indianbanksassociation Chapter 130 Killing the Blood Demon in the Nether Spring
Chapter 130 Killing the Blood Demon in the Nether Spring
Chapter 130 Killing the Blood Demon in the Nether Spring
At this time, all parts of Shuzhou were robbed.
There were so many bloodthirsty mephits that Lu Ming couldn't stop them all by himself.
There are always bloodthirsty mephits that slip through the net and fly to the major cities in Shu, causing a bloody storm.
These bloodthirsty mephits are bigger than falcons, with fangs and sharp teeth, and they attack with magic sounds.
If a monk can deal with one or two, but if it is an ordinary mortal, it will become a fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered.
The monks of the small sect are mostly in the foundation building state and the bodiless state, and there are few who condense the golden core.
They stepped on the blue tiles on the roof, sacrificed magic weapons, and fought with huge bloodthirsty mephits.
A Taoist priest from Qingyunmen yelled: "The mephits of Youquan blood demon are attacking, all mortals hide in the room, close the doors and windows, and don't come out!"
Before the words fell, the doors and windows of every household were smashed.
"Ah, help!"
The bloodthirsty mephit rushed in, grabbed a mortal, and flew out.
The bat wings flapped, lifting the mortal into mid-air.
As soon as the blood-sucking fangs bite, they will suck the mortals dry, skinny and boneless.
The claws were released again, and the mortal corpse that had sucked the blood fell on the street.
"Mom, woo woo woo, my mother was taken away."
"Help, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
"what……"
Similar scenes of tragedies continue to be staged.
Thousands of people suffered catastrophe.
The monks' eyes were red.
"Damn it, is there no other way?"
"The Youquan blood demon fought fiercely, and all the Buddhist masters were defeated. We can only count on the sword fairy of Emei."
"By the way, there is also Patriarch Baimei! Can he defeat Youquan Gorefiend?"
Bloodthirsty mephits gathered more and more, and the monks of the small sect couldn't hold it anymore.
"Master, let's go!"
"We can't hold it anymore, we will die here if we don't leave."
"Where there is life, there is hope."
"Buddhist sects like Mount Wutai only care about sticking to their own mountain tops. Why should we overestimate our capabilities and challenge the power of Youquan Gorefiend?"
Several disciples sacrificed feather fans, precious mirrors, copper rings and other magic tools, and after forcing back more than a dozen bloodthirsty mephits, they all shouted anxiously to the head of Qingyun Sect.
The head of the Qingyun Sect glanced at the bloodthirsty mephits in the sky, and one after another, mortals were caught out sucking blood and fell to death.
The head of Qingyun Sect gritted his teeth and shouted: "My monks, if we fight against the sky, why should we be afraid of death?"
"Hurry up, I'll cut off the queen for you!"
"Youquan Gorefiend is just a bastard, what kind of bloodthirsty mephit, all of them are coming at me!"
The head of Qingyunmen looks like a spoiled Taoist priest, but his integrity is awe-inspiring, which is admirable.
"Squeak!"
Dozens of bloodthirsty mephits were attracted over, baring their teeth and pounced on the head of the Qingyun sect.
The ruined Taoist priest threw up a broken paper umbrella, operated the golden core cultivation base, poured mana into it, and urged it desperately.
The torn paper umbrella spun on its own, getting faster and faster.
On the tattered umbrella surface, mysterious runes rose one after another, triggering a lavender light curtain, covering the ruined Taoist priest.
"Master!"
Several disciples of Qing Yun Sect shouted.
"Hurry up and go, Pindao won't last long!"
The ruined Taoist quickly made seals with his hands, bit the tip of his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to hold on.
Dozens of bloodthirsty mephits desperately attacked the broken umbrella.
The mephit opened its mouth, and the magic sound screamed, and circles of transparent sound waves bombarded the broken umbrella.
The lavender light curtain inspired by the broken umbrella seemed to be crumbling, disillusioned several times, as if it was about to shatter.
After some hesitation, several disciples of Qing Yun Sect made a difficult decision to leave the city and flee to the deep mountains.
Seeing them leave, the spoiled Taoist smiled freely, his cloudy eyes flashed brightly.
"Come on! Come on! Kill one more bloodthirsty mephit, and the poor will save one more mortal!!"
The ruined Taoist gave up his defense and rushed towards the bloodthirsty mephit in a wound-for-damage style.
"Heaven and earth are magnificent, righteousness will last forever!"
"The head of the Qingyun Sect is admirable!"
At this time, a voice came from afar.
Accompanied by the clanging of the flying sword, each mouthful of flying knives with the blade of the sword was like a sharp arrow flying like lightning, shooting and killing bloodthirsty mephits one by one.
Dan Chenzi spread his sword wings and stepped out of the air.
The head of the Qingyun sect who thought he was going to die, saw that he was rescued, and looked at the man in the helmet.
"you are?"
"I'm Dan Chenzi, Emei's great disciple!"
The helmeted man said proudly.
This scene happened in various cities in Shu.
Three thousand disciples of Emei arrived in time to rescue the people, beheaded the bloodthirsty mephit, and turned the tide.
Especially those with high levels of cultivation, such as Tianlei Dual Sword, Light Splitting Sword Duan Lei, and Yunzhong Seven Sons, have achieved great fame.
"It's the Sword Immortal of Shushan Emei!"
"It turns out that the rumor is true, there really is a sword fairy in the mountains!"
"thank you all!"
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
The voices of these sentient beings reached Lu Ming's ears.
It also reached the ears of Youquan Gorefiend.
"Hmph, it's just ants, what's the use of stubbornly resisting?"
Youquan Gorefiend sneered disdainfully, his eyes fell on Lu Ming again, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
He found that even if Lu Ming summoned Jianfeng's Ten Thousand Swords, he still kept his arms raised.
Lu Ming's hand was still empty, not holding a flying sword.
"Baimei is an insidious villain, what is he waiting for?"
Youquan Gorefiend was vigilant and pulled himself together.
Lu Ming smiled and said, "You just asked me how many people my sword can save, and now I will answer you—"
"My sword can move mountains! It can pour seas! It can urge cities!"
Lu Ming's voice became louder and louder.
"It can slay demons! It can suppress demons! It can chase the sun and the moon!"
Every word and sentence is like the spring thunder that blasts the cold winter, reverberating in the nine heavens, rolling in the sea of clouds, deafening.
Lu Ming's aura increased steadily.
He suddenly changed from the easy-going and indifferent, handsome young master Pianpianyu to a peerless sword.
In an instant, you can show your sharpness!
The Youquan blood demon was startled, inexplicably horrified, he stopped releasing the bloodthirsty mephit, and began to mobilize the sea of blood to accumulate strength.
Lu Ming continued: "It can calm the world! It can push the invincible!! It can save the common people!!!"
After a pause, Lu Ming glanced at Youquan Gorefiend with cold eyes.
"I can also... kill you!"
Youquan Gorefiend's instinctive hair stood on end, and he screamed, "You don't have a sword in your hand, don't scare me with boastful talk!"
"is it?"
The moment Lu Ming paused, he suddenly yelled, "Sword Spirit, come—"
"boom!"
There was a loud bang.
Emei Sword Peak shook violently.
Invisible ripples swept across the sky, shaking the sea of clouds for hundreds of miles.
The earth and rocks were cracked by the shaking of the earth, and dark golden rays of light burst out from the cracks in the mountain, illuminating the sky.
Seeing that the Ten Thousand Years Sword Peak in Emei was about to be torn apart, all the abnormalities calmed down in vain.
Youquan Gorefiend sensed great pressure from the direction of Emei.
But in the next second, the pressure disappeared.
Youquan Gorefiend secretly sweated, grinning on his ugly face.
"The bluff almost made you scare me successfully..."
"boom----"
Before the words fell, there was a shocking sensation, which made Youquan Blood Demon's liver and gallbladder burst!
The top of Jianfeng exploded, and circles of golden ripples spread in all directions, radiating for hundreds of miles.
A mysterious black sword, trembling slightly, was slowly pulled out from the top of Jianfeng.
The hilt, the grid, the blade... rose up little by little.
Jianfeng is like a scabbard, and the sword spirit is pulled out little by little.
The moment the sword spirit was completely born, the tip of the sword stood on the top of the sword peak, and all the sword-shaped weapons in the Three Thousand States fell to the ground, and none stood still.
Whether it is the sword of the Jianghu people made by Fantie, or the magic weapon of the magic weapon, which can be called the flying sword or the magic weapon of the magic sword, without exception, they choose to lie dormant in front of the sword spirit.
In mortal restaurants, those knights who walk the rivers and lakes stand with their swords against the tables and chairs.
With a "snap", the moment the sword spirit was born, their sabers all fell to the ground.
These people from the rivers and lakes didn't pay too much attention to it, they just lifted their swords and stood up again.
But like some accomplished kendo masters, their flying swords also fell to the ground inexplicably, making them puzzled and wondering.
……
Sword Peak.
"call out"
The sword spirit that was born turned into a bright golden light, cut through the sky in an instant, leaving a very thin pale golden "scar of the sky", and slammed into Lu Ming.
Lu Ming held the palm of his hand with five fingers, and the golden light fell into his hand, "shattering" inch by inch, revealing a delicate black long sword.
"What kind of sword is this?"
Youquan Gorefiend was completely shocked.
He just looked at the sword spirit, and his eyes, eyebrows, and even his soul had the illusion that they were almost torn apart.
It seems that after staring at it for a long time, the supremely sharp sword intent condensed on the black sword can kill Youquan Gorefiend.
"What a sharp sword is this!?"
Youquan Gorefiend couldn't help being horrified, and the hair on his back stood up.
"Impossible. There are three treasures of Emei Zhenzong, namely Haotian Mirror and Tianlei Sword. There is no such sword."
"No! Even if you look at the three thousand states in the world, it is impossible for such a sword to be born!"
"This...is not the sword of the world!!"
The ancestors of Emei and Baimei, as Youquan Gorefiend's biggest opponents, how could he not have known in advance.
In the information obtained by Youquan Gorefiend, the sword in front of him has never been mentioned.
Lu Ming held the sword spirit with one hand, and wiped the blade of the sword spirit with the other.
"This sword is forged by me by fusing the meteorite iron. The blade is three feet seven inches long and has a net weight of ninety-eight thousand catties."
When Youquan Gorefiend heard this, there was a loud bang in his ears, and his head was buzzing.
"Meteor God iron casting?"
Lu Ming ignored Youquan, and shook his head to himself: "It's your honor to die under the sword spirit."
Youquan Gorefiend was a little hairy, and roared hysterically: "Old man with white eyebrows, don't scare me!"
"The blood sea formation, all souls are extinguished!!"
Youquan Gorefiend was running the supreme magic power with all his strength, and his magic power was truly overwhelming.
He mobilized the thick and boundless magic power in his body, and pushed forward with both hands.
This push is not pushing the air, but a majestic sea of blood with huge waves!
"boom--"
The sea of blood churned, covering the sky and covering the sun, and suppressed Lu Ming with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and destroying the world.
The waves of blood surged, and the hideous demon heads and grimaces stood out, screaming like ghosts and wolves.
The deep night sky suddenly became a hell on earth!
"This is the power of heaven and earth, this is the supreme trend, it depends on how you resist!"
Youquan Gorefiend stepped on the huge waves of the sea of blood, grinning grinningly, and with the force of tens of thousands of hectares of blood, he wanted to overthrow Lu Ming.
"Resist? Youquan, Xiao Daoer, why resist!"
Lu Ming smiled, holding the sword spirit in his hand, and folded the blade towards the Blood Demon in Youquan.
This fold will naturally reflect light.
But the sword light reflected by the sword spirit is completely different from the ordinary sword light.
Lu Ming used the sword spirit as the basis, supplemented by his own peak swordsmanship, and the refracted sword light reflected the sky of Three Thousand States.
This moment is night, the next moment, the moment is like day!
Later, some poets commented on this campaign—one sword with light and cold three thousand states! !
But when Lu Ming folded off the sword, the light of the sword shone, and the sky and the earth were white.
The mighty Youquan Gorefiend, who came riding on the waves, was forced to narrow his eyes, and couldn't help but raise his hand to block in front of him.
The sword light of the sword spirit was too dazzling, even more powerful than the sun.
Stronger than Youquan Gorefiend's cultivation level, he still can't look directly at it.
The white sword glow swept away.
When the sword light faded, Youquan Gorefiend found that he had already died once, and his primordial spirit re-condensed.
"Old man with white eyebrows, it's useless for you to kill me once!"
"In the sea of blood in this seat, there are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine souls, and you have to kill me nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times!"
Youquan Blood Demon laughed sternly.
"is it?"
Lu Ming gave Youquan Gorefiend a playful look.
"I've killed you nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times, don't you know?"
"What... what?"
Youquan Gorefiend wondered if his ears had misheard.
Didn't he die once, how did it become nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times?
"Take a look around."
Immediately, Lu Ming turned his head and put away the sword spirit, as if he didn't care about Youquan Gorefiend.
Youquan Gorefiend looked around in a daze, the expression on his face changed from dull to frozen, from frozen to shocked, from shock to shock!
Blood... The monstrous sea of blood is gone!
Yuyu clarifies Wan Liai.
Not to mention the sea of blood covering the sky and the sun, it has a radius of thousands of miles, and not even a cloud can be seen!
The sea of blood is gone, which means that the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine souls hidden in the sea of blood are also gone.
"How is it possible! He cut off my blood sea formation with one sword!!"
Youquan Gorefiend set off a huge wave in his heart.
Thoughts of fear filled Youquan Gorefiend's mind.
It's ridiculous that he is the big devil that countless people fear.
Only myself is frightening, never thought about being shrouded in fear by the strength of a sword cultivator.
Lu Ming's kendo and saber made every drop of blood in Youquan Bloodfiend's body tremble.
"escape!"
(End of this chapter)