Chapter 429 Corpse Blood Pill


    Situ Fang led the Daotingsi''s chief officer and rushed into the backyard of Baihua Building.


    After a moment, spiritual power was everywhere, and the sound of war, exclamation, shouting and the sound of shattering of the building were intertwined.


    Ink painting was very curious, and after thinking about it, he said to Qinglan:


    "You find a place to hide, don''t come out."


    Qinglan was a little nervous, but nodded.


    Later, Mo Hua and the other three also used their body skills. They went to the second floor and looked into the backyard from the window.


    Baihua Building is divided into two buildings, front and back, with a courtyard in the middle.


    The front building is the front hall, used for banquets, female cultivators singing and dancing, and the back building is the wing room, which is in the brothel business.


    In the middle of the back building is a courtyard with mountains and water and flowers.


    The courtyard is wide and the scenery is pleasant.


    Behind the courtyard is the back building, with high buildings on three sides surrounding the courtyard.


    The corridors of high-rise buildings are connected, and the wing rooms are exquisite. There are big red lanterns and pink curtains hanging between the corridors, which have a strong smell of powder.


    There are various formations arranged between the corridors, some are reinforced, some are soundproof, some are dust-producing, and some are illuminated.


    The light pink lights illuminate the entire backyard loft beautifully and romantic.


    Ink painting was a little unhappy.


    The mine repairs in the mine are difficult, life and death are at stake, and the formations drawn inside are extremely shallow.


    A place like Baihualou, which is greedy for fun, is so complete.


    Even used formations to set off the atmosphere and exaggerate the mood.


    It is really an excessive amount.


    At this moment, a sudden burst of spiritual power was stimulating, bricks and stones were broken, and wood chips flew.


    Ink painting looks in the sound.


    On the second floor in the distance, the doors and windows of a room were completely broken, and the formations on both sides were also destroyed.


    And in the corridor, two foundation-building monks are fighting.


    One person wears a mysterious clothes, and the other person wears a gray clothes.


    The monk Xuanyi is the foundation-building elder of the Situ family, named Situ Jin.


    And the gray-clothed monk covered in face had a gloomy breath all over his body. It is most likely that Mo Hua was looking for, the person behind the mine to buy the corpse.


    Situ Fang took the chief officer of the Daotingsi in Nanyue City to guard the surroundings to prevent the gray-clothed monk from escaping.


    They are all Qi-refining cultivators, and they cannot compete with the foundation-building power, but they can form a formation and go through a move or two with the foundation-building, and delay for a moment.


    The monks of the Daoting Department are on high alert.


    In the corridor, Situ Jin frequently fought with the man in gray.


    Mo Hua looked at it for a while and frowned.


    Bai Zisheng whispered:


    "This gray monk seems to have some food..."


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but nodded, "It''s a good deal..."


    It looks sinister and has very feminine spiritual power, but its cultivation is really weak. Even among ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building, it is still at the bottom.


    Among the foundation-building monks I have seen in Mo Hua, this gray-clothed monk is the weakest.


    Even in Tongxian City, the elderly Zhou Zhangsi and Mr. An, who is not good at Taoism, are better than him when they start to fight.


    This gray-clothed monk is a personal practitioner, but his qi and blood are not strong, and his martial arts are also common.


    In addition, he seemed to have learned a few magic tricks.


    It seems to be a earth poison technique, but it is obviously not a spiritual practice. This magic is okay to deal with qi refining, but it is really not enough to deal with cultivators of the same level.


    This gray monk revealed a half-baked aura from top to bottom.


    Mo Hua''s brow frowned even tighter.


    How can you be so delicious?


    Even he couldn''t stand it anymore.


    The same is true on the field. Situ Jin''s palm was as strong as the wind, and he kept pressing against the gray-clothed monk.


    The gray-clothed monk was struggling and barely supported.


    He wanted to escape, but there were Zhengshi stops him around him. Every time he wanted to rush out, he would be delayed for a while and then be entangled by Situ Jin.


    After dozens of rounds, the gray-clothed monk was about to lose, so he jumped, jumped down from the building, and fell into the garden. A gray light flashed around him and disappeared.


    Situ Jin then landed on the ground, looked around and frowned.


    Mo Hua was also a little surprised and turned around and asked:


    "What kind of Taoism is this?"


    Bai Zisheng hesitated, "Is this...a escape technique?"


    Bai Zixi nodded, "It is the earth-moving escape technique in the Five Elements Escape Technique."


    "Escape technique?" Mo Hua blinked.


    Bai Zixi explained:


    "The escape technique is actually a kind of body technique, but it is just a special purpose for escaping. When used, the spiritual power covers the whole body and merges with the five elements of heaven and earth to hide the breath and escape from the heaven."


    And the gray-clothed monk finally used earth escape to avoid revealing his trump card.


    Once this kind of escape technique is known, it will be much easier to be wary of.


    Ink painting understood and praised it from the bottom of his heart:


    "Sister Sister, you know a lot!"


    “This is very simple.”


    Bai Zixi said lightly, but her slender eyebrows raised slightly, and there was a slight pride in her eyes.


    Bai Zisheng couldn''t help but say:


    "Mo Hua, you can flatter."


    Ink painting said unhappy:


    "To be honest, how can you flatter? Besides, why don''t I flatter you? Isn''t it because you don''t know?"


    Bai Zisheng had nothing to say.


    In terms of knowledge of practicing Taoism, he is indeed not as good as his younger sister Zixi.


    Not only is the knowledge of practicing Taoism, but in many aspects, it is actually not as good as...


    Bai Zisheng no longer argued with Mo Hua, but frowned and said, "When using the escape technique, is that person about to run away?"


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "He can''t escape."


    The spiritual consciousness of the gray-clothed monk is only ten lines.


    And the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is twelve patterns!


    Mo Hua''s expression condensed, closed her eyes, focused her whole mind, released her spiritual consciousness and extended it to the extreme.


    Searching for traces of the monk in gray in the white spiritual vision.


    After a while, Mo Hua opened her eyes and pointed to luck, and a fireball condensed from her fingertips.


    Then the technique moves at will. In a blink of an eye, the fireball flew into the garden, exploded on a piece of grass, turning the grass into ashes.


    The grass and trees turned into ashes, and a black face appeared on the charred ground.


    The monk in gray looked confused.


    Where did the fireball technique come from, and how did it hit me?


    This fireball technique also attracted Situ Jin''s attention.


    Then he also discovered the movements of the monk in gray.


    Situ Jin, who was looking for fruitlessness, was excited, and used his spiritual power to slap the gray-clothed monk with one palm.


    The monk in gray could not dodge and was hit by his palm. He was shot out of his true form. He was dressed in rags and had a black and gray face.


    Although the fireball technique of ink painting is powerful, it is not very harmful to foundation building, but it just makes him feel a little embarrassed.


    The gray-clothed monk cursed, took a few steps back, and pounced on the ground, disappearing.


    Situ Jin frowned, and he couldn''t find anyone again.


    At this moment, another rapid fireball technique flew past in the air, landing in the garden, exploded a flower and tree, forcing the gray-clothed monk to take the tracks.


    Situ Jin was stunned and looked up at the ink painting, with a hint of incredibleness in his eyes.


    This young monk can actually see through the ground and perform escape skills?


    I am a foundation-building monk, and I can''t even see the traces of this gray-clothed monk.


    How did he see it?


    But at this moment, it is not the time to sigh.


    Situ Jin drove his body movements again, jumped forward, and attacked the gray-clothed monk. The monk in gray was forced to reveal his body. When he looked up, he naturally saw the ink paintings upstairs.


    He was both shocked and angry, and cursed:


    "Damn it, bad things for me, I must kill you..."


    But before he finished scolding, he was interrupted by Situ Jin.


    Situ Jin slapped her with a palm and said coldly:


    "Thief, die!"


    The gray-clothed monk tried his best, retreated repeatedly, vomited blood, and then hurriedly took out a pill and took it, stabilized his breath, and then used the escape technique and disappeared from the ground.


    But after that, you will still be hit by the Fireball Technique.


    Situ Jin also learned to be smart, so he simply didn''t look for it himself. He would hit wherever the fireball technique was pointed.


    The gray-clothed monk was like a gopher. As soon as he crawled down, he was beaten to the point of being beaten, extremely frustrated.


    He was almost vomiting blood.


    What''s going on with this little devil?


    How did you see through your own escape technique?


    After hitting a few more fireball techniques, the gray-clothed monk suddenly realized it.


    It’s spiritual consciousness!


    He was locked by this little devil with his spiritual sense? !


    The monk in gray only felt it was incredible.


    Is he a foundation-building cultivator locked by a qi refining stage with his spiritual sense?


    Before he could have time to be shocked, he was surprised for a while and after leaving a little bit of his spirit, a fireball technique hit him in the face.


    The gray-clothed monk had a severe pain in his face and his teeth were itchy when he hated him.


    Damn, this little guy is getting more accurate as he fights...


    If this continues, I will fall here.


    At the same time, Situ Jin hit another palm, and this palm hit the left shoulder of the gray-clothed monk. The wind tangled, tearing his clothes to pieces and pulling off his masked black scarf.


    Under the black scarf is a cold, pale, and bloodless face.


    The monk in gray was furious and said hoarsely:


    "You guys are looking for death!"


    Then he took out a bronze medicine bottle with strange appearance and blood patterns, and suddenly poured the elixir in the bottle into his mouth.


    "not good!"


    The moment he took out the medicine bottle, Situ Jin knew something was wrong, and instantly took action and slapped it out with a palm.


    Although he didn''t know what kind of pill this was, he must not be allowed to surrender.


    This palm hit the gray-clothed monk''s chest. His spiritual power tore open the flesh and his palm power shook him away, but it failed to stop the gray-clothed monk and took the bottle of blood-colored pill.


    The gray-clothed monk lay down on the ground like a dead body, but he had not moved for a long time.


    The scene became quiet for a moment.


    Situ Jin had a serious look and did not dare to act rashly, but he looked alert.


    After a moment, changes arise suddenly.


    The gray-clothed monk lying on the ground suddenly twitched irregularly, his limbs deformed and twisted, and his body gradually expanded, and his veins appeared. Finally, he stood up straight in a strange posture.


    His skin was ashen and strong, with only whites left in his eyes, like a dead corpse, and his whole body was filled with death.


    Situ Jin took a breath of air conditioning.


    The officers around were also panicked.


    At this moment, the gray-clothed monk, who was shaped like a dead corpse, took a step forward and hit Situ Jin in front of him and punched him in the chest.


    Situ Jin used all his strength to activate the palm power and took the punch.


    The spiritual power during the foundation-building period shook, shattering the surrounding plants, trees, mountains and stones.


    Situ Jin was defeated by the gray-clothed monk and was beaten to retreat seven or eight steps by the punch. Finally, he had to kneel half on the ground and vomit blood.


    The gray-clothed monk was about to step forward and pursue the victory. Suddenly, a fireball suddenly appeared and hit the back of his forehead.


    The spiritual power exploded, causing him to stagger.


    Not powerful, but full of humiliation.


    The gray-clothed monk turned his head slowly, looking upstairs with a dead white gaze.


    The ink painting above made a face at him.


    This grimace almost **** the gray-clothed monk who turned into a dead body.


    At that moment, the gray-clothed monk had only one thought.


    No matter what, I killed this little devil!


    He left Situ Jin and took big steps towards the ink painting.


    Situ Fang was shocked and wanted to stop him, but was knocked away by him.


    The other Qi Refining Commanders are not the same general.


    The monk in gray came to the ink painting.


    Mo Hua stood on the second floor and looked down at him from a high place.


    The gray-clothed monk''s face made a strange roar, then he jumped up to the second floor.


    Bai Zisheng''s eyes turned cold and he came forward. He held his hands in a staggered manner. A silver-white spear appeared, and then his body was like the wind, and his spear came out like a dragon. The golden light on the spear was strong, attacking the gray-clothed monk like a corpse.


    The monk in gray has a gray complexion with a grey-clad skin, with a twisted veins, almost invulnerable swords and guns. He can fight Bai Zisheng''s spear with his physical body alone.


    Bai Zisheng''s spear cannot pierce his flesh, and he can''t do anything to him.


    Despite its mighty momentum, it still had a disadvantage.


    After all, no matter how talented he is, he is still just refining his energy.


    At this moment, Bai Zixi''s eyes were like glass, and the sword light condensed from his fingertips burned with snow-white flames.


    With a finger of his fair and slender hand, several sword lights were passed out. The sword energy was fierce, breaking the body of the gray-clothed monk. The snow-white flames were also burning his wounds.


    The monk in gray was in pain and made a strange roar that was not like a human.


    But that''s all.


    The golden light broke through the body and slowly recovered.


    The snow-white flames gradually faded away, leaving only a few scorch marks.


    The monk in gray looked ferocious again, but he couldn''t help but feel shocked.


    What are the origins of these two young monks?


    I have accepted the corpse blood pill, and my cultivation has greatly increased. My body is like an iron corpse, and I am invulnerable to swords and guns.


    However, in the Qi Refining Realm, you can fight with yourself alone.


    Can you also use magic to break your body?


    The gray-clothed monk was shocked.


    You can''t fight for a long time, otherwise once the medicinal power of the Corpse Blood Pill is exhausted and you will be frustrated by the medicinal power.


    Kill that little devil to vent his anger, and then withdraw immediately!


    The monk in gray had made up his mind and looked around. On his corpse-like hideous face, he suddenly felt confused...


    Where is that little devil?


    Why is it missing?


    Where has he gone?


    Invisible?


    The monk in gray had his white eyes wide and could not see anyone.


    The spiritual consciousness is released, and no trace is sensed...


    The gray-clothed monk felt anger surged in his heart.


    That little devil...


    He saw through the escape technique, and then he sneaked into it, humiliated by him, and ridiculed by him. As a result, even the figure of the little ghost can''t be seen now...


    If you can’t see him, how can you kill him?


    It was like a punch hitting cotton.


    And he didn''t even get cotton.


    As time goes by, the medicine is about to run out.


    The gray-clothed monk was angry and had nowhere to vent his anger. He was so angry that he trembled all over. He could only grit his teeth, his voice hoarse, and he shouted to the sky:


    "You come out!"


    "You come out for me!"


    This incompetent rage was full of aggrievance.


    This chapter is a bit long, so it is written a little late.


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    (This chapter ends)