Chapter 369; Martial God's Corpse, inherited object [Five Thousand Words]

Author: I choose Li Bai

Chapter 369; Martial God's Corpse, inherited object [Five Thousand Words]

A bunch of blood-colored clouds were stacked, covering the mountains, rivers and land within a radius of dozens of miles. The murder and destruction spread out, and the violent and bloody aura were soaked in the sky and earth. The sun and the moon were lost. The ghosts cried and howled gods, and dozens of martial saints of the Prison Blood Mountain, stepped on the blood clouds, and arranged high above in the sky.

The black-crowned old man standing on the bloody cloud at the top was the head.

Fang Ping looked at the old guy with a divine eyes like lightning, and his heart was beating violently, and his hair was standing up behind him. The strength of this old guy should not be underestimated. He must have condensed three seeds of magical power.

Amid the strange laughter, the old man in black-capped looked down at the people below. When he saw the young man in black standing on a golden chariot, who was magnificent and sacred, and looked at him in a stunning and suspicious manner, he stayed in a moment of stunning doubt, but in a blink of an eye he stared at Qiu Xuanji. He seemed to have known Qiu Xuanji, and said with a dark and cold face: "If everyone is here, then start quickly."

Qiu Xuanji ignored the old man in black crown and quietly informed Fang Ping of the identity of the old man in black crown: "This thief is the leader of Zhuxue Mountain and the old thief Weiling! He came with him, the elder of the Palm Hall of Zhuxue Mountain. Each of them has the cultivation of two magical power seeds, and the two of them condensed three magical power seeds."

Since the fall of the Martial God Ancestor of the Holy Sword Palace, Zhuxue Mountain has suppressed the Holy Sword Palace everywhere, for fear that the Holy Sword Palace will rise and the second Martial God giant will emerge. The Holy Sword Palace has been in a slump for thousands of years, and the mountain gate has withered. Zhuxue Mountain has made great contributions. When Qiu Xuanji mentioned the leader of Zhuxue Mountain, he whispered an old thief and was so angry that his teeth were itchy.

Fang Ping thought to himself that he relied on the seeds of Yin and Yang magic power, as well as the prototype of the magic power of the immortal golden body, and was not afraid of the magic power Martial Saint who condensed three magic power seeds, could not defeat the magic power of the Martial Kingdom royal family and the lineup of the Prison Blood Mountain were all extremely luxurious, and it was so strong that people could not have the idea of ​​resisting.

But if the two families enter the treasure of the cave together, there will be room for operation if there are no two tigers in one mountain.

On the flying boat, the great princess of Wu Kingdom was tall and her wind robe was fluttering. Her bright and noble face was covered with a bit of fear. As one of the ten demon sects of the human race, Zhuxue Mountain has a foundation and strength that is not inferior to Wu Kingdom. This time, the biggest obstacle to her seizing the inheritance of the Martial God Ancestor of the Holy Sword Palace is undoubtedly the Zhuxue Mountain.

"Maybe there is another person worth my attention." The great princess of Wu Kingdom thoughtfully stared at the majestic figure standing on the golden chariot. So far, she could not see how many magical seeds of Fang Ping condensed, but the vigorous light that the other party showed could be as brilliant as her side, the Zhuxue Mountain, standing with the ultimate glory.

Thinking of the great princess of Wu Kingdom here, he turned his head and looked at the third prince of Wu Kingdom.

The latter was unknown. The eldest daughter of Wu Kingdom scolded him in public before, causing him to lose all his face. At this time, he was targeted by the eldest daughter of Wu Kingdom and his face turned pale.

"After you arrive at the treasure of the cave, you will take a thousand golden fire dragon army and stare at the man, but you will not be allowed to attack him rashly unless you have to." The eldest prince of Wu Kingdom arranged a task to the third prince of Wu Kingdom in a serious manner.

The third prince of the Wu Kingdom, who has a seed of magical power, has a killing weapon in his hand. When he encounters a magical power Martial Saint who condenses two seeds of magical power, he can deal with it. After forming a battle formation of a thousand Golden Fire Dragon Army, he also has the power to compete with the magical power Martial Saint.

"Okay, I understand." The third prince of Wuguo nodded indifferently and said in his heart: "Don't he look down on me? I don't believe that the man has three heads and six arms. When he arrives in the treasure of the cave, I can do whatever he wants. No one can stop me. No one can give orders to this prince yet. You, Lin Jiuyao, are not qualified."

The eldest daughter of the Wu Kingdom, who did not know the stupid idea of ​​the third prince of Wu Kingdom, took out the iron key given to him by the Lord of Wu Kingdom.

The leader of Prison Blood Mountain, who was standing on the cloud, immediately followed him and threw out the fragments of iron that were dull and cold.

Not long.

The nine iron keys needed to open the Holy Sword Palace Martial God Ancestor, and some kind of induction was generated between each other, and the obscure light was shining together. After gathering together, they formed a piece of object more than half a foot long, like a sword and a blade.

Boom boom boom boom

Clouds rise and wind rush, lightning and thunder roar.

The iron key penetrated into the mountain with its sharp charm, like throwing a stone into water and disappearing.

After a few breaths, the steep and rugged peaks suddenly collapsed and collapsed. The shocking impact spread like a tide swept across dozens of miles in a radius. The mountains and rivers within a hundred miles were lying on their backs, the rocks exploded, and a large black hole like a black hole appeared in the sky, deep and unpredictable, with mist.

Crazy

The flowers, plants, waterfalls and springs in the mountains are pulled, and there are signs of sinking into the big black hole.

"The so-called blessed land of cave heaven is just the dust of heaven and earth that fell into the endless void after the nine states and four seas in ancient times. The magical power of the Martial Saint breaks the void and can salvage these dust fragments from the depths of the endless void. After being firmly strengthened, it will become a blessed land of cave heaven that can escape from the world and practice. These fragments of heaven and earth retain the original ecological environment.

If you are lucky, there are also source veins and various opportunities and creations. There is a source vein in the cave heaven and blessed land of the Daxuan royal family. The giants of the Martial God are different. They have evolved into the Dharma Heaven and Earth, and their every move is great power, and they can open up a cave heaven space by themselves."

Fang Ping stood on the Jinge chariot with thoughts flying around.

The next moment, someone couldn't wait. The Master of Prison Blood Mountain, whose eyes were deep and crooked and his face was full of wrinkles, took the lead in flying into the big black hole with dozens of elders of the Prison Blood Mountain Palm Hall.

The mysterious dragon boat carrying the great princess of Wu Kingdom, the third prince of Wu Kingdom, and the ten most powerful generals of Wu Kingdom, immediately sank into the big black hole.

"Fellow Taoist, it's time for us."

Qiu Xuanji said hello and flew out.

When you penetrate a big black hole, it is like passing through a dark tunnel without light and air. When bright light appears in front of you, the sky and the earth in front of you suddenly become vast.

Looking up, Fang Ping appeared on a deserted land with no end. There was no one in all the fields and eight deserts, with no lush scenes, only darkness and barrenness, and a gust of yellow sand gusts wind rolled up from time to time in the air.

Even the vitality of heaven and earth is so thin that it is pitiful, but it is normal. The ancestor of the Martial God of the Holy Sword Palace has not been alive for a long time. He was severely injured and hastily opened up the cave space with only a basic framework.

"We must meet with the old man as soon as possible..." Fang Ping chose a direction based on his intuition and drove the Jinge chariot to fly. In about half an hour, he changed direction and flew towards the opposite direction. This time he chose the right direction, and on the way he met the short and fierce old man of magical power, Martial Saint.

The old Martial Saint, who was alone, looked up and saw the golden chariot passing by. When he was on it, he swallowed and sighed with a squirm and sighed. He was a little regretful. It was the Prison Blood Mountain, the Martial Kingdom royal family, and such a young man in black with a stunning aura and a splendid style.

No matter how great the opportunity is, it is not his turn to make a fortune. If you can get a little leftover, you will be lucky even if you have a chance.

...

boom!

Before the person arrived, a shocking and sensational sound of golden swords hit us.

As the golden light dissipated, Fang Pingchi's car appeared in the sky, and a man was sitting on the mountain hundreds of feet away from him.

A man in his thirties was wearing a blue shirt, with crystal hair, and his body and flesh were also bright and full of light, but there was no fluctuation of life on his body.

"The giant of the martial gods can be immortal for thousands of years. It is like a living person. With secret techniques, you can obtain a magical corpse puppet whose body is comparable to the giant of the martial gods."

A huge blood-colored cloud covering the sky fell down. The old man with black crown standing on the clouds was the leader of the Prison Blood Mountain. Behind him were several elders of the Palm Hall who came to the treasure of the cave with him. His eyes were faint and his smile was sly, and his greed was beyond words.

What he said was also scary. He actually wanted to refine the corpse of the Martial God Ancestor of the Holy Sword Palace into a magical power war puppet.

"Is this the ancestor of the Martial God of the Holy Sword Palace?" Fang Ping held his breath and observed. More than a thousand years have passed. The body of the ancestor of the Martial God of the Holy Sword Palace has not been damaged at all, and his bones and internal organs are intact. The light flows and the divine clouds are brilliant. It can vaguely allow people to see his bright moon and breeze during his lifetime, and his extraordinary appearance, as if he can open his eyes at any time.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, five things were placed in front of him, a book, a jade book, a purple gold gourd, a transparent and dazzling crystal the size of a human head, a roulette carved with the four-syllable holy beast, and a round and ancient roulette.

Obviously, these are the inherited treasures left by the ancestor of the Martial God of the Holy Sword Palace after he was transformed.

The book and jade book, put aside, before you get it, no one knows what it is recorded. The purple gold gourd is extraordinary, surrounded by mist and is not eroded by time. It should be a treasure. The dazzling crystal as big as a head is filled with a familiar energy aura, which is the source energy!

Besides, the roulette that depicts the Four Elephant Holy Beast at that moment should be the "Sacred Sword Four Elephant Panel" in Qiu Xuanji's mouth. It inherits the treasures for the Holy Sword Palace. It is also something that Qiu Xuanji must obtain when he comes to this treasure in the cave heaven during this trip.

Still, the leader of Prison Blood Mountain, who was standing on the cloud head who was wriggling like blood, stared at Fang Ping gloomyly, and asked with a snorted voice: "Are you in the same group as Qiu Xuanji?"

The ordinary magical martial saint wanted his sharp and bone-broken gaze to stare at him, and his heart would explode.

Fang Ping was unmoved and replied majesticly: "So what, so what, no, how can I, Wang Teng, act, and still report to you Yu Xueshan?"

The golden spear chariot roared, and the golden spear radiated from the expedition was covered in the sky and the earth like a river of time and space. It was superimposed with Fang Ping's martial arts trends that were overwhelming the nine states and the four seas, looking down on the past and present. This world was divided into two colors, one was sent by Fang Ping, and the other was the leader of the Prison Blood Mountain.

In contrast, the qi and light of the leader of Zhuxue Mountain was almost wiped out in an instant.

"Arrogant!"

Several elders of Prison Blood Mountain standing on the clouds under the Lord of Prison Blood Mountain were angrily open, with evil spirits. They all unfolded their martial arts qi. After they gathered together, they suppressed Fang Ping like millions of demon mountains.

Fang Ping fought against his martial arts with his own martial arts momentum, and faced the martial arts aura burst out by several elders of Prison Blood Mountain alone, without falling into a disadvantage.

Bang!

Under the invisible qi, the sky and the earth shattered, the earth shaking, and the sky rumbling and cracked open the gap.

The leader of Prison Blood Mountain frowned, and he didn't want to admit it. He had to believe that the great young man in black standing on the golden chariot was a peerless enemy who even he couldn't grasp. However, the martial arts trend was extremely fierce. After controlling several seeds of magical power, the source of the decisive power of magical powers was the source of the war power.

"Fellow Daoist Wang Teng."

"My Prison Blood Mountain is one of the ten major demon sects. The elders who came here have condensed two magical seeds and three magical seeds. This sect leader also has the cultivation of three magical seeds. You join forces with Qiu Xuanji to seek destruction. It is better to stand on the head of this sect leader. The five inheritance objects in front of the martial god ancestor of the Holy Sword Palace can let you choose one, how about it?"

Fang Ping sneered, give him one of the five inheritance items, is he dismissed as a beggar?

Moreover, he had no affection for the Zhuxue Mountain, and the reason was very simple. Not long ago, he saw the scene of the Zhuxue Mountain magical powers and martial saints, and blood sacrifice to the people of the city on Hongzhou. He Fangping is not a person who is compassionate to the heavens and the earth, and he also understands the principle that the heaven and earth are unkind and treats all things as straw dogs. But since he agreed to cooperate with Qiu Xuanji, he must end up in one's own heart.

If a person forgets his righteousness when he sees small profits and cherishes his life when he does big things, he will eventually become a narrow and mediocre person.

"I will give you a chance, but you don't want it. That's just that I insist on being an enemy of my Prison Blood Mountain?!"

Seeing Fang Ping silently, he showed mockery and teasing, and the yin energy behind his eyes surged, as if there were demons to breed the leader of the Prison Blood Mountain. He was not delayed. He wanted to obtain the inheritance of the Martial God Ancestor of the Holy Sword Palace before the arrival of the imperial family of the Wu Kingdom, and shouted: "I hope all elders will take action and capture this arrogant and arrogant person."

Everyone who arrived here was randomly sent to various places in the world. Dozens of Elders of the Prison Blood Mountain Zhizhi Hall who came with the Lord of Prison Blood Mountain. At this time, only five of them were with him. Four of them condensed two magical seeds from their bodies, and one of them condensed three magical seeds from their bodies, which was the Elders of the Palm Hall of Feigou Hall of Prison Blood Mountain.

I saw the elder of Feigou Palace wearing a blood cloud crown and a black robe, tall and full of blood. After hearing the orders of the Sect Master of Prison Blood Mountain, he approached Fang Ping with a blood cloud.

"Super Power: Blood Soul Divine Claw!"

Once you take action, you will be a killing move that will rebel against the sky, shocking the ghosts and crying.

The three seeds of magical powers rotated rapidly in the body of the elder Feigou Palace. The power of magical powers that kept gushing out swam between the flesh and blood around him. His five fingers were like claws, pulling and pulling them off in the virtual space. The space was torn a shocking crack. The red blood claws that flew out were a hundred feet in size. The power of magical powers was majestic, sharp and killing waves were strong and the soul-stimulating.

Fang Ping never took it lightly. The seeds of Yin and Yang magic power in his body shine, swallowing and spitting out the power of magic power, endlessly, but he did not develop the magic power "Divine Turtle Sea-Statu".

With a shock of his shoulder, Fang Ping used the power of the Yin-Yang magical power seed to exert his immortal golden body. His body increased sharply. In the incredible eyes of the Sect Master of Prison Blood Mountain and others, he rose up and turned into a five-meter giant in the wind. His whole body was like divine gold, and his majestic aura shook the sky and the earth, like a giant god who created the world.

Crazy

The power of magical power fills all limbs and bones. The immortal golden body, which is more than five feet high, broke the shackles and climbed to six feet, seven feet and eight feet high. It became more sacred and huge, and it was powerful. It clenched its five fingers and clenched it into a fist. In addition to carrying the power of the Yin-Yang magic seed, it also had the power of moving mountains and filling the sea brought by the immortal golden body.

Bang! Boom boom boom boom!

The blood claws emitted by the elder of Feigou Palace in the Prison Blood Mountain creaked and broke out in an instant under Fang Ping's punch. The waves of air caused by the yin and yang energy were snatched by the whale for dozens of miles of mountains and rivers.

"Dharmas the sky, the earth? No, it is a magical power of the body!"

The elder of Feigou Palace looked heavy, Fang Ping in his immortal golden body, with a strong momentum in his sky, his body was as strong as a mountain, and his every move echoed with immortal and indestructible aura. This was not a phantom of vision, but a real change in his body.

"Super Power: Destroy the Soul!"

An elder of Prison Blood Mountain took action, and the two magical seeds in his body turned wildly, causing large blood-red clouds to cover the top of his flat head. The heavy rain fell, as red as blood, as if the sky was crying and the earth was soaking. After contaminating the flesh and blood of the human body, it could erode the muscles. No matter how hard the body was, it would rot into ashes after rushing and brushing it, and it also had the effect of a filthy sea of ​​consciousness.

However, Fang Ping remained motionless and did not invade all things. The filthy blood rain that fell outside his immortal golden body sizzled and evaporated into black gas, which could not break the defense of the immortal golden body.

"Super Power: Yama Fire!"

"Supernatural powers: Netherworld evil spirit!"

The two elders of Prison Blood Mountain looked at each other and used their magical powers back and forth.

The pale and strange fire was swallowed up to Fang Ping with a prairie fire, without any hot breath, but cold as ice. When it was rushed by the stormy evil spirits like the stormy waves, even a magical martial saint who condensed two magical seeds could also fall on the spot.

But when the Golden Ghost Chariot rushed out with a shimmering light, the square flat and eight feet tall immortal golden body still shone brightly, extremely flawless, and no scars appeared.

"It's my turn."

His eyes were like a sword to cut off human body and scanned several elders of Prison Blood Mountain. Fang Ping roared, and the sound waves were like thunder. All the beasts roared in the sky. The elders of Prison Blood Mountain all had their eardrums and their hearts were thundering.

The golden chariot roared and turned into a stream of light. In the blink of an eye, he descended to an elder of Prison Blood Mountain in ignoring the void. Fang Ping snatched down, and his arms hugged the elder of Prison Blood Mountain with his arms like a long dragon.

Then, when your arms were closed and you exert force, you could hear the sound of broken bones and tendons breaking.
Chapter completed!