083 Blood Sacrifice Knife

Fengxian Laozu roared, shocked the world, and his whole body was covered with a layer of milky red fairy spirit.

He has felt that the cracked soul knife has been affecting his mind. The power of this magic knife is far beyond his imagination, but at this moment, he can't give up the magic knife. Otherwise, he will be besieged by so many masters under the disaster. He can only die faster and can only forcibly suppress the knife spirit with his profound skills.

The black knife body began to spew fire out, killing countless times. In the knife condensed by countless enemies' blood and ghosts, it also began to steam hot flames. Where the blade was directed, the enemy was invincible.

But everyone present knows that this is just the dying struggle of the ancestors of Fengxian.

Uncle Gu shouted: "The old demon is about to be conferred. If you have any means, just use it!"

The voice of Daoling appeared in the mind of Fengxian's ancestor: "Why don't you want to sacrifice me with blood? At that time, you and I will definitely kill all these people!"

"Shut up!" Fengxian's ancestor said angrily that since he got this knife, the knife spirit has been constantly persuading him to sacrifice the knife with blood and promising various benefits. Fengxian's ancestor also knew the power of the combination of human knives, but he knew better the consequences of doing so. At that time, he would have to completely fall into the devil's road and become the puppet of this knife.

However, he refused to sacrifice the knife with blood, so the cracked soul knife refused to exert all his strength, and even sometimes competed with him. He spewed out fairy spirit again and again and forcibly suppressed the knife spirit. At this time, he was deeply enchanted, and many shadows appeared around him. He practiced for more than 3,000 years, and all the evil thoughts of the enemies he killed appeared through the magic cloud, and The dead souls that have been killed by this split soul knife for thousands of years also appeared, surrounding the ancestors of Fengxian, surrounded by evil spirits, crying or laughing, quarreling or scolding, scratching or biting.

If the Fengxian ancestor attacks the past, they will dissipate like smoke. If they ignore it, they will keep flying in front of the Fengxian ancestor, or pass through his head, or grabbing his hands and feet, bringing bursts of soreness and numbness. Sometimes the brain is like a needle, and sometimes the calf is like a fracture.

Uncle Gu couldn't resist the front and was killed so that he retreated repeatedly. Suddenly, the ancestor of Fengxian shouted angrily, and the cracked soul knife cut diagonally with the momentum of splitting mountains and broken mountains. The ancient poisonous dragon on his head roared his claws and stopped him down. With a squeak, he was cut off the dragon's claw by the magic knife.

Uncle Gu's poisonous dragon staff is made from the corpse of the ancient poisonous dragon. It has been psychic for a long time. Although he did not know the pain, he still leaned down his head and sprayed poison. At the same time, Lingquan's yin and yang method. The twin corpse fork of the wheel and the blood corpse boy attacked left and right. The ancestor of Fengxian waved his knife left and right. When he made a sharp noise, he split the wheel fork and used Fengxian to inhale the virus, but he couldn't prevent the dragon's dragon's dragon to jump down. He swallowed his arm in one mouth, suddenly closed his sharp teeth, and immediately bit one of Fengxian's left arm.

The blood sprayed wildly, and Yang Tian, the ancestor of Fengxian, howled and took the blood spewed from the wound with a magic knife.

Blood quickly integrated into the knife, and the knife spirit of the cracked soul knife moaned happily. This was the blood of the six heavenly disasters of the scattered immortals, which contained a strong fairy spirit. The whole knife body turned bright red, emitting a buzzing roar. The fierce knife was held by the phoenix immortal ancestor, and the sharp knife light was poured out like water. The dragon head of the ancient poisonous dragon was cut off.

Uncle Gu's face was shocked, but it was fleeting and he shouted, "This old demon has run out of oil. Everyone kill him!" He saw that the ancestor of Fengxian sacrificed the knife with blood and was about to unite the human knife. He was destroyed by the staff and retreated slightly, but greeted others to move forward.

Among the five side door masters, the black-hearted monk and the blood corpse boy's spells are biased towards the magic religion, and can even be said to be in line with the Oriental demon religion. This time, Uncle Bone asked these people to help, and he also found these two people first. The blood butterfly is the highest among the five people, and it has been walking outside all year round. They are well-informed. These three people can see that the phoenix ancestors are going to run away. They don't listen to what Uncle Gu said at all. They just retreat, but at the same time hit their secret thunder beads, making it very loud.

Only the ink fairy and the lily girl rushed forward foolishly. As a result, they were stabbed twice by the phoenix immortal ancestor. First, they split the impermanence order of the ink fairy in half. The ink fairy saw that it was not good and quickly used the impermanence. Fa, who was stopped by the split soul knife and cut off his waist, broke into two wisps of black smoke, squirming left and right, and gathered together in the distance, and reappeared. His face was already pale, standing on the wall, blood gushing out of his mouth, and dyed a piece of clothes in front of his chest.

The second knife looked at the lily girl, hit the soul bell and broke directly, and then the knife splashed wildly, dividing her from head to crotch. Although these two knives had a sequence, they were split almost at the same time. The ink fairy just stood firmly on the wall, and the lily girl had died in Huangquan.

Fengxian's ancestor cut out a semicircle of the cracked soul knife. The cold knife spirit rolled up all the blood thunder and poison thunder from Lingquan and others. Hundreds of thunder beads exploded into a mass of chaos in the airflow of the knife circle. The poisonous smoke and blood fog were stirred together, as if the boiling water was boiling. Fengxian Laozu raised his hand and picked up the knife ring and hit it into the dragon head just now. Uncle Fengxian's token was confused and was almost completely manipulated by the magic knife. However, his strong obsession still aimed his murderous intention at Uncle Gu, because he saw that all these enemies were found by him.

Uncle Gu opened his mouth and spewed out a mass of flesh and blood-like things, penetrating through the knife ring. The blood mist and poisonous smoke were all absorbed by him and continued to hit the Fengxian ancestor.

Luo Qiqiang saw the power and hurriedly ordered Ning Zhiyuan and the second elder Ge Qu to come forward to help fight. The three were still holding the seven-star swords given by the ancestors of Fengxian' ancestors, all of which were psychic treasures. At this time, it was also appropriate to take them out against the ancestors of Fengxian. The three swords were intertwined into a silver power grid, plus Uncle Gu's hundred bone whip and Luo Qiqiang's bone magic flag, five people work together to resist the cracked soul knife, and Ling Quan and the black-hearted monk also copied from the back.

The blood corpse boy has been scared out of his courage, and his little face is white and he dares not dare to come forward. Seeing that Fengxian's ancestor is alone with one arm, a magic knife can't leave his hand, but he beat so many masters, and his heart is even more afraid. He can't help walking back involuntarily. He happened to meet Ye Jianling helping Jiang Shijie. When he first saw Ye Jianling, he was intuitively familiar. But he was soon recognized: "You are the son of the ghost grandma of Luoxia Mountain!"

Ye Jianling looked up at him and smiled: "Xiao Xueer, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The bloody boy came over and squatted down in front of him: "Your mother was killed by the Fourth Avenue Gate. The Heavenly Demon King dug the ground within hundreds of miles around Luoxia Mountain and couldn't find you. It turned out that you were hiding here." He looked at Ye Jianling wearing the Taoist robe of the Fengxian School and said, "It's really a good way. Even if the Heavenly Demon King breaks his yin and yang beads, he will never count it out that you are here."

Jiang Shijie opened his eyes and saw a teenager serving as a registered disciple applying medicine to himself. Next to him was the demon boy who had besieged the ancestors of Fengxian, with a surprised look in his eyes: "Why did you save me? Are you also with them?

"You also heard him just now. My mother died, and the Tianmu Ghost King of Difei Mountain looked for me everywhere. I came to the Fengxian faction to take refuge, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing. As for why to save you... Do you still need a reason to save people?

Jiang Shijie was slightly stunned and chewed this sentence. Even though his expression was slightly slow, he turned his head and saw the Fengxian ancestor besieged by everyone: "Then why didn't you save the ancestor together? Even if you don't think you are a disciple of the Fengxian School, you have been hiding in the Fengxian School for a while.

Ye Jianling asked him with great interest, "Why do you want me to save the ancestor of Fengxian? He is not a good person."

"I naturally want to save Ning Zhiyuan and his young killer."

"Ning Zhiyuan is your eldest brother."

"Hmm! He killed his third brother and came to kill me. Without you, I would have died, and our friendship would have been broken!" Jiang Shijie sat up, stared at Ning Zhiyuan, who sacrificed the corpse pestle and hit the ancestor of Fengxian in the distance, gritted his teeth and said.

"Follow me in the future." Ye Jianling pulled out the flying smoke sword inserted in the rock and gave it to him.

Jiang Shijie looked at him and felt that the teenager was a little strange, but he was a three-level registered disciple with such a big tone: "I'm going home."

"As long as you promise to follow me in the future, I can let Ning Zhiyuan and his young master's plan fail."

Really? Well, as long as I save my ancestors, I will worship you as my teacher!" He didn't think that this registered disciple had any ability to save the desperate Fengxian ancestor. He just hated Ning Zhiyuan and gambled on it. Moreover, he also knew that after Luo Qiqiang and others killed Fengxian ancestor, he was afraid that Ning Zhiyuan would kill him, and his Dantian veins were sealed and he wanted to leave. It's all delusions. At that time, it's also desperate to escape. He risked his life. He simply gambled with Ye Jianling to see what he has.

"Okay, Xiao Xueer, you are a notary. Luo Qiqiang and others just want to kill the ancestors of Fengxian and divide up the foundation of the Fengxian School. I will first save the ancestors of Fengxian and then take over the foundation of the Fengxian School. Well, the industries of the Fengxian School have three treasure pavilions, grass and beast gardens and Yinshi Mountain. I have taken at least one of them. You have to worship me as your teacher."

Jiang Shijie nodded: "That's it. You can do it."

Ye Jianling smiled secretly in his heart, but on his face, he sat cross-legged on the ground and held the spell.

In the fixed situation, he shone all over the world with the light of Buddha. The ancestor of Fengxian had already become a puppet of the soul knife, like a walking corpse. This matter was illuminated by the Buddha's light, and the evil spirits around him retreated one after another. The magic spirit of the soul knife was forced to retreat like a tide along his arm, and his divine consciousness immediately became clear.

A voice in the sky called him: "That magic knife is the most vicious thing in the world. Why don't you abandon it quickly!"

The magic knife can't attack under the Buddha's light, so I can only think of ** the phoenix immortal ancestor: "I am powerful and invincible. You are about to pass the sixth day disaster. I'm just like a tiger with wings. Even if I have the seventh disaster in the future, it won't be a problem. Moreover, I have a magic secret in my heart, which can let you give birth to a magic baby in the golden elixir. At that time, you don't have to work so tremblingly to survive the disaster!"

This words really lured the ancestor of Fengxian and refused to abandon the knife. He ignored Ye Jianling's persuasion and bargained with the knife demon: "You will teach me the magic of becoming a demon baby!"

The magic knife gave him a spell: "This is the spell of the heavenly devil's scriptures, which is very powerful! Among other things, it's easy to kill these enemies in front of us!"

Fengxian Laozu was happy and immediately held the praise, but there was no reaction. He immediately scolded the magic knife: "How dare you lie to me? Believe it or not, I will throw you away?"

The magic knife called for itself: "I'm not lying to you, but it's back in the Buddha's light above, and the magic spell doesn't work. If you ask the man to remove the Buddha's light and try again, it must be infinite."

The phoenix ancestor really looked up to the sky and asked Ye Jianling to take away the Buddha's light. Ye Jianling couldn't help but be a little angry when he saw that he was so upside down and could not distinguish between good and evil.

When Jiang Shijie saw that he opened his eyes with regret, he knew that it would not. The blood corpse boy said, "Brother Ye, everyone in this is better than you. Don't show off anymore."

Ye Jianling's agonizing thoughts together, the soul-grabbing stick in the five-e elements wheel noticed it and shouted, "The soul-splitting knife is too unknown. The master can let me out and see me teach it a lesson for him, and ensure that he will be subdued and obediently to the master!"

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There is no recommendation again. There is no rice or firewood in the book, so I can't open the pot. Poor me, everyone, count tickets for me...