Chapter 328 Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-eight: Killing Evil
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xie Fuling suddenly shook her body, blood burst out from her chest, and an oval bead the size of a thumb slowly emerged.
Zhao Chun felt something was wrong, and immediately stepped forward in two steps. Because his spiritual consciousness was far superior to others, he recognized at a glance that the evil thing was not a bead, but something that had been refined through an unknown method. Monk Yuanshen! And after the primordial spirit emerged, it immediately rushed towards Xie Fuling's eyebrows. She raised her sword to kill, and the surging power of the primordial spirit burst out in an instant, causing the sea of consciousness to tremble.
With just this moment of hesitation, Xie Fuling staggered to her feet in front of Zhao Chun's eyes. The flesh buds on the torn parts of her arms were twisting like insects, overlapping and reorganizing to form two bodies as slender as before. , but the whole body is red and the arms are weird and full of wrinkles.
Fen Xuan of each faction looked at the resurrected Xie Fuling in horror, including Taoist Pu You. As for the Ning Yuan Architects under Fen Xuan, they did not have the energy to watch the battle.
The riot of the power of the soul just now was terrifying. Zhao Chun relied on his strong sea of consciousness to withstand it, but the others were injured by it. The sea of consciousness was almost torn apart, and the soul of the soul was walking randomly. The force made them fall to the ground wailing, holding their heads tightly with both hands, like thirsty fish, flopping on the shore.
Although Bai Shanke and other Ning Yuan Dzogchen were not in such a state of embarrassment, their eyes were still closed under the pain of the sea of consciousness, and their lips were as pale as paper.
Ning Yuan is like this, let alone the defenseless Foundation Establishment disciples. They have not yet condensed the soul, but the sea of consciousness is not non-existent, but it has never been used. When the power of the soul sweeps in, it is even more fragile. A rough calculation is that more than 30% of the foundations of the entire ancient land were shaken on the spot. Killed, half of them fainted!
Xie Fuling's black and white eyes fell on Zhao Chun, then lowered her eyes to look at her unrecognizable arm, and let out a long sigh as if relieved.
“It turns out... it’s such a secret magic power.”
A majestic true energy surged out from her Dantian, and the sea of consciousness seemed to be opened up by a big hand. She felt that she was stronger than ever before, but also stranger than ever before.
The tip of Zhao Chun's nose moved slightly and he smelled the sticky smell of blood. The smell slowly overflowing from the true essence of Poria was very familiar.
That is the strange and strange feeling of nourishing others with people and forging Taoism with Taoism—the aura shared by evil cultivators all over the world!
She knows this, and all the monks in Chongxiao know this, but everyone present does not know that they have never even seen an evil monk in their entire lives, even the Taoist Kong Gu Taoist hanging in the sky, After seeing the changes in Xie Fuling's body, she just felt a sense of familiarity in her heart, and gradually realized that this mysterious magical power might be related to the Shinto monks.
The righteous monks in the Great Lakes are like pigs kept in captivity by evil cultivators. They don’t know anything and can’t resist.
The general trend gave the evil cultivators a new world, and the original masters of this world naturally became the old cultivators.
Zhao Chun snorted coldly, knowing that the soul must have been taken from the monk. Just looking at the power when used, he knew that the person who was taken away was at least a condensation cultivation level. After all, he was in the Fenxuan realm. With the power of the soul, I should not be able to resist it so easily.
"Although it is not Fenxuan, it is far better than the Great Perfection of Ningyuan... To refine such a Yuanshen, I don't know how many Ningyuan will be killed!"
Thank you now! Poria cocos received the help of the evil spirit creature, and her aura increased by more than ten times compared to before.
Not to mention a Baishan guest, even ten or a hundred more will be crushed to death at will! Suddenly, Xie Fuling jumped up from the cloud platform. Two blood-red arms stretched out. The fingertips were long and dark, and they were as sharp as blades. When Zhao Chun came close, the cold light was even more frightening!
And Zhao Shun waved his sword and raised his two claws, letting his long armor grind on the scabbard, making a harsh sound.
Xie Fuling pressed down with force, intending to pick off the opponent's head directly. However, seeing that Zhao Shun did not forcefully attack him, he stepped back several feet and the sword gang came to kill Xie Fuling. Block back.
She didn't hurt Zhao Chun, and she was a little disappointed. After using the secret technique, her strength was definitely unstoppable by the monks in the Ningyuan realm. The sword cultivator in front of her was really powerful, but she still managed to survive under such circumstances. I didn't ask myself to succeed. While Zhao Chun was retreating, she pinched out a few hand gestures with her skinny knuckles, and saw blood arrows congealing from the sky. With her shouting, she shot towards the plain-clothed swordsman on the stage, aiming to kill her opponent's corpse with dripping bones!
Konggu Taoist had a serious look on his face, and the big hand on his side trembled slightly. He was trying to figure out how the situation in the lake would change after Zhao Chun was rescued. When he was anxious, a sudden change occurred!
Just as the cry of the Phoenix divine bird is as clear and clear as the sound of a fairy, the bird song that echoes in the ancient land of the Great Lakes is especially hoarse and deep.
Through the brilliant golden red that is as dazzling as the sky, the sharp-beaked winged bird can be seen with a body of jet black feathers, a crown with nine feathers, a ring of flames around its neck, and circular patterns of red gold on the ink feathers on its chest. The ring extends out sharp angles in all directions, just like the sun spreading its light across the sky. Looking from the chest to the abdomen, three slender bird claws protrude from the thick black feathers. Zhongfen Xuan still cannot recognize that these are the divine birds manifested by the sun - the three-legged golden crow!
And Zhao Chun also knew that the three-legged golden crow in front of him was still the Ember Sword Spirit, a real living creature!
The Golden Crow cries twice, flaps its wings and turns into a golden glow. As the golden glow falls, everyone's eyes gradually fall on the pitch-black sword body.
The sword is unsheathed!
The slender sword body depicts a vivid three-legged golden crow. Near the hilt, there are two red gold characters - Long Ember!
Konggu Taoist and the other two Fenxuan of Shangchen Sect stood directly above the cloud platform. When the sword was drawn out, they were the ones who felt the power of the sun most clearly. The surging heat wave made Fen Xuan was shocked. Even if it didn't hurt him, it was enough to tighten his skin.
"Can an old cultivator be so strong?" Kong Gu's pupils trembled. When he was young, he ignored his teacher's obstruction and forcibly left the Great Lake and entered the realm ruled by Shinto monks. He saw countless geniuses. It is ten times and a hundred times more than the Great Lake of Mize. It was during his high-spirited years that he began to wonder whether the old cultivator was really too outdated. It was only today that he truly saw what the peerless genius of the orthodox old cultivator looked like.
Who said that my old practice is inferior to Shintoism? That’s ridiculous!
It was the power of a sword that opened the sky. All wind and sound were isolated. The misty cloud platform steamed and swayed, and the cranes on the edge flapped their wings and soared, circling the sky and chirping.
Zhao Chun's sword is extremely simple, with no signs of movement. He just stands still and holds the hilt, as if he is swinging it casually, without any carvings.
Xie Fuling's body trembled, her eyes widened in anger and she shouted loudly: "Don't even think about us and our enemies!" The blood lines from his arms climbed up to his cheeks, to his eyes, and to the top of his forehead. Judging from her appearance, she doesn't look as elegant and proud as Fairy Jinghong. She looks very much like the evil demon who chooses people to devour.
Before the sword energy was formed and the sword was not carried, the black sword blade struck directly at the blood-red arm. Neither of them heard the sound of the sword blade cutting flesh and bones, but those two arms were It was indeed severed under the sword, and dripping blood spilled all over the ground.
The tip of the sword did not stop, passing through the broken arm and straight into Xie Fuling's chest. Zhao Chun raised his other hand and pressed it on his Tianling. He shouted loudly and drew out the bloody soul, letting it fall into his palm. The blood and fire will destroy it!
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