The baby's eyes were peculiar, completely blood-red, and the pointed ears were protruding, which looked a little weird, but after a closer look, he felt that this baby was extremely handsome, which made Yang Chen involuntarily want to get close.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

A loud Buddha voice erupted from the mouth of the Buddha's phantom behind Yang Chen, Yang Chen looked at himself blankly, only to realize that he had unconsciously caught the path of this thing.

Looking at Cheng Muwan again, her expression was sluggish, and she slowly walked towards the baby, not caring about the blood-red giant palm that had been entangled with her, she pushed her palms horizontally, and a scolding sound like a twilight drum and morning bell erupted from her mouth.

"The Dharma is boundless."

The Buddha behind him followed Yang Chen's palms and moved, and also turned into two golden giant palms, one palm supporting the sky and the other palm supporting the ground, as if he wanted to blast the entire magic circle open.

The baby's eyes were red, and his mouth was reciting ancient spells, and the sea of blood was monstrous, wave after wave, constantly fighting against the golden giant palm.

The sea of blood kept emitting white smoke, and the white expanse of the eyes shrouded everything.

A violent roar rang out, the sea of blood dissipated, the golden giant palm disappeared, and everything returned to its previous state.

It's just that a figure appeared next to the mysterious pool, and it was the baby from before.

Cheng Muwan seemed to have just woken up from her confusion, and looked at the baby with some puzzlement, and a sneer appeared in the baby's mouth.

"The methods of the Great Lei Yin Temple in the West are nothing more than that, but it is not enough for Buddhism to have a Jizo King in the underworld, is this trying to meddle in the spiritual world now?"

Yang Chen didn't answer this person's question, because at this moment, the system ran out again to make a choice.

Looking at the option, Yang Chen inadvertently skipped the mysterious figure, and instead looked at the pool behind him, because the choice was like this.

1, destroy the ninth son of the Blood Ancestor, destroy its arrangement in the spirit world, sacrifice himself to let Cheng Muwan enter the blood pool, and reward the host with the sword intent of Tongtian.

2, be an iron rooster who does not pluck the feathers of geese, in line with the principle of having benefits for yourself, let Cheng Muwan resist the ninth son of the blood ancestor, quietly enter the blood pool to monopolize the benefits, and reward the benefits of the blood pool for you to monopolize, what other benefits do you want?

System, are you sure you call it the Necromantic Selection System, are you a choice? You are simply a temptation system, the benefits of this blood pool have the sword intent of the sky, that is the sword intent of the saint, are you letting me choose? It's obviously a seduction, so I decisively chose one.

Congratulations to the host for obtaining the first layer of Heavenly Sword Intent.

Yang Chen was still happy listening to the previous words, but what the hell is this first layer in the back?

Shouldn't it be a complete Tongtian Sword Intent? You give me a first layer, why don't you say the rewards in front, this system is simply inappropriate.

As a wave of sword intent poured into his mind, Yang Chen once again understood that he had been pitted by the system again, where was this heavenly sword intent, it was directly a hodgepodge of basic swordsmanship, which could be said to include all the basic swordsmanship in the world.

However, Yang Chen is still quite satisfied with becoming a sword immortal, at least it is easier for people to accept than any Buddhist method.

After all, in Yang Chen's era, those bald donkeys in Buddhism were really annoying, and Yang Chen also rejected them from the bottom of his heart, and it was better to be a sword immortal.

The baby standing next to the blood pool snorted coldly when he saw that Yang Chen ignored him.

"I don't know what to say, don't think that you can be presumptuous if you can take my move, look at my Netherworld Purgatory."

The baby sat on the blood lotus, his hands began to seal quickly, and countless afterimages appeared, this time those corpses that had not moved again rioted, and the baby's mouth was filled with an evil smile.

"Rakshasa ."

At this time, the baby's hands paused, and the blood-colored light bloomed from between the hands, turning into countless silk threads to connect the corpses together, and these corpses merged with the blood line, and strangely began to devour and fuse each other, and in an instant, a rakshasa appeared.

The baby smiled with satisfaction, and the blood lotus turned into a blood light and shot into the center of the Rakshasa eyebrows, and the originally closed Rakshasa suddenly opened his eyes, one black and one red, and the two eyes made people look extremely strange, and two rays of light shot out of his eyes.

Yang Chen only felt that his whole body was locked by a strong spiritual coercion, and the two rays of light, one black and one red, rushed directly towards him, as if they contained great fear.

Looking at the demon slaying pestle in his hand, Yang Chen regarded it as a sword, swept it aside, and accurately pointed at the two rays of light, and a strong burst of sword intent instantly defeated this light.

Rakshasa was also a little surprised when he saw Yang Chen suddenly use his sword intent, and with a wave of one hand, a blood-red long sword flew out of the blood pool, and laughed: "Compete with our blood clan in swordsmanship, and let you know what a real sword is." ”

Looking at this sword, I couldn't help but think of the two innate spirit treasure-level swords Yuan Tu and Ah Bi of the Blood Ancestor in the desolation, all of which were mainly killed, but they were really killing treasures, and I couldn't help but ask questions with a fiery gaze.

"Yuan Tu Sword?"

The ninth son of the Blood Ancestor shrank his eyes, but then he became proud, and his tone was also a little arrogant.

"You kid is still a little knowledgeable, and he actually knows the holy weapon of my clan, although this is not the Yuan Tu sword itself, but it is also the name of the acquired sword that my father refined according to Yuan Tu: Kill, the first time I appeared today, I will take your sacrificial sword."

It was not the Yuan Tu Sword, which made Yang Chen feel a little lost in his heart, but when he heard that it was the treasure of the day after tomorrow, he immediately became happy again, even if it was the treasure of the day after tomorrow, it was a great thing, and he just used it now, there was nothing wrong with it, otherwise he would not be able to use the sword that was too good, thinking about it, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

For Yang Chen's smile, this Blood Ancestor Ninth Son instinctively felt that something was wrong, but his confidence in his magic weapon made him put away this trace of doubt, and directly slashed Yang Chen's locked and manipulated the flying sword.

Looking at the murderous sword aura, the more Yang Chen looked at it, the happier he became, this was simply tailor-made for himself!

No matter what, let's take it first, with a roll of his eyes, a mysterious black hole appeared in the place where the long sword must pass, and without waiting for the ninth son to react, the long sword was directly swallowed by the black hole, and Yang Chen disappeared at the same time.

At this time, Xiao Qingya was dreaming on the bed, and a blood-red long sword suddenly smashed on her body, causing her to scream in fright.

"Who?"

Yang Chen also appeared immediately, ignoring Xiao Qingya, at this moment, this acquired treasure fell weakly because of the loss of the master's blessing, picked up the sword, and wanted to refine, but found that it could not be refined for a while and a half, so he walked away without looking back, and only dropped a sentence: "Put this sword here first, don't lose it." ”

Leaving Xiao Qingya with a blank face, who am I? Where am I? How did I put on such a big name ghost.

Come and go when you want, leave when you want, completely ignore your feelings, and don't know that people are sleeping? Don't you know that as long as you lift the quilt, you can see a flawless body?

Ah~ What was I thinking?

This damn ghost, next time you come to make him look good, you must know that girls' boudoirs can't be messed in, especially when girls are sleeping, what are you doing when you come in~ Phew, you can't come in.

Where can Yang Chen take care of Xiao Qingya's feelings, when he came back with breakfast this morning, Yang Chen found out this problem, from the fact that Blue Star can bring things back, is it also possible to bring things from the spirit world to Blue Star, the answer is yes, so there is a previous scene.

It didn't take long to go back and forth at all, and when Yang Chen's figure appeared again, the ninth son of the Blood Ancestor reacted, and he lost his sense of follow-up, and couldn't help but be angry.

"What have you done to my sword? I can't sense it. ”

Hearing this, someone's heart blossomed, and he said even more in his heart: "It's strange to be able to sense it, that thing is no longer in this realm." But his face was pretending to be dazed, as if he was looking at a fool.

"What are you talking about? Didn't you want to kill me, why did you suddenly get nervous? ”

The ninth son of this blood ancestor is about to collapse at this moment, this is the only magic weapon left by his father, I wanted to sigh for a while, but I didn't expect it to be gone, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, the more angry I became, the more angry I became, and finally the anger started from my heart, and the evil was born on both sides, blaming this kid, so he began to attack Yang Chen with full anger and without any tricks.

Yang Chen suddenly rejoiced in his heart, what he wants is for you to lose your mind and attack recklessly, this kid is a little evil, and there are many means, I don't dare to guarantee that this kid will not make any moths, after all, it is the son of a blood ancestor boss.

In an instant, Yang Chen's eyes were tightly closed, and he used to refer to the sword, and a sharp sword aura slashed out, this is a move that all the basic sword moves converge on, and it is also Yang Chen's last hole card at present, if he didn't have this sword, he really wouldn't dare to anger this kid.

Although without the blessing of the sword, the power of this move has weakened, but it is still not a problem to deal with a blood clan of the same realm.

This ninth son of the Blood Ancestor was obviously just born, and he was in the middle of the ghost realm and Yang Chen's level, that is, Yang Chen had many means, if he was replaced by an ordinary ghost thing, he would have been killed by him, and he would not even be able to see his true body.

After a sword, the dust settled.

In a distant and unknown world, a sea of blood suddenly began to roll, and a huge face appeared, letting out an angry roar.

"Who dares to destroy my arrangement?"

Pinched his fingers and calculated, but nothing was calculated, and finally looked beyond the thirty-three heavens, and disappeared with a cold snort, and the sea of blood also returned to calm.

At this moment, Yang Chen and Cheng Muwan appeared in the sky, anxiously rushing towards the steps ahead, these gray gases were about to envelop the entire spirit world, leaving only one blank path, and they were being occupied by gray gas at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, Cheng Muwan's cultivation at this moment has obviously reached the peak of the Powerful Ghost Realm, and it seems that the blood pool is extraordinary, but even so, at the current speed of the two of them, it is impossible to climb the steps, and they can only be swallowed by gray gas.

Looking at the steps in front of him, Yang Chen was ruthless in his heart, grabbed Cheng Muwan, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." ”