Chapter 1145: Blood Soul Festival

Others are staring at this scene. When they see the body carbonization of Chiyou, they can’t help but feel creepy. (8) (1) Chinese Network Ww "W. %81.Zw. COM
"Yin, this is the yin at work." Tianzenzi excitedly waved his fist and said.
When Tang Yan’s eyes are bright, he certainly understands the power of yin. Why can’t humans stay in the ghosts for a long time? That is because yin is particularly harmful to the human body, eroding people’s yang, and eventually leading to the exhaustion of life.
Tang Zhen can shuttle through the ghosts on his own, because he is the sacred body of Jiuyang, not afraid of yin, or that yin is difficult to erode the powerful pure power of his body.
Chiyou itself is also a Skywalker, Jiuyang Shengti, but his body has been destroyed. Today, only the soul is living in the body of Song Yu. This body does not have many special features, and naturally it cannot resist the erosion of yin. .
"Shu Luo is born from the gathering of the ghost world. Its yin is more powerful than the general yin. Now it seems that it is not ordinary. You have to eat a big loss." Tang Yan said quietly.
"Yeah, I didn't expect Shura to have this trick. It is really eye-opening." Tianzenzi exclaimed.
These two people are not like Chiyou. They directly think that Shura’s wisdom is sprouting a little bit. Otherwise, Tang Yan will be even more surprised.
The Tibetan king never mentioned that the wisdom of Shura would be opened a little bit, and Tang Hao naturally did not think about it.
The Mozu was shocked and stunned, staring at Chiyou, but could not help but could not insert it.
Chiyou continued to urge the soul of the sword to sweep the yin, the two sides are deadlocked, you come to me, fighting is a joy.
"what--"
Chiyou snarled, and stood up, chest, and a lot of blood rushed out of his body. He had a few blood holes in his body. Chiyou’s eyes were red and gnashing his teeth: "With my blood, with the soul as the guide." , the sky is underground, blood is drifting!"
The blood flowed out of Chiyou's body, like a poisonous snake, falling on the ground, and then marching in all directions. When it passed, the earth became blood red, and the vegetation was dyed red. With a fairy light.
There is a disgusting smell between the heavens and the earth, coupled with the yin anger, which makes people feel cold.
Seeing a blood rushing toward him, Tang was shocked and hurried back, saying: "Tian Zenzi, retreat, this blood is flawed."
"Don't let the blood stain up." Tianzenzi also reminded.
The two had a unique vision and saw that the blood was very strange. In particular, the words that were read in the mouth of Chiyoukou, as if they were spells, must be exerting a strange magical power, which is chilling.
The Holy See heard these sixteen words, and his eyes were clear.
He once saw these sixteen words in the ancient books of the Mozu. However, the description of the sixteen characters is unclear. It is only a very traumatic spell in ancient times. It is easy to display. Otherwise, The caster also has anti-phagocytosis.
The name of this spell is called "Blood Soul Festival", which is sacrificed by the blood of the soul. As for the specific role, the book is not recorded, and the Holy King is not known.
Seeing the beauty of Chiu’s disappearance, the Holy King was a little excited, and he looked at Chiyou with great enthusiasm.
"what--"
A scream screamed the thoughts of the Holy King. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at it, but saw that the screams were shouted from one of his own subordinates.
The blood swam to the feet of the person, and quickly swam along his legs to the whole body. He was dissatisfied with the whole body in an instant. He looked like a lot of red lines under the skin, which was very strange.
He screamed and struggled, but there was no way to resist. Finally, rolling on the ground would not help.
The Holy King was trying to rush to the rescue, but now the person stopped rolling, kept twitching, the skin was carbonized, and finally stopped convulsions, no vitality, and turned into black charcoal.
The yin wind blew, this body is like falling apart, turning into ash, drifting with the wind.
Everyone looked at this scene, feeling that there was a chill in the body, as if falling into the ice cave.
Faced with each other, many people shouted and fled backwards.
How is this spell so strange, even after the human life is cut off, it also produces such a horrible effect.
"Look at Chiyou!"
Tang Yan shouted and pointed at Chiyou. ,
Everyone turned and looked around, and now he has changed. The original carbonized skin actually recovered a little, and his physical condition is recovering.
Tang Yin’s heart brightened and he understood what was going on. He shouted:
He actually used his skills to absorb the vitality of others and make up for himself.

"This spell is too sinister and hurts." Tianzenzi immediately identified it. "There are many different spells in the Mozu. This is probably one of them, but it is a pity that he absorbs his own life. Oh, it’s really going to go."
Tang Yan sneered and said: "Of course, let's go, even the lives of hundreds of millions of people are not in the eyes, just a few deaths, what is the big thing?"
"It is really not a big deal. The Mozu has always had this tradition." Tianzenzi also agreed.
"You can absorb his life machine, isn't it possible to fight the yin of Shura?" Tang Yan's heart moved, suddenly sinking, his face became serious.
Tianzenzi did not answer, because this magical power and Shura confrontation, it is not known.
Everyone is in danger. No one dares to let the blood come close, fleeing backwards, and the blood is not harvested. The situation in Chiyou deteriorates again and the skin turns black.
Chiyou trembled fiercely.
boom!
A loud bang, he kneeled on the ground, barely raised his head, and did not yield.
Chiu even squatted, showing how great Shura’s injury to him.
The face of Saint Jun is uncertain, and he is hesitant in his heart.
The importance of Chiyou to him is self-evident. If the real reason is to be defeated by Shura, then the Mozu will also be devastated, and their hard-working return will become a bubble.
Do not!
He is absolutely unable to accept this reality.
In the eyes of the Holy King, the cold light was revealed, and the corner of the eye swept away to the person next to him. Immediately, he locked a hand, grabbed the big hand, and grabbed the other person and threw it at the blood on the ground.
"Ah!" The man had not responded, and he was possessed by blood. He immediately rolled on the ground and finally convulsed, quickly carbonized, and drifted with the wind.
Chiyou's physical condition is also getting better and better, her eyes are gradually blooming out of the light, and her vitality is restored a little bit. The eyes of Shengjun are full of appreciation.
The heart of the Holy Spirit is bitter, but for the great cause of the ages, I have to sacrifice my own hands.
"Your sacrifice is worthwhile. In the future, the greatness of the Mozu will have a credit for you. I will remember you." The Holy Ghost muttered as if to comfort the souls of these people.
Tang Xiaokong was miniature, and he and Tianzizi looked at each other in unison, and they were eclipsed. They all saw the shock in each other's eyes.
The Holy King did not hesitate to sacrifice his own life, but also personally.
"You are escaping, what are you stupid to do?" Tang Yan screamed and reminded the Mozu.
When the Mozu wakes up in a dream, it immediately makes a bird and a beast.
The Holy King seized the two and allowed the blood to attach, but the others escaped, and there was no way for him to seize other people.
"I am going to stop him." Tianzenzi volunteered and rushed to the front of the Holy King. The sword trembled and the celestial swordsmanship greeted the pilgrimage.
The Holy King was furious: "You are looking for death."
The sacred monarch is more powerful than the zen zen, naturally he will not fear him, and the heavenly axe will fiercely counter the zen zen.
Chiyou has no new vitality, and the situation has turned sharply.
The Holy King looked in his eyes, anxious in his heart, facing the entanglement of the Zen Zen, he could not win immediately, and he could not help.
"This is not the way to go." Sheng Jun’s heart was anxious, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Stop! Let me stop!"
The Mozu stopped the footsteps subconsciously, stood in the same place stiffly, turned to look at the Holy King, and his face was very tangled.
"Give me back, the time for the ancestors to need you, for the greatness of the Mozu, this is your honor, you will always be remembered by the Mozu, you are the hero of the Mozu!" Sheng Jun said powerfully.
Many people who were hesitant to hesitate and changed their faces immediately, and their eyes became firm, like the martyrs who died generously, turned around and resolutely walked toward the blood.
Their pace was heavy, with the determination to die, there was no panic in the footsteps, and there was no previous panic and shake.
Tang Yan saw this scene, and his heart sank. This is the Mozu. For the same goal, you can go to death with generosity. You don't care about your life at all. What kind of spirit is this?
Great fearless spirit!
Even if many righteous sects are extremely difficult to see this situation, it can be seen that the power of the Mozu is not a vain name, but it is not a hole in the wind. They are united and do not fear death. This is a complete comparison of many scattered sand gates. .
"The Mozu are so horrible, and when they fight with them in the future, they should not be taken lightly." Tang Yu silently made up his mind.
Although Shura now has the upper hand, Tang Yan does not think that he can completely crush the Mozu this time and wipe the other side.
The Mozu is a weed, the wildfire is not burning, and the spring breeze is born again.
Throughout the long river of history, the figure of the Mozu has never been cut off. Naturally, it is impossible for them to completely eliminate the Mozu with a few of them.
"Block them!" Tianzenzi shouted.
When Tang Yan’s figure flashed, he stopped a Mozu. However, the other side deliberately circumvented him and threw himself on the blood on the ground. On his face, his face showed a triumphant smile.
In the end, this smile was fixed, and a line of blood was already covered with his whole body. He was like a sculpture, and he did not move, even fell to the ground and mourned, contrary to the previous people.
This made Tang Yin’s heart sink more and more.
In a twinkling of an eye, the transformation of the Mozu is awe-inspiring and more chilling.
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