UGB Chapter 278: Cunning
Chapter 278: Cunning
"Perpetually dying?"
Han Lian, the avatar, was stunned for a moment when he heard these words, then came back to his senses and shook his head with a chuckle.
"It's nothing more than a lingering pure yang demon cultivator, and it's also whimsical here."
When the Qing Yi ancestor said this, he had a bad look. After hearing Han Lian's words, he raised his hand and pressed it on his face, with a grim expression, staring at Han Lian.
"Swallow him.
Han Lian spoke softly, and between raising his hand, the illusory figure of the ancient dragon-patterned pagoda rose from the ground, covering the surrounding sky.
This is a kind of manifestation. The ancient dragon-patterned pagoda, a heavy treasure, was originally extraordinary, but with a little push, it was easy to fix the four poles of heaven and earth.
Hearing Han Lian's words, a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Golden Winged Dapeng, the world unfolded rapidly, and the surrounding time seemed to slow down.
Ancestor Qingyi just raised his hand and pressed it on his face, but his figure was unable to move for a while, and his eyes were full of horror.
He seemed to want to say something, but in the next moment, he disappeared.
After a cup of tea, the golden-winged Dapeng shook his body and suddenly opened his mouth.
A piece of dough was spit out directly by it.
"Master, this seems to be a treasure. I just stimulated the yin and yang qi, and the old man Zifu collapsed and fell silent just now, and this mask was not damaged in any way.
When it said this, it was a little arrogant, raised its head high, and looked like "you praise me". "
Han Lian looked down, but saw that the skin was covered with magical lines, and there were bursts of murmurs during the circulation.
Seeing such a good face and a good mask, Han Lian couldn't help but chuckle.
"Eat it, use your own means to digest him with all your strength."
After he finished speaking, after a slight pause, he continued.
"Truthfully, I couldn't eat it, so I spit it out and told me."
"ate?"
Golden-winged Dapeng blinked, a little uncertain for a while, but he didn't hesitate. He opened his mouth and sucked it back into his mouth.
The yin and yang air flowed, and under the whistling of the wind from all directions, the face felt faintly, and only wanted to run out of its stomach.
Seeing this, Golden Winged Dapeng didn't say a word, just covered his mouth lightly.
Han Lian laughed lightly when he saw his appearance.
He didn't say anything, Immortal's spiritual eyes naturally sensed the unusualness of it.
When the cultivator's realm is low, nothing is revealed, it can be said to be truly ordinary.
But if the realm comes up, it will condense the core of the magic demon that belongs to it according to its own background.
The condensation of such objects can only be condensed by those monsters who are truly subordinate to the realm of natural disasters, lowering their own will and consuming enough costs.
Because in this one, it is almost comparable to the core of the monster in the body of the real monster. After becoming a monster monk, it is almost the top realm, and it is the foundation of a monster monk!
The shape of the core of the monster is all kinds of strange, and so on.
It may be an eyeball, a strand of hair, a sword, or even a mask of today's eldritch monk.
Cunning monks are cunning and greedy for life, most of them will hide the core of this monster very well. As long as this core is not destroyed, I am afraid that it will not die no matter what.
But unfortunately, he met Han Lian and Golden Winged Dapeng.
Even without the use of Immortal spiritual eyes, Han Lian's keen spiritual sense can penetrate the information of the chaos of Yin and Yang, and everything can't be concealed from him.
And the golden-winged Dapeng, who directly inhaled the entire void in his belly, needs no more words.
When I meet them, I can only say bad luck.
There is no way to use objects such as the core of the monster, except for the monster's genus. Under the barrier of the will of heaven and earth, even if it falls into the hands of the Great Heavenly Venerate, it can only be destroyed and worn away.
It has only one use, and that is to worship this piece of heaven and earth!
But the Golden Winged Dapeng, who practiced the method of covering the sky, had no such consideration.
Because of its method of covering the sky, no monks have cultivated to the realm of life stars.
According to some words, the method of covering the sky brought by Han Lian in the legend of covering the sky now belongs to the stage of opening a new avenue to the sky.
Even with the morality of the scriptures and the various legal principles in it, it is not a rule that is recognized by this world before someone has really broken through the world and is promoted to the fate star. , the same as the foreign method.
The competition between these foreign dharmas is naturally the one who is stronger and who has the advantage.
Under Han Lian's gaze, the mask on the belly of the golden-winged Dapeng appeared thousands of faces, all of them grimacing and venomous, struggling to escape.
But this golden-winged Dapeng has no idea how noble the bloodline is. Even if it is a real dragon, it is easy to swallow it alive. how many means.
Under the digestion of his concentration, just a moment, the scene has stopped.
He looked at Han Lian, one person and one Peng looked at each other, he blinked his eyes, and suddenly hiccupped.
The sudden hiccup made Golden Winged Dapeng feel a little embarrassed, but after he spit out this breath, he saw a light emerge, and a spiritual light flowed, but it was ejected from it.
In the blink of an eye, this aura split into thousands and spread out in this world.
Whether male or female, old or young, thousands of people's residual consciousness and spiritual thoughts are revealed in this way.
Their original resentful expressions have now become relieved, and Qi Qi has begun to become illusory under the sunlight.
These remnant spirits, if they are monks, can be counted as a strand of true spirits, but ordinary people can only be counted as remnant souls.
Vaguely, above the sky, blood-colored rain and fog emerged, and strands were about to fall.
The strange demon cultivator just now, after all, is the ancestor of the Pure Yang Realm. After his fall, he naturally cried with blood and rain.
Although its reliance method is a strange demon, but the heel of its deity is actually this piece of heaven.
Han Lian looked at this scene, his expression was slightly cold, he raised his hand and turned, but a broken true spirit emerged.
The appearance of the true spirit is that of the talented ancestor Qingyi.
The means and scheming that he wants to survive is not something that ordinary monks can think of and can match.
Cultivating the magic of magic, it seems that he has already expected today, constantly cutting off his spiritual knowledge to be tortured by magic magic day and night, just to change his unexpected vitality.
Originally, his expression was kind and relieved, but after he was captured by Han Lian, his expression suddenly changed to a terrified expression with a look of begging for mercy.
A thought has entered Han Lian's mind.
"Please spare my life, fellow Daoist, there is no relationship between you and me...." Huh-- Han Lian's expression did not change in the slightest, he opened his mouth, and a pure white air flow was spit out by him like this , after scraping the residual consciousness, only a scream was heard, and there was no sound.
"Yeah, I know what you want to say to me.
However, you are also worthy, calling me a 'daoist friend'? "
Han Lian's words seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was talking to the old ancestor Qing Yi, the ghost monk who had been crushed by himself.
After he finished speaking, he looked up at the sky, his eyes were slightly cold.
The mind moved slightly, the whole body rose a little bit, and the breath was gradually rising. The ancient dragon-patterned pagoda in front of him exuded a terrifying breath, and the entire void collapsed in the process.
The vision of crying on a bloody rainy day was abruptly collected by him into the ancient dragon-patterned pagoda.
"It's ridiculous, really ridiculous.
This piece of heaven and earth will mourn because of the fall of the cultivator? "