Chapter 202 The True Yin God
Now Li Wuxiang knows what he felt before - in a few months, a Sword Sect Golden Pill appeared inexplicably!
But now Zhao Qi seemed even more outrageous than him... Last time he saw him at the foot of Yulun Mountain, he was watching the fun in Lingshan Mountain. Two bags appeared above his head, and his body was covered with blood stains like scales. At that time, Li Wuxiang didn't know how he was doing, but since he dared to leave the ancient cave and could escape unconsciously when he was chased by ghosts in the future, he thought that his cultivation was very powerful at that time.
Where you go forward? It seemed that it was time in Deyang, when he killed Zhao Kui and saved him. It has only been nearly three months since then... and now, his aura feels like the cultivation level of a golden elixir, and the level of the Sword Sect!
What happened there?
Li Wuxiang couldn't help it, stood there, and asked in his divine thoughts: "Zhao Qi, what kind of adventure do you have?"
"Hey, you are familiar, can you ask about cultivation? When you die in the future, come to Lingshan, and I will accept you as your disciple. Hahaha, but I guess I will become an immortal by then! Go to the upper heaven!"
"I just think it's amazing."
After this praise, Li Wuxiang felt that he felt relaxed physically and mentally, and almost laughed out loud - this feeling should be Zhao Qi's.
But his voice sounded more dignified: "Awesome? Not just amazing!"
A moment later, "Forget it, let me tell you a little, I know you always look down on your master - I inherited the incense of an ancient god! Huh? Zeng Jianqiu didn't mention it to you?"
Since the coffin city, many people gathered together, and most of them met at the critical moment of life and death, they really didn't have much time to reminisce about the past.
"No."
"Hey, that person can really hide it! Let's put it this way, my master, your master, is the real dragon! Ninth Young Master! You have always heard that some places are called Dragon King Temple, right? Dragon King Temple Town, Dragon King Temple Village, etc., aren't you curious about what kind of temple the Dragon King Temple is? Ha, it's just that when Ye Chao was still here, it's true that the Ninth Young Master worshipped this Ninth Young Master! Real dragon!"
It turns out that there are dragons in this world, but it's still true. When I heard this, I should be the demon king who fell in the battle three thousand years ago. His soul is still there, hiding in Lingshan. Zhao Qi's temperament... is actually very likable to say. Is he with that demon king?
Since we said that there were worships in the Dragon King Temple in the past, I think it was from Taiyi before... that should not be a vicious god.
Li Wuxiang was a little relieved and wanted to say "Be careful" to Zhao Qi, but he knew that he had really said that. He was sure that he was unhappy and felt that he looked down on him, so he just said, "Wow."
"Wow? What does wow mean? Forget it, you don't have to be jealous of me, you are also amazing. Let's go, go and do the main business!"
As soon as Zhao Qi said he was leaving, Li Wuxiang felt his body trembling slightly, and he moved his left foot forward a little the next moment. He immediately held his breath and focused his mind before he controlled his body.
This is not the case for ordinary people. Ordinary people are one with spirit and flesh. If external evils fail to completely erode their minds after entering the body, they will not be able to control their bodies. The external evil that had been on him also affected his mind, which made him want to cut off his hand.
But now he has Jin Chanzi and is hiding in it, and this body of skin is empty. In fact, if his skin is strictly counted, it should be a magic weapon - Zhao Qi possessed it, which seems to be controlling the magic weapon. "Don't move, don't show flaws. The few people over there are all human spirits, all golden elixirs, which are even more powerful than Zhao Kui before. We have to be careful." Zhao Qi stopped moving. But Li Wuxiang took a few steps, and Zhao Qi suddenly said, "Can you roll on the ground?"
"What?"
"Just roll on. Anyway, you are so naughty. You take off your clothes and roll on them. You will be cleaned with a shook. You know, there is nothing in Lingshan and you can't stand anything. It's so uncomfortable. I feel that it's so good to live now that I always want to touch anything."
Li Wuxiang sighed, rubbed his hands, touched his arms, and touched his face again: "You make do with it this way first, don't bother, they are in front of you."
"Wait--"
"Don't roll!"
"I mean you change your clothes and change your body red, what are you anxious about with me?"
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If you take the death pill, you will not be afraid of death, but it will make people feel uncomfortable. Especially Tang Qilang had just vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and at this moment, he felt that the dead air scratching his throat during his breath, making him unable to help but want to cough. However, even though he held the small sword in his hand, it seemed that Li Wuxiang, the Nascent Soul, was suppressing him, and the surrounding souls of the Sword Sect still appeared densely, asking him to force his cough down.
After waiting for a while, Tang Qilang couldn't help but lower his voice: "He couldn't leave by himself, right?"
Lu Huaiyuan leaned on a gun: "It's possible."
"Bah, I'm talking to you? A villain."
Lu Huaiyuan smiled: "If it were Senior Brother Tang, you would do this. You should still remember what the teachers said when you came, right? I don't know how the Juque Sect said to Mou Tieshan, but what my master told me was that when dealing with swordsmen, you should use less tricks and say things directly. I just followed the teachings of the teachers--"
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly trembled. The gun was still leaning on the ground, but his body had already retreated half a step back, and the gun body leaned forward.
The other people also held their weapons tightly and looked at the thick fog.
Because there was an extremely strong aura pressing over in the thick fog - it was hard to say what it was, they had never experienced it before, but it made people feel a palpitation in their hearts and a stuffy chest, as if a huge rock was about to fall down there! But the next moment I heard Li Wuxiang's voice. "I thought about it, but it still won't work." His figure was hidden in the thick fog, and how many people could only recognize his face and a red robe - a red robe? Why did he change his clothes?
"Senior...what can't do it?" Tang Qilang asked in a breath.
Li Wuxiang looked at them sideways: "The fog is full of the souls of the Sword Sect from all generations. I don't know how many people named Xuan Sect have killed and injured these days. Although I will not be a disciple of the Sword Sect, I still had the incense in the past. The rules of the Sword Sect, as long as I see it, the blood debt will be sacrificed."
So what is the essence of this red robe?
"Senior..."
"No need to say. Just killing dozens of people, they will only think that it is a method of the Sword Sect and has nothing to do with the thirty-six Sects."
Tang Qilang was still about to speak, but suddenly a blood shadow in the thick fog broke out from Li Wuxiang's body and soared into the sky, shooting straight into the thick fog!
It was also at this moment that the feeling of being watched that had been covering several people before disappeared - Li Wuxiang turned around and snorted: "I've eaten the living pill, I'm leaving!"
He has produced a Yin God!
Several people stuffed the pills into their mouths, staring at the blood shadows that were gone, and only then did they breathe a little relieved in their hearts - this is the real Yin God!
The Yin Gods of the thirty-six sects are completely different from this. They all have the cultivation of the golden elixir, and when they are in their respective sects, the teachers will also give Yin Gods to teach them. But the Yin God of the thirty-six Sects is a hazy phantom. It cannot leave the body for too long, nor within ten miles of the body. When I saw the blood shadow this time, I realized what the real Yin God should look like... It looks almost like the Yang God in the sect!
Several people followed Li Wuxiang to the edge of the fog. The arrangement here is similar to the place where they come from, and they are lined up with continuous camps behind the talisman array. When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, they couldn't help but take a breath - a tent heading north was overturned and had already caught fire. In the fire and above the ground, there were all broken limbs and broken arms, and they should have been torn alive in the moment of meeting!
But there are still living people - either wailing on the ground, or wandering at a loss, as if they want to find their weapons or find where the enemy is. These people were all stained with blood. I don’t know if they were their own or their companions—
Not right! Tang Qilang just looked at it and found something was wrong. That was not blood...at least not the blood in the world. The dirty blood on their bodies was hissing and fogging. In the blink of an eye, the skin peeled off and the flesh became suppurated. After only a few steps, the bones were exposed, and then they fell to the ground!
The defense line here seemed to have exploded, and the mysterious lights around it lit up one after another, and countless shouts also sounded. A crescent moon and Xingzi in the sky seemed to be alive, as if they were trembling, sweeping forward - the northwest night sky several miles away was reflected by a red light, and wherever they passed before, a red mist gradually rose, which reappeared from the corpses that fell to the ground after being stained with dirty blood. Li Wuxiang knew as soon as he smelled this smell-
This is a blood mist full of resentment in Lingshan!
Li Wuxiang was also surprised - when he said he had asked him to lead the nearby monks away, Zhao Qi agreed, and he thought this guy was talking big. But now, his magical powers are really amazing... Is the dragon king he worshiped so fiercely? !
There was chaos around, and several people also tore the blood-stained tent from the ground and draped it on their bodies. So in the night and in the fire, there was no difference between it and the panicked Xuan Sect disciples around them for a while.
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Li Wuxiang used the power of the elixir to cross the murderous intent in his body to the flying sword. The small sword immediately turned red all over, covered with a layer of blood evil, covering it with a golden light. He put the flying sword in his hand and snorted: "Follow me north!"
No one noticed them in the first few hundred steps. But when it was almost time to penetrate the defense line, the Xuan Sect disciples behind should have been organized and did not pursue the northwest direction, but were ready to face the battle. But there are many injuries here, and there are few people, so the formation is very weak - two people guarding the formation saw Li Wuxiu rushing over first, and he was about to make a sound when he saw a stream of blood slid across his eyes and his head soared into the sky.
Before the monks behind could react, Li Wuxiang rushed in. He is a little obsessed with cleanliness and likes to use flying swords to penetrate his brain when killing people. Unfortunately, Zhao Qi is really playing too much now, so he has to imitate him. His hands are wrong and his figure flashes. There are two big holes in the torso in front of him immediately, and blood is gushing!
The skins in the golden shark realm, the golden elixir of the small robbery sword scripture, and the surprise attack in the night - Li Wuxiang rushed into the crowd like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and in an instant he killed the formation of more than 30 people. The five people followed him without using the spells of this sect. Instead, they relied on the weapons in their palms to make up for the leaks and killed them with their martial arts skills. They all passed through them in just over a dozen breaths and ran for dozens of steps.
At this time, the sky in the northwest suddenly brightened - the night was originally dark on the high sky, and at this time the night seemed to be stuck in the sky before. With a very crisp sound, a hole suddenly appeared in the sky.
This hole is like a scar in the night, but the scar is not blood, but the scorching sun!
A brilliant sunshine suddenly shone from the sky, and was surrounded by the extremely red light. The blood mist immediately disappeared in the sun. At the same time, Li Wuxiang felt his skin cold first, and then the severe pain was like being burned by the fire - it must be Zhao Qi being shined by the scorching sun!
The next moment, a scream came from his spiritual consciousness, which was Zhao Qi's.
But when Li Wuxiang heard this scream, he was relieved - it means he had returned to Lingshan!
"How are you doing!?"
"Though it hurts - pain - pain - pleasure! Hahahaha!" Zhao Qi's breath was much weaker than before, but his tone was extremely happy, "Did you see it?? They were just going to ask for a real spirit! Hahaha! Li Wuxiang, do you know my ability?? I was forced to ask for a real spirit! Hahahaha!"
"You made the scene too big, didn't I tell you to keep it away!?" Li Wuxiang said and looked back - the living Xuan Cult monks were shouting back and forth behind him, and did not chase him, but he knew that they should be sending messages and warning that there were strong enemies around him.
Sure enough, the hole that had been cracked in the night sky before trembled rapidly, the edge quickly closed, and finally turned into the outline of an eye. The scorching sun that pierced the night sky was shaking on the big plain, and was about to sweep over here -
However, in the southeast, in the direction of Yulun Mountain, a black smoke pillar suddenly soared into the sky in the darkness, and in an instant, it splashed out a large cloud, covering a small piece of sky!
Not "direction"...that is Yulun Mountain!
The peak of the entire Yulun Mountain seemed to have turned into a volcano, but what erupted was not molten magma, but...
Dead breath!
It should be dead!
The eye that was originally about to sweep over in the night sky no longer moved here, but immediately moved over there. The Xuan Cultivator behind him didn't care about looking at them anymore, and turned his attention to them, his face full of extreme horror!
…What's going on over there! ?
The death breath was also coming out! ?
But Li Wuxiang didn't care about it at this time and just shouted again: "Let's go!"
He led a few people to rush out for more than ten miles in one breath, then turned to the west and walked a few miles before turning north and slowly slowing down.
After entering a forest, Li Wuxiang stopped and couldn't help but look in the direction of Yulun Mountain again. Even here, you can still see the horizon in the distance through the gaps between the trees - it is covered by death, and even the stars in the sky are invisible.
How could it be there—
This thought popped up from his mind again. But halfway through my mind, I saw the expressions of the people behind me - especially Tang Qilang. When he looked at him, he looked at him differently than before, and there was a lot of fear in his eyes, as if he was a monster that would devour people at night!
Li Wuxiang frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"
"No... nothing." Tang Qilang whispered. But seeing Li Wuxiang's gaze not moving away from him, he held the corner of his mouth and smiled forcibly, "I just... know why you went to Yulun Mountain before, so... it's really... your cultivation is heavenly, no, it's all the secret!"
(The end of this chapter)