Journey to the West: The companion Hongmeng Pearl, the white snake helps me practice

The blood was spilled, and the blood was stained.

Sacrificing human lives, calling the wind and rain, and staining the sky with blood.

The vast red color was so shocking that even the three venerables in the West Heaven on the pagoda were terrified and uneasy for a while. The nine-headed insect is worthy of being the demon king. This insight is very sharp and knowledgeable. He found the way to crack the Buddha's bone relics so quickly.

Innocent blood.

The Buddha's magic power is the power of mercy. The most feared thing is to be stained by sin. The nine-headed insect killed tens of thousands of people to condense the blood rain. This innocent human blood is exactly the nemesis of the Buddha's bone relics.

"When you are asked by the King of Hell in the Nine Netherworld, don't forget to report my name, Nine-headed Insect, so as not to delay reincarnation!" The Nine-headed Insect was murderous, and the crescent shovel was swung down, and even the space began to collapse, and dark cracks appeared. This was the extreme use of the power of the mountain-carrying god. The powerful physical strength could not be restrained by ordinary magic power and Taoism.

Ye Qingzhou was finished.

The three venerables on the pagoda shook their heads. They had already anticipated the ending. A true immortal, even if he was indeed amazing and did many surprising things. But he was just a true immortal after all. It was impossible for him to take on the power of the mountain-carrying god.

At this moment, the white-clothed boy in the blood rain had a gloomy face, holding a slashing immortal axe in his hand. The crescent shovel was very cold and fierce. The murderous intent that overflowed had cut through his clothes and skin, leaving wounds. The demon king at the peak of the Taiyi Sanxian realm attacked with all his strength, and he could indeed tear him to pieces.

The body was in pain, as if it was about to collapse, the soul was shaken, and under the shock of the demonic power, Ye Qingzhou felt death approaching very clearly. But he was not panicked at all. His pupils saw the blood-red killing pattern and the ink-black power pattern complement each other, as if two gods and demons were beating, drawing all his magic power.

Ye Qingzhou did not retreat but advanced, crushing the void with his feet, borrowing the power of his waist, and swinging the Immortal Axe with his arms, passing over his shoulders, and slashing at the Nine-headed Insect fiercely.

"Boom!"

The weapons collided, but it was like a meteorite hitting the ground.

The space was torn into a storm, covering all other sounds.

The Nine-Headed Insect's face suddenly changed, and he was terrified. He felt a sharp pain in his palm, his arms were numb, and a mouthful of blood was stagnant on his chest. "Impossible! How can you have the power to carry a mountain?!"

What he didn't know was that Ye Qingzhou's avenue of power had reached the pinnacle. He had just burned half of his restored mana, and his power had broken through the limit, reaching the state of turning decay into magic, and bursting out with power that was not weaker than his.

But at the same time, Ye Qingzhou still had the blessing of the complete avenue of killing, as well as the blessing of the acquired treasure, the Immortal Axe. With such advantages stacked, he had the upper hand in this attack.

At this time, the many demons below and the three venerables on the pagoda were all stunned, with unbelievable faces.

"I said I'll chop off one of your heads!"

Ye Qingzhou awakened the Golden Dragon Armor and rushed forward regardless of the destruction of the space storm. The boundless flames of the unity of the Great Dao swarmed out and enveloped the Nine-headed Insect, making him instinctively close his eyes and raise his hands to wave his sleeves to block the fire.

The Nine-headed Insect used his demonic power to protect himself, but he didn't expect that what happened next was even more terrifying. In the red flames, a bright color flashed by, but it seemed like the power of a saint, burning all his demonic power.

"Impossible... This is definitely not your power!"

The Nine-headed Insect only felt a sharp pain in his chest. He endured the smoke and fire and looked down, but saw a flame that looked like the blue sky at dawn burning, and even his body could not resist it!

...

...