Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Ancient temple in the wilderness.

The blood energy was like fire, completely annihilating the original strong monster energy.

The terrible palm prints turned into phantoms and gradually dissipated. The strong wind was like a beast hidden in the dark night, roaring and roaring, blowing the dead trees in the distance to bow, and the weeds bowed their heads.

Hu Sanniang died, and the vitality in her eyes gradually disappeared.

The bright red dress turned into ashes, and under the demonic aura, the very tempting body disintegrated like a skin, and under the ashes was the corpse of a wild fox, with rotten fur and bones exposed in the air middle.

This is the body of [Corpse Fox]. Even if it is resurrected from the dead, its body is like a walking dead, decomposing endlessly.

A group of corpse fox girls looked terrified, their faces turned pale, and even their demonic aura began to dissipate, and they could no longer maintain their human form.

The human being in front of him was really too powerful, and he beat Hu Sanniang to death in just a few seconds. It was terrifying and unstoppable.

In front of him, they are no different from ants, and they can be trampled to death by lifting their feet.

"Little Qiao, run away..." a corpse fox girl shouted in a low voice.

However, she was one step too late.

The moment Zhou Dao appeared, Hu Xiaoqiao saw something was wrong, this human being was too powerful to be defeated.

Taking advantage of Hu Sanniang's resistance, she had already fled into the night and fled.

It has to be said that this insight and determination saved her life.

But the other corpse fox girls were not so lucky.

With a flick of his fingers, Zhou Dao's blood surged violently, like a raging fire, and rolled towards him, devouring those corpse fox girls.

In an instant, screams echoed one after another under the moonlit night.

The next moment, the demonic aura dissipated, and only a charred fox carcass remained on the barren ground.

Shots are merciless, killing demons is like refining fire.

Zhou Dao raised his hand, and put Hu Sanniang and other corpse foxes into the green pan treasure bag.

This time, his harvest was quite rich.

Monsters like corpse foxes are rare, and Hu Sanniang's rank is not low. If she sacrifices it to the ancestor, she should be able to gain a lot of benefits.

"The old horse is not young..."

Zhou Dao leaned over and put a turtle essence pill into Ma Yinglong's mouth, the majestic medicinal power turned into a stream of essence, which dispersed into the internal organs.

Ma Yinglong's injury has just eased a little, his flesh and blood shrank, and the bleeding gradually stopped.

"Shouldn't hurt at all..."

Ma Yinglong's spiritual consciousness was still vague, and he muttered to himself, a little fuzzy.

Zhou Dao placed his right hand on his dantian and recited the "Xiao Lei Yuan Jing".

hum...

Every syllable recited from Zhou Daokou is like thunderous sound, deafening and deafening, which arouses the fame of Ma Yinglong's body.

The blood energy in the latter's body suddenly surged, like a river and a river, thousands of troops, washing this damaged body over and over again.

"Little Lei Yuanjing... Nine Heavens Responding to Yuan's thunder and universalizing Tianzun... Brat...Who are you?"

At this moment, a cold and terrifying wave emanated from Ma Yinglong's body.

The heavy voice sounded like a mountain splitting and Tianyue collapsing, and it suddenly sounded in Zhou Dao's mind.

"This is……"

Zhou Dao's complexion changed slightly, his body trembled suddenly, his soul left his body, and manifested the appearance of Yasha ghost king.

In Senluo Purgatory, bones are like mountains, and thousands of karmic fires are burning, resisting the terrible breath outside the body.

"Yasha evil ghost, Purgatory Senluo...Little ghost, you are the authentic Taoist..."

The voice in Ma Yinglong's body resounded again, revealing a trace of stunned and dignified.

rumbling...

Zhou Dao transformed himself into the ghost king of Yaksha, his will was round and round, and his ethereal vision revealed it. Only then did he faintly perceive a terrifying figure deep inside Ma Yinglong's body, in the darkness of chaotic light.

That figure is like a mountain, his naked body seems to be covered with heavy armor, like a dry land, there is a closed vertical eye between his brows, and ancient characters are branded on his chest, like a mountain.

This terrifying figure was sealed with heavy chains, and the talisman was like a prison, from which he could not escape.

The big demon Shan Kui!

"What's hidden in the old horse's body?" Zhou Dao was inexplicably shocked.

Suddenly, a terrifying thought came back, as if it wanted to swallow Zhou Dao's thoughts.

"Little ghost, your spirit has been cultivated well. You can roam all directions at night, and you can spy on my existence."

The big demon Shan Kui let out a sneer, and his evil spirit surged.

Zhou Dao's body shook violently, his brain roared, he felt that he was on the verge of falling, and his blood became vain.

"Yasha Ghost King!"

At this moment, Zhou Dao recited the mantra and circulated his soul.

The ghost king Yaksha showed his fangs, his body was full of bones, and the blue flame soared into the sky, resisting the impact of this thought.

"Little ghost, your Yasha ghost king is good, but unfortunately it can't stop me."

The big demon Shan Kui shouted violently.

The roar rumbled like thunder, and in a trance, Zhou Dao saw a mountain descending across the sky, the bones were crushed, the flames were annihilated, purgatory sank, and the evil spirits were annihilated...

"Call the image and drink the image!?" Zhou Dao was startled.

Among the supernatural powers of Taoism, there is an extremely powerful method called Hu Xing and Xiang Xiang.

Practitioners can transform into myriad shapes and phenomena by drinking the Dharma, and give birth to supreme power.

Just like the great demon Shan Kui, when he yelled violently, a mountain collapsed. Although nothing was true, this force was really as heavy as a mountain, destroying everything.

In fact, the "Xiao Lei Yuan Jing" practiced by Zhou Dao also has such a magical and artistic conception. When you recite the mantra, you will have the shape of real thunder, fierce and powerful.

It's just that his cultivation base is not enough, and he is far from achieving this effect. Only Lei Yin has not lost his divine form.

rumbling...

The idea of ​​the terrifying existence was crushed like a mountain, violent and frenzied, ferocious like a demon, defeated the ghost king Yaksha in one fell swoop.

Zhou Dao's spirit fell suddenly, and he could no longer maintain the appearance of the evil spirit.

"It's a good fortune, I got the nourishment of the natural fetus..."

The big demon Shan Kui became more and more suspicious. Ordinary people were bound to lose their minds and souls when they were shouted at by him.

But Zhou Dao's soul was able to return to his body after losing the appearance of Yasha ghost king.

It's just unbelievable.

At this moment, the terrifying existence in Ma Yinglong's body smelled a special smell.

That is the spiritual platform of heaven and earth, conceived by good fortune, the inner breath is like yin and yang, the inner soul is strengthened, the blood energy is refined externally, and it changes independently, which is unspeakably mysterious.

"Good boy, leave it to me."

The big demon Shan Kui yelled loudly.

He saw a glimmer of hope, such a soul, it can be called a supreme treasure, if it is devoured and fused, maybe he can take this opportunity to get rid of the shackles of the forbidden law, reappear in the world, and escape from the cage.

rumbling...

Thinking of this, the terrifying thought became more violent, the pressure was heavy, and it was as unshakable as a mountain. It stood in front of Zhou Dao's soul and body, and went back to swallow his soul and assimilate him.

The way of heaven is vast, and there is a ray of life of its own.

For Da Yao Shan Kui, this is his opportunity.

hum...

At this moment, Zhou Dao's soul felt heavy pressure coming from all directions, and it kept collapsing.

Under this pressure, his spirit condensed into a ball, frantically vibrating, refining, and changing...

In a trance, like a deadly river, the last trace of pressure caused a mysterious and unique force to gestate in Zhou Dao's soul.

That ball of spirit, like a sword pill, bloomed a frightening ray of light under the moonlit night.