blood soul turned into a small flag.

Shake the blood flag.

The six-armed War Blood Shura, a phantom in the distance, turned into a blood-gold seed after the explosion of light.

It looks like a mark and a long horn.

The one-horned seal is engraved with terrifying saint lines, as if what hangs in the temple is not a Taoist species but a huge and vast world. The War-Blooded Shura just now was just a person who walked out of the world.

"This kind of Tao..."

Tu Shanjun said in a deep voice.

How could the leader of the Asura clan be a general person? Just like in the Eastern Wilderness, all the leaders of the major sects are saints. And the underworld is particularly vast, and all kinds of races compete, so its leader must be at least in the upper two realms. A saint, maybe even a peak saint, is someone who can touch the Dao Lord.

If that were the case, there would be no way for a young Yin Shen to carry the first step.

It is impossible to say that as long as he integrates into this Taoist seed, the young man's Yin Shen will be like a disintegrating glow, scattered into the afterglow of stars, and completely annihilated in the bloody ground.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Just as Tu Shanjun said, he has no means of resurrecting the dead. Yang Wu was already dead when his head was cut off. Even if the dead person can retain his vitality, it will only prolong the process of death. If he does not take a chance at this time, Yangwu's life will eventually disappear.

Moreover, Tushanjun also has his own selfish motives.

He needs someone to practice his art.

He needs more help.

"What are you waiting for, fellow Taoist?!"

Luo Manping urged him.

Standing in front of the divine fetus, Tu Shanjun held the Tao seed in his hand and looked at the Yin Shen who was hugging his knees.

Said: "Success or failure depends on this one move. If you can hold on, you will come back to life. If you can't, your soul will be gone. This time you are facing death, the only person who can help you is yourself."

As if he heard Tu Shanjun's words, Yang Wu's closed eyes turned and his eyelashes trembled.

"pity."

Tu Shanjun let out a long sigh.

Immortal Taoism is actually more suitable.

However, he has saved his disciple with the immortal seed.

Without three hundred years of waiting, it is obviously impossible to condense another Tao seed.

He couldn't wait three hundred years, and neither could Martingale.

"Tao Seed Shura Soul!"

"disease."

A black-red silk thread suddenly flew out of his hand and was wrapped around the horn. The horn pierced the divine fetus in front of him like a steel needle, like a drop of water blending into the lake and the sea.

The unicorn did not cause any waves, and the divine fetus only caused a faint ripple.

As the Tao seed fell, Yang Wu suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of blood, and the pupils and whites of his eyes could not be seen.

The third eye on the forehead is completely replaced by a single horn.

The saint's Dao pattern appears on the single horn, wrapping up the Yin God of Yangwu like complicated seal carvings.

Immediately afterwards, a sideways eye opened from under the horn.

One eye sees clearly black and white.

Twisting and turning.

He seemed to be considering the current situation.

"The compatibility is consistent." Tu Shanjun let out a sigh of relief.

Now that he can safely accept the Tao seed, with the undefeated Shura Tao body, Yang Wu can begin to reshape his body. Even if the flesh and blood under his feet is the flesh and blood of the Great Sage, Luo Manping can suppress and block it, and he can slowly adjust it.

Luo Manping was overjoyed.

His eyes flashed, admiring the monk on the sacred bridge even more.

As expected, he is indeed a master of the Tao of Life and Death. Not only can he achieve such a stable graft, but he can also allow the Yin God to carry the Tao seed. It seems that Tushanjun is very familiar with this method and has completed many cases himself.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what Luo Manping was thinking, but he still stared at the Taoist body in front of him in a prepared manner.

Planting the Tao seed is only the first step. He is very familiar with the Tao body and the Yin God of the monks. There will be basically no accidents when doing this step. Of course, this is also because the Tao seed will not cause much harm to the Yin God. burden.

To say they are species is actually more like fusion.

Next comes the main event.

Examining the little mana he had left, Tu Shanjun's brows darkened.

The ghost hands made seals, recited the mantra, and solemnly said: "Asura's blood and gold are used as bones, and holy blood is used as flesh. The undefeated Asura Taoist body is used as the meridians, and the bones are attached to promote blood circulation. The whole wonderful method is used to cast the body and start!"

A series of thousands of golden seals turned into seal inscriptions.

In the bloody lake, the huge corpse had completely shriveled up and turned into dust.

Under the stimulation of blood gold, a dark red skeleton came out bathed in divine light. The holy bone seemed to be the leader of a great religion, strolling from the bath.

The iron forged with essence and blood completely melted at this moment.

It was like a hundred and eight thousand rays of blood gathered at the feet of the holy bones.

Buzz!

Dao patterns are stirring.

The divine fetus Yin Shen above opened his eyes.

"God and body are in harmony!"

"disease."

The divine fetus suddenly shattered, and a blood-gold figure flew out from it and fell into the holy bones.

The skeleton's empty eyes seemed to be ignited in an instant.

The two netherworld flames turned into beating eyes.

Bloodshot blood gathered.

The physical body solidified instantly.

Exuding vitality.

A tall body appeared in front of the two people.

"It's done?!"

Luo Manping was overjoyed.

Raise your arms and shout.

It's really happened now.

He successfully resurrected the leader's body.

Tu Shanjun's eyes couldn't help but widen. He saw the reversal of death in front of him. The aura of death had faded away, only the vitality was as alive as life. He couldn't help but tremble. He opened his mouth to shout, but stopped abruptly, showing his difficulty. An expression of trust but having already thought of it.

"broken."

"The Yin God of Martingale is too fragile."

"The Taoist species cannot balance this body."

"Fellow!"

Tu Shanjun quickly looked at Luo Manping: "Don't take action yet."

Luo Manping shook his head and said: "Once the seal suppresses the physical body, everything you have done will be in vain."

"Now he can only rely on himself."

"I can't just watch..."

Tushanjun's expression changed drastically.

It was too late for him to hear Luo Manping's next words.

He narrowed his eyes, opened his bloody mouth, stretched his blue-white ghost hand in, took out a three-foot-long flag, and threw it towards the figure standing above the blood-colored lake without any hesitation.

The figure grasped the soul flag.

Eyes opened suddenly.

The light in his eyes suddenly burst out.

It is like the rotation of the two divine powers of the lunar sun and the sun.

The dharma body without support quickly declined, and after dispersing Tushanjun's face, it turned into bones and dust and fell to the ground.

Luo Manping was surprised by this sudden change.

However, what surprised him even more was that his physical body, which was on the verge of collapse, gradually stabilized.

As the two divine lights of the lunar sun and the sun were hidden in his eyes, the tall monk with three eyes and one horn gradually came back to his senses. He first looked at the three-foot soul flag in his hand, and then looked at the monks on the sacred bridge.

On the sacred bridge, Luo Manping, who was waiting for good news, flew down.

Half kneeling on the ground.

Unable to hide his excitement, he saluted and said: "The power of Asura's Ten Dharmas, the Great Saint Luo Manping, pays homage to the leader!"

A rich voice came from the mouth of the tall monk.

"How long?"

"Reporting to the leader, I have been gone for nine years."

"Nine years."

The man murmured softly.

With a wave of his hand, the black gold robe was added to cover his body: "Is Protector Zuo back?"

"Already on the way."