Chapter 609: Killing Ground
Under crisis.
Brother Fan suddenly remembered something. He quickly took out a blue talisman from his arms. There was a clear sword shadow drawn on the talisman. The appearance of the sword shadow was as different as the Ruoshui sword owned by Liu Haiyu. two.
"It seems that the only way is to use the life-saving sword talisman left by my junior uncle."
Just when Senior Brother Fan was about to throw out the sword talisman, a figure fell from the sky.
The visitor has a pair of red fire wings on his back, and his body shape is like fire wings chasing the wind. Without him, it was Xu Yang who happened to be passing by nearby and was attracted by the atmosphere of fighting here.
A long time ago, Xu Yang had a fight with the Qingshui people, and he also understood the Qingshui people's spiritual power fluctuations. Qingshui Ren is an evil cultivator on the list of evil cultivators in Zhongyuan Continent. If this person takes action, most decent people will suffer.
Drawing a sword to help when there is an injustice on the road is the chivalrous style that Xu Yang admires. Moreover, all the major sects, including the Baotian Ghost Sect, encourage their disciples to kill anyone who is on the Zhongyuan Continent’s Evil Cultivator List. Therefore, when Xu Yang found traces of people from Qingshui nearby, he rushed over immediately.
Xu Yang saw Qingshui Man offering his sword array, and the two Taoists opposite were in danger.
Without saying a word, he curled his fire wings behind his back, stepped on the wind and fire, faced Qingshui Ren's sword formation move, and punched out.
"The flame spirit breaks through the golden crow's flowing fire!"
The fist wind condensed, and a fire-breathing golden crow that was dozens of feet in size suddenly appeared.
The fire bird was transformed by the power of the flame spirit of the three-legged Golden Crow Buddha, and it also contained Xu Yang's own unparalleled cultivation. Not long ago, after Xu Yang obtained the power of creation from the Buddha's relics, the Golden Crow Flame Spirit was completely activated. Coupled with the newly generated Buddha's spiritual veins in his body, the power of the Golden Crow Flame Spirit displaying Buddhist attributes at this time was incomparable. And words.
Although it was just a punch of flame spirit, it was like setting up a flying fire killing array.
In an instant, golden light scorched the eyes, flying fire flowed like streams, and thousands of Sanskrit fonts continued to flow on the surface of the Golden Crow. The powerful Buddhist power of correction shone between heaven and earth like the bright sun.
"Boom boom boom!"
Qingshui Ren's sword formation move collided with Xu Yang's punch in the high air.
Flying fire, sword flow, and strong wind.
Calcined, cut, exploded.
The two were only in a stalemate for a moment before Nuo Da's sword formation was engulfed by the Golden Crow's flowing fire.
Seeing this, Qingshui Ren's eyes almost fell out. His move was broken, and blood was pouring from his chest. He quickly shouted: "Brother Blood Monk, help me."
The blood-colored monk not far away had a flash of blood in his eyes, and he used the blood escape technique. The blood mist rolled on his body, turning into a blood shadow and blocking the Qingshui people.
The blood monk lowered his head and placed the hardest gilded incense burner on his head in front of him, as if he were pushing an ox. He opened his hands, fearless of death, and had to resist the residual power of Xu Yang's punch.
At the same time, the man in Qingshui randomly took out a large handful of yellow paper talismans and threw them in front of him. Those yellow paper talismans were like frightened yellow birds, flying around for a while, connected by electric arcs, and hastily formed a small Taoist talisman array.
Without stopping for a moment, Qingshui Ren bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the Taoist formation on the opposite side.
Astonishingly, on the Dao Talisman Formation, the blood light kept flickering, and under the blessing of the power of the Talisman Formation, a phantom of a blood cow appeared. The blood cow's back was like a hill, and it had two horns on its head. On its head, blood-colored Taoist symbols were flowing continuously. Its powerful defensive power was self-evident.
High in the sky, the remaining power of the fist move, Golden Crow and Flowing Fire, arrived as expected.
boom! boom! With two consecutive explosions, the Golden Crow's fire hit the Blood Monk and Blood Ox Dao Talisman formations.
The flowing fire is flying, and the black and yellow colors are shaking.
The fire of the Golden Crow swallowed up the Blood Monk and the Blood Ox Dao Array like a mythical beast from the Sun Palace, burning them violently.
This is no ordinary flame. The power of the flame spirit in it is inherited from the true fire of the sun. It is one of the best existences among the flame spirits. Not to mention calcining other objects, even ordinary flames will be swallowed and calcined by it.
Qingshui Ren took the opportunity to fly out upside down, but his figure was still lifted up by the fire wave airflow generated by the explosion.
He hugged his body as tightly as a ball and flew twenty feet away.
After landing, he barely stood firm. He made a move with one hand, and the Dao sword he had thrown before returned to his hand with a whine. The originally blue sword edge was dull, and the restrictions engraved on it were almost destroyed.
At this time, the tile-red Taoist crown on the Qingshui man's head was also crooked, half of the goatee on his chin was burned off, and holes were burned on the wide Taoist sleeves, like a defeated rooster.
The blood monk collided head-on with Xu Yang's punch, and was thrown down as hard as a cannon being ejected from the chamber.
With a bang, not far behind the man who fell on Qingshui, a pit of several feet in size was made on the ground.
At this time, the blood monk's eyes were dim, his head was facing backward, his neck was crooked, and his hands and feet were bent at angles that the human body could not make. The gilt incense burner above his head was burned into dark red by the power of the flames, emitting black smoke. The five internal organs in the body were displaced and the bones were shattered in more than a hundred places.
Motionless, like a dead man, maybe he is a dead man.
awful!
How miserable!
Really miserable!
The man in Qingshui turned his head to look at Monk Xue, with a look of pity in his eyes. He recalled in his mind the beautiful scene of holding hands with Monk Xue. Tears suddenly filled his eyes, and he curled up the corner of his mouth and said in a trembling voice: " Brother Blood Monk, are you okay?"
As he spoke, he made secrets with his hands, and a series of spiritual lights shot out from the air, landing on the key acupoints on the blood monk's body.
Click, click, click.
The bones of the Blood Monk creaked all over, like a puppet whose head and limbs were misplaced, and then corrected by brute force.
His body was indeed refined by Master Qingshui using spells and the secret techniques of the corpse-driving sect. Although his five internal organs were seriously injured and his bones were broken, he recovered quickly in a very short time. His strong recovery ability is really amazing.
He is a puppet in human form, and he lives up to his name.
The Blood Monk stretched out his hands, twisted his head back and forth, put it in the most correct position, and then said blankly: "I'm fine."
"Brother Blood Monk." Master Qingshui shouted and rushed over, holding the Blood Monk's hand.
Seeing that the Blood Monk's injuries had recovered, Master Qingshui wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve, turned sadness into joy, and murmured: "You are worthy of being my good brother."
Master Qingshui secretly glanced at Xu Yang on the opposite side, and cursed in a low voice: "This Xu Yang and that Liu Haiyu are both evil stars that you can't afford to offend. And every time I see them, they are more terrifying than the last time."
Thinking in his heart, Master Qingshui jumped up and rode on the shoulders of the Blood Monk.
Slapping his butt, he hurriedly said: "Brother Blood Monk, let's go."
The blood mist on the Blood Monk's body rolled, and the two were wrapped in a ball of blood mist. They performed the blood escape technique and fled in a panic without looking back. The speed was so fast that it seemed as if they were not injured. Just a few jumps, they flashed dozens of feet away.
The tenth rule of evil cultivation, run away if you can't beat them.
Seeing Master Qingshui running away, Xu Yang didn't mean to chase him, after all, he still had to rush to Hongshi Cliff. He folded his wings of fire behind him, stabilized his body, and came to the side of the two Taoists.
At this time, a black light swirled on Xu Yang's shoulders, and the demon dragon Minglin appeared. It looked at the disappearing back of Master Qingshui on the opposite side, and said with dissatisfaction: "This fight just ended after warming up, it's really disappointing."
After saying that, Minglin turned his head and saw the two Taoists Fan and Cai on the opposite side staring at it with wide eyes. So he said with disdain: "What are you looking at? Do you want to fight?"
The third rule of the Jianghu law is that you must not confirm your eyes with thugs, otherwise you will have to fight.
Junior Brother Cai felt very embarrassed. Just now, he was beaten by the evil cultivator of Master Qingshui and had almost no power to fight back. Now he was yelled at by an inexplicable little demon dragon. Ten thousand long-legged sheep ran through his mind.
Is it possible that the elite disciples of my Daqinglian Taoist are so useless? Where is the face? I can't help but want to say "What's wrong with looking at you".
However, Senior Brother Fan on the side interrupted him and said, "Thank you for helping me, fellow Taoist. You are so handsome, and even the dragon pet beside you is so domineering. I wonder what sect you belong to?"
Xu Yang glanced at the dark scale on his shoulder.
Dark scale immediately whistled, looking at the distance with a dazed look, as if he had said nothing. To Xu Yang, Dark scale still showed a very obedient look. After all, it is now Xu Yang's parasitic pet, and it can only survive by relying on the power of Xu Yang's blood and soul. The stronger Xu Yang is, the faster its body can recover.
At present, Dark scale is still a long way from its peak, the strength of the real ancient demon dragon.
"I am Xu Yang from the Heavenly Ghost Sect." Xu Yang clasped his fists slightly.
The two Taoists Fan and Cai on the opposite side looked at each other and their faces became solemn.
"So you are a disciple of the Heavenly Ghost Sect. I am Fan Chao of the Qinglian Dojo, and the one next to me is my junior brother Cai Bin." Senior Brother Fan said.
"You scared away the two evil cultivators just now, otherwise my two brothers would have cut off their heads." Junior Brother Cai mustered up the courage to brag.
In the northern region of Zhongyuan Continent, the Taoist sect headed by Qinglian Daochang adheres to the principle of following the laws of nature and takes it as its mission to subdue demons and catch ghosts. However, the Ghost Sect sect headed by Tiangui Sect advocates the power of ghosts and gods. In the eyes of Taoist disciples, Ghost Sect disciples are evil and evil. Although large Ghost Sect sects like Tiangui Sect are also classified as famous and upright sects, Taoist disciples are still unwilling to deal with Ghost Sect disciples, and they don't like each other.
Xu Yang smiled slightly and didn't agree. He naturally knew the gap between Taoist disciples and Ghost Sect disciples. Just like when he and Liu Haiyu first met, Liu Haiyu was also very resistant to Xu Yang.
"So you are a disciple of Zhenlian Daochang, I'm sorry." Xu Yang wanted to say that he knew Liu Haiyu, but on the contrary, he thought it was better not to cause trouble for Liu Haiyu. If the people in the Qinglian Dojo knew that Liu Haiyu and a Ghost Sect disciple were good friends, it would be gossiped.
Seeing that there was no danger around, Senior Brother Fan quietly put the sword talisman he had taken out before back into his pocket.
"It is said that there are many battlefield relics from a thousand years ago in the Qinghuo Demon Realm. The two of us are just here to search for treasures. I guess that's the purpose of Fellow Daoist Xu as well." Senior Brother Fan said.
"That's right." Xu Yang said simply.
"In that case, we won't delay Fellow Daoist Xu's treasure hunt. Let's say goodbye." Senior Brother Fan said with a slight fist.
Xu Yang returned the greeting with a fist and said, "Please."
Fan and Cai identified the direction and left in a hurry.
Xu Yang stood there, looking at the backs of Fan and Cai as they walked away, thinking.
He couldn't help but recall that he had always been accompanied by danger since he entered the Qinghuo Demon Realm. First, he had a feud with the Three Snake Taoists in the Black Stone Basin. In the Jinsha Desert, they met the three sons of Vajra. After they became friends, they cooperated to enter the Five Buddha Vajra Formation, which was even more dangerous.
Xu Yang stretched out his hand, and a flame flew on his fingertips. The flame faded, and the beautiful fire girl Ah Zhu appeared.
"Those two people just now were really ignorant. If you hadn't taken action, I'm afraid they would have become ghosts under Master Qingshui's sword." Ah Zhu said.
"As more and more people enter the Blue Fire Demon Realm to explore the battlefield relics and treasures, ruthless killing is inevitable. This Blue Fire Demon Realm is not a place for treasures, but a place for killing. Master Qingshui is a member of the Shadow Organization. It seems that the Shadow Organization has already taken action."
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As Xu Yang said, many killing scenes have been staged in the Blue Fire Demon Realm at this time. Treasure hunters from all sides began to fight for the relics and treasures they found.
Especially with the instigation of the Shadow Organization, the Blue Fire Demon Realm has become a place for killing.