Eternal gate

"Warm-up...is over." The Blood Demon smiled solemnly.

This didn't sound like much to Zhao Yun. After all, the Blood Demon had a strong foundation and there were still many methods he had yet to use.

But to the ears of the mustache, it was particularly shocking, and the melon seeds on the head were cut off once. Is this the time to warm up? Fortunately, it was Ji Hen who fought against him. If it were him, God knows how many times he would have been defeated. His attack was just a scratch against the Blood Demon, but even one palm of the Blood Demon's attack was enough for him. Take a walk on Huangquan Road.

This is the absolute suppression of cultivation and strength. All the bells and whistles are just decoration.

puff!

As the blood demon finished speaking, he turned into a puddle of blood inch by inch, and the dim world turned into blood because of him. There was blood mist rolling, and blood light criss-crossing. The first feeling you felt was that He fell into a scarlet and bloody hell, with blood dripping everywhere in his eyes.

"What is this?"

The mustached man was frightened and immediately came to Zhao Yun's side. He held the Miaotian whisk tightly and looked around with a pale face. They really got into big trouble this time and provoked a terrifying existence. Even the ancestor of Tianyue... It’s hard to imagine how terrible it is to be unable to kill someone.

"Good for you."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

In terms of experience, he may not be as good as the mustache.

But in terms of vision, he is higher than this old man.

At least, he can see what this bloody world is.

If what was expected was true, they should be in the Blood Demon's belly at this moment.

That's right, it's the belly. The Blood Demon has assimilated with this world.

His guess was soon confirmed. The world in front of him was still changing. There were walls above, below, left and right. To be precise, they were walls of flesh. The flesh was scarlet, and it was still squirming, resembling a human stomach.

It has to be said that the Gorefiend's belly is weird. It actually forms a space of its own, even isolating his external clone.

Well...!

Seeing the mustached man, he retched for a while. Putting aside the stench of blood, this scene alone made him sick to look at.

"Come, merge with me!"

The sinister smile filled the blood-red world, and it was the Blood Demon speaking. Although the words were short-lived, they were full of magic power, causing great trouble to the mind. He listened to the mustache holding his head and roaring.

Woohoo...!

Soon, wailing sounds started to sound, and in all directions, people were screaming with blood, crawling out of the flesh wall, resembling fierce ghosts.

However, that was not a fierce ghost, but a person who had been swallowed by the blood demon. He used his own body as a container and raised it into a terrifying resentful spirit.

"It turns out to be the Immortal Demonic Body Technique."

Zhao Yun murmured that each of these resentful spirits was regarded as a life of the Blood Demon. In other words, he would have as many lives as the number of resentful spirits the Blood Demon raised.

Unless a person of this number is beaten to ashes in one breath, it is basically impossible to kill him. Who knows how many people he has swallowed.

When he looked, the resentful spirits in the sky were already rushing toward them. They were extraordinary resentful spirits. In terms of strength alone, the weakest ones were comparable to those in the Ksitigarbha realm. Because they were raised by blood demons, they were born with blood demon energy. Yun, the innate essence is also connected to the Blood Demon background.

"Really... do you want to kneel here?"

The mustache's words were trembling, and the old face was pale and bloodless. What a human being! You can't be too pushy, sooner or later you will kill yourself, just like him, if you do anything wrong, you have to move the stone seal.

Buzz!

Zhao Yun sacrificed the lotus lantern, hung it above his head, and burned it to its peak with the billowing immortal power. The lotus fire was blazing, and the lotus light was bright. It enveloped him and his mustache, and it was able to cut off the blood and energy, and even the resentful spirits that came towards him were killed. Showing fear, they only dare to wander around the periphery, and few dare to go up to the former.

"That works."

The mustache moved closer to Zhao Yun again, barely holding his thigh. He looked up at the lotus lantern, his eyes were shining brightly, and he could tell that this was also a relic of the Immortal Family, and it actually had such strange power. .

"very good."

The blood demon's laughter could not find its real source. Looking at the speed of the flesh walls in all directions, it was clear that he was very excited. He liked this lotus lantern very much. After breaking the seal, he unexpectedly bumped into such a precious lump. Once Zhao Yun is devoured, all this kid's treasures will be his.

"I want to see how long you can last."

The blood demon said a sinister word, but before he could finish his words, those resentful spirits seemed to be under a spell, madly pounced on Zhao Yun and the mustache, one after another, without fear of life or death.

The next scene was particularly bloody. When the resentful spirit hit the light of the Lotus Lantern, it turned into blood or blood mist. The screams and wails were piercing, and also had magic power, attacking the soul directly.

"Are you spending money?"

Zhao Yun looked around. Every time a resentful spirit bumped into it, the lotus light of the lotus lamp would be mottled. Over time, it would be eroded.

Unless he has enough immortal power to keep the lotus fire alive, but once his immortal power is exhausted, the lotus lamp will have no successor power and will no longer be a deterrent. The resentful spirits will surge up and tear them apart. Into a pile of broken flesh and bones.

He couldn't fight for consumption.

Again, the Blood Demon swallowed too many creatures. Every resentful spirit can be a life. They are in the Blood Demon's belly. This is the home of the Blood Demon. With the human sea tactics, they will be consumed sooner or later. .

"Boy, I've caused trouble for you." The mustache was full of apologies.

"I'm the one who got you into trouble."

Zhao Yun gave a dry cough. He was careless. He only took the eight pagodas and ignored the world under the altar. The blood demon was fine here. If he went out to cause trouble, it would be a catastrophe. Then Zhao Yun would not A true sinner through the ages.

Therefore, the blood demon must be killed.

He was the one who caused the big trouble, and he had to put his life in order to get it over with.

Thinking of this, he took out the stone harp and plucked the strings, but what he played was not the Wushuang song, but the Awakening Song, which he had learned through the Buddhist Awakening Mantra. He realized that basically They are all for their own entertainment. This time, it is the first time that they are used against the enemy.

Different from the Wushuang song, the piano sound of the Awakening World song has its own piano meaning that washes away the lead. The intention of playing the piano is not using force, and the invisible attack is as domineering as ever. The resentful spirits that surround it are destroyed one by one by the piano's meaning. .

Eh?

The mustache raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the stone harp again. After looking at it for a long time, he looked at Zhao Yun again. How many fortunes did this boy hit? This stone harp seems to be a relic of the immortal family. With the sound it plays, , how domineering.

If he hadn't listened carefully, he wouldn't have known that Ji Hen had such a high attainment in music.

An all-around talent?

"interesting."

The blood demon's smile resounded again, like a curse from hell, and the whining and wailing sounds he aroused were like a death knell, beating for the two creatures in his belly.

He's not in a hurry, he's not in a hurry.

Although the lotus lantern is mysterious and the stone piano is weird, it doesn't matter. As long as it is still in his belly, he will not be able to get out of this bloody world. Even ordinary Tianwu realm will be consumed by him bit by bit.

Back then, Tianyue was almost wiped out by him like this. If it weren't for a bunch of little bastards who caused trouble outside, Tianyue would have become his prey.

"If this continues, he will be consumed to death sooner or later." The mustache whispered.

"I can tell."

Zhao Yun was playing the piano and looking around.

This situation is not easy to break, but they are not helpless.

The reason why the Blood Demon uses this method to deal with them proves one thing... The Blood Demon is not in a very good condition. If there is no physical problem, how can he use the human sea tactic? If there is not some kind of backlash to contain it, he will definitely fight harder. Arrogant.

"Do you really want to force me to use all my cards?"

Zhao Yun thought in his mind and took the time to glance at the little Qilin.

That little guy has been jumping around in the Danhai for several times. With just a thought, he will come out to help in the battle, forcefully activate the Kirin transformation, and can break open the blood demon's belly with one blow.

However, this is his only trump card, and he needs to use it just right. Defeating the Blood Demon is not the goal, but completely annihilating the Blood Demon is the mission of this battle. Otherwise, many people will suffer.

"I can see someone familiar." Zhao Yun said suddenly.

Hearing these words, Mustachio raised his eyebrows... Familiar person?

"The blood demon should have swallowed your ancestors." Zhao Yun said.

The mustache frowned, and then he searched with all his eyes among the resentful spirits.

At his age, the oldest person he has ever seen is his Grand Master, who is older than his Grand Master. He has never seen this person before. This refers to a real person. He has never seen a real person. No. The representative has never seen the portrait. If there are any ancestors of his family among these resentful spirits, he can recognize them at a glance.

After repeated searches, he really found one. He was in the form of a resentful spirit, without any consciousness or sanity. There was a lot of struggle and suffering hidden in his ferocious face. If there is reincarnation in the world, then his ancestor, I am trapped here and will never be reincarnated.

Can't survive.

You can't die.

Like his ancestors, all the resentful spirits here are in the same situation.

Zhao Yun didn't say much and continued to play the piano, playing more Awakening Music meanings. If he had known the existence of resentful spirits, he didn't use the Wushuang Song. In this situation, the Awakening Song seemed to work better than the Wushuang Song.

The Buddhist awakening mantra can also turn decay into magic.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the fat little black man with a blank memory to be awakened to a clear mind. The awakening song he came up with also has this ability. It is easy to understand that the resentful spirit is compared to a person who has been hit by the curse of oblivion.

As long as the will of the resentful spirit is awakened, 60% of this battle will be won.

The remaining 40% was given to him.

"Ancestor."

The eight-character Hu choked up and burst into tears.

The ancestors of the family were turned into such ghosts. As a younger generation, one can imagine how he felt.

He began to understand why their line declined, most likely because of the Blood Demon. His master said that his ancestors had suffered a catastrophe and buried two generations. After the catastrophe, the talents withered and they could no longer pick up their former glory. brilliant.

If this was the case, he could hardly imagine what a tragic price his ancestors had paid in order to suppress the Blood Demon.

Zheng...!

The sound of Zhao Yun's piano lacks a touch of killing, but the meaning of the piano has a touch of awakening.

As for the resentful spirits that came towards them, there were subtle changes due to the sound and meaning of his piano. Although they were still killing them, their movements were slightly slow, and sometimes there was a trace of confusion in their dull and vicious eyes.

Their hesitation proved that their devoured minds were showing signs of recovery.

This is a good start.

The wails of the resentful spirits are a little more sad and resentful. They are sad for themselves and resentful towards the blood demon, trapping them in their bodies. They become resentful spirits and are driven every life.

They are willing to live or die.

Whether dead or alive, it is a kind of relief.