Chapter 1599 Puppet Killing
The witch Na Yin sighed silently in her heart.
The Demon Soul Lord who was suppressed in the blood pool by the Holy Domain Gate seems to have the power of demon-eating sacrifices, which is enough to shake Kunlun and interact with the Holy Domain Gate.
Sacrifice the demon essence, enshrine the essence source, and summon the soul master to open the door to the holy realm. It is indeed a cruel but effective method for oneself.
Witch Na Yin also understood that leaving such an effective and cruel method unused was not because the two women were greedy for life and afraid of death.
But in the Kunlun Pure Ruins, there has never been a precedent of sacrificing other people's demonic essence to help a saint survive the calamity.
Wuzhao's collection of the blood of the Shanzhong people has violated the rules and regulations of Kunlun Mountain. No matter how arrogant Qing Shui is, he will not let his chest have any material desires without knowing what he can do. He has a piece of empty Cangnan clothing in front of him. It was for no reason that she was tainted with the fate of her sacrifice to the demon element.
She could see that these two female officials were really pushed to the limit.
If one person's demon essence and blood essence can be sacrificed to open the door to the sanctuary, why wouldn't Kunlun Mountain use this method directly from the beginning?
Maintaining one's purity is the foundation of a saint's life.
She used the method of soul sacrifice to forcefully open the gate of the sanctuary, although she might be able to gain a glimmer of hope for Cang Nanyi's calamity.
But since then, the saint's body has been burdened with karma, and it can be said that there are gains and losses.
Therefore, opening the door to the sanctuary in this way may not be a good thing.
Furthermore, based on her understanding of Qing Ao, even if you sacrifice everything and risk everything else, he may not let you achieve what you want.
As expected, I heard Qing Ao sneer and say: "Although I do my best, today, I can let you experience the despair of all your efforts being in vain."
Believers of the evil god like to see people fall into despair.
With a smile as thin as mist on his face, he spread his palms, and the space above his palms twisted and changed.
Immediately, a dark leaf with painted eyes fell into his palm. At the end of the black leaf, which exuded a strange aura, hung a bell of the same color as big as a red bean.
Seeing the familiar bell, the witch Na Yin couldn't help but frown.
I saw him holding the fallen leaves, and when the strange tune was played, the closed vertical pupils on the leaves suddenly opened, and the devil-like pupils seemed to want to break free from some kind of prison. Generally trembled and trembled.
Streams of dark blood flowed out from the one eye, dripping and soaking in the bell.
It seems that some power has been awakened.
The bell suddenly buzzed and trembled violently.
The ringing sound is urgent, like a reminder of the soul.
From the black tide formed by thousands of troops and horses, a tall figure suddenly rose up. The figure was majestic, with a red flame spear on its shoulder, and the majestic power of the spear could be seen between the arms. Precipitous and majestic, the aura bursting out between the lightning and stone fire is so powerful that one can't help but admire him even though he is far away.
The witch took the silver and looked closely, and found that it was Yan Poyun, the defender who was supposed to stay on Tianmu Mountain to heal.
Is this the strength of the number one leader of Kunlun Mountain?
She was shocked, but she remembered that Yan Poyun once forced him to Xixuan Peak in order to chase and kill a little demon fairy, and was seriously injured and remained unconscious. The injury was extremely serious.
With such injuries, even if he is a demon immortal with extraordinary physical strength, it is absolutely impossible for him to recover to such a peak level of momentum in such a short period of time.
If not, his severely injured body would not be able to withstand such a burst of energy.
Continuing such a high-intensity battle, the body will sooner or later fall apart and become more injured, leaving irreparable damage.
Seeing him leaping up from the black tide, running like a red dragon in the collapsing snow-capped mountains, he was stunned by the biting cold wind that was blowing away like bones and flesh. As if he didn't care at all, the fierce and extremely cold wind, although invisible, was like the sharpest blade in the world, cutting through the cold armor on his body inch by inch.
Iron filings were flying around, mixed with pieces of red flesh and blood.
Yan Poyun looked indifferent as he rushed over the heavy snow waves in the avalanche. Sharp cuts were made on his cheeks and corners of his eyes. The scars were deep enough to show the bones, but there was no trace of blood. Splashing, the wound froze into ice. Along the wound, cracks like ice could even be seen spreading and traveling on the surface of the body's skin.
Even though the lines of Kunlun Yunshen painted and embroidered on his sleeves are constantly emitting the light of body protection, they still cannot protect this body that is stronger than steel from the strong wind swept by this avalanche. hurt.
However, Yan Poyun seemed to feel no pain or fear. He strode like a meteor. In the face of such a huge avalanche, which was like a terrifying natural disaster, there was no trace of emotion on his face or any hesitation in his actions.
He suddenly stepped over a snow wave that came over like a tsunami. His body jumped extremely high, and his muscles were as tense as a cheetah. With a roar, the spear rose up and swayed in the heavy snow. The roar of the mad dragon gun and the gunfire burning between the gun tips were like the angry divine fire burning from the depths of his soul.
From in front of Yan Poyun, the white world that coincided with the general trend of a round sky and a square earth suddenly opened up a huge empty space.
In that space, countless gun shadows flashed past, constantly clearing the way forward.
The witch took the silver and narrowed her eyes deeply.
She looked at Yan Poyun, whose body had more and more cracks in the ice. The powerful spear spirit emanating from his body was still invincible and powerful, which was shocking.
But the fighting method he showed at this moment has already surpassed the performance of a living being with self-awareness.
The witch took the silver and observed carefully. She saw that Yan Poyun's expression remained unchanged. He was fearless and even had a bit of strange numbness, but deep in his eyes, there was a deep fear. and despair.
The physical body is calm and indifferent without fear of destruction, but the spirit seems to have collapsed alone, and it is true that it has formed an independent state with the physical body.
There was no emotion on the face of the witch Na Yin, her eyes were indifferent and she said: "The real person has been lurking in the Kunlun Mountains for hundreds of thousands of years. With the help of the purple magic Gu, you have really learned how to control demons." Come on.”
Qing Ao's lips were relaxed, and he smiled faintly, and said: "This boy's luck is pretty good. His body is only half eaten by the purple magic Gu. In a sense, he is not a puppet in the hands of the Tao."
The witch looked back at him with the silver and said calmly: "But you can still control him to do things he doesn't want to do." Of course it was something he didn't want to do.
It is one thing to be dissatisfied, but it is another thing to truly be an enemy of Kunlun Mountain and destroy your homeland with your own hands.
Qing Ao smiled lightly and said: "Whether it is the identity of the first defender of Kunlun or the spiritual root created by His Highness, the genius prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, both of them are not water. It’s a matter of false reputation. Yan Poyun is a talent. Over the years, , seems to be submissive to the Tao, but in fact, he has been trying to escape from my control in the dark. If he hadn't forced himself into Xixuan Peak last time and was seriously injured, and his Taoist heart was damaged, it would be difficult for me to refine him. Made into such an obedient puppet.”
The witch took the silver and said: "You have so many puppets made by the purple devil Gu, why waste your energy to make a guy with self-awareness to clear the way for you?"
Qing Ao Qing He laughed, his expression suddenly became a little strange, and said: "My These demon puppets that have been worked so hard are not wasted in a place like this. 'They' naturally have more important things to accomplish. As for the method of entering the soul into the battle, this Taoist admits that under the determination to risk death, Come on, those two female officials are really a headache.
However, it is precisely because of Yan Poyun’s persistence in survival that he has become a sharp knife in my hand.”
The witch took the silver and frowned: “The real person. It means..."
"Just the method of soul magic. Well, I have been in the mountains for so many years, and I have naturally dabbled in the soul arts in the Kunlun Mountains. If I want to break the Tao weapon artifact 'Kyuzhou' that uses the power of the soul as the origin of the formation, then naturally the person who breaks the formation cannot Just an empty puppet with nothing but appearance.
Yan Poyun is a character. Since he paid such a high price to keep half of his soul immortal, he can follow his own will.
Today, his half-life soul happened to be used by me to break the formation. He, Yan Poyun, was able to destroy this artifact "Jiuzhou", which also earned him the reputation of Kunlun's number one defender. ”
While speaking, Qing Ao, with a cruel smile on his face, crushed the black leaf in his hand, and thick black blood gushes out, all of which was absorbed by the tiny bell.
The soul-stimulating bell shook more and more fiercely, and even the space began to ripple with sound waves.
As soon as he saw the figure. Yan Poyun, who was about to be buried by an even stronger and majestic avalanche, suddenly closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, roaring in pain, as if he was heartbroken and in agony. His eyebrows, cheeks, neck, and the arm holding the gun were all exposed in the skin outside his clothes. In an instant, countless strange, narrow, dark, eerie vertical pupils began to pop out, and the eyeballs bulged and swirled crazily.
Immediately after the witch took the silver, she saw a huge and undeniable strange force bursting out from his flesh and blood as if it was being squeezed in an instant.
You can see tears rushing out of Yan Poyun's ferocious eyes. His facial features became twisted and ferocious due to the fear of collapse and extreme emotional impact. Every emotion burst out from his body. Every trace of soul aura shows resistance and a strong desire to survive.
But his body still rushed into the snowy mountain uncontrollably, and the spear with his soul wrapped in his hand penetrated into the snowy mountain.
“Crack!!!”
From the top of the spear, the huge and boundless snow-capped mountains were split in half under the power of the spear!
Yan Poyun roared angrily and turned around, resisting the gun with his shoulder. As he struggled to throw himself away, the cracks in his body became more and more terrifying. His whole body looked like a mirror full of cracks and about to be broken.
The next moment, he was holding the big snow mountain that covered the sky and the moon against the spear on his shoulder.
He stepped hard on the ground. At this moment, his legs turned into ice ash and dispersed.
At the same time, the big snowy mountain on his shoulder, where thousands of troops and horses were buried, was also thrown away by him with the force of his shoulder against the mountain, including the people and the mountain. The direction of the flight was, It is exactly the direction of the Southwest Water Temple to overcome the tribulation.
Whether it was Yan Poyun or the endless snow-capped mountains, they were all swallowed up by the mighty thunder disaster in a way that they both perished together, leaving no trace of chill left.
"Poof!!!"
Qingxuan's body fell forward, as if he had lost all his strength. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. The blood fell on the stone surface that had lost its spiritual brilliance and became dim. above.
Her expression was sluggish, and even her green silk hair was quickly turning pale, and her body was covered with demonic patterns. It was a sign that her end was approaching, and she no longer had the strength to stand up.
The dark current that was originally trapped outside the cold wave avalanche began to flow in again.
Qingxuan’s bloody palm, which was supported on the stone wall, exerted force and tried to support his body, but the finger bones supported on the stone platform were trembling violently, as if his whole body had experienced a The pain of cramps and broken bones.
"Even if you get up, what else can you do with your body like this?"
A heart-stopping cold voice suddenly came from above the head.
Qingxuan looked up with a pale face, and saw the real Qing Ao holding a fly whisk and stepping on black clouds, standing condescendingly in the void above her head, looking at her with cold eyes, as if watching A dying ant.
His body slowly floated down, stretched out a palm, and pressed it towards the 'Kyushu' table.
Qingxuan's face changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold up his body while resisting the weakness and severe pain in his body. But before she could stop him, Qing Ao raised his eyes slightly, and a terrifying energy swept through his body. When Qingxuan came out, he felt as if all his bones were being crushed. He flew backwards and hit the guardrail of the beacon tower hard.
"Qing Ao!!!!!!" Qing Xuan didn't even swallow the blood surging in his throat. The hand holding the guardrail suddenly clenched and turned white, staring at Qing Ao with piercing hatred.
Qing Ao's five fingers, which were attached to the stone surface, were sharp as hooks and dug deeply into the table, which was as hard as gold and stone.
He raised his arms with an expressionless expression, and the several-foot-wide artifact 'Kyushu' made a terrifying sound of breaking the storm, and hit Qing Shui's thin back hard.
Severe pain spread all over her body. The artifact 'Kyushu' that hit her back shattered into countless pieces at this moment. The power that burst out at the moment the artifact was destroyed hit her body. among.
Qing Shui clearly felt that her internal organs were bleeding crazily at this moment. Blood beads began to seep out densely from the pores of her skin, and the blood in her mouth and nose could not be stopped.
She screamed, and her body was packed with huge destructive power and slammed into the blood pool.
"Crack..."
Finally, under the desperate gazes of Qingxuan and Qingshui, cracks began to appear in the blood pool.
Soon, the cracks spread rapidly, and the source blood in the pool also began to drain away.
Qing Ao touched his lips with his fingers, the smile on his face was emotionless, and he said lightly: "In this world, what is the feeling more despairing than making every effort, only to find that everything is in vain? What?”