"The bloody Taoist friend laughed, Sen Luo Shan established a faction so far, after resisting the Heavenly Demon Yuansha, destroying the corpse Venerable Deng Chen, severely damaging the Gupan Banshee, expelling demons, riding the wind and waves, and the torch has been passed down for more than 100 years, and it is not that the Taoist friend said that it could be destroyed, and it could be destroyed. ”

The Bloody Ancestor shook his head, there was no need to say too much in the first place.

"I'm not here to argue with you. Destroy your Senluo faction today, I originally came prepared. Where is the Thousand Poison Old Ancestor?"

I only heard a shrill laugh, and a thick smoke flew out of the black clouds, and out of the thick smoke came a Mai Taoist with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, also standing on the red light of the bloody ancestor.

This is the leader of the notorious Southern Xinjiang Evil Sect Thousand Poisons Old Ancestor Sect, Zuo Siming.

"Sect Leader Zuo, show the bag in your hand to Sect Leader Sen Luo. ”

The Thousand Poison Ancestor Sect Leader smiled again and untied a burlap bag from his waist.

The sack was full of inscriptions, bulging, and it seemed to be full of living creatures, and it was moving from one to the other.

When I saw this bag, my face changed miserably!

This is the Yuan Funeral Bag used by the Thousand Poison Ancestor Cult to capture the souls of the living.

The Thousand Poisons Ancestor Sect is good at cultivating magic weapons with the souls of living people, and this Yuan Death Bag is an indispensable soul catching weapon.

"That's right, you can take a good look, this is filled with the souls of thirty-five disciples under your sect, I only need to burn them with yin fire, and they will be destroyed and will never be reborn. ”

Chou Jixing once ordered his disciples to find an opportunity to solve it with the help of the enemy's blades, which was a helpless move.

The military solution symbolizes the abandonment of all the previous achievements of the cultivation in this life, abandoning the physical body, and only letting the soul and spirit go out of the body, transfer to the underworld, and reincarnate again.

If you are lucky, you can return to the Xuanmen cultivation in the next life, it will be a good result.

But after all, the positive results of cultivation in this life will be in vain.

But it seems that this alone is not enough......

I can't imagine that the demon is so vicious, not only killing all people, but also killing all the living souls, this practice is to make people destroy both body and spirit.

The destruction of form and spirit means that you disappear in the Three Realms, and the clouds and fog dissipate, as if you have never been to this world.

Too vicious.

"If you don't want your disciple to give up your life in vain, you just need the Sword Ancestor to take back the Zhenxian Sword Rope, no longer bind the Divine Stone, lift the ban, and let my master Venerable Heavenly Demon Yuan Sha come out, and I will guarantee with a poisonous oath that your disciple will be reincarnated. ”

It turned out that the Sword Ancestor couldn't exert his strength, just because the Zhenxian Sword Rope was locked on the pipa bone by himself.

With its own Qimen acupoint, release mana attached to the sword rope and resist the divine stone.

It's just that there is obviously a Divine Rune Forbidden on the Divine Stone, so why use such an extreme method to add suppression power?

The Sword Ancestor had already gritted his steel teeth, and his mana was stirring with emotion, and the iron rope rang with a golden light.

"Under my Senluomen, there is no one who is afraid of death, slaying demons and eliminating demons is the foundation of cultivation, even if the form and spirit are destroyed!

The Bloody Ancestor sighed.

"I'm very worried, I'm patient to wait for your reply, but I'm afraid that other colleagues don't have this patience. ”

In the dark clouds behind him, the noise started again.

Suddenly, a white light shot towards the Thousand Poison Ancestor!

It was the youngest disciple of the Senluo Sect, Xuanyuan Po.

Xuanyuan Po's tears had long since dried up, and a ray of light flew out of his eyebrows.

That's the edge of the sword.

And he himself also flew up, and the lightning momentum of his right hand climbed the brilliance, like a thunderbolt, shooting towards the Thousand Poison Ancestor.

His indicator is the Yuan Death Bag.

In his ears, there was an urgent call from the master.

"Xuanyuan Po! Don't be impulsive!"

"Demon, I'm fighting with you!"

This is Xuanyuan Po's answer.

Xuanyuan Po is the youngest disciple of the Senluo Sect, and now he is the new head of the sect, and his ability is not outstanding.

His talent is not outstanding, and after ten years of entry, it is still difficult to cultivate the unity of body and sword.

All of you also love this youngest disciple very much, and in addition to the teachings of the master, they have also minored for him in private.

But this has also become Xuanyuan Po's biggest obstacle to practice.

He paid too much attention to affection and righteousness, and was too dependent on his fellow brothers and sisters, so when he was cultivating, it was difficult for him to break through the love barrier.

does not break the love barrier, symbolizing the helplessness to cut off the three corpse gods.

The most important thing in the authentic practice of Xuanmen is to cut off the three corpse gods in the divine consciousness, and mortals think that it is just greed, hatred, and stupidity.

In fact, in the Xuanmen, it is called "hesitation", "hesitation", and "stumbling", which is originally a filthy divine consciousness entrenched in the human body.

If you don't kill these three corpse gods, your cultivation seems to have a shallow foundation, and it is difficult to penetrate the mysteries of the upper layer, let alone be able to communicate with the spirit of the sword god you have refined.

The Chongxu Sword refined by Xuanyuan Po was also given by his master.

The sword is a good sword, forged by the ancient candles, and full of aura.

But Xuanyuan Po has never been able to control it.

Even later, he was able to cultivate the sword to any size, and he usually hid it in the Eyebrow Seal Hall.

The magic of the sword is the unity of the sword.

Due to the karma of the three corpse gods, he had no choice but to achieve spiritual communication, and even though the sword could fly out of his hand, he couldn't fly at will.

Therefore, Xuanyuan Po still uses mortal swordsmanship, and his hand does not leave the sword.

But today's sword is like thunder and lightning.

Its power is actually chasing the sword flying slash.

The figure shot out, and the sword was already in his hand, straight to the other party's heart.

Three feet of cold light, rushing to the face.

The corners of the Thousand Poison Ancestor Sect Master's mouth twitched slightly, and he chuckled.

"Interesting, I'm going to play with this kid. ”

The voice was full of sarcasm.

Just for a moment, the sword light had stopped.

But it's not that Xuanyuan Po wants to stop, but he has to stop.

The blade of the sword, once in the hand.

It was between the two fingers of the Left Hand of the Thousand Poison Ancestor Sect Master.

Index and middle fingers.

He only used two fingers to easily clamp the thunderous Excalibur with a single blow.

"Is this also a disciple of Senluo? The body and sword are not united, what kind of Tao do you cultivate?"

The Thousand Poison Ancestor Sect Leader was full of ridicule.

Xuanyuan Po's face was flushed, and he tried his best to pull out the Chongxu Sword.

It's just that it can't be unplugged.

Motionless.

His person was like hanging in the air, just with the support of the sword, the whole person was lifted up by the Thousand Poison Ancestor Sect Master.

With just two fingers.

The Thousand Poison Ancestor Sect Leader laughed.

"Okay, let your ancestor teach you what swordsmanship is. ”

After that, as soon as his right hand was raised, the sword pointed at the Heavenly Spirit Cover that had been broken by Xuanyuan!

In the distance, I once heard the sound of sorrowful shouting.

"Demon!

Tone to the person.

Man to the sword.

Sorrowful Jixing once turned into a golden light, directly taking the Thousand Poison Ancestors.

But there was another light that was faster than him, and that was blood.

The bloody light once collided with the golden light, bursting out a hundred and ten sparks!

"Sect Master Zuo is just helping Your Excellency teach your apprentices, if you want to move your hands and feet, I will accompany you. ”

In the hand of the bloody demon floated a round wheel as large as a human body, shaped like a full moon, blood-red all over, and full of charms, pressing on the shining golden light of the sword finger of the sorrowful extreme.

When he looked at this round, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Blood Demon Knife! Demon Evil! You will be punished by heaven!"

The Blood Dividing Immortal Knife is the Zhenshan weapon of the Heavenly Demon Palace's powerful demons.

At that time, in order to refine this weapon that specifically responded to the evil way of the Xuanmen, the bloody demon found forty-nine people of the evil way of the Xuanmen, and cut off their heads, and refined the soul and the dirty blood for eighty-one years, and this knife was refined in a furnace.

This knife brings together the pure yang true qi and unjust qi of the cultivators, and refines it with pure yin and dirty blood.

All the evil ways scattered immortals, when they encounter this knife, they are all indignant.

It's just because it's forged by the blood and soul of the same way.

Just in this moment.

The Thousand Poison Ancestor Sect Master once withdrew his hand, and Xuanyuan Po's body was like a withered leaf, once falling into the clouds.

Chou Jixing frowned, and drank in his mouth: "Disease!"

In an instant, the golden light was shining, and the Blood Demon Ancestor's Blood-Destroying Immortal Knife was actually swept away, and he was even more shocked out of the way.

A golden light once drew out in his hand, and he flew towards Xuanyuan Po reflexively.

The Blood Demon Ancestor frowned and said, "It is worthy of the Mixed Yuan Sword, and the Blood Transformation Knife really can't defile it." ”

Coincidentally, the Rakshasa Lady Qingming and the Yellow Eyebrow Ancestor both sneered.

It turns out that this so-called treasure in the devil is nothing more than that.

Sorrowful flying fast, he once used the golden light to support Xuanyuan Po's body, he flew with it, slightly held it in his hand, pressed the sword light, and landed under his feet.

Looking at Xuanyuan Po again, he was once unconscious, his eyes were closed, and the skin on his face was simply pitch black, as if he was covered with a layer of black gas, lingering.

The Thousand Poison Ancestor above the clouds laughed: "Sorrowful old man, I will soon have enough thirty-six souls in this Yuan Death Bag. You, a beloved little apprentice, have been hit by my Rotten Bone Sword, and the poisonous gas will be transported all over the body, and even if you are a Daluo Immortal, you will inevitably be relieved in a moment or three! I think you still obediently follow the words of the bloody ancestor, otherwise you will cut off your children and grandchildren, don't blame the sect master for saying nothing. ”

This statement was originally true, the Rotten Bone Sword of the Thousand Poison Ancestor was the most notorious among the two realms of Xuan and Demon. The sword has no shadow and is formless, it is made of yin and filth miasma, it is extremely poisonous, and when it is shot, it is a black gas, and when it fights against people, it takes the opportunity to drill into the eight veins of the cultivator's strange scriptures, and it will die of anger in a moment or three.

Chou Jixing hurriedly pointed at Xuanyuan Po with a little golden light in his sword and pointed at Xuanyuan Po's eyebrows.

"Trying to force the sword poison out? Wishful thinking! Unless the two people from thirteen hundred years ago come back, no one can force out my rotten bone sword!"

Sorrowful Jixing remained unmoved, and continued to inject Xuanyuan Po's mud pill palace with true qi.

The Bloody Ancestor was already impatient, and his face became more and more gloomy at this time: "It seems that the Sen Luo Sect doesn't want to do what this seat wants? ”

Before the words fell, his left hand once sacrificed the blood to dispel the immortal knife, and with a wave of his hand, the round wheel turned into a piece of blood light, like an arrow off the string, flying out, and it was actually a direct take of the Yuan Shi Tianzun.

He preemptively made the move, originally because he was afraid that other demons would accidentally touch the prohibition of the Divine Stone, and originally hoped to use the soul of Sen Luo's disciples as a hostage to force Chou Ji Xing to lift the ban.

At the moment, it seems that Chou Jixing and Yuan Shi Tianzun would rather sacrifice their disciples than open the Divine Stone, so they simply strike first!

As long as you first cut off the rope of the Yuan Shi Tianzun's bundle of stones, and then only need to seep the blood smoke into the cracks of the stone body, you will not be able to break this pure yang prohibition.

However, the Rakshasa Female Qing Ming did not fall behind, and the sackcloth banner in her hand was raised, and there were actually nine demons with ghost faces and red faces around her body, with a bewitching and colorful body, which was the vicious Nine Sons Yin Demon Control Technique in the Rakshasa Sect.

And the corpse demon Stygian Spring had already laughed evilly, sucked a mouthful of blood at the throat of the female disciple in his hand, and threw the corpse under the cliff casually, and black gas appeared all around his body, like a black light roaring towards the Yuan Shi Tianzun.

When he landed, the sound of killing was heard in the black clouds in the sky at the top of the cliff, and seeing that the bloody ancestor had made a move, the demons had long been helpless, and they also killed the three people on the cliff.

The magic weapon elixir cannot be given to others in vain.