Chapter 1401 The Death of the Blood Lake Ancestor
The star-orbiting destruction cannon beam descends.
That is the light transformed from the Taiqing Flying Sword!
On the other side, there was a bloody cursed spear transformed into a blood magic weapon, which was burned by a monk at the peak of Void Refining.
Terrible curses and resentment gathered on the spear, and countless blood rule runes wrapped around the spear, turning it into the embodiment of the blood rule.
It had no intention of intersecting with the Star Orbital Destruction Cannon.
Its purpose is always the fragile body of the sword cultivator. For this reason, it is even willing to expose its own body to the attack range of the beam of destruction cannon, so that both sides will suffer and die together.
Unfortunately, this is delusional.
No matter how the Blood Cursed Spear maneuvers or circles, it can never escape the lock of the Star Orbit Destruction Cannon. The bloody spear is flexible, and the Destruction Cannon beam will only become more flexible. The last strike comes first, and it cuts straight through countless blood rules and curses. On the tip of the spear where resentment condenses.
The two come into contact in an instant.
Boom!
The ring-shaped runes of six orders and the runes of blood rules collide!
A terrifying big explosion occurred, space was annihilated, rules were broken, and everything in the world fell into chaos and turmoil. Only the bright spiritual light illuminated the entire world, leaving no room left.
After an unknown amount of time, the spiritual light dimmed slightly, and the scene inside was revealed.
A blue-gold flying sword surrounded by the runes of the Yuan Magnetic Order penetrated from the tip of the bloody curse spear. It penetrated from the place where the strongest blood rules were concentrated, and cut the bloody curse spear evenly from the midline, dividing it evenly. The earth split in two, cutting off everything that stood in its way.
The bloody cursed spear that became two halves froze slightly.
Then, blood like two Yangtze rivers fell from the sky. Countless bone fragments floated in the blood. They had lost all their aura and turned into dead objects, revealing their original bodies.
This blood magic weapon was made from countless human bones and many heavenly materials and earthly treasures!
The victory or defeat has been decided?
Among the two falling lakes of blood, a young man in green was holding a sword hilt with cold eyes.
"Okay,"
"Very good, very good."
Jiang Ding said indifferently: "This is the first time that someone dares to be distracted in the life-and-death battle with me, instead of using all his strength, and spend more than 30% of his remaining energy on escaping."
"Fellow Taoist, you are so confident!"
He said coldly.
Following his gaze, at the moment when the star-orbiting cannon beam of destruction and the bloody cursed spear intersected, and countless destructive explosions occurred, a small mountain of flesh and blood turned into a fine needle, pointing at the unprecedentedly weak weapon. A sharp stab at the wall of the human world.
puff!
He succeeded.
The ox-hair blood needle that condensed all the remaining power of a peak Void Refining monk was extremely sharp, piercing a tiny hole in the unprecedentedly weak wall of the human world.
The wall of the human world is healing rapidly. Even in the spiritual consciousness of the cultivator, it has healed in an instant and has become complete again.
However, that tiny ox-hair blood needle had already seized this golden opportunity and successfully escaped from the human world!
He escaped from here! ! !
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha..."
"Ignorant child, I have walked on more bridges than you have walked on, how can I be confused by you?"
Outside the human world, the figure of the Blood Lake Ancestor was successfully revealed. Although his aura was greatly reduced, he kept laughing wildly. Once he was out of trouble, he was completely free.
The sect formation in front of him, as well as several sect practitioners, tens of millions of sect disciples, and the many secrets accumulated by the sect over countless years, all came into his eyes, and he could mobilize them all in a single thought. A huge improvement in an instant, nothing like the same.
He is not a person now, but a hundred thousand years of accumulated heritage in Blood Lake Corpse Mountain!
"Bastard swordsman!"
"You're dead, you're dead!"
"Hahaha!"
The ancestor of the Blood Lake danced wildly with his red hair and laughed happily: "I have now sent a message to the Immortal Weapon Sect, telling them that there is a sword cultivator here who has inherited the Immortal Sect but does not have any Immortal Sect background. The Immortal Sect monk will arrive soon."
"They will definitely like you!"
"Bastard, you don't know yet, do you?"
The ancestor of Blood Lake said coldly: "The Immortal Weapon Sect's mechanism puppet skills are unparalleled in the world. What they like most are monks with high strength and great potential, especially swordsman monks with outstanding attack and killing abilities. A sword cultivator like you who inherits the tradition, they I will definitely like you, and the Lord of Hedao will definitely come.”
"You're dead!"
"You're dead!"
"You sanctimonious, hypocritical bastard!"
"You are obviously as bloody and murderous as me, killing hundreds of millions, but you are hereditary evil spirits and righteous people in the world. I have been dissatisfied with you for a long time, bastard! When the time comes, I will definitely ask the Lord of the Immortal Sect to watch you being refined with my own eyes. Made into a growable puppet..."
He was chattering endlessly, his words were extremely confusing, he was turning left and right, escaping from a certain death state, and his whole body was suddenly filled with ecstasy, and he was extremely happy. Suddenly, the body of the Blood Lake Ancestor stiffened.
"Puppet..."
"Growable puppet..."
He murmured to himself, his pupils suddenly contracted, showing a horrified look, and he stood there in a daze, and his words suddenly became less.
"Oh?"
"Is the Immortal Weapon Sect good at puppets?"
Jiang Ding looked calm and a little confused: "Isn't this sect good at refining weapons?"
This is his inherent impression, and the same is true for the Qingling Bao Sect in the Nine Spirit Realm. They are good at refining weapons, but they are not very proficient in mechanism puppets and the like, neither good nor bad.
"Where is the sect formation?"
"All the disciples listened to the order and formed a formation of blood lake, thousands of rivers and thousands of rivers..."
The ancestor of Blood Lake suddenly roared at the top of his lungs.
He pinched the magic weapon in his hand. This was the sect's formation that he had been practicing for tens of thousands of years. It should respond to his thoughts. Even if many disciples didn't obey, they would be refined into demons and ghosts in an instant. It was impossible for him to do so. Any resistance.
However, even though the sect was clearly close at hand and he had escaped from his opponent's formation, there was still no response from the sect's formation.
Not even a trace of spiritual energy was mobilized, not a wisp of dust was raised.
"Vampire, Black Bones, you bastards!"
"I'm calling you, are you deaf..."
The Blood Lake Ancestor stared at the few Void Refining monks meditating in the mountain behind the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain and cursed loudly.
The sound waves containing the rules of the blood shook the world and tore apart the sky for thousands of miles, but the several Blood Lake Corpse Mountain Refiners did not hear it at all. They were still meditating quietly, practicing dual cultivation, and refining treasures. There was no sound. One person reacts.
Jiang Ding looked at him quietly and did not stop him.
After an unknown amount of time, his injuries recovered somewhat. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword and pulled it out slightly. The blade of the sword rubbed against the scabbard, making a clear clang sound.
The sword was drawn and raised high.
"Little friend... no, fellow Taoist, Lord, can you let me go?"
"I am willing to recognize the Lord!"
The ancestor of Blood Lake stopped yelling and knelt down with tears streaming down his face: "Lord, I have the potential to surpass Hedao. If you accept me, there will definitely be a subordinate of Hedao Divine Lord in the future, who is worth far more." More than a dead Lianxu ”
"Spare my life..."
"Please spare my life..."
He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Fellow Taoist Blood Lake, you are not as good as the True Master of the Quagmire."
"You don't have the consciousness to slaughter hundreds of millions of creatures, and Hedao has never appeared in your life from beginning to end."
"However, I will still remember you."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
The sword fell and returned to its sheath.
He turned and left.
Behind him, the Blood Lake Ancestor's body froze, and a blood mark appeared on the back of his neck. His head fell down and was swallowed up by a sudden crack in the earth. His body was crushed into a piece of gray powder without any vitality by the Materialistic Sun Sword Intent. The terrifying vitality of the blood path cannot be expressed at all.
Surrounding him, there seemed to be a blood lake and a mountain of bones. With his death, countless images of creatures evolving, deforming, and multiplying emerged. In the continuous reincarnation, another hazy world appeared.
This is the way of a perverted beast!
Can you leave the human world?
This is a joke.
From the beginning to the end, the ancestor of Blood Lake was very far away from escaping, extremely far away. Even if he broke out again and broke through the animal path, there was no possibility of escaping from the six paths of reincarnation.
(End of chapter)