Chapter 539： The **** demon's coffin shows its power with joy (4k2, please order)

Chapter 539: The coffin of the foul-blooded demon, showing off its power with joy (4k2, please subscribe)

Seeing this scene, Duan Changjing ducked back hundreds of feet, with a hint of joy on his face, but after a moment, he froze again.

“Dirty blood coffin?”

Duan Changjing frowned and looked at a dark blood-colored coffin that suddenly appeared in the crack in space.

This dark blood-colored coffin has a layer of flowing black blood on the surface. It looks like it has just been fished out of a blood pool. It is constantly dripping blood to the ground.

Not much. Duan Changjing, who knew this thing well, knew that this "blood coffin" was far from that simple.

At this moment, Mrs. Jin had endured so many golden elixirs that she had self-destructed. Although there was some damage and quite a few holes appeared, as the blood flowed, she recovered in an instant as before.

“The Dirty Blood Coffin is the secret skill of Mrs. Jin’s family. Therefore, even I don’t have much information.”

“I only know that the monks who have seen this coffin... are basically dead.” Duan Changjing’s voice was suppressed, and he joined Zhang Nanqiu to exchange reports.

However, Zhang Nanqiu did not show the slightest look of fear on his face when he heard this.

He nodded slightly and also told the information about the "Dirty Blood Coffin".

Different from Duan Changjing’s information, his information was much more detailed.

"The Dirty Blood Coffin is the secret skill of the Golden Ghost King. Once this coffin is opened, it will be reincarnated from the dead and will never perish. It will always keep the monk who opens the coffin in peak condition."

“But this technique has a drawback…”

“Afraid of divine soul attack!”

Zhang Nanqiu chuckled lightly, turned his palm and took out a bone staff shaped like a vajra, crossed it in the air, and in an instant he came to the vicinity of the dirty blood coffin and stabbed it.

This bone staff is the soul weapon he cultivated, and it is also his strongest attack method.

Ordinary Yuanying monks cannot withstand his blow.

Although Mrs. Jin is strong, in the eyes of Zhang Nanqiu, she is at the end of her strength at this time.

A strong death energy surged out from the bottom of the bone staff. The moment it escaped from Zhang Nanqiu's hand, the world became dark, and it seemed as if countless ghosts could be seen emerging from the staff's body.

“Could it be that...the Golden Ghost King was killed by the Juling Sect?”

Seeing this, Duan Changji felt a chill running down his spine.

Gold Ghost King is Mrs. Jin’s father. He was also a giant of demons thousands of years ago.

According to rumors, the Golden Ghost King died in his own cave at the end of his life. But as the deputy head of Wan Yin Sect, he knew more inside information.

I heard that when the Golden Ghost King passed away, there were sounds of fighting in the cave.

After the death of the Golden Ghost King, his inheritance disappeared completely, and no heirs inherited even a single share.

Based on today's scene, it is not difficult for him to guess that the "death" of the Golden Ghost King should be inseparable from the Juling Sect.

After all, the Scorpio ancestor has lived too long.

“Fortunately, the super teleportation array has been destroyed, and the Scorpion Ancestor will not be able to come for a while.”

Duan Changjing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Zhang Nanqiu is the only one, although he is wary of this person, there is no need to be too afraid.

However-

Just when Duan Changjing thought that Mrs. Jin’s defeat was certain with Zhang Nanqiu’s attack, an accident occurred.

I saw a blood needle suddenly flying out from the inside of the dirty blood coffin and heading towards the bone staff.

The two magic weapons collided instantly.

The next moment, the bone staff exploded and shattered into countless bone fragments, falling from the air.

At the same time, the blood needle's momentum continued unabated and headed straight for Zhangnan Hill.

“Ancestor Chilong’s back-up plan?”

A look of surprise appeared in Zhang Nanqiu's eyes. He almost forgot that in addition to being a strong person in the middle stage of Yuanying, Mrs. Jin was also the Taoist companion of a strong person in the late stage of Yuanying.

At that time, the ancestor of Chilong left the clan, how could he not give Mrs. Jin, a Taoist companion, some life-saving cards?

He is too careless.

To the general idea, Mrs. Jin lost her combat effectiveness after she was seriously injured by Chen Maizhu's "Nascent Soul Self-destruction".

It’s just that the speed of this blood needle is too fast at the moment. It arrives in the blink of an eye and he has no way to avoid it.

A "chila" sound.

Half of Zhang Nanqiu's head was torn apart by the blood light carried by the blood needle, red and white things swarmed out, and the body fell from the air.

“Zhang Nanqiu is dead?”

Duan Changjing was horrified. He quickly raised his knife to resist the blood needle that was coming towards him.

珰啷!簰啷!

Blood needles and long knives clashed.

Dazzling blood and dazzling arcs of swords continued to appear in the sky.

After several breaths, wait until the blood needle is exhausted.

Duan Changjing, who was covered in wounds and panting, paused in the air and looked at the "filthy blood coffin" that protected Mrs. Jin with a fearful expression.

If Mrs. Jin had a few more blood needles with the same power as before, he would not be able to bear it.

“Huh?” At this moment, Duan Changjing suddenly discovered that countless black runes suddenly poured out of Zhang Nanqiu’s body.

With the emergence of black runes, Zhangnanqiu returned to its original state in less than an instant.

 Seeing this scene, how could Duan Changjing not understand that Zhang Nanqiu Shicai deliberately faked his death to escape from the "blood needle".

However, like him, Zhang Nanqiu's face was much paler at this moment, and his combat power had declined a lot.

“Fellow Deer Daoist, fight quickly and make a quick decision.”

 Duan Changjing suppressed his anger and urged Zhang Nanqiu to come forward to fight and destroy the dirty blood coffin cast by Mrs. Jin.

Under normal conditions, it would be difficult for him to take down Mrs. Jin who was hiding in the "Blood Coffin" in a short period of time.

"It's too late." Zhang Nanqiu looked solemn, shook his head and said: "Now, the dirty blood coffin has been completely formed, and my soul magic weapon... has also been shattered..."

“If Mrs. Jin cannot be killed as soon as possible, once Taoist Waiting Fu and Wang Sutai get hold of the Golden Ghost Sedan...it will be difficult to obtain the Heavenly Ghost Seed your master wants!”

Hearing this, Duan Changjing's cold eyes flashed slightly, and he directly spoke out the stakes.

“Don’t worry, you and I should be able to defeat this **** coffin in one day!”

“Although this technique is powerful, Mrs. Jin’s magic power is not endless.”

Zhang Nanqiu said lightly.

Hearing this, Duan Changjing's face looked better, and he joined forces with Zhang Nanqiu to fight again.

In an instant.

The various secret techniques, magical powers, and magic weapons from both sides began to collide fiercely, causing violent mana aftermath.

Just as Zhang Nanqiu expected.

Even though Mrs. Jin’s secret technique of “Filthy Blood Coffin” was powerful, it was still too strenuous to face two strong men of the same level, one against two.

This kind of disparity in strength can no longer be easily smoothed out by a secret explosive method.

an hour.

Two hours.

Time begins to pass.

Mrs. Jin's "Blood Coffin" began to show flaws, and her recovery was getting slower and slower.

Mrs. Jin, who was hiding in the coffin, also had several shocking wounds on her body.

One of the wounds was particularly serious, running from Mrs. Jin’s brow to her left shoulder, almost tearing her physical body apart.

“There’s still half a day left.”

Mrs. Jin estimated the time and gritted her teeth and persisted.

Duan Changjing and Zhang Nanqiu, who had seen the injury, also slowed down their attack speed to prevent Mrs. Jin from counterattacking before her death. After all, it was still unknown how many backhands hidden by the Red Dragon Ancestor were in their hands.

Now Duan Changjing has given up on devouring Mrs. Jin’s cultivation and improving her realm.

After all, Mrs. Jin, who had been cultivating for most of the day, was nothing more than worthless to him.

His current goal is only to deal with the enemy.

“Mrs. Jin, hand over the ghost seed.”

“Zhang can ask Master to spare your daughter’s life. Just erase her memory.”

Zhang Nanqiu did not forget the purpose of his trip. While attacking, he pressed Mrs. Jin about the whereabouts of the "Heavenly Ghost Seed" hidden in Wanyinmen. Mrs. Jin is also determined to delay time.

So, I negotiated terms with Zhang Nanqiu ambiguously.

But Zhang Nanqiu is not stupid either.

After seeing that the battle had been going on for nearly a day, and that there was only half a day left before Wei Tu and Wang Sutai could refine the golden ghost sedan... he no longer held back, and as soon as his eyes touched Duan Changjing, he stepped up his offensive again. , ready to capture and kill Mrs. Jin.

Boom! Boom!

Various secret techniques and magic weapons collide again.

At this moment, Mrs. Jin could no longer hold on. She coughed out a mouthful of blood, was shaken out of the "blood coffin", and fell to the ground.

"Opportunity!" Seeing this, Zhang Nanqiu's eyes lit up, and he secretly raised a spirit-binding talisman, preparing to capture Mrs. Jin's soul and question her in the future.

But at this moment, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in the air, grabbed Mrs. Jin's waist before him, and escaped into the formation of the underground palace.

“Fu Taoist?”

However, after seeing this scene, Zhang Nanqiu and Duan Changjing looked at each other, but they were not surprised but happy.

At this moment, Taoist Fu suddenly flew out to rescue Mrs. Jin. Doesn't it mean that he has given up and worked with Wang Sutai to refine the golden ghost sedan?

“I didn’t expect that this Fu Taoist, a demon cultivator, could be so benevolent and righteous...”

Seeing this, Zhang Nanqiu laughed sarcastically.

With Mrs. Jin's sacrifice of her life to stop them, he and Duan Changjing had a lot of time to stop Wei Tu and Wang Sutai from refining the gold ghost sedan to escape.

But now, in order to rescue Mrs. Jin, Wei Tu voluntarily gave up the refining gold ghost sedan... undoubtedly giving them a clear hope of leaving Mrs. Jin, mother and daughter.

“Indecisive, a woman’s heart.”

"Zhu Tianqi's ability to select disciples is not very good." Duan Changjing agreed with a joking look on his face.

One family is happy and the other is sad.

After being rescued by Wei Tu and brought to the underground palace, Mrs. Jin also looked helpless, with a look of hatred that iron could not turn into steel.

She can still settle this account.

According to the plan, if she dies alone, Wang Sutai can survive.

Now, if nothing else.

They, mother and daughter, will all be buried here.

However, considering that Wei Tu also had good intentions, Mrs. Jin could no longer curse out loud.

“No, inside the golden ghost sedan…”

But soon, Mrs. Jin discovered the clues. Inside the golden ghost sedan, she saw a mediocre-looking "stranger" who was putting his palms behind Wang Sutai to transfer mana to help Wang Sutai refine the golden ghost sedan.

“When did this person appear in the underground palace?”

Mrs. Jin frowned, confused.

She raised her head and took a serious look at Wei Tu, who was holding her in her arms. She suddenly realized that the aura of "Taoist Fu" at this moment was a little different from the one she first saw.

Someone was approaching the stranger inside the golden ghost sedan.

“The art of clone?”

Mrs. Jin is suspicious.

She wanted to ask Wei Tu the reason for this unexpected situation, but she was worried that the matter would involve Wei Tu's secrets, so she opened her mouth and swallowed the words.

—Compared to the righteous monks, the foundation of demonic cultivation is even more difficult for outsiders to explore.

“It’s Huanxi Nuo noodles.”

At this time, Wei Tu seemed to see what Mrs. Jin was thinking. After thinking for a moment, Wei Tu explained.

It was this joyful meeting that gave him the opportunity to go to war in advance and rescue Mrs. Jin.

…

One day ago.

Underground Palace, inside the golden ghost sedan.

Seeing that Mrs. Jin temporarily resisted the joint fight between Duan Changjing and the two, Wei Tu was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, if Mrs. Jin is unfavorable in the battle, then he will have to make corresponding choices.

He didn’t want to do it unless he had to.

“This double cultivation not only allows Wang Sutai to refine the golden ghost sedan chair, but also allows me to improve my cultivation level a lot.”

Wei Tu closed his eyes and looked into his Dantian, where he saw the green Yuanying nourished by Wang Sutai Yuanyin and growing stronger.

Similar to Fu Linglong's double cultivation.

Wang Sutai is also the spirit body Yuanying, and the Yuanyin in his body is also of great benefit to him.

It’s just that because he has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul at this moment, his improvement in cultivation is not as significant as when he practiced dual cultivation with Fu Linglong.

But in terms of "quantity", they are almost the same.

This is another reason why Wei Tu did not resist and married Wang Sutai.

“With one or two Jingcuidan, or seven or eight spiritual crystals, you can try to break through again.”

Wei Tu was running his skills and thought to himself.

"besides…"

Wei Tu narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a thought, he took out the severed arm that Duan Changjing had cut off in the Wan Yin Gate.

Originally, when he was recovering from his injuries, he never thought of using the source of the first spiritual bone to regenerate an arm. After all, just restoring the broken wound consumes much less source than regenerating an arm.

But he didn’t expect that Duan Changjing’s knife actually left an indelible air of death on his wound.

This was how he was forced to give up this idea, and instead used his original source again, regenerating his arm.

However, at this moment, this misfortune has become a kind of luck.

—It took about two days for him and Wang Sutai to practice together and refine the golden ghost sedan.

These two days are essential.

But... apart from the "fusion of spirit and flesh" at the beginning and middle stage, in the later stage, he was the only one left to lend Wang Sutai his magic power by using dual cultivation techniques to help him refine the golden ghost sedan.

During this period, he does not need to make any complicated movements, just simply touch his palms together.

In other words, he can use certain means to save this step, and then leave to support Mrs. Jin in time.

It would be difficult for other monks, even those practicing both Dharma and Body, to achieve this step.

 But he is different. In his hand, he has the "Happy Nuo Noodles" that were taken from the Taoist of Six Desires.

This happy Nuo noodle can be used to borrow the monk's energy, pretend to be a monk, and practice together with others.

It just so happens that his "broken arm" can help him complete this last step.

Thinking of this, Wei Tu did not hesitate. He did two things at once. While practicing double cultivation with Wang Sutai, he kneaded the secrets with one hand and injected several magic secrets into his broken arm.

Not long after, his broken arm began to twist, like a tree root, growing **** vines.

Then, these **** vines gathered together and turned into a "person" exactly like him.

—The "physical regeneration" of the fourth level of body refining is the same as the "Nascent Soul Out of Body" of the Nascent Soul Realm. It is the basic magical power of the fourth level of body refining.

Of course, this is limited to Wei Tu’s own body. He does not have this ability for other monks' bodies.

This scene.

Although Wang Sutai on the side felt something, she didn't ask any more questions and watched everything patiently.

Until half a day later.

The spiritual and physical integration of both parties is complete.

Wei Tu got dressed and stood up, and then Wang Sutai understood what the "false body" Wei Tu had previously created was capable of.

“Husband, don’t worry, I will successfully refine the gold ghost sedan as soon as possible.”

Wang Su's table surface shows a persevering color.

After finishing speaking, she raised her hand, and the black robe on the soft couch flew up and was put on again by her.

Then, she touched Wei Tu’s unconscious “false body” with her palms, absorbed Wei Tu’s mana from it, and began to refine the golden ghost sedan with the power of dual cultivation.

(End of this chapter)