Volume Five, Chapter Nineteen [Seizing Houses and Cursing Killing]
Volume 5, Chapter 19 [Seizing the Body and Killing with a Curse]
Four thunderbolts separated the four alchemy monks individually, and then locked them into a Five Elements Barrier. No matter how hard these four people struggled, it was of no avail.
The time inside the formation passes year after year, and the time outside the formation passes one day after another.
Wang Rui followed True Lord Lieyang to the water and fire worlds and saw two female alchemy cultivators who had been tortured to the point of numbness and their eyes were dull.
"Senior, I think their will has collapsed and they can consider seizing their bodies." Wang Rui said subconsciously.
Lord Lieyang snorted in dissatisfaction and said, "Go and have a look at the other two places."
"Hey, why didn't senior seize them?" Wang Rui was puzzled.
Lieyang Zhenjun said angrily: "I don't want to take away the body of a female cultivator. Can you let me become a female cultivator in the future?"
"Um... this..." Wang Rui thought about the picture. She looked like a delicate female cultivator on the outside, but inside was an old man who had experienced hundreds of millions of years of Nascent Soul. This picture was simply... not too beautiful.
Then he followed True Lord Lie Yang to the earth world and saw the dying Shi Wo Xing in the boundless desert.
"This man is already crippled, and his Taoist heart is almost gone. If you take away this kind of person, I'm afraid I won't even be able to maintain my cultivation level. Alas, do you really want me to take away the female cultivator?" Lieyang Zhenjun
Wang Rui sighed in his heart, he could only do nothing to help.
Finally, we came to the metal world, a world with constant thunder. On a high and lonely cliff, Bao Guanping sat cross-legged on it, as if there was no ripples in the ancient well.
A bolt of lightning struck him and landed on him. He just grunted and continued to endure it as if nothing had happened.
"Hey, it's unexpected that this person can persist until this point." Lieyang Zhenjun said with some surprise.
Wang Rui thought for a while, then took the initiative to appear, came to the air a few hundred meters away from Bao Guanping, and said: "I admire your Excellency's spiritual will, but it is a pity..."
"You... tell me your name and origin, so that I can die more willingly, otherwise wouldn't it be ridiculous to become a fool in reincarnation?" Bao Guanping stood up and roared at Wang Rui.
Wang Rui looked at him and said, "You have the blood curse restriction technique, and you want to find out my origin and then tell your ancestor?"
"Haha... I'm still discovered by you, so let's fight to the death." After saying that, Bao Guanping stepped out with one foot, and his whole body was stimulated.
Wang Rui directly created a thick earth wall in the air to block in front of him. At the moment, he could not use thunder spells and could only use limited earth spells.
With a roar, Bao Guanping broke through the earth wall like a madman. Regardless of his own injuries, he wanted to fight Wang Rui desperately. His fighting spirit was extremely strong.
"That's all, I won't argue with a lunatic like you." After saying that, Wang Rui opened his mouth and spit out something, which was dark red and resembled a ball of gas.
Bao Guanping thought Wang Rui was spitting out a magic weapon or something, so he immediately retreated and summoned his own magic weapon, preparing to resist.
Unexpectedly, this dark red gas substance ignored his magic weapon and rushed towards him.
When Bao Guanping realized something was wrong and tried to escape, it was too late. He was trembling all over because he saw an old man's face growing out of the gas, staring at him with an evil smile.
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"You...who are you?" Bao Guanping asked in surprise.
"I am you, you are me." After saying that, the mysterious red gas suddenly disappeared into Bao Guanping's eyebrows.
Bao Guanping whole
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The person seemed to have turned into a sculpture, motionless, but a fierce battle was going on in his body.
"You...are you the person behind that kid, the Nascent Soul cultivator?" Bao Guanping asked, staring at Lieyang Zhenjun in front of him.
Lieyang Zhenjun put his hands behind his back, stared at Bao Guanping's soul, and said: "I'll give you two choices. First, voluntarily give up the physical body, and I can help you and let you enter the six paths of reincarnation; second, be beaten by me
After seizing the body, I will let you live or die, and your soul will also become my nourishment, choose!"
Bao Guanping felt a sense of sadness in his heart. They, the demon race, had to go through a long and arduous journey to cultivate to the human race's alchemy realm, but now they had to become someone else's wedding dress. How could they be willing to do so?
But faced with the Nascent Soul monk's seizure of his body, he found it difficult to resist.
"Senior, can't you let this junior go for the sake of the ancestors of our four major tribes?" Bao Guanping begged for mercy.
Lieyang Zhenjun didn't look like a talkative person at all at this time. His Yuanshen surged with momentum, locked onto Bao Guanping's Yuanhun, and said: "You dare to use other Nascent Soul monks to suppress me? Believe it or not, I will let you go now."
Your soul is shattered and your body and soul are gone?"
"I'm not willing to give in!" Bao Guanping went crazy. He was not willing to give in. He would never be willing to be taken away from his body and re-enter reincarnation. Then it would take hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of years to achieve enlightenment? He couldn't accept it.
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Since Bao Guanping is in his own body, his soul can get the support of his body and can use some magical powers. He is now looking forward to the fact that this Yuanying monk is not strong enough and finally retreats. As for how
He had no time to think about escaping from the formation for the time being.
Metal spiritual power surged in and was controlled by Bao Guanping. Then it turned into a huge hand of spiritual power and struck towards True Lord Lieyang.
Lieyang Zhenjun smiled and said: "It seems that I am too kind. If you don't leave the way to live, you will die, so why don't you be the first soul to be resurrected by the knife?"
After saying that, True Lord Lieyang opened his mouth and spit out a stream of flames, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped rapidly. This was the cold fire.
Under his control, Leng Huo turned into a fist and faced Bao Guanping's spiritual power hand.
The fists and palms met, causing a collision, and the physical space suddenly vibrated and shook.
Wang Rui, who was outside, saw that Bao Guanping's body was about to fall. He immediately flew over, hugged him, and then laid him flat on the cliff. Then he arranged a small defensive formation, and then sat cross-legged in the middle of the formation.
, waiting for the completion of the seizure of the body by True Lord Lieyang.
He is not worried about whether this senior will fail. If a Nascent Soul monk fails to seize the body of an Alchemy monk, it means that the Nascent Soul monk has lost the qualification to live in this world.
In Bao Guanping's physical space, True Lord Lieyang had already gained the upper hand. While attacking the opponent with cold fire, he once again sprayed out a ball of rare strange fire.
This strange fire is a green flame, which brings a kind of toxicity when it appears. In the hazy mist, it instantly turns into a poisonous mist and envelopes it, wrapping Bao Guanping's soul.
"Ah!" Bao Guanping's soul screamed, and at this moment, his body was lit with green fire, as if he had been poisoned.
"I, this strange fire comes from South Vietnam. It is extremely rare. It was obtained from the Gu King after countless poisons were killed. It is called - Soul Devouring. How do you feel? Does it feel good? Hahaha..." Zhenjun Lieyang compared to
Wang Rui didn't know how cruel he would be. At this time, Bao Guanping was filled with regret and began to beg for mercy.
"Senior, have mercy on me, senior, have mercy on me. I am willing to give up my body. I just hope that senior will let me go to the six realms of reincarnation." Bao Guanping begged.
"Hmph, respect
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If you don't drink, you will be fined - it's too late. I never like to repeat my actions. Since I gave you the opportunity and you don't cherish it, then you will suffer the consequences." After saying that, he controlled the cold fire and soul-eating fire to strengthen the attack, and immediately ordered
Bao Guanping's soul was wrapped in two kinds of strange fires, causing him great pain.
Bao Guanping finally understood that this time, he was doomed. He shed tears of cursed blood, cast the Soul Curse, pointed at Zhenjun Lieyang and said: "Old man, if you do this thing, you will definitely be doomed in the future.
This calamity will be the day of your death. The boy who is with you will also be killed by the evil star, and he will be alone in this life." This kind of resentment is so deep that it turns into two drops of red blood and tears, and Zhenjun Lieyang cannot avoid being engraved.
Enter into the soul.
Another drop of blood and tears jumped out of the physical space and flew towards Wang Rui outside.
Wang Rui was startled and dodged immediately, but at this moment he still had the earth element skills in his body, and he didn't know the thunder spells, nor did he have thunder shadow steps. He barely cast an earth spell, but he couldn't block it at all.
This curse of resentment was left behind when the Danjie monk who was good at cursing died with hatred.
As this drop of blood and tears penetrated his body, a curse suddenly emerged, making Wang Rui feel his heart trembling and a vague sense of ominousness.
"What exactly happened and why did it happen?" Wang Rui frowned. For a moment, he had no choice but to wait for Lord Lieyang to seize the body successfully before asking again.
"Bah! You are not qualified to dare to play this soul curse with me, and your ancestors are not qualified either. Since you always like this kind of curse, right? Well, I will use your blood as the source to cast it
Curse technique, curse your direct and collateral descendants in the three generations of the Leopard clan!" Perhaps it was Bao Guanping's curse that completely angered Zhenjun Lieyang. He immediately sat down, then spurted out a stream of soul blood, and then wrote:
An ancient "curse" was written, and then he reached out and extracted a drop of heart blood from Bao Guanping's physical space.
"Stop...stop!" Bao Guanping was filled with regret, but at this time a big mistake had been made. He would have to pay the price of the death of his own people for cursing others.
True Lord Lieyang ignored Bao Guanping at all. At this moment, he was completely furious and wanted to kill all the heirs of the Leopard clan.
However, his current cultivation level is limited and he cannot do it yet. He can only curse and kill Bao Guanping's three generations of direct and collateral blood relatives.
"The ancestor's bloodline started from the third generation. All direct and collateral blood relatives of this person are subject to this blood curse - kill!!!"
The curse words turned into the blood of the soul suddenly burst out with bright blood, wrapping up the blood in Bao Guanping's heart. Then pictures appeared in front of Bao Guanping's eyes. When he was about to die, he saw himself.
What would be the consequences of completely offending a Nascent Soul cultivator?
In a luxurious mansion in Seibu City, near the training tower, anxious important figures from the four major tribes gathered here, looking a little anxious.
Among these people, there are more than a dozen pill-forming monks, hundreds of foundation-building monks, and some junior qi practitioners.
They were all discussing how to rescue several elders who were trapped in the Kunru Formation. At this moment, a Leopard Clan male monk who had formed pills suddenly felt severe pain in his heart. He couldn't help but stand up, covered his heart and shouted.
An unconscious voice points to the sky.
Everyone raised their heads in confusion, and suddenly a huge bloody word "curse" appeared, and the voice of True Lord Lieyang also sounded:
"The ancestor's bloodline started from the third generation. All direct and collateral blood relatives of this person are subject to this blood curse - kill!!!"
As soon as the word "kill" was heard, the chest of the pill-forming monk exploded, a hole appeared, and blood gurgled out, and he fell to the ground so suddenly that the monks from the other three races around him shuddered.