Yang God

One-third of the "Blood of the Cthulhu" just reached the eyebrows, Hong Yi immediately felt the violent beating of the eyebrows. The glimpse of the "fine element of the upper body" seemed to fluctuate wildly, sending out a long drought. Artistic conception.

Hong Yi knows that this "blood of evil spirits" is the highest medicine in the temple of Jingyuan. Although there is no such thing as the "Tianyuan Shendan" in the Taidan Tao, it can be used as a master of Taoism. The flesh is alive and condensed to the magical effect of the world of mankind, but it can also increase physical strength, consolidate the spirit, pure spirit, suppress the heart and other benefits.

The role of "the blood of evil spirits" is still far above the "Yuanzhu Dzi Beads".

Now Hongyi is merging the blood of evil spirits with the practice of "excellent elementary birth".

This is the authentic Jingyuan Temple Taoism, now used to refine the blood of evil spirits, that is the most suitable.

Put all my thoughts together, and condense into a baby in the upper part of the eyebrows.

The baby breathes and turns the eyebrows into a mother.

Then the baby of the eyebrows changed and became the appearance of the Buddha of the Amitabha.

Between this change, the blood of the evil **** is also integrated into his soul. Suddenly, the scene suddenly changed, a huge, awe-inspiring, overwhelming, covering the will of the universe, direct bombardment into the mind of Hong Yi.

Suddenly. Hong Yidi is in the soul. There have been many pictures.

These pictures. Both are fragment scenes. But lively. It’s no different from being there.

Between 恍惚. Hong Yi suddenly seems to have returned to an unknown age in ancient times. An unknown place. Become an unknown god.

This **** is a naked man. The whole body is rough. Take a big cockroach in your hand. Above the sledgehammer. It seems to be carving an avatar.

"This? Isn't it a Moro god?" Hong Yi suddenly found out. I am the incarnation of this god. A sledgehammer in the hand. And from Mr. Zhou Da, I asked the Moro gods to come to the land. The weapons are somewhat similar.

"This is the evil spirit? The blood of the evil spirit contains the will of the earth? Accept this will. Can you achieve the ghost fairy? Break through the life and death barrier?"

Hong Yi knows that in his own soul, the immersive scene, the incarnation of the gods, is the evil spirit.

The blood of the evil spirit contains the founder of the Jingyuan Temple. In the blood of the evil god, the blood contains the pure will of the evil spirit.

"This is the battlefield!"

After knowing all of this, Hong Yi is not unusual. He wholeheartedly integrates the blood of the evil spirit into his own soul and feels the pure will.

Among the will, a vast picture of the war is presented in front of Hong Yi.

A lot of terracotta warriors, rifles, scimitars, and bows surround themselves, all in all directions, all chariots! cavalry! infantry! Shooter!

This is a vast and innocent desert, surrounded by its own army, at least tens of thousands, or even 100,000? At first glance, it is dense, all of them are people, flags.

In the desert ground, all of them are dead bodies, and the blood has already dyed the sand!

"This is the end of a poor world of great men!" In this moment, Hong Yi felt the generals of the generals, a tragic and endless road, and an unyielding spirit.

This **** is surrounded by thousands of troops. There is no way to go to heaven. After entering the land without a door, the giant scorpion smashes the giant hammer and violently fights!

One side of the steel shield, crushed under his armpits, even a huge chariot, between his swaying, immediately floated like a leaf.

He rushed to the giant python and killed a **** wave. Then, the locusts were so densely swayed, the arrows spurred toward him, and shot through his armor, but they were caught in his flesh and blood. These bows all bounced out, and the blood on the body did not flow out a little.

"It's amazing! This person! This person is afraid of being a human being! It is not even the kind of primary person!" Hong Yi feels that he and this **** are merged into one, facing the army and the horse, rushing and killing, happy Dripping, the heart feels the power of this god, and the heart is filled with strong shock.

This person is too strong, a huge scorpion, soldiers around a dozen feet, all eyes bleeding, heart rupture. At the same time, in the distance, the horses are afraid to move.

At this moment, all the people suddenly rolled and scattered, in the middle of the army, a whole golden, like a gold-cast tank, with a golden throne.

Above the golden throne, he sat in a king wearing a large robe, wearing a crown, holding a scepter, and extremely dangerous.

Seeing this emperor, Hong Yi felt out of the soul, a kind of trepidation of instinct! At the same time, I felt an irresistible force and oppression.

This kind of resistance is like God's will. No one can resist.

Even if Hong Yi himself, he can only hold on to the past, and he will not waver, but he will not think about it.

"This is a fragment of the ancient battlefield, the memory of the blood of the evil spirit, who is the emperor? This powerful oppression is even stronger than the nine-fire dragon of the dream machine! Although it is a memory fragment, I am still Can feel it, the real person, the true God of heaven! Is this the **** of the gods?"

Hong Yi merged with the blood of the evil spirits, and used the spirit to feel the memory fragments. The heart produced an unprecedented strong shock.

Hey!

In the memory, this emperor shows up, raises the scepter in his hand, and points to the **** of his own, booming! Suddenly, this **** has a feeling of being unable to move, and the whole body is tied.

The emperor kept saying the language that Hong Yi couldn't understand. It seemed to make this **** surrender, but the **** shouted and struggled.

From this, Hong Yi felt a strong and almost universal will.

This will is "never give in!"

In the following, five cymbals, 哧, 哧, 哧, 哧! The sound of the earth came out, and in the midst of it, five powerful forces broke through and pulled the head of this god, the hands and feet! A fierce one!

This **** was immediately divided into five pieces.

But an eternal will that never yields is preserved between heaven and earth.

"A good battle and a sad song! It turns out! It turns out! This god, compared to another ancient war god, was defeated by the emperor, but the blood left behind contains a willingness to give in." After the Emperor collected the blood, he removed all the impurities and left the most pure will to integrate into the spirit of the practitioner. With this will, the practitioners certainly have the hope to break through the obstacles of life and death and reach the ghost. Fairyland!"

Hong Yi finally understood why a drop of "the blood of the evil spirit" can make the Taoist practitioners break through the realm of ghosts!

In the blood of this evil spirit, it contains the pure will of the ancient war gods who never yield.

The gods of war in the ancient times, and the battle of heaven and the earth, do not yield to any existence, although they are obliterated, but will remain. This willpower, will be accommodated by the practitioners, naturally can break through the life and death barrier and enter the realm of ghosts!

"This is also an ancient war god, the demon **** of the witch gods, and the ancient **** of war, but the two are obviously not the same person, but they all have one thing in common, that is, the unyielding will."

Throughout the ages, among the long rivers of history, people who can be called "God of War", although not many, are not the only one. This kind of character is like the Confucian and Taoist saints who have been out for five hundred years.

If you don't understand the "God of War" in Yangshen, you can compare the characters in the real world, Xiang Yu and Xiang Yu. The blood of the evil spirits is equal to the pure will of these people's unyielding will, so that the master of Taoism can use this will to strengthen the heart and solidify its heart. Of course, the world of Yang Shen is not the world of the earth, just a metaphor.

With their unyielding pure will, assisting the souls of the practitioners, of course, can break through the barrier of ghosts.

Combining this unyielding pure will into one's own soul, Hong Yi seems to feel that his own soul is incomparably firm, and his heart is really solid, and it seems to be a step up!

A little bit of running the soul, looking at the five devils, turned out to be commanding arms, without a slight block.

If we used to run the five great demon gods, we must do our best to suppress the demons. Now, with half the strength, we can suppress it.

This shows that his power of spirit has doubled!

The power of "the blood of the evil spirit", which contains the unyielding meaning of the **** of war, is the most stable heart, the firmness of the nature, all things with sexuality, absorb this will, will have extraordinary achievements.

"The power of the soul has increased. Then how about my body? The power of the blood of this evil **** is also of great benefit to the body." Hong Yi absorbed the will in the blood of the evil spirit and felt his heart firmly. The nature is firm, and all the Dafa is easy to use. I am afraid that it is immediately going to the thunder and robbery.

Between the moods, Hong Yi runs his mind and spreads his body to see his physical condition.

This scattered soul, Hong Yi felt that his body seems to be strong and strong, there is a feeling of flying between the breath. At the same time, he thought of the boxing method a little, and he felt that all the moves seemed to be in his own hands. As long as he moved slightly, the moves in the boxing method would be like a big river with a gate, violently rushing and venting.

When the boxing spirit converges, Hong Yi has a whole body strength, which seems to be able to gather into a group and hold into a feeling of egg. At the same time, Hung Yi is a little harder, and the strength of the whole body is shocked, and there is a feeling of strength.

"This is the spirit, the ingenuity of the boxing, the realm of the master of the bone marrow. It is not the blood of a sacred god. It is not even half a drop. It is no wonder that this sage is a sacred figure. Eight times of thundering dreams!"

Hong Yi’s body is naturally happy.

Because he has reached the bones of Lida and shocked the realm of the guru inside the bones, which means that he can start practicing!

"Hong Yi! Don't try martial arts.

The effect of the blood of God on the flesh is not unusual for you to enter the guru realm after taking these things. Let's quickly refine the spirit of the Holy One. ”

The Zen silver yarn also refining the blood of this evil god. When I saw Hong Yi standing up, waving his limbs and shaking his body, he already knew that he had entered the realm of the martial arts master.

"District Ling Dan?"

Hong Yi stopped and asked for his limbs.

"There are three kinds of magical medicines in the Taishang Danjing. The first is Tianyuan Shendan, the second is the Yuanyuan Lingdan, and the third is the Yuanyuan Dan."

Strict and gentle.

When practicing Hongyi and Zen silver yarn, the monk is a guardian of the law.

This Wusheng monk now regards Hong Yi as the abbot of the Great Zen Temple. Although Hung Yi has repeatedly indicated that he will not rebuild the Great Zen Temple, it seems that the monk does not care, and everything tastes.

"Take the 10,000-ghosts to the flag! There are many souls and devils on the top of the squad, and you can absorb them into the sacred bow, as the power to spur the yin and yang, and have this power. , you can truly refine the spirit of the Holy One."

The monk and the monk suddenly made a suggestion.

"Well? Good idea!" Hong Yi and Zen silver yarn could not help but scream.

The sorcerer's flag of the sorcerer's sorcerer has now fallen into the hands of Hong Yi. There are many souls, devils, ghosts, and many gods in the flag.

However, this treasure, every few days, requires a large number of human blood to feed, Hong Yi is always impossible to learn to slay ghosts to kill this magic weapon.

It is best to dispose of it like this now.

The dark flag of the Wan Gui was suspended in the air, and Hong Yi held the bow of the sky and violently bombed it. The nine infinite arrows flew up and penetrated the flag of the flag.

Hey!

The ghost flag will be pierced!

The infinite black gas came out, but hey, as if the black gas of the fountain came out, he was sucked in by the Promise Arrow.

"Yin and Yang mixed holes! Run!" Zen silver yarn thoughts separated, spurred the power of the soul, absorbed the blood of the evil spirits, her soul is also a lot stronger, Hong Yi feels, seems to be more than the saints Yuan has come to the fore, but because there is no thunder, but there is no such thing as the sun of the Holy One.

"Ah! Ah!"

Zen silver yarn is a full-fledged operation of yin and yang, and there is a fierce screaming voice immediately in the Promise Arrow. This voice roars like a tiger, and then becomes very fierce.

The arrow of the Promise Arrow trembles constantly, and the air is violently opened.

This can be seen in the arrow, the last trace of the memory of the saints, in the control of the huge soul to do the final fight.

"This holy figure is really amazing. At this juncture, there is still a trace of memory left. It is hard to die. Could it be that at this juncture, I still want to have a living path?" Hong Yi looked at the tenacious vitality of the Holy One. It’s almost like me, and my heart is really feeling the power of the thunder master.

In the fierce trembling of the arrow, Hong Yi even saw it. A shadow of a person exactly like the figure of the saint floated out of the arrow.

However, this shadow completely lacked the momentum of the saints at that time. It seemed that the mind was somewhat vague and unclear.

Hong Yi knows that he has been so badly injured and has been tempered by the yin and yang in the big hole. He has been trained to almost eliminate the memory.

"Hung Yi, help me, use the soul to vortex his soul!" Zen silver yarn.

"Good!" Hong Yi is not too late. Between the waves, the five great demon gods appear, collapse, and the huge soul vortex, descending on the remnant of the saint's picture ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bang! This remnant is smashed! Then he was pulled into the Promise Arrow.

A pure spirit of the soul, escaped from the arrow, slowly wrapped into the body of the big golden spider! This spirit is that the Holy One is refining all the memories and the most pure power left.

After getting this power, the power of the great golden spider will be several times stronger than the lucky one! Because the lucky rain fairy is only refining a ghost fairy, and now refining is a thunder master!

"A good move of the soul vortex, Hong Yi, you are really a genius in Taoism, taking the supreme classics of my great temple as the fundamental, thoroughly understand the secret of the mysterious vagina, the combination of the two soul vortex, even me The mind is almost ready to move. It can almost match the spirit of my great temple to attack the first vacuum handprint!"

The monk and the monk watched Hong Yi’s soul vortex and sighed.

“Vacuum big handprint?” asked Hong Yi.

"Vacuum big handprints, smashing everything, is the legendary attacking technique in the future of our Great Zen Temple. It is the gathering of the incense of the incense, which can only be applied after being condensed into the body. But this is also a legend because Our Great Zen Temple has not been cultivated for centuries without humanity."

"No one cultivates the future without life. In the past, only the abbots could cultivate. Then, what do you practice in the Great Zen Temple now?" Hong Yi asked again.

"Now, as long as the past, only Yin Yue Shi Shu is a person to practice, where is the average person to practice?" Jing Ren and the monk are in a double mouth.

"There is no cheats, no cultivation, and the Great Zen Temple is not ruined." Hong Yi shook his head.