Chapter 1319 Blood Soul Evil

The shrill whistle of the sword resounded through the sky, and a sharp light broke through the sky, penetrating the void as fast as lightning!

Liu Qinghuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was too late to dodge. He thrust out his right hand, each finger seemed to be made of fine gold, and then heard a crisp and loud sound of gold and stone hitting each other, and the whistle of the sword stopped!

A drop of blood slipped from his fingers. It was a broken sword covered with blood and rust. The sharp blade was grabbed by Liu Qinghuan with his bare hands. An extremely violent aura suddenly surged out of the sword body, making a silent and sharp scream. It sounded immediately.

Liu Qinghuan felt a stab in his heart, and the brilliant Yang God virtual fire rose up all over his body. A bamboo branch condensed by divine consciousness appeared beside him, and he waved it out without hesitation!

"Brush!" There were dots of emerald green and shimmering light, just like a clear spring flowing over the rocks after a new rain on the empty mountain. The sword spirit still struggling in his palm suddenly stopped speaking, and the violent aura was dissipated under the whipping of the bamboo branches.

The crazy laughter suddenly stopped, Liu Qinghuan's hand was empty, and the broken sword with the edge turned into a pool of smelly blood.

He threw his hand away in disgust, only to see a deep bone-deep scar on his palm. A flash of thought flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes: blood magic!

Turning around and looking around, he was now in an endless sea of ​​blood. The dojo, stone steps, and jade platform were all immersed in the blood. Bubbles bubbled up and popped one by one, making a sticky sound of "gurgling".

Bai Fengming was nowhere to be found. His body had exploded into millions of pieces in front of Liu Qinghuan not long ago, but he was not dead yet. It was just the nauseatingly rich smell of blood around him that completely covered up his aura.

Are you trying to wait for an opportunity to attack again?

The corners of Liu Qinghuan's mouth curled into an indifferent arc, and with a stroke of the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, a black wooden boat broke through the blood waves and appeared at his feet.

"In the past few years since you left the sect, you have abandoned the righteous Taoist way, so you turned to this weird Blood Demon Technique?" The Purification Curse swept away the blood stains on his body, and Liu Qinghuan said in a low voice: "The power is indeed not small, it broke my immobilization. This technique can also injure my body, but... I'm afraid it will cost a lot, right?"

He changed his eyes: Why don't you come out yet?

"Let me think about it, when did you start to practice demonic skills." Liu Qinghuan pretended to be silent: "The orthodox Taoist mental method is incompatible with this kind of demonic cultivation skills, and Bai Ningshuang didn't mention it when she came back last time. If there is any abnormality in your cultivation, then you practiced Blood Demon Technique after that, and at that time you had at least Yang Realm cultivation."

"Destroying the foundation of Taoism for more than two thousand years, abandoning Taoism and cultivating demons, such a huge price..." Liu Qinghuan sighed, shook his head and said, "What do you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pen in his hand suddenly turned and drew diagonally backward!

The deep ink mark broke through the sea of ​​blood, and a loud beast roar was heard. A strange dragon that looked like a dragon but not a dragon rose up from the water. The blood surged violently under the agitation of its thick and long body, and its mouth full of sharp teeth opened towards the sea. He's coming!

The Immortal Killing Spear appeared in Liu Qinghuan's right hand, and with the golden light bursting out like a blazing sun, it shot out like a startling dragon and flew into the ugly mouth of the dragon.

"Crack!" The strange dragon closed its mouth suddenly, and heard a series of shuddering breaking sounds. Its steel teeth all broke, and the whole head exploded into a large ball of blood in the next moment!

"Bang!" The heavy body of the dragon crashed into the sea of ​​blood, setting off a huge wave of blood. However, the crashing sound was heard again, and two strange dragons appeared in the sea of ​​blood. The body of the dragon with blood and mottled flesh twisted vigorously, and in just a moment, He rushed to the black wooden boat.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes turned cold, and he stepped hard on his foot. The Xuanmu boat raised its pointed bow and slammed into one of the strange dragons!

With a loud bang, the tattered canoe, which looked like it was about to fall apart, crashed through the monster dragon's hard body and flew onto the high waves. The Immortal Killing Spear circled in the air and exploded the other monster dragon into a ball of blood again.

"Is this your method?" Liu Qinghuan said loudly: "Junior Brother Bai, don't say I didn't give you a chance. With these, you can't defeat me."

The sea of ​​blood surged, and there was deathly silence.

After a moment, "Heh, heh heh heh heh heh heh..."

A slightly crazy laughter echoed over the blood sea: "Yes, you are right! Senior Brother Liu is now the Taoist leader respected by everyone. Naturally, these little tricks of mine will not catch your eye and make you laugh!"

Liu Qinghuan's consciousness almost covered the entire sea of ​​blood, but the laughter seemed to come from all directions and was impossible to locate.

"But, what if this is the trick..."

The next moment, shrill screams were heard everywhere, and fierce ghosts emerged from the water one after another, riding the blood waves, rushing towards the canoe, and the sound of claws scratching could be heard under the hull.

"I'm afraid..." Liu Qinghuan suddenly paused mid-sentence, and found that those fierce ghosts were all covered with black stripes like chains. They were screaming and struggling, their faces were hideous due to pain, and every one of them had black stripes on their bodies that were like chains. They all have soaring resentment and evil spirits.

These resentments are so strong that only those who were brutally tortured during their lifetime will have such strong resentment after death, and even form clouds in the sky.

Liu Qinghuan closed her eyes, her face as cold as a piece of ice: "You deserve to die, you actually killed people to create the Blood Soul Evil!"

"Hahaha!" The laughter coming from all directions became very sinister again: "Senior Brother Liu, I have already died once! Aren't you curious why I gave up the orthodoxy and became like this now? Let me tell you …”

However, Liu Qinghuan no longer wants to know that Blood Soul Evil is an extremely vicious blood technique. The soul that becomes Blood Soul Evil is forcibly cut off from the chance of reincarnation and can no longer enter reincarnation. Repeatedly experience the ultimate pain before death.

Therefore, their grievances are extremely strong, because there are powerful monks in front of them, and their ferocity after death is far greater than that of evil spirits of the same level.

Liu Qinghuan's boat looks very broken, but it is a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation in the hands of the extraditers. However, now it has been scratched crazily by the Blood Soul Evil and has deep marks, which shows how powerful it is.

At this time, there were thousands of Blood Soul Demons surrounding the ship, and the darkness filled a large sea of ​​blood. In other words, thousands of monks with varying cultivation levels had died, although these were not necessarily caused by Bai Fengming alone. , but he must also be involved.

Because the most powerful blood soul evil leader must be controlled by the person who controls it, so that other blood soul evil spirits can be controlled.

Liu Qinghuan had already seen them, and one of them had already clung to the side of the ship. The aura released from it was probably a Mahayana monk during his lifetime. Every time his claws touched down, the protective array on the ship shook violently.

Bai Fengming's voice was still chattering in his ears, but Liu Qinghuan was too lazy to listen anymore. He sat down cross-legged, and the Qianqiu Samsara Pen in his hand burst into a faint mysterious light, and a dazzling clear light fell from the sky!