Zhu Qunhao rushed to Lintao Mansion to rescue the Seven Factions and Five Yue, and the matter of besieging and killing Ye Baiyi spread to every corner of the rivers and lakes. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info as far as the snowy plateau of Tibet and as far as the ice palace of Nepal.

A few days ago, in the snowy region of Tibet, in a Tibetan Buddhist temple.

There is a man and a woman in the temple, the male sword eyebrows and starry eyes, there is a hidden evil aura between the eyebrows, and the female has a flower and moon appearance, wearing a thick white cotton jacket.

The man is cold and bloodless, and the woman is cold and witty.

His eyes were as vicious as a serpent and as cold as ice. "Blood Knife Sutra, the highest heart method of the Bon Sect Blood Knife Sect, I was thrown too far away by Ye Baiyi, too far! I have to do whatever it takes. ”

Leng Miaoci looked at Leng Wuxue and turned over the folded animal skin, his face was tender red, his face was like a peach, and he said softly with shame: "There are some stinky monks without clothes painted on the animal skins, these monks are really not ashamed, cousin, do you really want to cultivate the Blood Sword Sutra, do you really want to fall into the devil." ”

"The moment I touched him, there was a crack in my heart, and the only way to make up for this crack was to kill him, and the heroes of Lintao Mansion gathered, this is a good opportunity, as long as I can kill him, I will do whatever it takes. ”

Cold and bloodless unfolded animal skin, the animal skin is painted with a squirted, deep-eyed, curled, eagle-nosed naked man, he is a one-legged golden rooster independent, his left leg rests on his right leg, one hand points to the sky, one hand paints the ground, the face is sometimes blurred, sometimes clear, extremely weird, the naked man is painted with several lines of different colors, next to the annotated Tibetan text.

"Hah!"

Leng Wuxue according to the animal skin, one leg upright, left leg resting right leg, one finger to the sky, one finger to the ground, lifting the internal breath, the surging strange true qi running towards this meridian, but it is unimpeded, waiting for a week of operation in the mouth to spit out a mouthful of turbidity, only to feel magically refreshing, can't help laughing.

This laughter is all insidious and treacherous, cold and witty words, as if falling into the Netherworld, cold and bloodless eyes burst out of the dark green light, and the expression is hideous, like a lurking evil beast.

"Haha, this Blood Knife Sutra is really magical, I can feel that I am constantly absorbing the filth between heaven and earth, all the negative energy is available to me, and my internal strength is growing rapidly. ”

Leng Miaoci took a few steps back in horror and said, "No blood, you ......"

"Shut up, if you love me, you have to help me kill him, you have to support me unreservedly, hehe! You are afraid that I will be controlled by magic skills, there is nothing in this world that can control me, I am also a person who sets off the waves of the rivers and lakes, and I am a demon who makes the heroes of the rivers and lakes frightened. ”

As he spoke, he continued to open the second painting, which showed a brown-haired, fat-headed, big-eared monk with his belly bulging to the ground, his legs bent over his back, resting on his short neck, and his two thick arms around his head, crossing each other's ears and rolling forward like a large watermelon. Leng Wuxue thought: "This fat monk is like a fat pig, how can he make such strange movements." ”

Although the posture of the fat monk was very unsightly, how could Leng Wuxue take care of so much, he continued to cultivate the Blood Sword Sutra according to the posture of the painting, and the blood and qi were entangled around him, and the things he saw in his eyes gradually turned red, as if the world was originally blood red.

"This blood knife is made into a demon with blood, and it can see through life and death, and can see through the enemy's weakest blood and qi points. Haha, as long as I can cultivate into the Blood Sword Sutra, I will become a peerless master, who dares to underestimate me. ”

He continued to flip to the third painting, another thin monk, he was naked, standing upright in the air, his knees bent, his calves up, close to the inner thighs, his toes were level with his vest, his right hand stepped over the lower gear, grabbed the instep of his left foot, his left hand went around his shoulder, and grabbed the toe of his right foot, his posture was extremely ugly, the thin monk's face was facing the sky, the meridians on his body were shining, and two white gases were spewing out of his nose.

Leng Miaoci looked at Leng Wuxue's various postures, his body seemed to condense into blood light, faintly emitting several blood shadows, and the blood shadows carried a strong smell of blood, making people feel sick and sick, as if their souls had been hooked away.

Leng Miaoci's eyes showed a hint of tenacity, and he thought: "Is he really going to become a blood demon, no, I will never tolerate such a thing happening, I want to stop it." ”

The more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more strange it becomes, and there are more and more strange postures in the drawing, with your head on the ground, your head and feet together, and your legs on your head...... Until the thirty-sixth picture, a three-legged, nine-armed monster appeared.

The monster had a hideous face, like a Yama ghost, but it was sitting upright, without any indecent posture, cold and bloodless, staring at the monster's eyes unconsciously, a stream of turquoise flames came out, and a cold sense of death struck.

Leng Wuxue felt that his soul was frozen, and he didn't dare to look at it, turning over the animal skin, and all kinds of figures were painted on the back, they performed absurd and bizarre postures, holding crooked blood knives in their hands, or pressing their hands, holding their mouths, and holding their feet...... It seems that every point of the body is hands and feet...... The last painting is still a three-legged and nine-armed monster, pointing to the sky with one hand and painting the ground with the other, spewing white gas from the top of his head, and floating a bloody knife, like the moon.

Leng Wuxue recalled the lines marked in the naked man's body, and thought: "The meridians cultivated by this Blood Knife Sutra are not the eight meridians of the Qi Sutra, and the Qi Sutra in vitro does not have these meridians, it does not belong to the Twelve Meridians, nor is it the Eight Meridians of the Qi Sutra, and the last picture is the essence of the Blood Knife Sutra, as long as I can understand that monster, I can cultivate into the Blood Knife Sutra." ”

Leng Miaoci looked at his eyes with a hellish look, swallowed his saliva and said: "Cousin, I think the three-legged and nine-armed monster in the last picture is very weird, the blood knife is the most precious treasure in the world, even if you can't master the last picture, cousin, you can be invincible in the world." ”

"Shut up, what do you know? The three-legged and nine-armed one is the Blood Demon, and only by cultivating into a Blood Demon can I be able to show my head in the Wan'an Society, do you want to see me do nothing for the rest of my life. ”

Leng Wuxue said as he opened the secret book of the Blood Sword Sutra, stared intently at the monster's eyes, and muttered to himself: "Blood Demon, give me strength, I am the only one who can get your inheritance." ”

The moment he stared at the triangular eyes, his blood boiled instantly, and he felt his body gradually lose consciousness, and his soul was withdrawn from his body. Leng Miaoci looked at the outside of the temple in horror, a blood-red phantom with three legs and nine arms slowly solidified, and there was a grim smile on the corner of its mouth.

Leng Wuxue endured the pain of soul stripping, and when the pain reached the other side, he felt like he had traveled to a fairyland.

A high-pitched crane chirp came into his ears, and a spiritual white crane flew southward, and countless white demons chased after him, angrily fighting bulls, and it was extremely dangerous.

"Once you have reached the simulation realm of the Blood Demon Fantasy Realm, you should comprehend all the avenues with your heart, and your martial arts cultivation will naturally be able to increase hundreds of times. ”

He could clearly know what the three-legged and nine-armed blood demon said to him, and he seemed to be the white crane, figuring out the white crane's hiding method and light skills.

The spirit crane rushed down from the blue sky, got rid of the entanglement of the white spirit, and with a soft roar, it was about to flutter its wings and fly high, saying that it was too late, and it was fast, and a fierce beast that fell from the sky roared and spewed out a large white mist, this smoke end was wonderful, and the smoked white crane was staggered and sluggish.

The white crane roared, flapped its wings and flew high, the sky and the earth suddenly flew sand and stones, a hurricane blew, thousands of miles away from the clear sky, a blue-faced fanged spider spirit drove a seven-colored spider web to fly away, blood-red eyes like a burning flame, staring at the white crane tightly.

"Feel everything about fighting, and feel your own martial arts. ”

The white crane chirped and its wings buzzed, fanning out an endless wind of drumming wings. The spider spirit's palate rattled and screamed, and the fishy mouth spit out seven-colored light, and the seven-colored light poured out thousands of miles, and the white crane was instantly trapped by the Qibao spider web, and the song was above the Jiugao, and its voice was poignant and upright, inciting people to tears.

It's too late, it's fast, the beast that swallows the green mist sees the spider spirit coming, and uses the supreme magic power to calculate the path of the spider spirit, releasing the fire of the stars, its flame is weak, but it is quite mysterious, and the wind is good, and it has been full of fire in an instant, the flame is fierce, and the seven-colored spider web can not be resisted, and it is incinerated without a trace in an instant.

The origin flame of the beast burned more and more, and the spider spirit couldn't resist it, babbling and screaming, so he waited to use the soul transfer method to escape. At this moment, the earth shook violently, and the spider spirit looked back to the north, and a strange cry resounded through the sky, but it was a 'quack' word.

The blue sky turned black in an instant, the tide roared and the lightning was shining, and in the midst of the storm, a supernatural beast rushed to the mountains and seas, with the power of earth-shattering ghosts and gods.

"Remember, the longer you sink in the Blood Demon Dream, the faster your soul will dissipate, but as long as you can destroy the giant beast in front of you, you will be able to be reborn, haha, burn everything with your anger, burn everything. The Bloodfiend roared hysterically.

There is chaos between heaven and earth, and the fierce beasts carry thousands of huge mountains on their backs, and the top of the giant mountain is covered with black snow all year round, and the whole body is entangled with demonic energy. The appearance of this beast is absurd and strange, only to hear the croaking of this beast, spit out the upside-down long tongue, the long tongue drives the demon fog directly, the beast is defeated, the long tongue is like entering the realm of no one, the momentum is violent, and the world is shocked.

The fierce demonic aura of its giant beast filled the heavens and the earth, and the white crane was instantly restrained by the supreme magic power, and the supernatural giant beast roared proudly, and was about to devour the white crane, when he suddenly heard a hurricane blowing in his face.

The blue sky shrouded in dark clouds was torn apart, and a blood-red dawn shot straight down, and it was a bloody jade foot, with a struggling head in the giant foot, flashing blood-red dazzling lines, it looked very good-looking, the giant foot stepped down violently, and the giant beast struggled to resist.

"Roar!"

Leng Miaoci looked at the cold bloodless who was cross-legged and his eyes closed, he faintly showed three legs and nine arms, the Tibetan seedlings were filled with blood-red mist, and hundreds of blood shadows swam around like tadpoles.

"Hey, hey, hey. ”

Leng Wuwu opened his eyes, and he instantly turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared like that crane, and hundreds of ghostly blood shadows followed him.

"Ahh

Several terrible screams sounded, and Leng Miaoci stepped out of the Tibetan temple, and dozens of Tibetan Buddhists were swept through their bodies by the blood shadow, absorbing all the essence and spirit of their bodies, turning into withered residues, and the cold and bloodless momentum became more and more vigorous.

Leng Wuxue exuded a blood-red demonic aura, raised his head and laughed wildly: "Hehe, Ye Baiyi, you have never been able to get rid of me, I want you to die, I want you to die!" (To be continued.) )