Chapter 104 The Miserable Demonic Soul (Subscription Request) On the next journey, Xuyang took a detour and used a dragon claw hand to take out the inner elixir of an ancient fire toad beast. By the way, he cleaned up the cave of an ancient cultivator not far from the fire toad beast. In addition to the ancient cultivator's skeleton and clothes, he also obtained some spiritual materials and several ancient treasures. As for the jade slip for refining the Seven Flame Fan, he had obtained it from Bian Xiling a long time ago, so it was naturally worthless. Judging from the records in the original book in my memory, the ancient cultivator was obviously the guard in charge of the forbidden area. I just don't know why this cultivator did not evacuate at the beginning. He certainly would not waste time refining the Three Flame Fan in the original novel. The power of the imitation magic treasure was not as good as his own true fire without the blessing of vital energy. To Xuyang, it was useless. Two hours later, following the search on the jade pendant, Xuyang and his party stood in front of a turquoise pool in a stalactite cave. "Right here! Let's go down." Xuyang glanced around calmly, then stepped directly onto the emerald green water. A bright pearl on his belt flashed with water, and a layer of water curtain automatically separated the water into a passage of several feet. Without saying a word, Xuyang jumped up and disappeared. Bingfeng also sank into the pool of water in white light. The diameter of this deep pool of clear water is only ten feet, but one has to go down for more than four hundred feet before finally reaching the bottom of the pool. It doesn't look like a pool of water, but more like a deep well. The bottom is much wider than the entrance and is paved with a complete bluestone slab. At this moment, the water in the pool is separated by water droplets, appearing unusually slippery. On one side of the well wall is a stone door about three feet high. A huge one-horned ghost head is carved on the surface of the stone door, with dark red blood light flickering on the head.
Looking back at this moment, the mouth of the pond has become a small dot of light, which seems very depressing. At the same time, the atmosphere here is also very wrong, and the smell of blood is very strong. It is obviously not a treasure trove. "I came here with a clear purpose because I had foresight. What did the future Nanlong Hou think? How dare he rashly open this ancient restriction that is obviously related to demons and monsters?" Xuyang said he couldn't understand. "This seems to be the door of blood curse? According to records in ancient books, it would be difficult to open without the essence and flesh of the caster. It is rumored that this restriction is the most adept top-level sealing method of ancient ghost cultivators, and it seems to be related to the underworld." Dayan God was amazed. "It seems that this world, including the fairy world, does not seem to have such a thing as the underworld. Is it because of incomplete evolution? Or..." Xuyang curled his lips and secretly complained in his heart that the way of ghost cultivation that this cultivator would only practice after death was extremely poor and was restrained by countless magical powers. He could only hide in the gutter and survive. However, after all, it was his first time to see ghost cultivation, so he was really curious about the Blood Curse Gate. Xuyang took out the bones he had collected from the ancient cultivator's cave, threw them into the air, stretched out his hand and grasped the air, then crushed them into bone powder. Then a red glow of magical power wrapped the bone powder and rolled towards the ghost head on the stone gate. As soon as the two came into contact, the stone gate suddenly flashed with blood, and the surrounding was filled with an eerie atmosphere. An identical bloody ghost face popped out from the one-horned ghost head, and the bone powder in the red glow immediately turned into white light, as if it couldn't wait to sink into the ghost face. A faint sigh of relief was heard, and the ghost face collapsed and dissolved, turning into a large gray mist, which rushed towards the ghost face statue on the stone gate. In the blink of an eye, it changed again. With the erosion of the mist, several blood-colored tentacles suddenly emerged from the statue. Amid the shrill howling of ghosts, they whipped the gray mist, as if trying their best to prevent the ban from being broken. "That's it." Xuyang understood. It turned out that the ancient cultivator was conscripted into a soldier, and part of his soul was separated. He was refined into a ghost clone to serve as a guard here, and had been unable to be freed for tens of thousands of years. It was not known whether the ancient cultivator did it voluntarily or was forced. I thought I would be able to see something like the ancient blood curse contract, but this is it! Xuyang was suddenly disappointed, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of silver-white fire. The scorching power of the extreme yang descended immediately, and the gray fog and bloody tentacles instantly turned into green smoke and dissipated like ice and snow melting. A big hole was burned in the stone gate, and an extremely fishy smell came towards him. Gurgling black blood flowed on the remaining stone gate. Bing Feng, who was following silently at the side, couldn't help but frown slightly. A milky white chill instantly appeared around her body, repelling the stench. "If you have the ability, you should have killed the ancient demon warrior! You are doing so many messed up things!" Xuyang also frowned, and with a wave of his sleeves, a large amount of hot spiritual power raised a gust of hot wind, which suppressed the breath back. At the same time, a silver-white fireball appeared, and a half-foot long pure white fat sun bird appeared from the fireball. With a flap of its wings, a pure white fire wave burned the remaining stone door clean, and a large amount of black smoke came out. A swirling ball of hot wind, accompanied by black smoke, was moved by the rising sun to the emerald green water above, where it rose up with a gurgling sound. Then Xuyang crossed the stone gate, and in two steps, he crossed the nearly 100-zhang stone staircase and came to a hall that was dozens of zhang long and wide. He looked around and saw only an altar, which was covered by a layer of gold and silver light shield, with countless bean-sized Buddhist Sanskrit words floating on the light shield. On the altar were seven or eight kinds of extremely rare spiritual wood and precious medicines, and they were placed in a silver-white round bowl like stars surrounding the moon. "Small Sumeru Vajra Formation! Your brute force is just right for breaking this formation. However, there is something wrong with these elixirs. They seem to be illusions of divine consciousness!" The voice of Lord Dayan suddenly appeared in Xuyang's mind. "Tianyuan Fruit? Bu Tian Zhi!"
Bing Feng, who had just come in from behind, exclaimed when she saw the elixir on the altar, but then her eyes flashed with silver light, and after a breath, she sneered and said in the same voice transmission: "Fake!" "You still want to trick me! If this ancient demon dares not to cooperate, I will place its demon soul under the true fire of the sun and roast it for ten thousand days and nights!" Xuyang showed a sinister smile, stomped his feet, and his body was covered with scales in the midst of purple light, growing to a huge size of three meters. Xuyang took a step under the Buddhist light shield, his fist glowed with a dazzling purple-gold light, and his arm disappeared and reappeared in an instant. collapse! Deafening explosions filled the small hall. Seven or eight thin black cracks appeared out of thin air on the thick golden and silver light shield. Crack, like... No! A real space-shattering sound! With just one encounter, the Buddhist Vajra Formation, which was said to be indestructible, collapsed into countless golden and silver light spots. Then the Fat Sun Bird, which had been floating behind Xuyang, pounced on Xuyang's fist, opened its five fingers on its big hand, burning with raging flames of the extreme sun, and reached for the round bowl. At this time, the ancient demon in the silver round bowl seemed to have discovered that Xuyang was not easy to deal with, and was forced into a corner by Xuyang's quick and decisive action of breaking the formation. He immediately gave up the idea of luring, and the elixirs on the altar became blurred and then dissipated and disappeared. A ball of strange flame as black as ink shot out from the round bowl and headed towards the palm burning with white flames. At the same time, after a loud bang, the round lid of the round bowl flew off, and a black and purple magic light emerged from the round bowl, bypassing Xuyang and appearing not far from Bingfeng in almost an instant. "court death!" Xuyang's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes instantly flashed with several feet of black light. A black thread flashed and disappeared into the evil soul in an instant. "Do you think I'm a pushover?" Being targeted by the ancient demon, Bing Feng was furious. A murderous look appeared on her jade-like face. A milky white extremely cold air surged in front of her. Dozens of ice spears flashing with cold light appeared out of thin air and stabbed down like a rain of arrows. At the same time, two ice phoenix phantoms, each about ten feet long, rushed out of the body. They cried out one after another, and then quickly solidified and flapped their wings wildly. They appeared above the magic light, both raised their crystal sharp beaks and pecked it down fiercely. At the same time, they moved sideways and sank into a crack of white light and disappeared. "Demon Soul Transfiguration! Ancient Demon Clan!" At the same time, Lord Dayan also shouted in surprise, and then a white light shone from the bamboo tube. He let out a bone-chilling cold snort, and an illusory and crystal arrow shot out from the bamboo tube and instantly pierced into the magic light. Shocking thorn! The Eyes of Tongyou Powang are specifically designed to defeat spirits and ghosts. Even if the opponent's true form is a deity-level warrior from the demon world, at this moment it is nothing more than a main soul that has no body to rely on and is sealed alone. "Ugh!" The moment it was hit by the divine light of breaking delusion, one fifth of its main soul was instantly melted away, and the magic light immediately let out an extremely shrill howl, which was enough to make people shudder just by listening to it. How painful is it to have your soul worn away? Moreover, Dayan Divine Lord and Bingfeng also attacked with all their strength. The devil soul continued to stretch and change in the void, twisting and deforming violently. A ghost face with two heads and six arms emerged from the devil light, with an extremely painful expression and trembling. A tuft of green hair flashed by, instantly binding the main soul tightly. ~~~ (End of this chapter)