Chapter 314 Yuan Jun Is Terrifying, the Pool of Transformation, and the Tide of Sinking Sea

"The slenderness is satisfied, the length is shortened, the shoulders are cut into shape, the waist is as plain as expected, the neck is lengthened and the neck is beautiful, and the quality is natural."

"I have heard that Lord Doumu Yuan of Zizai Tian is extremely beautiful, arrogant and ferocious. When I saw him today, it turned out to be even worse than the rumors. He knew there was a scam but still dared to enter the battle alone. Should I tell you whether you are confident or do not know how to live or die? ?”

Sounds like thunder came from all directions, and all the pedestrians in the town spoke at the same time. The scene was a bit scary for a while.

Facing this strange scene, the smiling eyebrows on the peach blossom mask suddenly disappeared, and the eyebrows turned into two sharp arrows, flying upward at an angle: "How dare you scold me, you hide your head and show your tail."

"You said Mr. Yuan was very beautiful, and Mr. Yuan was very happy. But you said Mr. Yuan was arrogant and brutal. You are farting. God has never spoken to me like this!"

"The remaining loser with the flag behind his back, stop hiding, and the little dwarf in the crowd, stop pretending, come out together." Yuan Jun's eyes flashed with a touch of pink on his peach blossom mask, as if there were peach blossoms. Floating up and down in it, his tone was as cold as ice.

As soon as these words came out, the air fluctuated, and a majestic figure with a copper coin armor covering his face and two battle flags behind him suddenly appeared.

The silhouettes of pedestrians on the street slowly turned into flying ash and dissipated. The houses disappeared, revealing the original plain landform. The flying ash gathered together and turned into a dwarf. His whole body was shrouded in a black mist, and a hand covered with chicken skin was exposed. Holding a strange white bone skull staff on it.

This man stared at Yuan Jun with burning eyes, as if looking at a rare treasure.

An old man with a white head and two swords crossed behind him also cast his eyes maliciously on the man in the peach blossom mask.

Thousands of meters away from everyone, there are eighteen huge red divine pillars with a diameter of three meters. They are filled with mist, carved with strange runes, and illusory and mysterious auras ripple from them.

"Your Xietian Sect is also the top sect of the Demonic Dao after all. When did you wear the same pants as Dugu Xiong, a lost dog?" Yuan Jun looked at the three people who showed their figures and couldn't help but sneered.

"Doumu Yuanjun, our three great masters will use a large formation to ambush you alone. I hope you can laugh again later."

"Today, I will use your head to pay homage to the many souls of Fengyun Sword Sect who died in your hands. Two fellow Taoists, let's do it now." The white-headed old man took a step forward and looked at him with malicious eyes. Woman in peach blossom mask.

"Duguxiong, remember your agreement with us~" The dwarf cultivator lightly tapped his staff, and suddenly the eighteen red divine pillars emitted a rich blood-colored mist, turned into clouds, and enveloped several people. Above, a sweet and fragrant smell hangs from the air, smelling it makes people drowsy and confused.

The three of them took a step forward together.

At this moment, the upward-sloping eyebrows on the peach blossom mask suddenly smoothed out and turned into two horizontal lines. He looked at the three people with a playful tone, as if looking at three clowns.

"Have you ever thought about why you were able to block Yuan Jun just in time? Wasn't it smooth?"

"What?"

Yuan Jun ignored the surprised expressions of the three people and continued to talk to himself: "Three idiots who were sold and still helping to count money deserve to be played to death by Shen Haichao!"

"No matter what, it's all God's fault for asking me to seal myself and tie my hands and feet. It's not fun at all."

"Forget it, Yuanjun wanted to play tricks with you as a monk who intercepted the Dao, but what he got in exchange was alienation and ambushes. Those behind you should stop pretending to be fools all the time. Yuanjun stopped pretending. Yuanjun Showdown!"

"Have you ever seen a flower funeral?"

As he spoke, the man in the peach blossom mask suddenly turned into a silvery white hair, and strange light flowed on the hair. Looking at it carefully, it turned out that thousands of extremely tiny runes were shining in turns on it.

At this moment, Yuanjun's skin reflected the flowing clouds. She tapped her toes, and a cluster of peach blossoms lifted her feet up to the sky.

Her feet are like bamboo shoots, and her face is charming and beautiful.

The peach blossoms exploded at the toes, and began to circle crazily upwards along the toes, turning into white peach blossom stockings, anti-gravity knee-length skirts, breastplates, raised shoulders...

The gap between the skirt and the breastplate revealed a smooth jade-like skin, and the waist was so full that it could be grasped, which aroused people's imagination and made the curvature of the breastplate a bit exaggerated.

At this moment, the expression on Yuan Jun's face shone with divine light. He was no longer as cynical and frivolous as before, but looked like a powerful god descending into the world, with a peach blossom mask that showed no anger or power.

It was too late, but it was faster than that. The change had already taken place in a snap of the fingers.

"Damn it, Master Dou Mu Yuan is hiding so deeply in the Dao Master realm. Dugu Xiong, I'm going to be killed by you this time. Let's stop hiding it. If you have any means, use it as soon as possible."

The staff-wielding dwarf and others did not think too much, they all jumped with all their strength, igniting their own potential, and powerful waves were generated on the ground.

A white jade hand pressed down gently in the air, as if stroking an angry cat. The restless momentum below fell silent, and everything became silent.

"Hush! Listen to the sound of flowers dying!"

A plain white finger was placed on the sandalwood mouth of the peach blossom mask, and an emotionless voice emerged in the hearts of Dugu Xiong and the others.

The body cannot move and the mouth cannot speak.

There was a look of despair in their eyes, and they tried their best to look towards the sky.

It's peach blossoms, peach blossoms are falling all over the sky.

In the surrounding airspace of 10,000 meters, there was a dense rain of peach blossom light.

The South Dipper governs life, and the North Dipper governs death.

The peach blossom fell on the red divine pillar. There was no corrosion, no collision, and no explosion of light and shadow. All that was seen was that the contact area between the divine pillar and the petals seemed to be directly obliterated by a strange force and disappeared without a trace.

What is surprising is that the peach blossoms fell on the weeds on the ground, but did not harm the grass on the ground at all.

In three breaths, Duguxiong, the three of them, and the eighteen red divine pillars all disappeared without a trace as if their traces had been erased by an eraser. The ground was covered with a thick layer of petals.

A figure in a peach blossom mask stood in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, his eyes unfocused and somewhat absent-minded.

"I seem to have remembered something."

"Why do I feel so uncomfortable, Gua Wazi."

Yuan Jun came back to his senses and recalled the image of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood that flashed through his mind just now. She in the image was so powerful that it made people's hearts tremble.

However, she was certain that the scene in the picture was not in any part of Dongzhou, or to be more certain, it was not in any part of the human realm. In that place, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the sun and moon hung upside down.

"Forget it, I won't think about it if I can't remember it. I have a headache. Guan Yuanjun is bullshit~"

"So what if there is no memory? With memory, is it really happiness? Memory is the source of pain!"

"Yes, just be happy."

While talking to himself, Yuan Jun broke through the power in one second, his divinity was completely gone, and he returned to his previous appearance of a lazy and happy person.

After she sealed herself again, she tilted her head and scratched it a few times, took out the purple astrolabe and took a look at it. Yuan Jun straightened his big persimmon and prepared to leave majestic and high-spirited. The peach blossoms on the ground slowly dissipated. .

However, the waterfall of green hair on the back of Peach Blossom Mask's head turned into silvery white, no longer as black as ink before. Because she scratched too hard before, a dull hair stood high on Peach Blossom Mask's head. A little scrawled, a pair of smiling eyes climbed onto the mask again.

Yuan Jun's clear voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

"The world is full of chaos."

"When will it rise and fall and when will it disappear?"

"I feel at ease among people."

"Yuanjun is like the carefree fairy."

"Langligelang, Langligelang~"

Yuanjun's wonderful poems are uneven, uneven, and have no neat and exquisite meaning, but because of this, they appear more free and unrestrained.

Notes of joy echoed between heaven and earth, and soon her figure disappeared into the horizon.

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Heiqishan.

This mountain is completely dark, with few trees and rugged rocks, transformed into many terrifying shapes. The mountain gate of the Yuling Shengpuppet Sect's headquarters is located on this mountain.

Under Heiqi Mountain, somewhere in an unknown underground space.

A huge black-red square city lay quietly on the dark ground like a giant beast.

Above the giant city is a huge orb, engraved with densely packed talismans and seals, emitting a soft yellow light, like the sun in this underground world.

An illusory figure came to the gate of the giant city. The city defenders seemed to be unable to see this person and allowed him to walk slowly inside.

A column of tall strongmen nearly four meters tall, holding long swords and sitting on a huge rhinoceros-like beast, galloped along the street. Behind them were two teams of black-armored guards over three meters tall, with only one eye exposed. With his eyes open, he was hurriedly rushing out of the giant underground city, as if he had something urgent to do.

The black-armored guard's eyes were numb and his appearance was as stiff as a puppet.

The illusory figure faced the large group of people and actually bumped into them.

Both sides did not dodge or evade, there was no loud noise, and there was no smoke and dust. The large group of people actually penetrated directly through the illusory figure. Both sides went about their business as if nothing happened.

Soon, the illusory figure came to a side hall in the center of the giant city.

With a creak, the palace door slowly opened.

The hall was empty, with no decoration except for the beams and pillars.

In a pool of black juice, Ling Xudu's head floated out of the juice. The body under his neck had disappeared, replaced by dense blood vessel-like roots.

The illusory figure waved his hand, and a headless demon corpse suddenly appeared in the hall.

"Xidu, this is the corpse of a powerful member of the Moroko clan of the ancient demon royal family. Since you have made up your mind, I will take this corpse out of the sect's spirit puppet cave."

"I ask you one last time. It's too late to regret now. Do you really want to take risks to seize this body? This is a powerful monster that condensed the prototype of the palm in the past. Even if it has been wiped away by the sect's secret method, you still need the help of the Transformation Pool. , from my point of view, the success rate is still less than 15%.”

The illusory figure gradually solidified, turning into a middle-aged man who looked like an old farmer.

The middle-aged man has an ordinary face and an ordinary height. He is so ordinary that he would not be recognized if he were thrown into a crowd. If he had not appeared here, no one would have known that this ordinary man in front of him was Shen Haichao, who was in charge of Yulingsheng Puppet Sect.

He is a powerful figure who single-handedly pulled the Yuling Shengpuppet Sect from the bottom of the six sects of the Demon Sect to the position where it is now sitting on the sidelines.

"Thank you, Master!" Ling Xudu's eyes lit up, and the vein-like roots on his neck rolled up, immediately sucking the headless demon corpse on the ground into the black juice pool.

"Idiot, my sect's Tianji Strategist just lost one game, why is it like this." When Shen Haichao saw this, his face couldn't help but wrinkle.

"Master, from today onwards, Tianji Strategist is dead. He died in the hands of Lord Zizai Tianlangxing. If I am lucky enough to succeed and truly possess this powerful ancient demon body, my disciple will have hope of revenge."

"That Greedy Wolf Star Lord is powerful and insidious. This time my disciple has suffered a huge defeat. He has lost both his cultivation and his scheming. He has already been riddled with inner demons. If he doesn't win back, the disciple's cultivation will never improve again."

On that day of the battle, Yi Chen didn't let Ling Xu spend too much. According to his thinking at the time, although he needed a person with enough weight to pass the news back and turn the focus to Yuan Jun to avoid other people's attention on him, he didn't let Ling Xu spend it. Why don't you just keep your breath when you go back?

It would be even better if the oral message could be delivered to Karma.

In line with the principle of fighting to the death as long as he can't do it, Yi Chen directly severely damaged Ling Xudu's foundation. After killing the Wusheng Sword Mother, he rewarded her with a soul-killing death ray at the last moment.

As soon as this light penetrated the soul, among all the Jianxie Sect monks on the entire flying boat, only one elder who was in the early stage of entering the Taoism was still alive. He just turned into an idiot. He didn't know how to hide when it rained. He would pick up garbage on the ground and eat it. The rest All died.

This battle nearly caused Ling Xudu's physical body to disintegrate. If it weren't for the infinite magic of Yuling Shengpuppet Sect's transformation pool, his state's regression would have been a sure thing.

"Well, since you have made up your mind, I will help you as a teacher. If you can really fuse this ancient demon corpse of the Moroko tribe, you will be on your way to heaven. No monk who has not cultivated the prototype of the palm path will be your opponent. ”

"Speaking of this, the information you brought back this time is quite interesting. I made a little plan and designed three Dao-Jie Dao monks to ambush that Doumu Yuanjun. Now the soul lamps of the two idiots from Xie Tianmen have been extinguished. Yes, haha.”

"With such a clean and neat crushing, there is no doubt that Dou Mu Yuanjun is the true master of the Dao. Moreover, he is also a very interesting master of the Dao. The master of Beidou Yuanjun who pretends to be crazy and acts stupid has a big plan for Zi Zaitian."

A strange look flashed across Shen Haichao's face, but the face of the old fox Zi Zi Tianzhu flashed in his mind. For a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed:

"Xidu, I will teach you a spirit-controlling formula from the Spirit-Controlling Mingsheng Scripture, and give you three drops of my blood essence. This should push your success rate of possessing this ancient demon's body to two and a half percent. As a teacher, I can That’s all you can do, the rest is up to you.”

"Also, my teacher would like to advise you that you should take a long-term view of the future. The Northern Territory is just a battle on the edge of the chessboard. The ups and downs of life are normal. Unfortunately, your journey has been too smooth. In fact, not good.

Failure is actually a common occurrence in a person's life. Failure is not scary. What is scary is that you will be unable to recover and become obsessed.

Some old-timers, that’s called perseverance! "

"Haha, become an immortal."

Shen Haichao sighed meaningfully. He turned his hand, and a scimitar immediately appeared in his palm. He held the scimitar in his palm and wiped it hard. Three drops of golden blood seeped out from the wound with difficulty. , fell into the metamorphosis pool.

Looking at the resentment and stubbornness that could not be shaken off from Ling Xudu's eyes, Shen Haichao shook his head helplessly in his heart. The obsession was deep in his bones. Now he, the Tianji Strategist of Yulingsheng Puppet Sect, did not live up to his name.

With a flash of his body, Shen Haichao's figure slowly disappeared, and soon appeared in an ancient cave full of classics. It was not until the moon set in the west that his figure appeared on the surface of Heiqi Mountain.

Shen Haichao looked up at the full moon, and a strange smile appeared on his lips: "A sudden change in the world?"