Chapter 6 Big Secret

"Now, there is one last box left." Su Qin's eyes moved gently to the last box.

This box is unreal, and the dark wooden body is more like something that has been around for a long time. The strangest thing is that Su Qin always feels like the box containing the "Silent Life Sutra" at the beginning.

Involutably makes people think about what is inside.

Su Qin gently opened the wooden box.

"What, empty?"

There is nothing in the box, but nothing.

"Is this what's in this box?" Su Qin's eyes were on the ordinary paper, which was so wonderful that it could separate his consciousness.

Su Qin grabbed his hand, and the light paper floated into his hand.

Gently unfold, and there is nothing special about this white yellow paper.

"Why the hell is that?" Su Qin frowned and was a little puzzled.

"Is it..." Su Qin pondered slightly: "The divine consciousness can't penetrate. Is it possible that you need a special way to open it? I'll try it with Zhenyuan."

Su Qin ran Zhenyuan, and a silver light spread out of his hand and entered the paper.

Suddenly, the paper shines white.

There are countless lines on the empty paper, like strips of mercury flowing through, and various patterns are drawn on the paper, which are lifelike.

There are rivers and tunnels, and the most interesting thing is that the pattern on this map will constantly change every once in a while. For example, the river is removed, the stone wall is removed, and the road suddenly changes, which is simply unpredictable.

There is an abnormal existence in the center of the map, with various colors of brilliance circulating, which seems to be buried there. On the whole, this map seems to be like a cave.

And outside this map is a red light with four big words written on it: Tiandu Blood Prison.

"Is this the bloody prison of heaven? Unexpectedly, someone would build such a cave in such a place!" Su Qin's face showed surprise.

In the secret collection of "The Vast of Heaven and Earth" records: Tiandu Blood Prison, which is an abnormally evil place. It seems that it is born to condense the blood and evil spirit between heaven and earth. I don't know how many years ago, a bloody river has been formed. There are all kinds of demons and evil things hovering in it all year round, except for a few monks who practice evil methods who are willing to enter. When I went out, no one cared about it.

In the bloody prison of Tiandu, the blood and evil spirit rushed to the sky, and the demons were even more fierce. As soon as a stranger entered, they rushed up, and the flesh and bones were devoured clean, which was a forbidden place for many monks.

"Presumably, some kind of treasure should be indicated in this map. Seeing that Murong Can is so anxious, it must be something extraordinary. If there is a chance, it's okay for me to explore it, but now the true elements in my body are solid, forming a bottleneck. There is still a long way to open the bridge between heaven and earth, just here to practice the sky. He Jiandian hit Tianhe Jianguang and escaped. At that time, he will visit the bloody prison, and he will also have some power to protect himself!"

Su Qin thought about it secretly in his heart.

At this moment, although Su Qin has the power of Taiyin and the silent sword Gang as a magical method, it is indeed extremely powerful, but it is brute force. He happens to get the two methods of Tianhe Jiandian and Tianhe Jianguang Dun, and naturally he has to practice well.

Then, Su Qin carefully put the map into the black box. As for the other boxes, they waved their hands and tore them all into pieces. Anyway, they were useless to Su Qin.

"Let's start practicing now." Su Qin took out the "Tianhe Sword Book" and looked at it page by page, tempted the mystery and understood the essence of it.

The yellow spring ruler is no different from ordinary long swords, and it is sharper and more effective as a constantly evolving god. It is the same to use a ruler instead of swords.

This Tianhe Sword Classic pays attention to hard practice. One sword for ten years, one sword for a hundred years, and the sword heart is psychic. He can be able to pass the sky with ten thousand methods, and one sword can be broken.

The gesture of Tianhe Jiandian is only eight moves.

are: point, skim, stroke, hook, pick, thorn, split, block, hang.

In the nine moves, they degeneated into 36 moves from each other, until 365 moves. Finally, like a starry battle, the sword spirit is horizontal, and it turns into a sword into a river, which is endless.

After that, take back this starry trick one by one, become 366 moves, then become 36 moves, and finally combine one move.

At that time, just like the Qinglian monk, one person and one sword can break ten thousand laws, and one sword can break the universe!

"Tianhe Sword Classic pays attention to hard practice. You can't be greedy for your own merits, so I will lay the foundation little by little." Su Qin raised the yellow spring ruler with one hand and practiced again and again according to the method of transporting swords in the Tianhe Sword Code.

There is no attempt to make progress at all, like a child, relying on a strong heart, bit by bit of accumulation.

Thick accumulation and thin hair is the way of heaven and earth and the foundation of all things!

At the same time, there are thousands of miles away from Ziyang City.

The Blood Shazong is located in Dangyin Mountain. It is shrouded in the spirit of blood evil all year round, and there are many evil things. It is one of the subordinate gates of the Red Devil Valley of the Demon School. For hundreds of years, the Red Devil Valley has been respected, and every move has been the honor and disgrace of the Red Devil Valley.

At this moment, the sky is dark, and there are many red lights in the mountains shrouded in blood and evil spirits, and evil spirits are soaring to the sky.

There are boys running around the Taoist temple. These boys are all teenagers who have collected talented resources for many years. They have practiced by secret methods. Those who become successful are accepted as disciples. Naturally, they serve as furnace tripods to help inner disciples practice.

In the palace at the top of the Yin Mountain.

The three monks in blood robe sat aside, and a young man with blood stains all over his body sat in the middle. At this moment, the young man's whole body was purple and even frost, and the blood he spit out was full of finger-sized ice, which was extremely painful.

The three blood-robed monks closed their eyes and condensed, and a rolling red light shot out above their heads. A red bridge seemed to be accompanied by blood evil spirit. The rolling red light constantly surrounded the youth, setting the youth red.

There is a big seat at the top of the palace, on which there is a thin middle-aged man, who also closes his eyes and concentrates. There are countless red lights above his head, rolling like clouds, as if the world and the earth have been shocked. In the red light, there seems to be a sitting blood-colored yuan god, with a ferocious face and soul-catching.

"Bring it up." The bloody genfold suddenly opened his eyes and shot a frightening red light, as if the sound of thunder roared throughout the mountain.

Between breathing, several monks grabbed four or five-year-old children with horror and tears. As soon as they entered the hall, they began to cry.

"The leader has brought it." Several monks saluted, threw away four or five seven- or eight-year-old children, and then retreated respectfully.

"Let's begin." The thin middle-aged monk sitting on the chair was red and thunderous.

"Wow, wow, don't kill me."

"Please don't kill me."

"Mom, help..."

The child's bitterness was even more miserable. Tears hung on his face, and even his voice was a little hoarse.

"With my blood essence turned into a melting pot, the yin and yang turned upside down, the Dharma moved the soul, sacrificed!" The thin middle-aged monk's cry to the child was deaf and didn't care at all. His slightly hoarse voice seemed to be reciting some spells.

Then, he bit his fingertips, and a piece of blood light shot out, then scattered, shooting on the heads of four or five children.

This move made the child's cry even louder, wow, and panicked.

"Sacrifice!"

The three blood-robed monks shouted together, and the blood light gathered on the young man in the middle. Suddenly, the bloodlight shot from the young man's body and connected with the heads of four or five children, like bridges.

The empty finger of the thin monk on the big seat.

Fat!

It seemed that there was a bloody electric light out of thin air, and the crackling sound connected the body of the young man and the child. As soon as the electric light touched the top of the child's head, the child's white and fat body quickly dried up.

Blood light gathered on the young man's body, and then another purple light on the young man followed the electric light into the child's body.

The purple and blood stains on the young man's skin began to fade away, and finally the spirit was full, round and jadey, and his vitality was restored.

"Wow." The young man slowly exhaled and opened his eyes, which turned out to be a pair of bloody eyes.

The bodies of several children began to freeze quickly, and blood stains appeared on their bodies. They didn't even have time to wail, so they died transparently.

Where is my universe bag? Come on, give it to me!" The young man suddenly roared and his voice rolled up into the sky. The young man was Murong Can.

"Young Lord!" Including the thin monks on the big seat, a salute.

"Young master, if you want, it's just a universe bag." The thin monk narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, and his whole body was red.

"Bullshit, it must have been taken away by Su Qin's miscellaneous fragments. What do you know? If the things in it are known by other sects, I'm afraid it will roll up shocking waves, and I'm afraid it will completely make the monk world completely chaotic again! Heaven and earth are boiling! All ten sects will be involved! Do you say it's important or not?"

Murong roared with a ferocious face.

"Is it so serious?" The monks present looked at each other, and everyone's eyes were shocked.

Who is Murong Can?

The chief disciple of the Red Devil Valley is also the direct grandson of the elder of the Red Devil Valley. His identity is simply above everyone. Is there any reason why he said not true?

Although the bloody storm between the monks has never stopped, except for a small friction, there has been no war in the past thousand years. Even the two sects and demons seem to maintain an inexplicable distance between the ten sects, and even several sects have retreated.

And the young master actually said that there is something that will cause complete chaos in the monk world, which may represent the war between the ten sects and the two demons. At that time, there will be hundreds of millions of people and millions of monks in the world, whether it is extraterritorial cultivation, ten demons, or even a group of demons in thousands of mountains. No one can be unrolled!

That means!

Bloody wind and rain, heaven and earth change color! Catastrophe in the world!

What kind of thing can achieve this situation!

What the hell is that thing?