Yan Jiu looked up at the pale red thin cloud, which didn't look big, no more than two zhang long and one zhang wide, and even smaller than some flying magic weapons. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The thin red cloud fell from the sky, not a single point, not a little bit fell on the top of Yan Jiu's head, three feet away.

"It is said that there are gods who raise their heads three feet, and I am good, and there is heavenly punishment for raising my head three feet."

Although Yan Jiu teased, she also knew that it was powerful, she secretly held her breath and condensed, and her fingers had touched something in her sleeve.

But when I saw the pale red thin cloud shake slightly, there was a small spark sprinkled down from the thin cloud, and the spark flew gracefully and freely, which was even more beautiful than the fireworks in the dark night.

Yan Jiu looked at the tiny spark, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face became condensed.

It is said that there are three heavenly punishments of the demon clan, "bleak wind", "bitter rain" and "yin fire", every time the heavenly punishment chooses two, but I didn't expect that when I first arrived, I encountered the most difficult yin fire.

Although the sparks fell down on the top of Yan Jiu's head, they did not fall on Yan Jiu, but directly gathered on the ground at Yan Jiu's feet.

There were orange-red flames rising without wind, burning from the spring point at Yan Jiu's feet, and going up along the spiritual veins.

It was only a moment's effort, and the two spiritual veins near the center of Yan Jiu's feet were burned to ashes by this yin fire, a kind of pain, as if directly killing the heart, liver, lungs... Put it directly into the oil pan and fry it in every possible way.

Yan Jiu's silver teeth were biting, and she barely controlled her hands, which were even a little difficult to grasp because of the pain, and directly pinched the trick to refine the broken umbrella that was suspected to be "Tiandu".

As soon as the umbrella was sacrificed, it hung directly above Yan Jiu's head, turning gently, and every time it turned, an aperture of light fell from the umbrella body, blocking those floating sparks out of the umbrella.

Without the follow-up support of the Martian army, the Yin Fire also gradually weakened from the appearance of showing off its might at the beginning, and finally could only burn out and be extinguished in the spiritual veins.

Yan Jiu was sweating profusely, as if he had been caught from the water, gasping for breath.

Yan Jiu swallowed a spirit pill and used it to restore the damaged spiritual veins, and then he spread his back on the ground without any image, and looked at the Tiandu umbrella hanging above his head.

The age of the umbrella that day was obviously too long, the surface of the umbrella had long been dilapidated, and the patterns painted on it had been pasted, so it was impossible to see the original appearance.

The twenty-four lilac umbrella bones have not only turned black-brown, but even the number of only 18 is left, which will be able to stretch the surface of the umbrella.

The umbrella was not visible before, but now once it was opened, Yan Jiu found that there were many traces left by swords, guns, swords and halberds on the wooden umbrella handle, and it was not difficult to see from the traces that turned black in a few places that the umbrella was also used to block the thunderstorm.

At first glance, this immortal artifact is no different from the old umbrellas that ordinary people have not used for many years.

But I have to say that the umbrella really works on this day, even if it is damaged, even if it does not drop blood to recognize the Lord, just hold up this umbrella sacrifice, you can resist the yin fire and sparks that are sprinkled.

Yan Jiu pinched the trick with both hands, guiding the medicinal qi in his body to repair the damaged spiritual veins in his body, and said that the demon clan's recovery ability was strong.

The spiritual veins that were burned to pitch black instantly came back to life after being nourished by medicinal qi.

Not only that, after this yin fire forging, the demon clan bloodline in Yan Jiu's body has also been refined a lot, if there was only a trace of sky-swallowing bloodline before, then now it is at least a lock.

And the reason why this Heaven Swallowing is being chased and killed by many monks in the Upper Realm is because this Heaven Swallowing can devour all things and turn them into their own body and Dao system.

And Yan Jiu had swallowed a Blood Buddha before.

If there is no better place for this Blood Buddha, there is nothing more than his gilded golden armor-like scales, which are extremely hard and extremely defensive, even comparable to those high-level protective vestments.

After the calcination of the Yin Fire, except for Yan Jiu's gray peach blossom eyes, even Yan Jiu's face was covered by a layer of fine and delicate pale golden fan-shaped scales.

Especially on the hands, the scales are extremely delicate, and at first glance they look like pale golden skin.

The backs of Yan Jiu's hands touched, and between the friction of the scales, the sound of gold and stone being mismatched was revealed.

"It seems that in addition to hurting some of the yin wind, for the demon clan, the benefits do outweigh the disadvantages!" At the end, Yan Jiu looked at the Tiandu umbrella above his head with palpitations.

"But I only dare to say such light words because I have this umbrella, if it weren't for it, I'm afraid I would have been burned into a pile of ashes by this yin fire."

But what if you want to get benefits, but you don't want to suffer too much?

As the saying goes, you have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder!

Yan Jiu moved the Tiandu umbrella hanging above his head slightly, allowing some of the sparks to fall, but not so much that he couldn't bear it.

The sparks were sprinkled at Yan Jiu's feet again, but when this yin fire burned along the spiritual veins again, Yan Jiu could already endure it while using spiritual power to repair the damaged spiritual veins.

Compared to the panic at the beginning, this time it is much more comfortable.

But people are restless, and when Yan Jiu got used to the pain of this yin fire burning, she began to move the idea of the yin fire spark again.

"This spark looks like scattered dandelions, I don't know how to eat it? Doesn't it say that swallowing the sky can devour all things? It doesn't matter if you taste it...... bar. ”

As Yan Jiu was talking, he saw a small grain of spark falling from the clouds, and it happened to float in front of Yan Jiu's eyes, almost subconsciously, Yan Jiu stretched out the tip of his tongue.

"Zi~"

It's like having your tongue burned while eating barbecue, and it seems like eating a whole stick of devil pepper by accident, although the taste is not too good, but it is not too bad.

Who knows, as soon as this spark enters the abdomen, it is like swallowing a "pepper bomb" in an instant, and it will blow up all your internal organs.

Yan Jiu swallowed a spirit pill again, which relieved some of the pain slightly.

"Forget it," Yan Jiuwan helplessly comforted himself.

"I really don't have a protagonist life, this devouring everything in heaven and earth or something may be true, but this "everything" definitely does not include yin fire! I was so old that I thought of eating this thing. ”

But Yan Jiu obviously forgot the purity of her bloodline, she can't swallow it at this time, who can say what will happen in the future?

"It's just that when will this punishment end? It is said that the punishment of heaven is only a moment, why do I seem to have passed for decades? ”

Yan Jiu was speculating and doubting here, and the monsoon that was separated from him was not lonely.

"Cough, cough~" The weak scholar with a pale face and a sickly face covered his lips and coughed lightly, "That's the demon clan female cultivator who made a demon oath with you?" ”

Ji Feng stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the pale red thin clouds that were constantly in the shadows, "Yes, she is a female cultivator who has made a demonic oath with me. ”

"With her cultivation of Qi cultivation, she can repair you so far, which can be regarded as dedication! It's not in vain that my junior brother passed on the "Puppet Book" to her. ”

I don't know if it was mentioned to the sore spot in my heart, the weak scholar covered his lips again and coughed and gasped.

"What are you summoning me to come here for? It's not going to be to watch this demon clan cross the catastrophe. ”

Ji Feng didn't say a word, and directly took out two things from his sleeve and threw them to the weak scholar.

"This is ......" It wasn't until he saw these two things that the weak scholar raised his face.

I saw that the scholar's cheeks were thin and his body was thin, and because of his emaciation, the eyes on his face were huge, and his wide-open eyes were full of fanaticism at this time.

"Where did you find it?"

It turned out that the monsoon handed over nothing else, it was the blood Buddha incense and the soul stone, and the weak scholar stretched out his hands and brushed the branches of the blood Buddha incense with some trembling.

"I always thought that Ziqi was talking empty words, but I didn't expect him to not only make you, but now he has these two ......"

It turned out that this thin figure and sickly face was none other than Ziqi's senior brother, Venerable Donglai of the Secret Puppet Academy.

Donglai looked at the Blood Buddha Incense and Soul Stone in his hand in disbelief, "Where did you get these two things?" ”

Donglai first asked eagerly, but then then vetoed, "No! None of this matters, it turns out that what the junior brother said is true! As long as there is this blood Buddha incense, it will definitely be able to make the living puppet escape the curse. ”

Dongfang looked at Monsoon, "You go back with me now, I want to discuss it with the elders of the Secret Puppet Academy, it's not appropriate!" Inappropriate! In order to avoid being known by more people that the blood Buddha incense is in your hands, it is better for me to go to the library to look through the classics alone. ”

Venerable Donglai, a dignified infant monk, took this blood Buddha incense and soul stone, and he actually became a little troubled and lost.

However, it is not surprising that if these two things are placed in the hands of ordinary monks, they are only used to maintain magic weapons such as the spirit flag, or to avoid the demons of the past calamity.

But if it is placed in the secret puppet pavilion, it will be a different scene, you must know that this is a necessary thing to make a "rebellious" live puppet.

It may seem to outsiders that some people can't understand that kind of fanaticism, but in the eyes of some people, making a living puppet is a great achievement.

But compared to the eagerness of the east, the monsoon is much more indifferent.

Donglai saw at a glance what Monsoon meant, "You don't want to wait until the end of this day to leave, do you?" Don't you want to die? ”

"Cough, cough", as soon as Donglai's mood fluctuated, he coughed and whezed a little, and waited until his mood calmed down a little before Donglai continued.

"The living puppet is against the sky, if it is discovered by the Heavenly Dao, I am afraid that it will directly rain down thunder and destroy you! You better go back with me, there is a secret realm in the Secret Puppet Pavilion, you can stay there for a while, and wait until the blood Buddha incense merges with you, you can do whatever you want! I will not stop you. ”

At the end, Donglai suddenly looked at Monsoon in surprise, "Isn't it that you have a passion for that demon cultivator?" ”

"Love?"

Hearing Donglai say this, Monsoon turned his head, "What is love?" Monsoon looked at the east, and looked at him as if he was looking through the east, the narrow phoenix eyes like nebulae flowing, bright and uncertain.

"Love is the pull on the road, it is the demon when it advances, it is the fetters when it ascends, I only awaken one soul and three souls with three souls, how can I say it?"

Looking at the monsoon, his mouth opened and closed a few times, but in the end he didn't say anything, this love/love is one of the seven feelings, and the joy and fear are also one of the seven feelings.

At this time, although Ji Feng had no words, he was worried about the demon cultivation, but it was better not to break it.

There are some things that can only be solved by yourself, and others can't help them.

Thinking of this, Donglai sighed secretly, Ziqi and Monsoon's mother is exactly like this.

"Since you haven't been emotional, then go back with me."

Monsoon looked at the pale red clouds, pondered for a moment and said indifferently: "It's okay."

At this time, the sparks falling from the pale red thin clouds gradually decreased, and it happened that the umbrella could not hold it that day, and the remaining eighteen umbrella bones were broken three again, without the support of the umbrella bones, and the umbrella fell down violently that day.

Yan Jiuyi waved the Nine Yan Step Shake, directly put it in the Step Shake, and then took out an object from the Nine Yan Step Shake.

But it's the incomparably delicate crystal skull.

At this time, the yin fire dissipated, the pale red thin cloud shook slightly, and a black wind swirled in the direction of Yan Jiu.

As soon as the wind approached Yan Jiu, it immediately split into two streams, one left and one right from Yan Jiu's ears.

As soon as this bleak wind entered the body, it turned into thousands of cold and sharp knives, fiercely scraping all of Yan Jiu's nerves.

Yan Jiu only felt pain, as if his internal organs were covered with sharp ice spikes, and the ice spikes were like torture, piercing himself alive.

But then Yan Jiu felt cold again, and the cold seeped into the skin, penetrated into the flesh, and was cold to the bones.

It's as if the whole body has been completely frozen into a piece of "frozen meat", but it still leaves you with consciousness, allowing you to completely enjoy this extreme pain.

This is one of the catastrophes, the "bleak wind".

The bleak wind passed all the way through the sea of knowledge, wore the dantian, and swirled in Yan Jiu's abdomen like a tour, and then he was satisfied and drilled out of Yan Jiu's ears.

First the yin fire and then the bleak wind, this heat and cold simply broke Yan Jiu's play, if it was just like this.

But the reason why this bleak wind is called "bleak wind" is that it reminds you of the most tragic thing about you.

Over and over again, we will dissect the past events that you least want to think of again and again, so that you can appreciate the "wonderful" points again and again.

There are too many demon clans who just can't endure this kind of almost torturous heavenly punishment, and turn to death, of course, if they can survive it, then the benefits are also a lot.

This was fatal to Yan Jiu at this time.

If she was just Yan Jiu, it would be better, but she still has a bumpy past life.

The death of my grandmother, the abandonment of my mother, the loneliness and helplessness of my youth, the lack of light in the welfare home, and even the hardships of adulthood, and the pain of dying from mudslides......

Frame by frame, scene by scene, heartbreaking, cycle after cycle, Yan Jiu felt that he was about to go crazy!

But what made her mad was still behind, only to see the thin clouds shake, and a black wind swirled in.

Yan Jiu no longer hesitated, his left index finger slashed at his right wrist, and Yan Jiu's wrist was cut with a finger long, and the blood said that the cut wound "tick tick" continued to fall blood.

Drop by drop, blood spilled, just fell on the crystal skull on his lap, only to see that as soon as the skull touched the blood, it jumped instantly, and the blood condensed in the hollow eye sockets became heavier and heavier, gradually showing a scarlet devouring light.

At this time, Yan Jiu's blood had begun to stop, and even the wound on his wrist had begun to heal, Yan Jiu couldn't, so he could only scratch the original wound again.

It wasn't until the entire crystal skull was soaked into a blood-red color, and the red light in the hollow eye sockets was like substance, that Yan Jiu stopped.

The entire skull was suspended in front of Yan Jiu, and the eyes that seemed to be like substance seemed to have laid a stone staircase for Yan Jiu, waiting for Yan Jiu to climb the stairs at this time.

Yan Jiu looked at the bleak wind that was circling, this time the bleak wind had not yet reached Yan Jiu, so it turned into seven strands and wanted to drill along Yan Jiu's seven orifices.

Yan Jiu took a deep breath and waited for his emotions to settle down for a while, and then he looked at the scarlet eyes of the skull...... (To be continued.) )