Martial Cultivator Chapter 303: Blood type
Traveling through the Tianyin Mountains with his seniors for two or three days, Wang An encountered not only the projections of the Star God Sect and the Dainichi Sect, but also the projections of the Zhengyiyi Sect and the Dazen Temple.
The first three have no other use except that the breath left after death can benefit Wang An.
The projection of the Great Zen Temple can help Wang An move.
The various orifices in his body contain the 359 unique skills of the Daizen Temple. Practicing with the projections carrying the martial arts skills of the Daizen Temple can deepen his understanding of a certain unique skill, and he can practice it in the future. , will definitely get twice the result with half the effort!
"There was once a young monk in the Great Zen Temple with the name Kong Zheng. He was just like you. He was extremely talented in martial arts practice and could only comprehend a new skill in a matter of days." Sloppy Taoist His face was filled with memories and he was speechless.
He recalled for a moment, then looked at Wang An, pointed at Wang An and said, "I can't say that Kong Zheng is like you.
Compared with you, he is still a little inferior.
It's still a little bit worse..."
After entering the Tianyin Mountains, this martial arts senior talked about the past of Dazen Temple more often.
Every time he encounters the projection of a monk from the Daizen Temple, he can remember the identity of the other person if he recalls it for a moment.
If he had not lived in Dazen Temple for a long time, he would not have such an understanding of the monks in Dazen Temple.
The senior's performance also made Wang Anxin realize: Could this martial arts senior have been a monk of the Great Zen Temple?
"Senior, you should take care of your past sorrows." Seeing the sad look on his face, Wang An comforted him in a low voice.
The sloppy Taoist waved his hand and laughed a few times.
The laughter was a little stiff, as if laughing to hide the sad atmosphere, but it added a bit of loneliness.
He stopped laughing, calmed down his expression, and said instead: "Those hyena monsters are about to escape.
Let's follow them quickly. ”
"Okay."
Wang An responded.
The two of them left the place tacitly, gathered their breath, and quietly pursued the fleeing three-headed hyena demon, lingering behind them from a distance without letting them notice.
The practitioners knew the magical power of the projection relics and began to fight the projections in groups.
Now the area shrouded in blood mist has been drastically reduced.
The projection of the Dazen Temple that Wang An recently found, which is good at Crouching Ox Boxing, was actually discovered by the three-headed hyena demon first.
He and the Taoist followed behind, came from behind, and took the lead in fighting the projection.
The hyena demons were completely unaware of this.
They have the gift of sniffing out the aura of death, and all the projections have a strong aura of death!
So the probability of the three-headed hyena monster encountering the projection is extremely high.
After the hyena demons ran away for more than an hour, they finally felt a strong sense of death again.
The three brothers were overjoyed and hurriedly approached the place where the death energy came from.
Hiding in the dense forest, spying on the source of death.
I saw a golden figure fighting with a projection of a monk in a cockscomb hat. Next to him was a Taoist with unshaven beard and patched robes!
The three looked at each other.
I didn’t know for a while whether this was a coincidence or a destiny?
Why did my three brothers encounter this fierce **** again? !
……
The night is dark and windy.
Ten miles away from Luliu Town, there is a high hill.
The night in Gaogang is as dark as ink, but in front of Gaogang there are blood-red chains hanging down, deeply piercing into the earth, and the blood is shining, making the scene inside difficult to see clearly.
Over the chained area, the sky was as dark as blood.
The sky is very different from the sky beside Gaogang.
On a high hill with rustling trees, several figures in black robes stood silently, watching quietly in front of a middle-aged man in green with his flying sword, constantly cutting off blood-red chains. Apart from making a loud roar, it was difficult to break the chains. Every cent.
It is even more impossible to bring the flying sword into the **** place.
The middle-aged man in Qingyi swung his sword more than ten times, and cast spells one after another. Black energy billowed around his body and condensed into a centipede in an instant.
The iron-backed centipede gave birth to a pair of hands, which circled into a large handprint and grabbed the **** chain!
Boom!寯寷bⅹшⅹ●С〇寷
The **** curtain rippled.
Pitch-black eyes emerged from the ripples, all of them stared at the middle-aged man in Qingyi, their eyes releasing endless death energy.
The big handprint that grabbed the **** chain was directly transformed into nothingness under the consumption of death energy!
"Even the capture handprints of Hong Hua Realm can't break through even half of this forbidden land." The leading figure in black robe silently watched the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi struggling for a while, and finally made a sound like the friction of sand and stone, "National Master, No need to try again."
The middle-aged man in Qingyi, known as the ‘National Master’, heard the sound and stopped to urge his true energy.
He turned his head, revealing a thin Chuchen face, and the hatred in his eyes completely destroyed Chuchen's refined temperament: "My beloved disciple and junior brother are both here now, and their lives and deaths are unknown. ."
After a pause, he continued: "General Zhenguo ordered Gao Xiaowei to collect the soul. Now there is no news about him. Now he can't get in, and the people inside can't get out.
Should we just wait here?
By the time the ban is relaxed, I'm afraid everything will be over. ”
"There is no need to worry, Imperial Master."
The leading figure in black robes smiled lowly and continued: "Colonel Gao Ren is the twenty-sixth adopted son of General Zhenguo. It is impossible for the general not to care about his life and death.
What's more, the general's blood flows in his body.
Bound to the general by blood.
The general can find out what his current situation is. ”
"Oh?" The hatred in the eyes of the middle-aged man in Qingyi subsided, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
"The Colonel Gao Ren is dead." The black-robed figure at the head made a hoarse voice, stretched out a palm wrapped in an iron glove, and pointed to the place blocked by blood in front of him, "For the ruins in the mountain, I don't know where it is. How many tyrannical people have gathered.
We have been busy searching for auras and have not paid much attention to this relic.
But let outsiders get there first! ”
The cloak of the leading figure in black robes moved slightly, a pair of purple-red eyes looked at the middle-aged man in green, and said slowly: "However, we are not completely helpless, we can only wait here.
Others have devoured the general's blood.
I only need to awaken the vampire so that it can communicate with the Devourer.毊灪毊灪
Look at the aftereffects again. ”
"The general who governs the country has a clever plan.
The general manager is also strategizing. "The middle-aged man in green finally looked much better. He saluted the leading figure in black robes, sighed in admiration, and then said, "What should we do if the Devourer cannot communicate with us? ”
"If it is difficult to communicate..." the leading figure in black robes said in a gloomy voice, "It just depends on the strength of that person. If he is not strong enough, I have a way to strengthen the vampire and devour him!
No matter what, we must get a share of the ruins in the mountain.
Even if I try my best, I will go to the General’s Office and ask the government to send out the Heavenly Army to surround this place!
At that time, please ask the Imperial Master to send his disciples to join forces with the heavenly army! ”
"Good!"
The middle-aged man in Qingyi nodded.
After that, the black-robed figure turned to look at his companions standing silently behind him, and said in a deep voice: "I will use my own blood to communicate with the general's blood.
You protect me! ”
"Yes!"
The men behind him, also wearing black robes, responded one after another.嗗售殮
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