Fantasia: The Beginning Of The Congenital Sacramental Body

On the desolate plain, the light red soil reflected the sky, giving the whole world a sense of desolation.

The four Taoists Haifeng stood on the ground with extremely ugly expressions.

"Haven't found Xia Yunsheng yet and we've already lost two people!"

The old man who was leaning on a crutch with a dragon's head slammed the crutch in his hand on the ground, and said angrily.

"It's all losses caused by the three holy lands of killing, and now there is still a killer from the killing temple coveting, how to deal with it?"

The cloaked man sighed and said softly.

"There's no reason to guard against thieves all day long!" the loose man said coldly while holding the ring.

Taoist Haifeng thought for a moment, nodded and said: "I always feel that something is wrong, as if all of this was deliberately arranged by someone, it's too coincidental, but it's like "Six Five Seven", we have already killed people, killing Dao The Three Sacred Lands are connected with each other, and I am afraid they will seek revenge from us, so let’s cut the weeds and get rid of the roots.”

After finishing speaking, he urged the compass again and rushed towards the place where the Holy Killer was located in the Killer Temple.

This is a wet forest.

The dense shadows spread out, and the combined shadows looked like twisted pythons.

The four of Haifeng stepped directly into the forest, where the compass pointed.

However, what they didn't expect was that they, who had just entered this place, were already stared at by a pair of pitch-black eyes without whites.

In the hall of Yan Luo.

"The killing saint in this Temple of Killing is not simple. He has a shadow body, which is most suitable for assassination. He can melt into the shadows. He is everywhere in that forest. Taoist Haifeng and the others may suffer a lot."

Xia Yunsheng sat cross-legged in front of the scroll with a half-smile, and the scene there was clear at a glance.

Sure enough, as his words fell, something happened in the picture scroll immediately.

The assassin who had been waiting for a long time suddenly burst out from the shadows, the disillusionment step was running to the extreme, and the iconic black snake sword pierced the man's back.

The sword was so sudden that the people present were a beat slower.

laugh!

The man lowered his head in disbelief, and a pitch-black sword tip was emerging from his chest. The thick black color smudged along the wound, like ink dripping into a basin, and his whole body became It was black and had a stench all over it.

It wasn't until this time that the crowd came to their senses, shouting and attacking.

The Holy Killer of the Killing Temple spat out a mouthful of blood, drew his sword and retreated, his body slowly blending into the shadows.

"You six holy lands are so bold, are you planning to start a war against us?"

The cold and hoarse voice echoed in all directions.

"It's not that we want to start a war with you, it's that your three holy lands broke the rules and attacked us first." Haifeng looked at the man's injuries and shook his head immediately, knowing that the gods could not be saved.

"Hey, what did we do to you for no reason? It's no good, and you who want to do it will have an excuse after all.

There was a cold and disdainful laugh in the dark.

"Your people killed a fellow daoist in front of us, and we fought back. You killers are really shameless, why? You want to turn the truth upside down after making a move? But that's all, at this point, you will definitely die !"

The old man leaning on a dragon's crutch shouted angrily.

In fact, at this point, all the human spirits present have already sensed that something is wrong, but what can be done? People are already stupid, and the battle is about to break out. It is like a seesaw in balance. If any party relaxes, it will only overturn .

As the old man said, the leading crutch in his hand suddenly emitted a rich smoke, with a faint fragrance.

If you look closely, you will find that the smoke is actually composed of a large number of white insects, densely spreading all over the void.

"snort!"

There was a muffled grunt when he pressed it.

"I got you, Brother Haifeng, Min!"

The old man held a strange big seal with both hands, which seemed to be a prehistoric ancient method, very similar to the ritual method of the ancient witch tribe, and the strange fluctuations shrouded the space like a cobweb.

In the distance, a hazy shadow Ning'er lingered, and faintly transformed into a human form.

"good!"

Haifeng shouted and exchanged glances with the man in the cloak, and shot together.

The mighty fluctuation instantly destroyed the forest in this area, and the ground was cracked like it was covered with cobweb cracks.

Haifengzha shouted and struck out with a sword, as if all beings in the great world were emerging, evolving into an inestimable killing power, forcing the exposed Shashen Temple to retreat again and again.

The old man in the rear was very cunning, he used his breath to lock the back of the killing sage all the time, but he didn't make a move.

laugh!

Finally, Haifeng's sword scratched his arm, and the Shasheng let out a scream, and the whole arm turned into flying feathers under his horrified gaze, and began to dissipate.

"ah!"

In the end, the killing saint was at a dead end, he wanted to use the secret method to escape, but the old man locked his way out all the time. As a last resort, he chose to desperately use the fundamental method of killing the holy land.

boom!

The blood-colored mist filled the sky and earth, turning into a distorted projection of the sword tip, as if piercing from the netherworld, the dazzling red makes people frightened.

Haifeng and the others had already made preparations, so they retreated without hesitation.

But how can killing the saint make them get what they want?

"Sacrifice the fairy sword and kill all the enemies!"

There was a muffled roar in the void, the body of the killing saint burst open, and the essence of the holy body merged into the projection.

The tip of the sword spat out a little cold light, directly piercing the forehead of the old man in the distance.

There was still a hint of complacency on his 4.0 face, because he was the one who forced the killer of the Temple of God into such a situation.

However, he didn't know that this also made Shasheng hate him so much that he dragged him to the back when he was dying.

In the hall of Yan Luo.

"The last part made up."

Xia Yunsheng's eyes were uncertain, and he sighed leisurely, red, black, and white terrifying dao patterns emerged all over his body, merged with each other, and gradually turned into a red and black ghostly long sword.

It is three feet six inches long and three inches wide, every point of arc is interpreting the power of killing, just the phantom appears as if it has a spirituality, flying around Xia Yunsheng, calling him, tempting him, wanting to let him He completely merged with this sword, and reproduced the power of the fairy sword back then. .