The little man of Tianganshan is good, according to common sense, the Nine Heavens Gangfeng represents slaughter, and his temperament is golden, which can kill all living beings. It contains a strong sense of righteousness, no matter how powerful the monsters and devils can't stand it, even if it is the primordial infant of the earth immortal, the yin god of the ghost king, when it is blown by the wind, it will instantly split the body and scatter the spirit, and the soul will be shattered.

The runes he forged with the Qi of the Dry Heaven Gang can suppress all the soul bodies of the gods, and the gods and demons can also be sealed.

However, the gods and demons refined by cultivating blood nerves with their own primordial gods are far from being comparable to the gods and demons refined by ordinary magic, if he had been at the previous level a few years ago, when Fu Zeyang was still at the previous level, although he could also break through the seal, he would have to work for at least a hundred days.

The current Fu Zeyang, refining qi with blood and refining gods with qi, is almost full of form and spirit, his whole body turns into a blood light, his five fingers burst out ten magic lights, and the Qiantian Divine Rune is scattered as soon as he rushes.

The little man of Tianganshan thought that the overall situation had been decided, although he lost his body, but the demon threw himself into the net and was sealed in his body, he could directly take this "flesh demon prison" to see the real person of Changmei, and there was no need to use the treasure of Zhenshan.

Tiangang bead is a treasure accumulated by their ancestors for several generations, although after using it, they can also cast spells to gather dry Tiangang qi and restore it into a treasure bead, but there will inevitably be waste in the process, and the power is not as good as once. He felt sorry for the treasure, and was trying to recall it, when he suddenly realized that the rune that had entered his body was broken, followed by a red light bursting out from his eye sockets, and it was too late for him to cast a spell to dodge, and he was pounced on by the blood light, and suddenly he felt that there was a blood red between heaven and earth, and his heart was dizzy, and he no longer had any thoughts......

Fu Zeyang swallowed the primordial spirit of the little man in Tianqian Mountain, silently used Xuangong, and felt that streams of pure immortal energy were spreading in his body, like rippling water, and it was extremely comfortable. This feeling is more comfortable than eating any elixir, and it makes people enjoy sinking.

"I didn't want to kill you, you were looking for your own death!" Fu Zeyang said to the corpse that fell to the ground.

The eighteen Tiangang beads in the air lost control and flew wildly, and the stirring Tiangang was in chaos.

The explosion of this thing is more powerful than the atomic bombs of later generations, and as long as the two collide together, Long Night Island will be destroyed. Fu Zeyang threw himself into the body of the little man in Tiangan Mountain, stood up again, checked his Qiankun bag, and found a bag, the qi machine and the Tiangang bead seduced each other, and it was expected to be a Tianqian bag specially used to hold the treasure bead.

He picked up the bag to collect the Tiangang beads, although he didn't know how to use them, but the two treasures were equivalent to the fairy sword and the scabbard, both of which were self-generated, the bag was opened, and a stream of essence naturally flew out from it, and the Tiangang beads in the air were also like a son and a mother, automatically flying into the bag, a total of eighteen, one is not less.

After receiving the Tiangang Pearl, Fu Zeyang looked at the magic weapons on the little man of Tianqianshan, there are more than ten pieces, each of which is a very powerful immortal treasure, and the big bow is even more powerful, there is no trace of being refined by the Qiantian Innocent Qi on it, it is not difficult to see that it is newly obtained by the little man of Tianqianshan, and it has not yet been refined.

Although this battle was fruitful, Fu Zeyang couldn't be happy, Changmei Zhenren had already calculated that there was a second person in the world who was cultivating blood nerves, and Deng Yin was sealed again, so he could completely free up his hands to find himself. That old man with long eyebrows is really powerful, and he can even be counted as having turned around in the North Pole. Now that the name of "Trapped Ancestor" has a lot of spirits and scattered cultivation legends, if Changmei comes to Beihai again, according to the time of his arrival, he will definitely be able to find his head soon!

Against the old demon with long eyebrows, even if he kills ten more little men from Tianqianshan and gets their magic weapons to arm himself to the teeth, he still has no chance of winning, let alone winning, and he has no hope of surviving, and he will definitely be wiped out in the end.

What to do?

Fu Zeyang walked back and saw a beautiful young man sitting under the pomegranate tree, his eyes slightly closed, his expression was serene, his heart jumped suddenly, and then he realized that it was his body.

He touched his face, and suddenly had a plan.

Fu Zeyang picked up his body, carefully put it into the Qiankun bag, collected the Northern Immortal Umbrella, removed the formation, found all the traces of himself and the little male Taoist, and removed all the ripe danlius, and then left the Long Night Island.

He came out of Long Night Island and did not directly return to the empty island, but first went to the Sanlian Palace of Tianqian Mountain.

"The real man is back!" the young men serving in the palace saw him and saluted one after another.

His eldest disciple, and his only apprentice at the moment, Shi Zhentong, hurriedly came over and kowtowed to him: "Master!"

Shi Zhentong was collected when he went to Middle-earth last time, he was an abandoned orphan, he only grew to thirteen years old this year, his personality is old, and he is also smart, he will learn the Tao taught to him, and he can work hard to cultivate hard, Tianqianshan Xiaonan loves him very much, called master and apprentice, he is actually a father and son, and has made up his mind to let him be his heir.

Fu Zeyang didn't know much about the way their master and apprentice got along, so he didn't dare to say hello, his brows were tightly locked and he walked in, Shi Zhentong saw the master like this for the first time, and hurriedly came.

Fu Zeyang led him into a large hall and followed the people who served: "You all go out!"

Shi Zhentong saw that the master had something to say to him, and after the waiters went out, he closed the door, and then poured a cup of tea and brought it over: "Master, please use tea." ”

Fu Zeyang didn't drink tea, and called him closer: "Shi Zhentong, I have always regarded you as the future head of this sect." ”

Shi Zhentong heard this quite seriously, and hurriedly knelt down on his knees: "The master is wrong to love, and the child is ashamed." ”

Fu Zeyang groped his forehead and said to him, "Do you know what I went out to do this time?"

Shi Zhentong nodded and replied: "After the ancestor is feathered, didn't you deduce that the future of this sect is worrying, only there is a treasure at the junction of the two seas in the northwest that can protect the safety of this sect, have you gone out to hunt for treasures this time?"

Fu Zeyang nodded again and again: "Yes, this time I did get a peerless treasure over there that countless people have dreamed of for thousands of years, but yet, I have caused another heinous crime, and there will be an even greater disaster to befall this sect." ”

Shi Zhentong was surprised: "That'...... What's that, so powerful?"

"Blood nerves!" Fu Zeyang said these three words with a heavy face.

"Blood Nerve?" Shi Zhentong had also heard of the name of Blood Nerve, "Isn't that the most evil Demon Scripture in the Demon Sect?

"Ruined, if he is destroyed, this sect will be completely finished!" Fu Zeyang said resolutely, "According to the results of my calculations, the future catastrophe of this sect can only earn a glimmer of life by relying on this blood nerve, otherwise, we will all be wiped out and there will be no place to bury!"

Shi Zhentong didn't know what to do, in his impression, whether it was the master in the past, or the predecessors he came into contact with such as Changmei Zhenren, Tiandu, Minghe, etc., they all regarded the blood nerve as a flood beast, that was the most terrible thing in the world, and it must not be contaminated in the slightest, but now, the master told himself that only this thing could save his sect, which made him very confused.

Fu Zeyang said: "The Blood Nerve is indeed the most evil technique in the world, even many people in the Demon Sect are afraid of it, but there is no way, except for it, we have no other way to survive the future calamity." ”

Shi Zhentong asked with difficulty: "That...... Master, can you cultivate that Demon Sutra?"

"No, because I got the Demon Sutra and touched the heavenly machine, the Orthodox people will soon find out. Fu Zeyang suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed it at Shi Zhentong's eyebrows, Shi Zhentong's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and countless blood-colored figures who were cultivating appeared in his mind, "Good boy, the hope for the future of this sect depends on you." ”

"Master...... I ......" Shi Zhentong felt a little messy in his head, and he shook his head vigorously.

Fu Zeyang grabbed his shoulder, "Listen, I'm about to leave with blood nerves, and then I was deliberately discovered by the Orthodox Christians, and I was beaten by them, and my body and spirit were destroyed." You have to concentrate on lurking and silently cultivating this scripture, you must remember that those fellow Taoists who have befriended us in the past will no longer be our Taoist friends in the future, and will become our enemies, if they find that you are cultivating the blood nerve, they will never be soft on you, you must remember to protect yourself, you must wait until the blood nerve is cultivated to the fullest, and help this sect survive that calamity. You don't have to ask anyone who killed me, you can't afford to offend any of those people, and you don't need to avenge me!"

"Master!" Shi Zhentong's brain was not very clear, but his true feelings were revealed, and he suddenly had a sour nose and cried.

Fu Zeyang untied the Qiankun bag on his waist and put it in Shi Zhentong's arms: "This is the master's flying sword, as well as the magic weapon of the cultivation over the years, the Qianyuan True Scripture of this door and the treasure of Zhenshan Tiangang Zhu are also in it, in the future, you will be the palace master of Sanlian Palace, close the door, cultivate well, and don't make trouble!"

After he finished speaking, he slapped Shi Zhentong's head and let Shi Zhentong fall asleep, he hugged Shi Zhentong to the bed, covered the quilt, checked it again, and saw that there was no flaw, so he went out to leave.

Shi Zhentong fell into a blood-colored nightmare, surrounded by a patch of red, an endless sea of blood and blood clouds filled the void, and in the sea of clouds, there were countless blood-colored figures cultivating...... He walked aimlessly, crying and calling out to Master.

Finally, his master appeared, looking embarrassed, his hair was scattered, covered in blood, and he also cried and said to him: "Tong'er, don't avenge me, be careful of Changmei real people, be careful of Buddhist monks, be careful of Emei sect ......" Before he finished speaking, he melted and disappeared in the blood mist.

Shi Zhentong woke up from his dream with a loud shout, hurriedly went to the ground, and summoned the palace people: "Have you seen my master?"

The palace man replied: "The palace master has already left, it seems that he is in a hurry, before leaving, he called us together, saying that he will leave for a long time, and you will take over the position of the palace master and take charge of Tianqian Mountain." ”

Shi Zhentong sat on the steps in a dejected manner, holding Master's Qiankun bag and crying loudly, he faintly felt that he would never see Master again in the future, and he would be alone again.

(End of Volume 3 of the Long Frozen Night)