"Dead air, dead air again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" The Demon Luan Bird suddenly opened his mouth, "snorted" and actually stretched out a long tongue, rolled up the green gas, swallowed it in one gulp, chewed it a few times slowly, and said regretfully, "Delicious, delicious, it's just that the quantity is a little less." Hey, thief bald donkey, hurry up and throw a few more beads to this seat, so that this seat can enjoy it......"

In the past, the red luan bird hated things like death the most, and they avoided it when they saw it. However, since the demonization, the structure of the bird's body has undergone earth-shaking changes, not only no longer rejecting the dead air, but instead treating it as a delicacy and a great tonic, and it is naturally feasted upon.

Lin Xuanqing was surprised and delighted, he was so surprised that even he was afraid of the "death qi", this demon luan bird actually cracked it in such a way, which really opened his eyes;

Yu Wangchen was so glared that even his eyeballs were about to fall. He knew that the Sanskrit nine-character rosary exercise of the bitter and sad monk claimed to be able to seal all things in the world, and even the strong people who left the realm of God could suffer a big loss under him if they were not careful, but he didn't expect this demon bird to be able to directly open his mouth to dissolve it, without any effort, far beyond his imagination.

"Evil beasts dare!"

The bitter and sad monk was furious, that one word "robbery" is the key bead of the Sanskrit nine-character rosary, once it is missing, it is not so easy to make it up.

"Woo~~" The wind rises.

A demon-slaying pestle appeared between the hands of the bitter and sad monk, the cold light flickered, and it was full of frightening bells.

The demon pestle is nine zhang long, weighs more than 8,000 catties, and it is a Buddhist ancient treasure weapon that the bitter and sad monk inadvertently picked up when he walked in the peripheral area of the fallen immortal sea area. As the exclusive divine weapon of the ancient monks, the bitter and sorrowful monk naturally could not be refined normally for his own use. However, he has his own method, that is, he uses his own cultivation of the evil practice of Buddha, demon beasts, and immortals and demons, and uses blood-breaking magic to defile it and turn it into an evil Buddha-like magic weapon, which has the commonality of both Buddha and demon.

In this way, although the power of the demon slaying pestle was greatly reduced, it still surpassed ordinary divine artifacts, and became a treasure with a power between divine artifacts and ancient treasures.

The bitter and sad monk entered the Buddha with a killing, and there were countless monks who died under the demon pestle, and after being contaminated with a large amount of blood and qi, the power of this demon pestle was actually raised to a higher level, reaching the level of a low-grade ancient treasure.

The demon pestle emitted a strange light, landed on the top of the demon bird's head, and actually tried to smash its head with a pestle, and retrieve the Buddha bead.

"Boom~~"

The killing move of the bitter and sad monk is destined to fail.

The Demon Luan Bird was already good at the art of controlling the sky, and at the moment when the Demon Pestle came, it turned into an afterimage and disappeared directly.

"Thief bald donkey, stupid bald donkey, you want to hurt this seat and almost get angry. Lin boy, you see this guy doesn't look like a big bear, stupid and stupid, wahaha!"

The Demon Luan Bird spun around, and landed firmly on Lin Xuanqing's shoulder again, and did not forget to sarcastically mock the bitter monk.

The bitter and sad monk's face was pale, he scolded, and was about to strike again, when he suddenly felt a violent vibration under his feet, as if the earth dragon was rolling, and a large area of earth arched out of the ground. He hurriedly stopped what he was doing, hurriedly took a few steps back, and looked at the situation in front of him in amazement.

"Earthquake? No, no, if it were an earthquake, it would not have been possible to have such a strong blood qi. The Devil Bird screamed.

Lin Xuanqing also sensed the changes in the surrounding environment, and looked at the ground regardless of the dispute with the bitter monk.

The area beneath their feet was full of potholes and sewage. However, at some point, all the sewage turned bright red, as if it had just been released from a person. As far as the eye could see, there was blood everywhere, enveloping the sky and the earth.

"Husband, look, there are bloody hands there......" Qin Mengge suddenly exclaimed.

Sure enough, not far from them, a bloody palm stretched out from a "small dirt bag", and after pressing the ground, with a "poof", a bloody man covered in blood drilled out of the ground, and the strong bloody aura made people dizzy. One, two, three......

Soon, they were surrounded by blood.

These bloody people were as if they had been forcibly stripped of their skin, emitting a foul smell that could be smelled from a distance of ten miles.

"Be careful, it's a bloody corpse ......" Lin Xuanqing's face became extremely difficult to look at.

"Bloody corpses, what is bloody corpses?"

Yu Wangchen's scalp was numb when he saw it, even if he was proficient in all kinds of soul driving secret techniques in the Ghost Gate, but a scene like this in front of him would never be seen.

Lin Xuanqing glanced at him in disgust, and didn't want to answer, but after thinking about it, he changed his original decision and explained: "The blood corpse is the use of secret methods to strip the soul of a dead monk from the body, and purely refine the flesh body, and after a series of complex procedures, the blood corpse in front of him is formed. The Blood Corpse has no soul, but it retains all the strength of the monk during his lifetime, so it is extremely difficult to deal with. Moreover, the blood corpse contains highly poisonous poison all over its body, and if it is accidentally contaminated, it will definitely turn into a pool of blood. ”

"Poisonous?"

The bitter and sad monk wanted to make a move, but when he heard this, his face changed, but he immediately snorted coldly: "Just a bloody corpse, what a way! Look at the monks, I will slaughter them." ”

As soon as he raised his hand again, another rosary rose into the air, turning into a hazy purple, and after a burst of illusion, a word suddenly formed:

"Seal!"

Each bead of the Sanskrit nine-character rosary is a wisp of morality and contains the purest power. Now what the bitter and sad monk is exerting is the morality of "sealing", although it is not as strong as the morality of "robbery" used to deal with Lin Xuanqing just now, but the power should not be underestimated.

Sure enough, under this Sanskrit "seal", dozens of bloody corpses suddenly stopped, as if time stood still, still maintaining a marching posture.

"Broken!"

The bitter and sad monk shouted, and the blood on the faces of those bloody corpses flowed down, revealing a look of pain, "poof, poof" These bloody corpses spat out a stream of dirty blood almost at the same time, and then it was as if the strength of the whole body was instantly drained, and they collapsed to the ground softly, unable to move anymore.

His "sealed" rosary completely sealed the energy fluctuations in the bodies of these blood corpses, that is, they had a strong power, but they couldn't exert themselves.

"The bitter and sad monk really lives up to his reputation, so many blood corpses, each of them has the strength of the middle and middle of the infant Yuan Dynasty, but under the Sanskrit nine-character rosary, he has no power to resist at all, so he can only collapse to the ground and be slaughtered!" Lin Xuanqing saw the bitter and sad monk show his strength, and his eyelids couldn't help jumping.

"Blood, Blood, Blood......"

A low "swish" sound came from all directions, surrounding the four of them, and countless bloody corpses were piled up in this space.

There was a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes, as if the four of them were great tonics, trying to devour them.

"Two, it seems that we can only put aside our grievances for the time being and deal with the troubles in front of us. "That Yu Wangchen is worthy of being in charge of the Imperial Ghost Gate for many years, and when he saw the wind, he practiced the skills of the rudder, and the danger was approaching in front of him, and he actually said such a thing with a shy face.

"Hahaha, monk, I naturally have no opinion, but I don't know ...... two donors," the bitter monk laughed and said.

Just now, he had already passed some temptation and saw that these blood corpses were not indestructible, so he was in a good mood and looked in the direction of Lin Xuanqing and the others.

He seemed to have forgotten the Demon Luan Bird who was still plotting against Lin Xuanqing just now. (To be continued.) )