Chapter 426 Flying Spear Points to Sprinkle Blood for a Long Sky
After a few fingers, the dazzling red light dissipated, and Master Qingjun with a calm face appeared in his sight again. "Old Yaoyan, it's not rude to come and go, so I'll use you to try out my new character.
You must have got the 'soul-suppressing gun'!"
As soon as the Taoist finished speaking, the blood flames in the pupils of the three dead-like skulls lit up again, and suddenly they shot up into the air, flew back to Master Qingjun, and then embedded themselves back under the gun head. Then, the Taoist
He gently raised the tail of the gun with one hand, jumped out, and suddenly sent it forward in front of him.
The snake-like tip of the spear was reflected in Master Yao Yan's eyes. Feeling the waves of biting cold approaching, his face showed a bit of fear for the first time. While sacrificing the blood bottle, he pointed his sword at the flying body.
The coming Master Qingjun pointed his finger, "Bloodbound Luo!"
Several strands of blood-red horses as thick as human arms were intertwined and headed straight towards the direction of the "soul-suppressing gun".
"Puff... Puff... Puff..." The snake spear was wrapped in spiral scarlet flames, piercing the oncoming blood cloud layer after layer. In the end, when the scarlet flames were exhausted, "
"Bloodbound Luo" penetrates the entire hole.[
At this time, Master Yaoyan stood under the "Blood Binding Luo" and looked at the red light at the snake's letter in horror. At this critical moment, he subconsciously closed his hands and shouted "Quick!"
"The remaining streaks of blood scattered on both sides of the body condensed and suddenly clamped the snake spear that was piercing the chest like solid ice.
Cold sweat dripped from Demon Lord Yan's forehead drop by drop. At this time, the scarlet snake letter was less than a foot away from his chest. If it hadn't been for the lack of remaining strength after breaking the "Blood Binding" before, he would probably have felt in the pit of his heart at this moment.
There is an extra transparent hole.
"Yao Yan..." "Old Yao Yan!" I suddenly heard several exclamations, and the light and shadow flashed around Master Yao Yan. Master Feng Ming and Master Xue Sha appeared on the left and right almost at the same time. "Yao Yan."
Old man, are you still alive?"
The two waited for a moment before they heard a frightened reply coming from the red robe made of stained blood. "Don't worry, I'm still alive."
When they heard about Yao Yanshang's personnel affairs, a stone fell in their hearts. Although they had always wished that Yao Yanshang would die so that they could take advantage of the Tianyao Sect. But at this moment, the three sects were tied to each other.
Grasshoppers on the same rope, once something happens to Master Demon Yan, one will wax and wane, then what else will his demon sect have to fight against the Taoist sect?
"The two... Although the lives of the old men have been saved, they cannot move lightly for a while. As for the old man Qingjun, I hope he will be affected and deal with it."
After hearing this, Feng Ming and Xue Sha turned their attention to Master Qingjun. They saw that the old Taoist priest also showed an expression of exhaustion after he struck the previous thunder blow. At this time,
He was sweating and panting heavily.
In the blink of an eye, he saw that the two of them were about to make a move. Master Qingjun had a few thoughts in his mind. He knew that with the remaining true energy in his body, it was impossible to pose a strong threat to the three people in front of him, so he spat out the true energy and shook the "Suppressor".
"Soul Spear", he took the opportunity to pull it out, and after saying "Old man Yan, I will kill you again in the future!", he ducked back into the crowd of Tianjian Sect.
The previous scene only happened between the fingers. After the monks of the Tianjian Sect came to their senses, they immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers. The treasure was in hand, and the strange blood-patterned snake spear was actually taken down by Master Qingjun.
Since then, there has been another sect-suppressing spiritual weapon in the sect. Realizing the possible benefits of obtaining this treasure, the monks of the Tianjian Sect were not overjoyed. Even their fellow disciples were plotted by the demon Master Yan just now.
The grief caused by the killing was also washed away a lot.
"Old Qingjun, you are so scheming!" At this time, Zen Sweetheart led a group of Jialan Sect monks to come over. While speaking, there was a trace of jealousy in the seemingly dim old eyes, and he looked at Qingjun blankly.
The "soul-suppressing gun" in the hands of the Master
"Brother Qingjun has won this treasure in one fell swoop, and it has frightened the people of the Demon Sect with one blow. It is really gratifying!" At the same time as the Zen sweetheart came, Fairy Yunxia on the other side also walked with Lang Fei and others.
Come.
"No, no, it's just a fluke!" Master Qingjun said a few polite words with a smile, and then bowed deeply to Yunxia, Zen Xin, and Lang Fei. "Qingjun was able to obtain this treasure all thanks to the three of them.
Help! Here, I would like to thank you three!"
"Haha, Taoist brother Qingjun said something serious. You and I are both Taoist disciples, so we should help each other." Fairy Yunxia laughed, and only glanced at the soul-suppressing gun in the Taoist's hand calmly, and replied calmly.
"Hey...why did their demon sect come earlier? What if they got the upper hand? In the end, they lost their wives and lost their troops!" The person who said this was the Zen monk next to Zen Xin. After saying this, he still looked provocative.
A green-faced monk with a half-bald forehead among the monks of the Demon Sect picked his finger.
"You... Zen old man, do you dare to go out and fight a certain family for 300 rounds?" The man on the other side roared angrily. After saying this, just as he was about to go out to challenge, he suddenly heard a deafening sound from the head of the palace.
The roar of his voice forced all the words that had reached his lips back into his stomach.
With a dull roar, a portal large enough for five people to walk side by side slowly opened at the ghost-faced relief on the back wall opposite where the soul-suppressing gun was previously displayed.
Everyone looked up in shock, but saw that the center of the door was dark and deep, just like the situation in the previous "Ghost Gate". "This... this... is really like this! It seems that this place is just a palace.
." Everyone from the Demon Sect was located in the center of the palace. The three principals glanced at Fairy Yunxia and other Taoist monks opposite, and shouted, "Let's go!" The rest took the order, while confronting the Taoist sect, while slowly retreating into the door on the back wall.
middle.
When Yao Yan, Feng Ming, and Xue Sha finally entered the door, Master Qingjun called on his disciples to collect the body of the deceased, then led the way and plunged into the darkness. Seeing this, Yunxia and Zen Xin also
After looking at each other and nodding, they greeted the doormen to enter in order.
Void, an endless void. Compared with what he had seen before, there was not even a trace of smoke. There was nothing in front of him and behind him, and within a hundred feet around him. This was Lang Fei's first impression of the space behind the portal.[
"Quick, Fairy Yunxia, Old Zen Xin... this way... this way!" Just as Lang Fei was looking around with his spiritual consciousness, a sharp roar from Master Qingjun came from the distance. The two agreed.
, leading his disciples in a fierce pursuit towards the left front.
When they were young, the three sects gathered together. Master Qingjun pointed to a vaguely distinguishable hall in the distance and said: "The people from the Demon Sect have already entered it. Do you see it?"
"What else can I do? Chase!" Zen sweetheart said with a slight twitch of his chin-length eyebrows.
The two nodded after hearing the words, and then each led his disciples to chase after them. While Lang Fei followed the others, he used his spiritual consciousness to inquire about the situation in the main hall in front of him in detail. Just like before, the same rough style, the same hundred-foot-tall height.
, the same stone pillars are towering. Viewed from a distance, the main hall is simple in shape, and the whole is made of black crystal, with redundant decorations on all sides. The stone eaves and corridor frames are also carved and painted. If not for the stone pillars at the door of the palace,
A colorful and blurry low portal is vaguely revealed between the gaps. The entire building almost makes one wonder whether the entire main hall in front of it was moved here.
When it was time to drink tea, everyone came to the main hall. Because there was a colorful and blurry barrier blocking them, everyone could not see what was going on. Fairy Yunxia felt a little hesitant. "Two Taoist brothers, this place is different from what you saw in front, will you?"
Is there any danger in it?"
Qingjun and Zen Xin were also hesitant. Everyone pondered for a moment, but Master Qingjun, who had tasted the benefits early in the morning, said: "The people from the Demon Sect have already entered the temple one step ahead of us. Even if there is any danger, they will take the lead."
, I just have to act according to the situation once I get in, and I don’t expect to face an overly dangerous situation.”
Yunxia, Zenxin heard that firstly, coming here is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Secondly, what Master Qingjun said is unreasonable. So he gave a few words to the disciples behind him, and the three of them took defensive measures and turned around.
Let’s walk into the colorful portal together.
After the three of them entered, they heard no movement for a while, and then the monks from the three sects filed into the door in order of strength.
Lang Fei was at the end of the queue. When it was his turn, he took a deep breath and stepped in. As the stream of color passed through the corners of his eyes, he first felt a faint feeling of dizziness, as if he had experienced a small distance teleportation.
Later, with the return of his five senses, before Lang Fei could open his eyes, he suddenly heard a scream coming from his ears. He couldn't help being startled and hurriedly opened his eyes.
The first thing that caught the eye was a blood-red color, and the second thing that appeared in the line of sight was a "corpse" cut into two parts at the waist. It was said to be a corpse, probably because it was already alive, but it was not yet dead at this time, but seeing him
He was lying on his back, twisting his upper body, and his hands hanging down to his waist were pulling at a sharp guillotine the size of a door panel that cut his body into two pieces, while two screams came from the side.
"This... this is..." Lang Fei's heart sank, and he quickly stepped forward and took a closer look at the appearance of the "corpse". He found that he was not a member of the Tianjian Sect, nor a monk of the Jialan Sect, nor anything he had seen before.
Those demonic monks were suspicious, and they unconsciously asked: "What on earth is going on?"
I think the corpse heard these words, but he suddenly turned his head and let out a miserable cry towards Lang Fei. "Give me back my body!"
The sound was like the cry of a night owl and the whimpering of an evil ghost. Lang Fei frowned when he heard it and ignored the half-dead man at his feet. Instead, he stood up and looked up into the distance.
Under the sky as red as blood, from the feet to the end of the line of sight, there are stumps of broken limbs, broken arms, rotten flesh and dead corpses. The sound of wailing fills the ears, and the sorrowful cries scratch the heart. There is another mountain of knives on the left hand side.
Hanging, hanging or clamping naked people, both men and women, regardless of life or death. Some of the dead were cut off at the waist, and their upper bodies were piled up and down at the foot of the mountain of swords. Some meters long blood sausages were also torn out of the body.
Wrapped around the back and handle of the knife, it was still hanging in mid-air, dragging its bloody lower body.