nyslfriends Chapter 583: Subduing the Dragon and Devouring the Demon
Chapter 583: Subduing the Dragon and Devouring the Demon
Chapter 583: Subduing the Dragon and Devouring the Demon
In Suolong Camp, Monk Xiu Yijue looked at the group of Daozi who had been snatched back from Fenfeng Yaoling, with cold murderous intent in his eyes.
These disciples of the Tianzong were all subjected to inhuman torture by the demon army. Their situation was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at closely. Many had mutilated limbs, half had their voices muted by the poison, and many even had their eyes gouged out. Some were even more vicious. Yes, many monks have been polluted by the blood of the demon. Even if the soul wants to fill in the gaps, it is extremely difficult.
If you want to save him, you can only remove the demon blood that has been deeply entangled in the Tao body bit by bit. This is a long-term and meticulous work. If you are not careful, all the previous efforts will be wasted, and the saved Taoist may even be devoured by the demon blood and die on the spot. .
The reason was that Lianyun Battle Fort suffered too much damage, and it was extremely difficult for the four demon armies of Yunwu Huanyun to recover, so half of the demon army was mobilized from Fenfeng Yaoling to station in Yaoyun. The five souls deduced over and over again, and after confirming that there was no ambush, Xutian Fortress decisively launched a blood tide to entangle Yaoyun, while Suolong Camp sent troops to raid Fenfeng Yaoling, and the results were quite gratifying.
The demon army formation in the Fenfeng Demon Ridge was successfully broken through, and all three demon armies were turned into ashes. Even the wind tiger battle flag of the True Demon Palace was almost shaken. If it weren't for several demon saints who desperately rushed out of the demon cloud, Jia Yunzhen was almost captured by Yuanshen in one fell swoop.
Seeing that they could no longer expand their victory, Suolong Camp demolished most of the Fenfeng Yaoling, and then returned with a lot of money. Among the many gains, they also included the disciples of various sects who were captured by the demon army in the early stage.
only……
"Immortal Lord, this is the list of disciples from each sect. The situation... is not very good!"
Deacon Jin Dan lowered his voice and spoke softly, his tone full of regret.
Can these Taoists be saved? Yes, but it is difficult! It’s so difficult that even the soul will frown! This is not a matter of spiritual materials and consumption. In the face of continuous wars, the energy of the soul is also limited, and it is impossible to take care of everyone.
"Save as much as possible. The consumption of spiritual materials is nothing. I will communicate with other souls."
Monk Xiu Yi looked at the list and sighed quietly. He knew that even if everyone's life could be taken back, some Taoists could only take back their lives, but there was no way to talk about the path.
"Huh? Why is there still a Long family? What is this person's condition and how injured he is?"
Monk Xiu Yi frowned. It was easy for the disciples of the Five Heavenly Sects to say that even if they lost their way in the end, the sect would still be compensated. But it was difficult to deal with the Taoist disciples of the Long family. Zheng Jingxing brought more than 500 Taoist disciples of the Long family to the Suolong Camp. When they returned to the Southern Territory, most of them had already died. Not to mention returning Tan Zong's cause and effect, it was more emotional than reasonable. Several Tianzong owed favors.
"According to the comparison of records in the camp, this person's name is Long Wangtai. He is still in a coma. His bones were broken by the sky demon using extremely heavy techniques, and his eighth-level Qi cultivation was removed. All the meridians throughout the body were also destroyed, but fortunately they were not stained by the demon blood.
The camp has tried its best to provide rescue, but if we want to recover as before, we may have to take Bu Xing Gui Ling Powder for many years..."
"Take me to have a look." Suolongjueseng sighed and turned around, glancing in the direction of the Southern Territory as if apologetically.
Dragons come and go without asking, for whom they fall, for whom they die, count the three points of killing and defeat, life is like an epiphyllum, half with the passing water, half into the dust of war.
Jin Dan immediately led the way and brought Jue Seng to a palace room. There was a human figure wrapped in a ball of green light. The vitality was constantly being extracted from the formation below and being injected into the green light.
Suo Longjue Monk's eyes turned with charm, and he had already fully illuminated the inside and outside of Longwang Tower. His tone immediately softened, "You have done a good job. Hongxiu Xiangju is indeed very accomplished in healing. Your fairy What did you say?"
"The injury is no longer serious, but if you want your Tao body to fully recover, it cannot be done overnight..."
"In this case, let's wait until this person wakes up before sending him back to the Southern Territory. We, Suolong Temple, will arrange for a Jindan escort. Who will escort Hongxiu Xiangju? You can ask the Immortal Master of the Qian family, and at the same time, send ten years of compensation first. Even if the Long family is not lacking, our two families cannot lose their dignity."
At this moment, the green light swayed, and Long Wangtai, who was wrapped in it, struggled a little and slowly opened his eyes.
The confusion in Long Wangtai's eyes suddenly turned into disbelief. As if he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, he hurriedly closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and then opened them carefully.
That's right, the layout here is not where the demon army is, but a bit like a dragon-locking camp.
"Where am I?" A hoarse voice came out of Long Wangtai's mouth, with a hint of exhaustion that was hard to eliminate.
"You read that right, this is Suolong Camp, and I am Xiu Yi.
Because of the efforts of the children of the Long family, we now have some advantages, so we can regain the fallen Daozi.
Your injury is not a problem, it just takes a while... At this point, you can completely believe in the promise of Yuan Shen and the magnanimity of your Qilin. "Seng Suolongjue spoke gently.
"Where's Qilin? Is he okay? The demon master wants to resurrect the real dragon. I don't dare to die... I saw my clan brother die in front of me... I'm not afraid of death, but I don't dare to die. If I die, it will only make people miserable. Things got worse..."
Long Wangtai stammered in explanation, his eyes seemed to be empty, "I'm not just living an ignoble existence... I'm not..."
"We all know this, and your Qilin also knows it. If he knows that you are still alive, he will definitely be very happy!
It will be good for your injury to sleep a little longer. When you wake up again, someone will escort you back to the Southern Territory. Everything will gradually get better, whether it is your injury or the war situation in the world.
Longwangtai, thank you, thank you for living so hard! The resurrection of Golden Scale is indeed a matter of a thread! "
The voice of Suo Longjue Monk is full of tranquility. It seems that the clear mountains are everywhere, returning home in the bright moonlight, and that he has a carefree mind and everything is new.
Listening to Jue Seng's consolation, like the gurgling of a clear spring, Long Wangtai's heart slowly calmed down, and he fell into a deep sleep again. Only the corners of his eyes filled with a touch of crystal, and he melted contentedly into the blue light.
I will never forget the separation between life and death, and I dare not shed tears to see each other off. This place is like a dream, and the old friend has no trace, just like the waning moon and the falling flowers and smoke.
"Thanks to this Taoist disciple of the Long Family..." Suolongjue Monk sighed longly. Thinking back to the danger of transforming into a dragon with golden scales that day, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. If there was the slightest mistake, the demon master would succeed.
……
"Thanks to the Yun Qi of the Long family, otherwise Fulong's plan would not be able to proceed at all."
Jia Yunzhen will never forget the extremely painful expression on Jiao Sheng's face when the golden scale failed to transform into a dragon.
Even though the backlash of fate was imminent, Jiao Sheng still endured unspeakable pain and sorrow, and rushed towards the Lord of Xingtian, just to save a trace of the vitality of the Demon Transformation Palace, and also to save this useless demon master.
In order to transform into a dragon with golden scales, the Seventh Bright Phoenix fell outside the Suolong Camp. The Kun Jiao Demon Saint was backlashed by luck. Even the Jiao lineage was gradually implicated. The rampant demon energy and the madness of the demon consciousness have become more and more serious. universal.
In front of many demon saints, the Jiao Saint told him not to worry about the Jiao genus, and the Third Ming Phoenix also admitted that the Seventh Ming Phoenix's fall was a non-war crime.
But how could he let go? There should be dragons and phoenixes in this world. This is the obsession of the Seventh Bright Phoenix. This is the wish of Kunjiao Demon Saint, and it is what he must do. Without dragons and phoenixes, the major demon courts will have no future and can only be held by invisible ropes. Hanged in this world.
"Are you so confident in the Fulong Plan?" The Third Minghuang smiled warmly.
Jiayunzhen's face became calm, and he said calmly, "I made a mistake before, and was disrupted by Mo Shu without realizing it. I finally figured it out recently. He wanted to compress the catastrophe of ten thousand years." After fighting for thousands or even hundreds of years, his confidence will be those endless ways.
It takes twenty years for the human race to become a generation, but as for our demon race, no matter what kind of bloodline, a hundred years is short, and if it is noble blood, it will take a long time.
From this point of view, the beginning of the Abyss Tribulation is indeed the period when the human race has the most advantage. Whether it is our Demon Court or the Heavenly Demon, if we want to get the benefits of the Abyss Tribulation, we have to wait for almost a thousand years for the killing and fighting. "
The Third Minghuang sighed and nodded heavily, "Indeed, fortunately you have figured it out. The first two abyssal tribulations were both calculated in ten thousand years. I didn't expect that the human race would have such thoughts this time. It is really unbelievable."
Jia Yunzhen's eyes were dark, and he said with a smile, "Since the human race is growing so fast, why not take advantage of it! The last ten golden dragons of the dragon genus voluntarily gave up their lives, and I have transformed the purified drop of dragon blood into Longwang. In Tai’s body, he is the Taoist disciple of the Long family, but even his soul can’t tell the clues.”
The Third Minghuang looked at the demon master quietly, not feeling proud at all, as if he had just done what he should do. This Minghuang, who resolutely fell to the heaven and earth to die, seemed to also feel the demon master's will to die without regrets.
In order to win the trust of the human clan Tianzong, he abandoned three demon armies and even exposed himself to the spiritual consciousness of the soul, so that Fulong could be successfully returned to the human clan.
As if sensing the curiosity in Minghuang's eyes, Jia Yunzhen took a sip of the bitter tea in the cup and said, "Minghuang is curious about how I can control Fulong?"
The third Minghuang felt that he seemed to be seen through by the other party, and couldn't help but nodded slightly, "If it doesn't involve secrets, I am indeed somewhat interested. It is impossible for the Taoist disciple of the Long family to betray the human race and join our demon court."
Looking at the puzzled expression of the third Minghuang, the demon master felt relieved, "Since Minghuang can't see it, and no one else can see this plan, I feel more relieved. There are more successes." Quite a few." The third Minghuang couldn't help but be startled, and then realized that his reaction was also part of the demon master's calculations, just to see if there was any flaw in the Fulong.
The demon master smiled and spoke without any concealment, "Because that Dragon Watchtower is not Fulong at all."
What? There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of Third Minghuang.
"Although the dragon's blood is in Long Wangtai's body, Fulong is not him. I said that once every twenty years of the Taoist race of the human race, the dragon's blood will appear in his descendants. As they grow, they can continue to absorb the dragon family's blood. Dragon Luck."
The demon master's eyes flashed with blazing light, and he said confidently, "This is a twenty-year-long plan, a foreshadowing of a generation. As long as Fulong grows up to become a man, he will also bear the dragon soul and With dragon blood, you have a chance to become a true dragon."
The third bright phoenix was shocked and looked at the demon master in disbelief. After a few breaths, he spoke tremblingly, "Very good. The seventh bright phoenix told me that you are the hope of the demon court. It's really true." allow."
Jia Yunzhen sighed slightly, but the smile on his face turned serious, "As Fulong grows up, dragon blood and dragon soul will conflict with each other, and the external manifestation is that he will not have any cultivation talent.
In this way, during these fifteen years, this child will be looked down upon, ridiculed, ignored by his relatives, disappointed by his father, and disliked by his brothers...
The more beautiful Longwangtai is, the more aggrieved Fulong feels. However, the phantom demon I sent helps him, helps him, loves him, and will not dislike him at all...
Minghuang, do you think Fulong, who has grown up in this way, will choose to transform into a dragon through bloodshed in our demon court, or will he choose to refine his heart with the dragon soul, which seems hopeless? "
There was silence in the field for a while, and then the Third Minghuang bowed slightly and bowed, "In this way, I take it as a real dragon! Thank you, Yun Zhen! I don't see any way that it won't succeed!"
Jia Yunzhen raised his tea cup and saluted in the direction of the South Territory, with a sincere expression on his face, "This child named Xia Yuan is entrusted to the Long family. In fifteen years, I will become his eldest brother and point him to the right path." Direction, reveal the supreme bloodline to him.”
"You even know what his name is?" The third Minghuangfeng's eyes widened and he was puzzled.
"This is not difficult at all. Five of the monks imprisoned with Long Wangtai were phantom demons, and they all died in front of Long Wangtai. They made an appointment in prison that no matter who they were, if they escaped, , the first child should be named Xia Yuan, which means that when a dragon enters the deep sea, he will have a great future.
However, I chose the word "Xiayuan". Long Xiayuan means Fulong. "
The demon master smiled slightly and spoke calmly.
He neither realizes nor regrets, but he still dares to rely on his marrow to achieve what he wants despite all the hardships, and he transforms into a human being like a dragon.
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Puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Jiang Moshu's mouth and fell into the quiet room. The touch of red looked so dazzling.
Whenever he sees the phantom villain, Jiang Moshu always seems to feel extremely happy.
Not to mention the lottery, this must have a soft red and crisp girl to achieve miraculous results. Jiang Moshu has long given up on it. Just seeing his own golden finger being twisted and transformed by him little by little will give him a sense of satisfaction that man can conquer nature.
However, as the old saying goes, it is better to have no books than to believe in books. At this moment, the elegant Taoist's eyes showed a look of grievance, and he curled his lips at the phantom villain.
"It turns out that you are not omnipotent."
Jiang Moshu casually wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his index finger and waved it left and right at the phantom figure in front of him, his face tilted slightly sideways and his eyes squinted, as if to express a trace of disdain.
He has already opened the way for Houyi's gods and demons. Two gods and demons have successfully beheaded their corpses. However, Jiang Moshu had no clue. The idea of reflecting the heart all depended on chance.
As a god and demon, he was destined to be a god and demon, and gods and demons were his foundation. Now he could barely protect himself, at least Zhenfeng didn't dare to be arrogant in front of him.
Right now, the only flaw is the body.
As one of the most senior souls in the world, Jiang Moshu and Immortal Dumi have deduced the method of winning the battle, and also referred to the records in Bai Yujing’s secret realm of humanity. Living with gods and demons, there is every chance to kill his body.
Once they lose their true bodies, the three gods and demons will all lose their destiny. Even if they are lucky enough to escape and continue to exist in the world, their power will be greatly reduced.
Jiang Moshu naturally tried his best to avoid such a situation, so he had many clones, firstly to deceive the demon court and the demon, and secondly to distract attention from the main body.
However, this is always a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution. If you want to solve it once and for all, you have to be strong enough to strike with the iron.
Therefore, if Jiang Moshu is cruel, I will stop being a human being.
However, in order to refine the body into the body of gods and demons, there is no such magical method in the world. In other words, there is, but it has failed, and there is no record of breaking through to the soul.
Each body cultivator is the heir to this method, and Qinggui from the Wuyou Ghost Palace is also considered one of the best. He was one of the Earth Sects who retreated to the Netherworld during the first Yuan Jie.
Therefore, Jiang Moshu could only refer to the methods of acquired gods and demons, explore bit by bit, and experiment bit by bit.
Everything had to start from scratch. Fortunately, he himself was a master of acquired gods and demons, and he was no stranger to the method of innate love-stealing. With the help of the phantom villain, the deduction went smoothly.
Gods and demons choose rhymes, so naturally they kill rhymes.
The three souls control the mind, so three souls are used to kill the corpse, and the seven souls control the body shape. To sacrifice the body into a god and demon, the seven souls cannot be bypassed and must be used as the material for the gods and demons.
In this way, if you don't succeed, you will die. Only fools use it.
Jiang Moshu always remembered a joke from his previous life. He did not want Bai Yujing's human records to have such a description of the Lord of Xingtian in the future.
"I first learned the magic power of the White Bones, but it took a hundred years to achieve it; later I learned the method of ghost formation, and became a banner for thousands of ghosts, and became famous all over the world;
After the refining, the gods and demons are unparalleled and unmatched, the emperor, demons and saints are both frightened, the demon master is frightened, and the demon mother's color changes;
I wrote a body-refining book for gods and demons, sacrificed it to them, and died. "
I had no choice but to continue to deduce. Finally, thanks to the help of the phantom villain, I found a usable method, which is to find seven kinds of Tao Yun with the same Qi and branches to refine into the seven souls, so that when the gods and demons are sacrificed, , can be replaced by the God and Demon substrate.
Jiang Moshu was immediately overjoyed. As for how to choose the seven kinds of Taoist rhymes with the same energy and branches, it didn't matter. The emperors of all the branches of the West Jitian Destruction Path had already told him the standard answer.
The imperial bodies of the fallen emperor and the lucky emperor happen to be in Jiang Moshu's hands, so it's time to give them a try.
As a result, it turns out that there is indeed no problem with the method deduced by the virtual villain. The problem lies in the emperor's legal body.
The two emperors destroyed dozens of heavens and earth, and naturally there are dozens of grievances from heaven and earth entangled in the legal body. It is no problem, and even an advantage, to use them to sacrifice to the gods and demons of the future. However, if they are used to refine the seven souls, they will be contaminated by the grievances. .
At present, Fu Ya and Que Yin among the seven souls have been stained with the grievances of the heavens, and they must be resolved as soon as possible.
Jiang Moshu sighed quietly and turned his eyes in the direction of Northern Territory, "I don't want to, but I want it on my maid's head... I wonder if she will blame me for letting her grow up in Northern Territory."
I have known all kinds of wonders in my travels, but after all, the Yijia tea is good, but I miss the beauty's courtship. I just look at the spring breeze getting older, and I don't dare to be surprised when I fall into a dream. The snow is clear, the wind is cold, and the dawn is dawning on thousands of mountains.
January 1nd, ask for leave, clasp your fists,
Looking alone at the lonely road in the setting sun, a fish wants to cross the water and fire to see it, and the wooden swords strike each other, gnashing their teeth endlessly.
Shuo Feng Shuang went away in embarrassment, feasting alone on the world and savoring the world, living a life of leisure in vain.
(End of this chapter)