Chapter 225, Holy Master Huangquan, Big Lie

At the same time, inside the Huangquan Temple. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"

Yunqing raised his head and glanced at the dome of Huangquan Temple, the original stone material had disappeared, replaced by the solid body of Yan Mo's holy body. With Yunqing's talent, it is not difficult to complete the tempering of Yan Mo's holy body in a hundred years, and now it has grown into a behemoth enough to cover the entire temple.

There was a slight gnawing sound all around, the magic lines on the walls gradually dimmed, and the order of the muscles of Yan Mo's holy body replaced the ups and downs of the magic lines. The sanctuary is becoming an architectural and biological hybrid.

Yun Qing recited in a low voice: "Purse Wangchuan with my demonic blood, and call Huangquan with my demonic soul."

Yan Mo's holy body trembled slowly with the ups and downs of her voice, and it seemed that something in its body was about to break through the flesh and blood.

This incantation is made up of ancient magic syllables, and the twists and turns of the intonation are a bit strange, with a feeling of confusing people's minds. Many practitioners of the magic path know this mantra. It is more like some kind of prayer than the magic mantra. The practitioners of the magic path beg the Lord Huangquan to grant them supreme power by reciting this sentence. It is strongly suggestive, and it does not necessarily bring about an increase in power, but it can make people fall into a state of "unstoppable" madness.

But Yun Qing looked very calm, her voice was soft and steady, repeating this strange mantra over and over again.

The trembling of Yan Mo's holy body gradually became violent, and the hideous and ugly face gradually showed the color of fear and pain, Yun Qing's voice did not stop, and lingered in the palace for a long time. The trembling of Yan Mo's holy body caused the entire Huangquan Temple to shake, and the part that was deep under the riverbed was pulled up, and Wangchuan and Jichuan flowed frantically.

Yun Qing was a little worried that he would disturb the saints of the magic way, but there was no way to stop the magical powers by now.

Legend has it that Wangchuan and Jichuan flowed out of the body of the Holy Master Huangquan, with supreme demonic blood. Now this violent river is turning crimson, just like the legendary demon blood, with strong corrosiveness. The clear river turned into blood magma in the blink of an eye, and the creatures in the river were burned to ashes and melted into blood water. Bubbles appeared on the river surface, and when the bubbles burst, fog barriers spread.

The Wuxuan Demon Realm takes Wangchuanjichuan as the central axis, and a scarlet trace spreads from the center to the surrounding. This red mark has a delicate texture like flesh and blood. The creatures a little closer to the Wangchuan Jichuan were invaded by the demonic energy, and the mutations happened one after another, and they were extremely dangerous.

The lower body of the huge sacred body of Yan Mo had completely melted into the Huangquan Temple, and it gradually straightened its upper body and emerged from the bottom of the water little by little.

The dark and sharp horns, the painful face, the back and the chest and abdomen, the holy body of Yan Mo burst out of the water little by little, opened his arms, and screamed in the sky. Its screams broke through the sky, and the black clouds quickly converged into a sea, and a crimson hole was exposed in the center of the sea of ​​clouds, leading to nowhere.

The Huangquan Temple where Yunqing was located was already shaking unbearably, but in this crumbling palace, she still recited the mantra calmly. en8.

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"All sins become my Yama, and life and death call me true demons!"

The scarlet hollow in the center of the sea of ​​​​clouds gradually shrank and trembled, and then a little blood light shone down from the middle, directly reflecting the eyebrows of the holy body of Yan Mo.

Yan Mo's holy body struggled in pain, but Yun Qing quickly flew out seven, seven and forty-nine magical energy, and firmly fixed it on the river surface, unable to move at all. That bloody light is the remnant soul of Huangquan that was brought in from 100,000 years ago. At the cost of the entire Huangquan Temple, it can only be kept for a short moment. If it is freed by the holy body of Yan Mo , then Yun Qing will lose more than the gain.

That little blood light said whether it was fast or not, and it was like rain that gently sprinkled on the eyebrows of Yan Mo's body. There is the spiritual enlightenment of the practitioner, which controls a person's will and spirit.

The struggle of Yan Mo's holy body stopped the moment he was touched by the blood light.

Its chest cavity no longer rises and falls violently, its mouth and nose no longer breathe in pain, its hands no longer sway randomly, and its vitality is completely cut off at this moment.

Yun Qing took a deep breath, and endless vitality poured into her body from the holy body of Yan Mo, and the aura of the devil on her body began to soar at an incredible speed.

This is the last step in cultivating the sacred body of Yan Mo. The spirit of the ancient demon god is brought into the body. When the spirit has perfected the body of the demon, the practitioner will devour the sacred body of Yan Mo to supplement himself. The mountain-like male body slowly became tired, and became as old as a dry plant.

But at this moment, a full tumor-like mass gradually protruded between its eyebrows, and it looked as abrupt as a fresh fruit hanging from a dead tree.

Yun Qing felt the supreme power accumulated in Yan Mo's holy body, and the sense of danger in his heart did not fade at all. For her, the body in front of her is not important at all, what is important is the soul that she just received.

Yun Qing disappeared in place, and appeared on the top of Yan Mo's body the next moment. She stood in front of the tall tumor, with a slightly dignified expression.

She stretched out her hand and cut open the sarcoma little by little, and a large amount of blood-red viscous fluid poured out of the sarcoma, just like when a child was born. Yun Qing put her hand in to open a big hole, and her elbows were dyed this vivid red. But the sarcoma was so big that it didn't drain until the blood on the edges began to scab over.

Yun Qing waited patiently, maybe the embryo inside was not mature, maybe because he felt the danger and hid deeper. But Yun Qing couldn't force it, she could only wait, even though she knew that the longer she waited, the greater the danger.

Finally, the sarcoid shrivels down, and the last thin layer of skin wraps a huddled human figure.

Yun Qing carefully lifted this layer of flesh, and inside was a naked young woman.

Her loose black hair was soaked with blood, like seaweed entwined around her. She has double horns on her forehead and black wings gathered behind her back, which looks exactly the same as the outline of Yan Mo's holy body. She has complex and strange magic lines growing all over her body, and pale to transparent skin is vaguely visible between the magic lines. Her skeleton seems to be a little small, her body is mature, and it looks like she has not grown up.

The woman closed her eyes and her face was hidden by scattered black hair, but she could still see a classical and restrained beauty.

There was no trace of life, but she lay in a pool of blood as if she had fallen asleep.

Yun Qing bowed and lifted her forehead hair, where there was a familiar magic pattern - a magic pattern standing isolated in the center of the Yellow Spring Temple, known as the "Holy Master of Yellow Spring". Yun Qing's hands are condensed with violent demonic true energy, as long as it pierces her skull and destroys her spirit, you can...

"Don't touch Huang Quan."

Light laughter echoed in the sky.

Yun Qing was indifferent, and the demonic real qi in his hand spurted out, but there was a trace of blood on the woman's body, and this demonic real qi disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"I said, don't touch Huang Quan."

The sound of silver jewelry colliding was very clear and sweet, and the other party's words had already brought a hint of sternness.

Yun Qing sighed, straightened up, and looked at the sage of the devil who was pacing from the bottom of Wangchuan: "I was still caught up by you."

"It's only a little bit." The Holy Demonic Taoist quickly came to the woman's side, and Yun Qing quickly backed away, daring not to resist him.

This time, Yun Qing's expression really showed a little regret: "It's a pity."

The sage of Demon Dao rarely laughed. He said to Yun Qing with a blank face: "You can replace it by just a little bit, but fortunately you are missing this point. I would also like to thank you for awakening Huang Quan for the Demon Dao."

Yun Qing's eyes stayed on the woman, and the saint of the magic road stood a little forward, blocking her tightly.

"Not to replace it." Yun Qing shook his head, "You don't understand."

The sage of the magic road turned around and took off his robe, and then covered the woman. He said, "I really don't understand..."

He picked up the woman and looked back at Yun Qing, his eyes were cold: "I don't understand how you changed your life against the sky."

Yun Qing was silent.

The sage of the devil continued to say: "There will be no situation where two yellow springs will appear in the world at the same time. If the ancient spirit you summoned is the holy master of Huangquan, then what are you?"

Yun Qing stood there, knowing that she could not escape under the eyes of a saint, so she did not struggle. She still looked at the young woman with those regretful eyes, and said nothing.

"Deceiving the secret, tampering with the destiny, disguising as the Holy Lord to come to the end of the cultivator... What the hell are you?"

Yunqing once changed the magic pattern for Liu Caichun. At that time, she told Liu Caichun that fate is determined by heaven, and it is impossible for practitioners to change their fate against the sky. However, a practitioner's qi and fortune can be changed by external forces. She used this method to make Liu Caichun, who did not have the aptitude for direct inheritance, become a direct descendant of the Spirit Demon Sect.

But now she is standing here as a life-changing person.

As the Sage of the Demon Dao said, there will not be two Huangquan in the world at the same time. If she is the Holy Master Huangquan from 100,000 years ago, she will obviously not be Huangquan. At the beginning, her magic pattern appeared in Huangquan Temple, and almost everyone believed that she was Huangquan, because her fate would not be changed. But now Yun Qing has overturned this statement, she herself entered the WTO by tampering with her destiny and concealing the secret.

Yun Qing shook his head and made no answer.

The demon saint looked slightly serious, and was about to stop her when a dazzling white light lasing from the gate of the realm came.

"Emperor...?" The Demon Saint seemed a little surprised, apparently not counting Yun Qing's help.

The boy in white appeared in this light, he stretched out his hand to protect Yun Qing, and said eagerly: "Go back first! Master Zhong is waiting for you at the gate."

Yun Qing didn't say more, and quickly fled to the gate, the white light and the blood light collided fiercely behind her. The entire Demon Realm was turned upside down, billowing waves of air rushed from behind her, but Yun Qing didn't look back, she arrived at the gate at the fastest speed.

Zhong Guanyuan waited tremblingly outside the gate, and Yun Qing was grabbed by him as soon as he landed: "Let's make a fire, this place is so cold..."

"Let's go!" Yun Qing's hand ignited a gentle black flame, and her brows and eyes were filled with worry, "I failed to kill Huang Quan this time, and it will be a serious disaster in the future."

Zhong Guanyuan was still trembling: "No, nothing is more serious than you!"

Yun Qing frowned, pulled him into the air, and flew directly to the north: "Where to go first?"

Zhong Guanyuan stretched out his hand to touch the black flame, but Yun Qing slapped it away with a slap: "It will die. Where shall we go first?"

Zhong Guanyuan was honestly beaten, and quickly replied: "The other building. Yihe and I have already arranged the Li Palace, and now the other building is left. Can you go up?"

"Yes." Yun Qing nodded coldly.

Zhong Guanyuan was still a little uneasy: "Wait a minute...cough, let's recall Jumang as well. It's safe. The reunion of the Cloud Burial Palace is here in one fell swoop."

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