Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 425 Devouring the Blood Moon

"...Don't attack Taiyuan Heaven anymore?"

When Chaoge heard this, his heart sank.

Because she knew that it was almost impossible for the Lord of Wuyue Mountain to agree to this.

Regardless of the fact that the siege caused Wuyue Dongtian to lose all face;

The Lord of Wuyue Mountain risked his life to attack Taiyuan Heaven, isn't it just for the good fortune of Dadongtian and the realm of Yuanying?

So how could it be possible to let it go?

"Senior brother..."

Chaoge opened his mouth to speak, but the words stopped abruptly.

She suddenly thought of the reason why Mo Chuan made this request.

For this reason, she knew that any persuasion would be eclipsed.

"Junior Brother requests, I will inform Master as soon as possible!"

Chaoge took a deep breath and answered, turned around and left a little lonely.

Mo Chuan said nothing, looked at the back of his senior sister Chaoge, shook his head slightly, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it had already fallen beside the blood moon.

The blood moon that broke a seal talisman exuded a chilly air all over her body, as if she was about to choose someone for her love at any time, which was chilling.

I don't know the reason why I have cultivated 7000 Taoism for two hundred years;

Still because of sharing the supernatural powers of the colorful bird, Mo Chuan, who once again faced the spirit and blood of the blood lake god, no longer had the initial fear.

He carefully looked at the talismans around him, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Wuyue Dongtian built a blood pool with the blood of the great god of the blood lake to extract the essence and nourish the medicinal materials, which is enough to prove that its blood is not terrifying. If so, why is the drop of blood from Xuling Dongtian so fierce?

——You know, he just swallowed a mouthful of blood at the beginning, and he was almost swallowed by the remaining will of the blood lake god.

Mo Chuan pondered for a while, and then simply resorted to the Buddhist supernatural power - Tianyantong.

In an instant, all dharmas are seen, and the meaning of the dharma responds.

I saw the blood moon gleaming with blood, filling the cave, nourishing the growth of all things, and everything was the same as he had observed before.

Suddenly!

Mo Chuan frowned, and he keenly noticed that a cloud of blood, like mist and smoke, permeated from the ruins of the Jiuxing Pavilion battlefield.

It seems to be insignificant, but in fact it hides in the light of blood and does not appear in the world.

This scene made Mo Chuan's eyes widen in astonishment.

He suddenly thought of the huge human and livestock farm that the Riqing Sect had established underground.

——It turns out that the reason why this blood essence is so powerful comes from the nourishment of the Riqing Sect for thousands of years.

Mo Chuan frowned.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand and plucked it lightly, like a dog eclipsing the sun, he plucked off the blood moon.

In an instant, Xuling Cave was plunged into darkness.

The disciples of the Taoist school were all shocked when they saw this, and looked up at the sky, indistinctly, they saw a Taoist stretch out his hand to grab the sky, took out another bright sun, and placed it in the sky.

The heavens and the earth are restored to light, like Kyushu.

"Everyone, don't panic, the blood moon is scarlet, it doesn't seem to be the right way, and the way is poor, so I exchanged it with the way of three scenes."

Mo Chuan explained, the voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the Taoism.

The Taoist disciples suddenly realized when they heard the words.

Although I don't know why the cave master suddenly wanted to pick up the blood moon, but since the cave master did it, it doesn't matter.

Let's say that after Mo Chuan picked the blood moon, he immediately held the blood moon in his hand, his figure flashed, and he left the cave sky, soaring up ninety thousand miles, and escaping into the wind of thousands of feet.

He didn't leave the Gangfeng layer, but hovered inside the Gangfeng layer, and then threw the blood moon into the Gangfeng layer, saying:

"Pindao once saw a wonderful man who was the chief of the Dragon Pavilion. The method of Taiyin he practiced had no soul and no soul, and he lived entirely by his body! It is rumored that the soul of the Taoist friend has long since died. Now it seems that the Taoist friend may be I also switched to the method of Taiyin, wanting to sacrifice hundreds of millions of souls and return to the peak?"

The sound fell, and the only response to him was the howling wind, while the blood essence still glowed calmly.

'Am I worrying too much? '

A trace of suspicion flashed in Mo Chuan's eyes, and after a little thought, he pulled away the power of the colorful bird attached to the blood moon.

"Whoohoo-"

In an instant, the wind was like a sword, and the blade shone in the sky.

It made the blood moon fall like magma, and the talismans surrounding it vibrated crazily, emitting a dazzling and scarlet light, resisting the erosion of the strong wind.

However, this wind, which is enough to make Yuanying monks flinch, can be blocked by some talismans?

After a while, with a "click", a talisman shattered.

With the shattering of the first talisman, the remaining magic circle was no longer sustainable.

"Kakakakaka..."

All the talismans were like firecrackers, scrambling to shatter and explode.

The blood bead trapped in the center of the talisman finally regained its freedom, shining in all directions.

It was even keenly aware of the fresh blood, and suddenly turned into a stream of light, shooting towards Mo Chuan.

"Snapped!"

Before the streamer could be ejected, it exploded.

But it was blocked by the strong wind, making it shatter like a star, red like a firefly, and dye the wind layer red.

When Mo Chuan saw this, his mind was moved. Wherever the power of the colorful bird passed, the strong wind was tamed by it, and the blood that was shattered into mist vibrated wildly, trying to merge into one.

How could Mo Chuan let these essence and blood gather together?

Tiangang magical powers were used suddenly.

——【Export Yuanyang】

At the moment of evil, a large cloud of blood mist was wiped out, turning into billowing yuan yang, pouring into his palm.

——At this time, Mo Chuan impressively used the earth-shaking pot-sky technique to absorb the endless Yuanyang squeezed out of the blood beads.

Whenever the blood mist condenses into larger blood droplets, he withdraws the magical power of "controlling qi", and lets the free gang wind sword cut the vibration, breaking it into fine dust.

"Whoohoo-"

Gang Feng roared tirelessly, like a perpetually moving pulverizer, soaking in yin and yang, cutting the dawn.

Mo Chuan also worked tirelessly to extract the Yuan Yang conceived by the blood mist.

The blood mist in front of his eyes became less and less, and became lighter and lighter, until finally it dissipated, leaving only a little bit of blood mist, struggling endlessly.

Mo Chuan pondered for a while, but he didn't smash this point into pieces. Using his finger as a pen, he quickly outlined a set of talismans and sealed them.

Looking at the palm again, a huge Yuan Yang has already gathered.

The number is huge, far exceeding the amount he bought with all his financial resources when the war was about to start.

"I didn't expect that the sun's killing karma would finally be fulfilled by me."

Mo Chuan shook his head, his figure flashed, and he left the Qianzhang Gangfeng Layer.

After returning to the Taoist gate, he immediately retreated into the Dao Furnace for offering sacrifices, and began to cultivate real dragons and colorful birds.

When Mo Chuan was short of Yuanyang before, he only felt that the real dragon and colorful bird were like a bottomless pit, which almost emptied his family.

However, when his Yuan Yang was abundant, he was surprised to find that even the growth of a real dragon and colorful bird needs to follow the basic growth law.

When his yuan yang was injected to a certain level, even though the real dragon and colorful bird were still developing, the speed was already much slower.

After several adjustments, he found the most efficient ripening rate.

For a moment, the Palace Temple seemed to be a real dragon breeding factory, and real dragons were bred in the hall.

Before they opened their eyes and saw the world clearly, they were thrown into the Thousand Miles Continent.

Or hunt and practice freely, or form the Nine Dragons Flying Cloud Array.

Compared with the real dragon, Mo Chuan cared more about the colorful bird.

With the infusion of Yuanyang, the colorful bird's wings became more plump and stunning, and a few tail feathers were elegant and elegant, just like the five-color divine feathers that Mo Chuan obtained at first.

The indescribable power also resonated in Mo Chuan's body along with the sharing of blood.

If there is no real dragon to suppress him, I am afraid that he will be backlashed in an instant and die.

"After all, it is external force!"

Mo Chuan murmured, but he had no choice but to hold on to this force.

People are in the rivers and lakes, already involuntary.

……

When his "external power" soared, the Mountain Lord of Wuyue, who was trapped in the Taiyuan Heaven, became more and more precarious.