Chapter 923 Wanye
The red-haired Tushan Jun breathed in the long-lasting magic power.
From a breath to a whale swallowing.
It seemed that the one standing there was not a cultivator more than seven feet tall, but an unparalleled Kunpeng that opened a terrifying mouth like the abyss of heaven and hell, and the whole world became his sustenance.
Luo Tianfeng, who looked normal, narrowed his eyes slightly.
Of course, he knew that this weapon spirit was in the mountain realm, and he also expected that the loss of magic power would be considerable. However, although it looked huge, in fact, the magic power was not too much, just more than 20%.
You have to know that his body is just an unstable third step.
Because of the relationship between his residual soul and flesh and blood, it remains in this state.
Luo Manping still stood barefoot beside the young man.
A strange color flashed in his eyes.
The cedar demon was shocked and sneered: "The mountain realm that is about to starve to death?"
"Young man, how dare you bully me like this."
"Since you want to die, drink your evil ghost blood first. After bathing in your evil blood, I will welcome a new life from this snowy world and return to the world!"
"The magic of the Great Snow Mountain!"
The cedar demon looked up to the sky and roared.
Extremely squeezed the vitality.
The world was frozen for 30,000 miles, and all things were silent and frost was running alone.
The saint's magnificent light was like the sun that shook the world, and the bright white divine light completely illuminated the world.
At the same time.
The figure of the sky demon, which was terrifying for no reason, stretched out, as if it was free from the world, but there was a shadow that firmly suppressed the world in the distant sky, and the moon-like eyes seemed to turn the world into white.
"I didn't expect this ancient demon to have such courage."
Luo Manping said in surprise.
With his great saintly power, he would not be shaken by the mountain realm, and his body-protecting divine light also enveloped Luo Tianfeng, blocking everything for him.
Luo Tianfeng hugged his shoulders and said lightly: "If he didn't even have this little bit of magic, he wouldn't have been able to escape from the hands of the Ten Laws for several years."
"The Great Snow Mountain Divine Art he practiced is the sect-protecting art of the Great Snow Mountain in the northern border, supplemented by the Blood Refining Magic Sutra. He is said to be in the mountain realm, but in fact, his strength has long been the best among the virtual saints."
"But it is indeed as the spirit of the weapon said. Years of hunger have caused his strength to decline sharply."
"Hungry."
Luo Manping said softly.
Everyone thinks that becoming a cultivator can eat wind and drink dew, but in fact, without spiritual energy to replenish the lost mana, without the nourishment of natural materials and treasures, the body will also age.
When you get older, your qi and blood will decline, and your mana will be unsustainable, and your realm will naturally fall.
Just like one of the eight elders in the clan, he once rushed to the Dao Lord for a short time, but because of his age, his realm fell after ten thousand years.
Luo Manping groaned, "Even so, it should be a tough battle." As he said that, he looked at the red-haired figure standing under the snow. The world was vast, and his figure was so small. He did not look down on Tushan Jun. However, a 'Daoyan' type cultivator obviously could not have too strong strength. It should be noted that human energy is limited. It is impossible to cultivate a high level and dabble in multiple paths at the same time, such as life and death, yin and yang, life, ghosts, blood... Luo Tianfeng laughed, knowing that Luo Manping had made a mistake and regarded Tushan Jun as a cultivator: "You underestimated him." "Underestimate?" "You forgot his identity." "He is not a cultivator, he is a weapon spirit." "Maybe he is older than all of us." "The adults will definitely win!" The child's words were firm without any doubt. "It seems that you have great confidence in him." "Because along the way, no one has ever been a match for the adults." Luo Tianfeng was amused by Yang Wu's innocence. "Hahaha."
"I hope so. If he is not strong enough, he has no qualifications to cooperate with me."
Luo Tianfeng's laughter just now stopped abruptly, and turned into coldness. He looked at the back of the red-haired spirit indifferently: "If you are not qualified to cooperate, you should accept your fate and do your part."
...
"Snow Emperor Slays God."
The virtual figure of the world stretched out his palm, and a supreme snow sword condensed invisibly.
With this slash, all things froze their vitality, as if extinct.
That was pure Cambrian.
It was a heavy snow from ancient times.
It seemed to freeze the future of the retrograde ghost saint to death in this world.
"Die!"
The snow demon was indeed not a demon.
He was an ancient demon, and he practiced the Great Dao.
That is, the Dao follows nature.
With such a pure Dao, how could he be associated with a demon, and how could he see that the other party was a blood-sucking monster.
However, he did it just like that, and from that dry body, I don't know how powerful the power burst out, to completely submerge the red figure.
Immortal Eyes.
Looking around.
The divine light burst like fire from the sky.
The ancient demon holding the sword screamed.
The supreme snow figure behind him actually ignited a blazing flame.
Not only that, even the palm of his sword was ignited. The ancient demon, in pain, let go of his sword happily. He was like throwing away a piece of red-hot iron, and he dared not hold the magic sword again.
The snow melted.
Melted by the flames.
Maybe it was really a flame.
What a horrifying scene, the whole white sky and earth quickly faded, and the magic sword thrown away by the ancient demon was like a seed, planted, and then, the boundless fire of karma swept the universe.
It seemed that there was only a tall figure standing in the void in the sky and on the ground.
The ancient demon asked in horror: "Who are you?!"
Yes.
In the eyes of the ancient demon, the red-haired ghost saint standing on the divine fire in the sky was a great demon.
And it's not just a big demon but an ancient demon.
His body is completely unknown.
A pair of black and red eyes are like the sun and the moon,
If he didn't pay attention, the world would be swept away by the fire of karma in his eyes.
This flame burns from the heart of a person, burning away hostility, evil spirits, murderous spirits, and everything else.
How could he not see such a sky-burning fire? However, this karmic fire that purified the world came from the hands of a great demon. I really don't know whether it should be called an accident or irony.
One step misses the mark.
Karmic fire burns the sky.
The turbid gas descends and burns the earth,
The red-hot sky and the hell-like fertile fields are like blooming flowers.
The ancient demon was horrified to find that he had nowhere to hide, because he was in a cage and could not tear open the void to avoid it.
He really wanted to leave, he didn't want to fight this ancient demon.
This horrible thing shouldn't be in the mountains at all.
He didn't even understand why this ancient demon was in the mountain realm despite being bathed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, wrapped in the netherworld.
Under this kind of holy pressure, the ancient demon felt the passage of life more and more. He completely understood that he might die, but if he didn't fight hard, he would never have a chance.
Hands together.
The pine tree holding up the sky moved.
"disease."
The giant pine shook the world and opened the blockade.
The shackles are gone.
The magic iron comes to an end.
The ancient demon seemed to feel the decrease in the cage's seal on him. It was because someone specifically asked him to let go of his hands and feet, so he released his body-protecting holy weapon, allowing him to defeat the demon in front of him in the strongest form holding the weapon.
Before he had time to think about it, the Zen staff turned into a giant pine tree appeared in his hand.
The ancient demon held a Zen staff and recited a sentence.
Then, his robe turned into blood.
Northern snowy region.
The blood-clothed demon in the Snowy Mountains.
The blood-clothed ancient demon thought: "Amimara Wuliang."
The Zen staff in his hand was suddenly released, and as the blood surged, the ancient demon's withered body seemed to be replenished, and countless powers burst out of the withered body.
The blood refining magic sutra is running.
Asura's shadow merged into his body and made his body grow a horn.
"This is?!"
A look of surprise flashed in Luo Tianfeng's eyes, and he said in surprise: "This is the blood refining chapter of the Ancestral Blood Nerve."
No wonder this ancient demon is hiding in Tibet. It turns out that he is hiding something so terrifying.
This is a good technique.
In the past, it was one of the clan-suppressing magic skills of the powerful vampire clan in the underworld.
It's a pity that as powerful as the Vampire Clan, it will also decline. After the death of the Blood God, the entire Vampire Clan fell into pieces and was quickly lost in the long river of history.
No wonder he can refine the blood of the Asura clan, it turns out to be this secret method.
Luo Manping said in a deep voice: "How about I take action?"
He felt that the restrictions on the ancient demon should not be lifted. Without the help of the holy soldiers, he would have been killed by the weapon spirit.
Luo Tian's face was gloomy and he didn't speak.
He wanted the skills, but he also wanted to see the strength of the weapon spirit.
Since the ancient demon has such strength, there is no harm in waiting.
The ancient demon was about to take action when he suddenly felt a burning heat coming from his palm.
Then, his palms burned again.
He stared hard at his palms, his face distorted unconsciously. He obviously had monstrous strength and invincible skills, but he was controlled by others at a very early stage.
If he could hide better, get more divine blood, and practice more deeply...
He didn't have time to think too much, because he could no longer hold the Zen staff.
The flames told him to let go.
It was a bloody bite.
In an instant, his white palms turned into white bones.
Finally, the ancient demon shouted.
The snowy air swept away and rushed towards the sky.
Boom.
Countless cracks appeared in the prison realm, like a cracked mirror.
The ancient demon was overjoyed.
He felt more and more that his idea was right. He didn't need to fight to the death with that damn demon. As long as he opened the cage, he could turn into snowflakes and float in the world.
Just when he was about to squeeze out of his body, a figure had already walked in front of him.
The soul of the ancient demon emerged and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist!"
He was greeted by fists that were getting closer.
As big as a casserole.
It suddenly bloomed in his eyes.
It's like a meteor falling, and it's like a vast sun.
boom!
With his body staggered, he looked at his missing arm in shock. When he wanted to take action again, a green and white finger had already touched his forehead.
The purple-black nails held his body in place, not because of the fingers, but because of a black-red thread running through his head, piercing into the sea of consciousness and locking his soul.
"Fellow Taoist, listen to me."
"You have such courage."
"The two of us can fight our way out of here by working together, why should we be controlled by others!"
Tu Shanjun looked at the ancient demon who was opening his mouth to argue, but said nothing.
Even without any words.
The pressure is divine, as brilliant as the power of heaven.
Calm eyes passed over.
Said softly:
"Wanye Immortal, Wanye Fire."
"God and I are indestructible!"
"Fellow."
"Please enter the banner!"
Bang.
The head turned into powder.
The soul fell into the hands of ghosts.
Refined instantly.
A few moments