Chapter 1634： Death of the Spirit 1

Although he was the first to see this form of attack, he immediately recognized that this is the legendary blood drop.

The young people on earth are no strangers to blood drops. This stuff is a hidden weapon in many costume movies, especially in contemporary times. It is more in some exaggerated and funny movies and TV dramas. It is said to be the Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty. The invention is a hidden weapon for taking a skull.

In fact, the word first appeared in the legend of Buddhism.

The road wind did not move, the three charms were wrapped around the front, and the mouth said: "I heard that in the middle of the river, the blood was soaring, nourishing countless evil spirits, feeding on evil spirits, and later Sakyamuni wants to turn to the meditation. A dry evil in the river, fighting with the Lord of the River, the Ashura people also participated in the battle, and later the Shujia refinement of the blood of the river, for the blood drop, you Ashura used it as the Horcrux, I do not know whether it is like this ?"

Nangong Ying sneered and said: "The rumors are too untrustworthy. We have a relationship with the Ashura and Buddhism. This blood drop is also used to use the Dharma to take the blood of the river, but there is a custard in the world. I have never seen it. ”

After Nangong Ying finished, his hands were more trembling, and he controlled the blood drops to be more frantic.

The wind controls the three clear ghosts, and the face is also struggling.

The two people are deadlocked like this.

If there is a lively audience now, I will be disappointed that I have not seen the thrilling battle. In fact, on the contrary, both people have already made a killer: Blood Drop is the strongest attacking method of Nangong Ying, if blood drops If you are broken, you will lose yourself, and you won’t have to fight again later.

As for the Taoist style, just getting into the Sanqing ghost symbol is also his strongest means. If you can't resist the attack of blood drops, then other means are also no good.

Although the battle was not intense, Yang Gong was very nervous. He kept staring at the face of the wind and saw that he was struggling. His heart was not at all. In her impression, the road was the first time People are forced to this point.

In the end, it is Prince Ashura. Since he dares to challenge the wind, his strength will not be bad.

"Happy!" Nangong Ying said, "I don't want to wait for you for so long. This battle didn't disappoint me."

Immediately said: "When the wind, if you have the power of a war, I have to do my best. Once I send it, I can't take it back. You are likely to die. If you have any last words, you can say it now."

"There will be no words to tell you," said the wind and turned to look at Yang Gong's glance. Just about to speak, Yang Gongyi said loudly: "I don't listen to any words, you will definitely be fine! I believe in you!"

The wind closed his eyes, and he tried to control the three clear ghosts. It was like three burning fires, and the bloodstains were not destroyed.

"Ah..." Nanmen’s mouth made a strange sound, like an ancient spell, like a strange rhythm of singing, waving with both hands, unable to vibrate, and the blood drops of the siege wind burst open, every blood drop Split into five, the number of blood drops suddenly increased to thousands, like a flat wind blowing a storm, frantically hit the barrier of the Sanqing ghost.

Yang Gongyi looked in his eyes, and his heart was shocked to the extreme. She had already heard that the Ashura people used blood drops as the soul device. The height of the cultivation was the number of blood drops. At the time of the battle, Ashura did his best and fought against the Taoist gods. There was a general of Ashura, who used hundreds of blood drops to trap a god-level **** and completely lost their resistance. Finally, they were almost strangled. .

This incident was very sensational at that time and in later generations. It was also a rare opportunity for the Yinshi to see the mysterious strength of the Ashura. At that time, the strength of General Ashura had already shocked the gods.

And the former Prince Ashura can actually control thousands of blood drops...

Yang Gong looked at the horrible blood storm in front of him and finally murmured: "I am dead."

What she meant was that if she was besieged herself, it was already dead.

In the gap between the movement of blood droplets, she can occasionally see the figure of the wind, or sit on the ground, if an ancient clock does not move, the three wildfires on his body are getting darker and crumbling.

Yang Gongyu secretly bite his teeth and would like to go up to help, but never. It’s not because this is the battle between the two of them. Compared with the famous festival, the credibility and the like, she cares more about the safety of the road. It’s just that this battle is a robbery if it’s a wind. If you can save yourself, you will bring him a knot, and it is a knot that can never be opened.

In that case, the Taoist whole person will be abolished. Yang Gongyi knows that he would rather die than live so much. Therefore, she can only secretly pray that the wind can withstand.

After looking at Nangong Ying, I found that he was also a bit unbearable. As an Ashura, he would not sweat like a human, his face would not change, but his hands were shaking and his eyes were still full of killing. The pupil has been somewhat sloppy, apparently a near-force performance. It looks like it will fall down at any time.

His attack, a total of one thousand and one blood drops, is an experience that has never been seen before, and it is the limit for him.

On the same day, he and Daoyuan were fighting against the Tao. They also made seven hundred blood drops. At that time, Daoyuan still relied on three pieces of implements and barely resisted. If he was so desperate at the time, Nangong’s video channel would definitely be true. He died on the spot. It was just not desperate at the time, so I kept a hand.

Now, Nangong Ying is already desperate.

One thousand and one blood drops, the proud Nangong Ying believes that it is absolutely easy to kill a spiritual fairy, or a third-class ghost. In addition to the three kings and one sentence, even the entire yin, no more than five people can resist.

Although the wind is extremely hard, the Sanqing ghosts are crumbling, but it doesn't look like the lights are running out.

This war, after waiting for so long, must be divided.

Nan Gong Ying gritted his teeth and once again chanted the spell. Blood spilled from the pores of the two arms and condensed into blood droplets and flew over.

Forty blood drops were added to the **** storm.

Although the number is not too much compared to the one thousand, but for Nangong Ying, it is almost the last straw to crush the camel. He almost collapsed, with an unyielding momentum. , bite your teeth.

The body of the wind began to tremble violently, and the fire of the three clear ghosts was once again reduced, but it still did not disappear.

"what!"

Nangong Ying shouted, and again played forty blood drops, entered the battlefield, and the whole person was completely mad.