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Huanxi Sect, a top force in the Demon Dao, although there is no corresponding inheritance demon soldier, but it has a sect leader, three Dharma protectors and two Grandmaster Realm elders inside, so it also has a pivotal position in the Demon Dao.

Of course, this is all in the past tense, with Li Haocheng taking charge of the martial arts righteous path, under the suppression of intentional or unintentional, the demon sect of Huanxi Sect, which is rotten to the bone, is naturally comprehensively suppressed by the righteous path.

In the face of the suppression of the righteous path of almost the entire rivers and lakes, the Huanxi Sect, which did not have the inheritance of demon soldiers, was naturally powerless to resist, and soon the sect leader was killed by the head of the Confucian family, and the two elders also died in the hands of the righteous path master, and among the three major protectors, only the ghost Buddha who lived outside all the year round avoided death.

In the dim cave, there are countless night pearls, these night pearls are special gems that can shine, hundreds of them bloom at the same time, more dazzling than the same number of torches, illuminating the cave as if it were day.

Anyone who enters it, can clearly see all kinds of carved beams and paintings between the caves, these beautiful and exquisite buildings are built into a huge underground palace, and there are all kinds of rare treasures as ornaments in the underground palace, under the illumination of the night pearl, flashing with all kinds of strange brilliance, it looks very magnificent.

But what doesn't match these things is that the underground palace is not paved with floor tiles, nor is there a blanket, and the smooth ground is actually a piece of human skin, and blood flows in the cracks of the human skin stitching, and under the partially broken human skin, there are also white bones exposed.

"Whew!" In the center of the human skin carpet, a short and fat old man lay horizontally, his appearance was fat and ugly, and the fat fat filled the smooth skin, so that its surface was covered with lightning lines similar to stretch marks.

As the old man exhaled and breathed, wisps of ominous black mist flowed out of the skin of the underground people, and with the terrible sound of ghosts crying, they merged into the lines. In a trance, there seemed to be a distorted ghost image in those lines, and at a glance, the old man seemed to be haunted by thousands of resentful spirits, and the death intent visible to the naked eye appeared on the old man's face.

"Bang!" The old man with a slightly blue face clapped his hands, and around the underground palace were more than ten young men and women, among whom the female was graceful, or charming and charming, or young and lovely, and the male was slender, handsome and chic, or gentle and elegant.

They came to the old man, took off their clothes, and intersected in front of the old man unscrupulously, and the smell of fornication filled the underground palace. The old man took a deep breath as if he had seen some excellent elixir, and more than seventy qi rays flowed around him, intertwining with each other, revealing a golden body of the Buddha with dim brilliance and small skeletons inlaid on the top of the temples in the infinite dead air behind him.

A little bit of pink breath converged through the mystery of life and death, flowing into the Buddha's golden body, washing away the dead qi, the old man's skin gradually dissipated with ugly corpse spots little by little, and the stretched skin was constantly restored, and even the bulging belly was slightly loosened, trembling slightly with his movements.

"Hahaha!" the old man laughed, his obvious joy made him look a little bit Maitreya, but the dozen or so men and women around him who had turned into dried corpses were silently telling about the horror of his methods and the distortion of his heart.

"Okay, have you made enough trouble?" A loud urn sounded from the old man's side, and he said with some disdain: "What is the cultivation of more than seventy heavens? Besides, the most troublesome part of seizing people's power is to erase the will and attributes of the other party and reduce the conflict with oneself. Your idea of the Joy Sect choosing to distort the mixture of vitality and lust in the process of yin and yang harmony and the entanglement of lust with each other, so as to erase each other's will and power attributes of the two sides of the union is not bad, but it is also too inferior. As for you, although you are smarter, you have thought of using the power of death to reconcile the lust and vitality in the vitality because of the harmony of yin and yang, which is a little more high-end than the original method, but it is still difficult to get into the hall of elegance. ”

"If you want me to say, instead of continuing to practice like this, you should follow my thoughts, collect the essence of a hundred poisons, completely abandon your identity as a human being, and refine your physical body from the tangible to the invisible, and then from the invisible back to the tangible. After such a reincarnation, no matter how mixed the original vitality is, it will be contained by a hundred poisons, and even derive stronger toxins to enhance one's own cultivation, isn't it better?"

"And then become the body of your incarnation?" the old man sneered, looking at a huge copper basin beside him.

There are dozens of copper nails nailed on the surface of the copper basin, each nail has a relief of an ancient poison, and the basin is carved with countless strange tadpole texts.

When the old man's gaze shifted to the copper basin, he saw a formidable face emerge from the basin, and his face was made up of countless distorted faces, all of which were twisted in pain, and opened their mouths as if they were about to let out a terrible scream. But there was not the slightest sound in the underground palace, only more and more intense, like boiling, impacting the resentment of people's hearts, indicating that these faces were not illusory.

This copper basin is the sixth place in the top ten demon soldiers - the voodoo basin.

The terrifying demon soldiers condensed by the two demon gods who are in charge of witchcraft and poison in the ancient demon gods have all kinds of strange abilities.

The most peculiar thing is that there is still an existence with spiritual wisdom in the voodoo pot, he looked at the old man and said coldly: "Come on, how much longevity you have in your body, I can't look at it." Besides, if I really want to do something to you, do you think that relying on the Buddhist sect to cultivate can save you? Yin Yuanmu, you underestimate me too much......!

The face of the person in the voodoo pot said, suddenly sensed something, and then his face changed slightly: "Okay! The Pantheon was born, and you didn't even tell me!"

"What's the use of going there? Shou Yuan's problem, I've found a solution. The old man said casually, and then added an explanation: "Besides, we expect to enter it to explore, it is better to complete the sacrifice of those puppets, and when the time comes, lay an ambush outside the Pantheon and wipe them out?"

"Hehe!" Regarding the old man's explanation, the faces of the people in the voodoo pot sneered twice, and said coldly: "Okay! Originally, I wanted you to cultivate on your own, so the demon body you became could also be stronger, but now if you don't treat me, that's the only way!"

After the person in the basin finished speaking, a series of strange incantations appeared in the acupoints around Yin Yuanmu's body, he didn't have time to resist, and his whole body power was uncontrollably revealed, and these strange incantations were condensed in that heavy aura, and with the interweaving of the aura, the Buddha's dharma behind it also changed.

The skeleton on the top of the Buddha turned from pale to pitch black, human skin replaced the robe, human bone replaced the Yingluo, and a pair of half-closed eyes opened, revealing green pupils, like two pools of rancid green water that had been accumulated for thousands of years, sluggish and distracted. And like the skin made of dark gold sinks, forming cavities, in which poisonous snakes, scorpions, spiders, centipedes, lizards, toads and other poisons crawl, colorful colors with dark hollows, and dark golden bodies, it looks extremely disgusting, twisted, and terrifying.

"This is?" Yin Yuanmu, who was known as the Ghost Buddha, changed his complexion drastically, and he was extremely good at refining puppets with the help of poisons, since he didn't realize that he was being used as a puppet sacrifice unconsciously, and now he didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

"No! no, no, no......" Yin Yuanmu wanted to resist, but before he could move, the face of the person in the voodoo pot burst into a terrifying strange smile, and then there was a continuous explosion on his body, and the spine, shoulder bones, sternum, hand bones, waist bones, pelvic bones, and leg bones turned into bone ballast in this sound and explosion.

But except for the skull that is still complete, Yin Yuanmu, who does not have a complete skeleton in his body, is still standing steadily.

"It's useless, everything you have is given by me, is it so possible for you to break free of me?" After the human face in the voodoo pot finished speaking, he rushed into Yin Yuanmu's abdomen, and a large hole emerged, wrapping the voodoo pot, and then the skin surged and converged again.

"Now, it's time to close the net!"

The voice that was exactly the same as the original, came from the mouth of "Yin Yuanmu", he stretched out his hand and patted, and several big men in simple armor crawled out of the human skin carpet, their bodies were terrifying, but they were slightly stiff in their gestures, but they were a few puppets of Yin Yuanmu in the past.

"Let's go!" Nearly eighty heavy qi rays emerged from Yin Yuanmu's body, entangled with each other layer upon layer, rolled up a few puppets and rushed out of the underground palace, and came to the place where the Pantheon was born that he sensed.

"Huh?" Yin Yuanmu looked around the Pantheon, and in his perception, there were still many scar-like Dao marks left in the void, which was the aura left over from the battle between the two Dao cultivators.

"That Haoran justice should be the master of this generation of Haoran Qiankun ruler, that Dao is the master of the Eight Bitter Wands......" "Yin Yuanmu" After distinguishing the past one by one, he stared at one of them and was silent for a moment: "This breath is a little purer than me in its heyday, and it should be the power of that Taoist True Monarch." But fortunately, this true monarch should still be at the level of more than seventy heavens, and there are some strange beasts in the Pantheon, collecting their essence and blood, refining the puppets, ignoring the loss of potential, a few of my puppets can go further, and when the time comes, I have a good chance of winning. ”

After pondering for a moment, "Yin Yuanmu" just let a few puppets explore the way in front and slowly walked into the Pantheon.

The Pantheon is not simply located inside the heavens and the earth, and every time it appears, it is necessary to pass through a not very long passage to enter it.

Ordinary people walk normally, and it is probably only the time of a stick of incense, and for martial arts masters, it doesn't take much time to reach the end.

"Yin Yuanmu" is very familiar with the Pantheon, after he entered the Pantheon, he did not stop at the periphery at all, and went directly towards a pond, controlling several puppets to kill a poisonous Jiao in the pond.

Just as he was about to collect Jiao's blood and toxins, he saw a figure rushing from a distance, his red hair was like fire, he stood firm, looked at the poisonous Jiao and laughed: "What a Jiaolong, it seems that it is still a fire Jiao, which is suitable for me to increase my strength." ”

After the Chiyan Old Demon finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab the poisonous Jiao, "Yin Yuanmu" sneered himself, and a puppet on the side spit out the filthy and vicious gas that the Chinese wanted to vomit, and rushed towards the Red Flame Old Demon.

The blazing flames rose, the aura was intertwined, turning into the phantom of the Flame Demon God, the Red Flame Old Demon took half a step back, looked at "Yin Yuanmu" and said coldly: "Yin Yuanmu, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" I'm still worried that this poisonous Jiao is not poisonous enough to complete the refining of my puppet, and now with you, whether it is refining or replacing, it is just right!" Yin Yuanmu said, and several puppets around him rushed forward.

The Red Flame Old Demon laughed, the flames around him rose, and he stepped forward without the slightest fear, reaching out and patting the abdomen of one of the puppets that jumped high, like the sound of gunpowder explosion, the puppet's abdomen exploded, but what was splashed out of the four explosions was not flesh and viscera, but countless poisonous insects, and at the same time, the fishy venom also flowed out of the puppet's abdomen, and the liquid that was like sludge in the stinky ditch made the Red Flame Old Demon very disgusting.

He took two steps back, looked at the blue, gray, yellow and green mixed paste, and frowned, it could feel the terrible toxicity contained in these things, even if it was just around these liquids, people who cultivated to less than fifty heavens and did not have a qualitative change in their bodies would die violently on the spot!

"When did you come to this point!" At this time, the old demon of Chiyan could be regarded as facing the "Yin Yuanmu" in front of him, and at this time, he realized that the cultivation of "Yin Yuanmu" was beyond his imagination. Between the words, he was also thinking about the route of escape.

But how could "Yin Yuanmu" let the prey in his hand escape from the palm of his hand? He sneered and looked at the Red Flame Old Demon, stretched out his hand, and a faint streamer appeared at the position of the puppet heart that had been pierced through the abdomen by the Red Flame Old Demon.

The Red Flame Old Demon raised his eyes and saw that there were no organs at the heart of the puppet, only something similar to a poisonous insect slowly wriggling, and the surface of the poisonous insect was pasted with a rune paper covered with strange cinnabar graphics.

At this time, it was the strange picture and text that radiated the brilliance, and the Red Flame Old Demon secretly said that it was not good in his heart, but before he could move, a fierce laugh like a wolf howl came from the mouth of another puppet, and he jumped violently and appeared beside the Red Flame Old Demon, opening his mouth to reveal a mouthful of interlaced fangs, like a fierce and brutal beast.

With a hook of his hands, he grabbed the shoulders of the Red Flame Old Demon, ignoring the flames on the periphery, temporarily locking the opponent's movements.

Then the half-crippled puppet exploded violently, and more blue, gray, yellow, and green pastes were sprinkled on the Red Flame Old Demon.

In an instant, the flames that swirled around the Red Flame Old Demon turned into turquoise, and then light gray and earthy yellow continued to change, and at the same time, the magic of the demon god intertwined with its aura also underwent strange changes. Just like the original Yin Yuanmu's Buddha Dharma, the various parts that make up the body were replaced by a large number of poisonous insects, and the entire demon god phantom gradually turned into a hive, and the eyes of the Red Flame Old Demon were like two pools of rancid green water that had accumulated for thousands of years, rigid and full of sluggish feelings.

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