Chapter 545 - The Bloody Man in the Forest

And behind him, it is naturally Ling Fei.

Ling Fei hesitated for a moment, but then spoke, "Holy Son, my subordinates still feel that it is too risky. The Netherworld is a fierce beast, and its divine sense is incomparably powerful. Although it has the constraint of [Dead Palm Print], there is still the possibility of backlash. Therefore, the corpse pattern path has always waited for the corpse to completely die before controlling the soul as a corpse soul. 」

Xiao Hu shook his head when he heard this.

He looked at Ling Fei and said very seriously, "Do you know the origin of the Corpse Pattern Dao?"

Ling Fei was stunned, but he didn't speak.

Xiao Hu said with rare humor: "Reading is very important. 」

He turned and stood with his hands in his hands. Looking at the endless night, it seemed that in his eyes he was returning to the thunderstorm night that had flickered, and the figure holding the corpse and looking up to the sky and howling.

"Thunder as a witness, love as a witness. Even if you are poor and fall into the Yellow Spring, you and I will never be separated. 」

"Huangquan Daozong, the first sentence of the Creation Scroll. 」

Xiao Hu said slowly, "At that time, the corpse pattern Dao was called [Huangquan Dao]. The original intention of creating Huangquan Dao back then was to make the deceased merge with themselves and never be separated. After that, the strong man used the corpse soul to become extremely strong, and people worshipped him in this way. But how can it be so simple to find a puppet who is willing to die and be manipulated?"

"Over time, the people who practice the [Huangquan Dao] take the initiative to kill the powerful cultivators, and then forcibly use the method to mobilize the dead souls. 」

"This is the origin of the Corpse Pattern Dao. 」

Ling Fei was dumbfounded when he heard this, but he somehow felt that the Holy Son had not deceived him.

"So, wouldn't we ......" Xiao Hu nodded calmly when he heard this, and then took over the sentence: "Yes, you have all made mistakes. Didn't you see that [Makeup Dragon] can crush the sunspot with the Second Palace Realm? Because the corpse soul of Makeup Dragon is also a soul that is willing to follow him and be manipulated after death. 」

"The soul of the dead, though manipulated, has lost the agility of its own consciousness. However, those who are willing to become corpse souls are those who voluntarily give up their bodies and merge with the host before they die, and their hearts are connected. 」

"How can such a corpse soul be compared to the Corpse Pattern Dao?"

At this moment, he stopped.

And Ling Fei also felt something, and frowned: "It's a very strong smell of blood. 」

Xiao Hu looked ahead, his gaze as if he had passed through the woods.

"Interesting. 」

............

It's a jungle to the east.

In the east of the world, the most famous is probably the East China Sea. It's just that in addition to the endless East China Sea, there is the world where tattooed beasts are rampant-the Forbidden Forest.

If you look down from the air, the boundless blue sea and the dense green ocean reflect each other, which has a unique artistic conception. But somewhere in the green sea at the moment, it was full of blood.

I saw a young man holding the tree with his right hand, still holding a long stick in his left hand, looking around vigilantly. And around him, there was the corpse of a tattooed beast. None of these tattooed beasts were too high-level, only the first and second orders. But there were a lot of them, and the corpses of at least twenty tattooed beasts were lying here, and the smell of blood seemed to rise to the sky, scattered in the forbidden forest.

In the Forbidden Forest, a world infested with tattooed beasts, the smell of blood is a dangerous thing.

Most tattooed beasts are bloodthirsty and sensitive to the smell of blood. And a scene like the bloody hell right now will directly make those tattooed beasts rush like crazy.

But the young man seemed to be unconscious, only to see him tear open the tattered upper body robe, revealing a body of strong and horizontal muscles, but his body was already covered with blood, like a bloody man.

This person was the Xuantian who resolutely left the Southern Imperial City alone after fighting with Xu Yan in front of the Great Temple of Jidao Temple that day.

If someone in the same realm saw the scene in front of them, I am afraid that they would be shocked.

It's just that the Second Palace Realm can kill more than 20 tattooed beasts of comparable strength with their own strength!?

Even if you put it in the same realm, it is the best!

In fact, in the Jidao Temple, the strongest has never been Xuanxiu, but Xuantian.

It's just that Xuantian spends more time in retreat and practice, and Xuanxiu's experience in the world is also very important because of the tattoo master's cultivation of the gods, so he is not just bored to practice.

It's just as strong as Xuantian, and at this moment there is already a feeling that the oil is running out.

He had been fighting for seven hours, from sunset to night.

No matter how domineering and powerful his copper skin realm is or how powerful the [Eight Desolations and Liuhe Divine Skill] is, he is already dizzy and weak all over his body at this moment. But he still held on.

He came here to become stronger.

The experience between life and death, standing on the tip of a knife and dancing, is undoubtedly the fastest way to stimulate growth and become stronger. In the past seven hours, his improvement has not been half a star, and his combat skills have become more concise and powerful. It's just that in fact, he also knows in his heart that coming here to fight for a long time and not fleeing is no different from sending him to death.

But he still put his hands on the tree, trying to see how far he could go.

"Roar!!"

There was another furious roar.

Three terrifying auras, like the tip of a sharp arrow, pointed directly at Xuantian's position.

It was a three-headed second-order peak [Devil Horned Sheep].

The Devil's Horn Sheep only haunts at night. The essence of his body was all in that pair of black-gold sheep's horns, and the power granted by his horns could even leapfrog the challenge and break through the defenses of higher-level tattooed beasts than himself. What's even more terrifying is that the Devil's Horned Sheep is a gregarious striped beast.

At this moment, behind the three devil-horned sheep, there are more than a dozen first-order devil-horned sheep.

With such a lineup, even the tattoo masters of the Three Palace Realm did not dare to shake their edge head-on, and even the tattoo masters of the Ten Pattern Realm had to fight and retreat, and if they retreated half a step slowly, they would probably be wiped out under their hooves.

Xuantian stood firmly, but his eyes were filled with madness.

This breath between life and death, he had ever felt.

That was the first time the young man felt it when he slapped his palm before the great temple that he had once cited as a holy place. And then he didn't do anything, because he couldn't react at all before that life-and-death crisis.

This time, he won't just stand still and wait for death.

The residual texture on his body feels pitiful when he looks at it. The eyes of the three-headed second-order peak devil-horned sheep were indifferent, as if they were looking at a piece of dying meat. The Devil's Horned Sheep is a carnivorous striped animal.

"Ahhhh

Eight Desolations and Six Divine Skills!

Behind him, there seemed to be a vague figure.

The phantom held the vajra rod and fell on the devil-horned sheep in front of him, as if it were a judgment.

The three-headed devil-horned sheep sensed the crisis and subconsciously avoided it.

It's just that one of them can't dodge.

A touch of golden light fell!

Tattoo Technique - Demon Suppression Judgment!

Rumble!!

Like a thunderbolt destroying the world!

The pair of horns that the devil's horn was most proud of were all shattered, and he fell to the ground with a cry of sorrow, and he died with a whimper.

The Devilhorn sheep all around rang out with the cries of sadness, unease, and anger.

At this time, Xuantian had fallen to the ground, waiting for his last moment before he died.