Half-Immortals are difficult to kill, I knew this a long time ago.

Every half-immortal has its own ability to save lives. Even if a strong half-immortal wants to kill someone who has just become a half-immortal, it will take a lot of trouble.

Master Kongjing is indeed very strong, and his understanding of Buddhism has reached an extremely profound level.

But it is difficult for him to kill Xing Zezi, especially for this old guy who has become a semi-immortal for endless years.

Borrowing blood to possess it is a somewhat strange technique.

It is a method that some ancient sects have always used, in order to protect and control the disciples of the sect half.

The operation process is very simple. The previous generation masters incorporate a little blood into the disciple's heart. This little blood will not hinder the disciple even a little, but will only turn into a sharp knife that pierces into the depths of your heart.

You will not be in a little danger and can still practice endlessly, but once you do something to betray the master, you will immediately detonate this bloodline by the previous generation of masters, making your life a rest talisman.

But, similarly, once you encounter danger, this bloodline will become your help, allowing you to possess the power of the original master of the bloodline in a short period of time.

This is to possess the body with blood. From this magic, we can see how strict the sects monitored their disciples in ancient times.

There is far less freedom than modern times, and in ancient times they were all cultivators with great supernatural powers, even the most powerful and half-immortal level masters were quite a few.

Xing Chanzi lived for endless years and even became a disciple of Hun Motian, but the power of his master was still left in him.

This is the imprint of the times, and this is the trace that cannot be erased by time.

Xing Chanzi was half bent and filled with thick blood mist. I could even smell a faint smell of fishy smell in my breath.

"It's really unbelievable that he turned out to be a disciple of the ancient Blood Demon clan."

I heard Luo Xuanfan beside me exclaim.

The ancient blood demon is not a group of monsters as we thought.

They are also monks.

Some people practice Taoism, some people cultivate bones, some people cultivate spirits, and some people cultivate blood.

This group of people who cultivate blood are the Blood Demon clan.

The Blood Demon Clan is an ancient gate. They refined their blood to an extremely magical way, which can transform into shapes, kill people, either hot or cold.

Blood is their weapon of murder and their sharp blade.

However, later, because of the famous ancient demon-slaying battle, righteous people classified some cultivators like the Blood Demon clan as demon cultivators and wiped out them.

The Blood Demon Clan gradually faded out of the world's vision.

Master Kongjing's face disappeared without a smile, and was replaced by solemnity and solemnity.

At this moment, Master Kongjing, wearing a beautiful robe, emitted a reassuring Buddha light, and no ghosts around him dared to approach him.

"At that time, I was just a low-level outer disciple of yours. I had not learned any magic from the Blood Demon Clan and was planted with possessed blood. However, Master, do you know that after these endless years, I have become the supreme and powerful half-immortal in the world! Although it is not as good as you who are about to enter the immortal class back then, it is not far from that! Master, you can see the disciple who was abandoned by you back then, today's achievements!"

Speaking of this, Xing Chanzi actually raised his head and laughed loudly.

The laughter was high and low, extremely strange.

However, there was a sense of sadness in the laughter.

I looked at Xing Zenzi who was laughing loudly, and seemed to see it, in that distant ancient time.

An outer disciple who is not valued cannot learn orthodox magic, so he can only watch silently from the side, be bullied and rolled his eyes.

"Master, Master! But I didn't expect that you were the one who saved the disciple today!"

Xing Chanzi's nerves were very unstable and he actually started crying at this moment.

Master Kong Jing had a solemn sword eyebrows, and he phrased the Lotus Handwriting, and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

In the sky, the golden Buddha seal condensed again. The golden Buddha name emitting golden light slowly pressed down, and he actually wanted to suppress Xing Zezi for the second time.

"Get out!"

Xing Chanzi looked at the Buddha seal in the sky, waved his arm hard, and a blood-red spiritual energy rushed straight to the Buddha seal.

The Foyin was hit by the blood-red spiritual energy, but it was broken without any resistance.

The Buddha light after the Buddha seal was broken slowly floated down, and Xing Chanzi stood in the golden light in blood mist.

Her face was covered in tears and her face was ferocious.

"Bald donkey, today I will let you see the power of the ancient blood demon clan!"

As Xing Chanzi said, he actually raised his left hand and inserted it into his right shoulder.

A trickle of blood-red blood slowly flowed down from the wound on the right shoulder.

The blood slashed through his arms and dripped onto the ground beneath his feet.

"Use my blood coagulation hand of the God of Blood!"

As Xing Chanzi said, he slapped the earth under his feet with his right hand.

All the blood dripping on the ground began to roll, gathering little by little like a Buddha.

The ancient blood demon clan is so changeable, I can’t guess what the so-called blood demon hand is!

All the blood beads sprinkled on the ground slowly rose and began to merge.

The large blood beads swallowed the small blood beads, fused little by little, and finally, a huge blood cell condensed in front of Xing Chanzi!

"The Hand of the Blood God appears in front of me!"

Xing Chanzi lit up his blood cells again, and the entire blood cells shook violently, and then under the guidance of the blood-red spiritual energy, it began to change.

Master Kong Jing had a serious expression. He stared at Xing Chanzi with his eyes fixed on him. At this moment, the half-immortal with messy magic and mixed spiritual energy was no longer the one standing in front of him, but a former blood demon clan who had temporarily climbed to the most powerful half-immortal by relying on the possession of blood!

The blood cells changed very quickly, and in a few blinks, a huge blood hand slowly condensed.

This blood hand is not that real, it only has some rough outlines, but the momentum emitted from this blood hand still makes me feel palpitations.

That is a force that does not belong to the semi-immortal level, it is an existence that transcends everyone here. Such a breath and such murderous aura make all of us frightened.

However, I know that the true strength of the Blood Hand is not as strong as that of the breath.

What kind of person was the Blood Demon in ancient times?

It is actually just a slight scent of the aura that transforms us into fear.

Xing Chanzi's face looked a little tired, but when the bloody hand transformed out, he stood by the bloody hand and smiled wildly.

"Master, look! So many core disciples of the inner sect could not use this move back then. Now, I, the outer sect, have you seen it?"

Xing Chanzi was completely silent in his fantasy and could not extricate himself.

"Blood Hand, kill everyone here!"

Xing Zenzi gave the order,

Then, the blood was handed down!

The entire fuzzy bloody hand flew over slowly, and then the blood beads floated away from it.

These blood beads were shot out like bullets. I saw a drop of blood beads hit the ground, and in an instant, a bottomless pit was shot.

This is much more powerful than a bullet. Being hit by this thing is not a joke.

"Be careful, everyone!"

I reminded loudly.

Everyone reacted slowly, and they all took the initiative and took it seriously.

In front of us, there was only the solemn Master Kong Jing. At this moment, he did not take a step back, but instead stepped forward.

"Master Kong Jing!"

I shouted.

"It's okay."

Master Kongjing didn't look back, but just waved his hand at me.

Then, I saw a gap cracking in the sky again, and the golden Buddha light slid from the sky and descended on Master Kongjing.

"The Buddha said, neither dirty nor clean, neither born nor destroyed. Today, I am a monk with this lotus petal to kill you, the bloody hand that is slaughtering."

Master Kong Jing said as he took out a lotus petal from his sleeve and raised his hand.

The entire petals swelled in the air, the size of three people.

Kong Jing stepped on the lotus petals, and the treasure was solemn, just like the Buddha coming to the world.

Then he reached out to scan.

Countless dews slipped down, and the dews seemed to come out of thin air and spread out in front of the bloody hand.

Each drop of dew hits a drop of blood.

The blood-red blood beads hit the clear dew.

Just like light and darkness, the confrontation between good and evil.

Soon, the outcome will be decided.

Each drop of dew actually wrapped around the drops of blood, as if to purify this dirt.

Whenever those blood beads encounter dew, they will be wrapped up immediately, and then gradually fade in the dew and slowly dissipate.
Chapter completed!