Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

"Stupid old man!"

Zhou Dao looked indifferent.

His Blood Qi was tempered by "Nine Cycles Fire Dan Gong", refined by reciting "Little Lei Yuan Jing" every day, absorbed pure Yang relic day and night, and the sun was so fierce, he burned the old man with white bones in a blink of an eye. do.

"Damn, whoever makes a fire to cook at night, don't go to work tomorrow."

Not far away, a voice came, showing three parts sleepiness and seven parts annoyance.

"Uh..." Zhou Dao waved his hand, the smoke dissipated, and the real fire went out.

Fortunately, the yard he rented was in a remote location, and there were not many people around.

Otherwise, the movement just now will definitely attract attention.

"Is this a demon weapon?" Zhou Dao walked to the remnant, and his eyes fell on the bow and crossbow, which was like a forged bone.

This is a magic weapon, which is different from the Magical Item used by monks.

As long as the demon weapon, the evil tempered, the evil forged, the soul gathered, the sturdy soul...the yin and the evil, the damage to the human Blood Qi is just like the Magical Item's damage to the monster's Monster Qi.

Like this black crossbow, it can contaminate Blood Qi, making it difficult to use a Cultivation Base, which can be described as poisonous.

The white-boned old man is a master of the True Fire Third Stage. With this black crossbow, even the True Fire Fourth Stage will have his way, and his life will be hard to save.

If Zhou Dao hadn't mastered "Nine Cycles Fire Dan Gong" and condensed his Blood Qi into fire pills to ward off all evils, he would have suffered a big downfall.

From this, it can be seen that the monster is terrifying.

However, there are certain risks in the use of demon weapons by humans. It is easy for evil to enter the body, affecting the mind at light level, and destroying the way in severe cases.

Unless, like Chimu Douji, cultivation is the true method, and it can turn Yin and Yang into pure Yang, and Yin & Yang can reconcile and participate in good fortune.

This kind of opportunity is hard to come by.

But there are still many people who can't resist the temptation of demon weapons.

This thing is simply a killer, it can greatly improve the combat power, and does not require too much effort.

Compared with the Divine Armament method or the talisman in the bitter cultivation, the ritual refining of the demon weapon is a shortcut to increase the strength.

For a demon weapon, many people are willing to take risks.

However, in the human world, demons are much rarer than Magical Items.

Like the Jiangyuan Spirit Peach Wood Sword in Zhou Dao's hand, it can be regarded as a Magical Item.

The White Tiger sword in the Demon Slayer's hand is barely considered a Magical Item, but in terms of quality, it is far inferior to Zhou Dao's peach wood sword.

"It's a good thing."

Zhou Dao picked up the black crossbow and played with it.

He could faintly perceive the majestic Monster Qi contained in the bow and crossbow.

This treasure, I don't know how much Heavenly and Mortal Treasures, and the soul of the dead were hardened.

"And Feather Arrows."

Zhou Dao rummaged through the ashes on the ground, and took out two black feather arrows from the skin, wrapped in silver yarn.

The black feather arrows flickered with blood patterns, exuding the aura of this gorilla, and it was unknown how many lives had been raised to raise such monsters.

Fortunately, Zhou Dao condensed into a fire pill before he was able to destroy the evil, otherwise he would not be able to stop this thing.

"Good baby, keep your self-defense." Zhou Dao grinned.

He doesn't have a deep definition of the difference between Tao, there is no Righteous & Evil in the law, people have good and evil, and if they can be used by me, it is good.

Someone has a black crossbow, and today's Zhou Dao is not afraid to face the real fire Fourth Stage master.

"It's a pity that demon." Zhou Dao sighed softly.

You must know that the dog demon is a high-level evil monster, and it can help the white-boned old man find the root of the ground dragon.

It's a pity that this dog demon was too weak, and when Zhou Dao slapped it, it turned into a muddy flesh, and even the value of the final sacrifice was lost.

"Stupid dog!"

Zhou Dao shook his head, leaned over and groped, and found another jade bottle from the remnants.

"Pure Yang Dan!?" Zhou Dao's eyes lit up.

Each red pill with cloud patterns on it exudes this faint fragrance, take a sip, and the pores all over the body are relaxed.

This is the Pure Yang Pill, the effect is very similar to the pure Yang Qi, and it is the Medicine Pill that cultivators dream of.

In the Ghost Sect, only the strength and identity of the old man with white bones can use the Pure Yang Pill for cultivation.

"Good stuff!" Zhou Dao counted, there are thirteen pure Yang Dan in the jade bottle, enough for him to use for a while.

It just made up for the gap period when the Qibao Divine Soul Fragrance was about to run out.

"What a good old man." Zhou Dao smiled and cleaned up the yard.

He doesn't care what the other party's background is.

With his current strength, he can't hide it, he can't blow it in all directions, and he sits firmly on the Diaoyutai. Anyone who comes will die.

Zhou Dao didn't know, this time it was really just a coincidence.

Of course, he is not a loss, he got a black crossbow, and a bottle of pure Yang Dan.

It is one step closer to the goal of cultivating the nine transformations of the refining realm and gathering spirits.

...

At this moment, Yuan Shaoqing is staying in the other courtyard, waiting for the good news from his uncle.

In the big vat, the heads were constantly moving, and there were hot coals around, and their mouths were slightly open, and they no longer had the strength to scream.

The hand next to him was pale, and he had already lost his soul in fright.

But they didn't even dare to take a breath. If someone showed any strangeness, the end would not be much better than the head in the tank.

It is precisely because of Yuan Shaoqing's character that the guards around him have changed one after another. As for the people in front, no one has ever seen them again.

"Wang Xuanzhi, Yuan Qingfeng, when your heads come, I will put you in my collection too."

Yuan Shaoqing grinned, with cruel eyes flashing in his eyes.

He seemed to have seen the two heads on the table, face to face with him.

"What time is it?" Yuan Shaoqing looked at the sky outside and asked suddenly.

"Go back... Go back to the young master, it's past the hour." Beside him, a subordinate hurriedly said.

"Are you scared? What are you stammering?" Yuan Shaoqing glanced at him and said coldly.

poof...

The subordinate suddenly knelt to the ground, his head was like garlic, he slammed heavily on the floor, and said tremblingly, "This subordinate should be damned, the son is spared..."

"Forget it, my son is in a good mood today, so I won't bother with you, get out of here!" Yuan Shaoqing waved his hand and looked at the sky again.

It stands to reason that with the means of the uncle, he should also come back.

hum...

Yuan Shaoqing urged Blood Qi, and a dark black talisman appeared in his palm.

This is a ghost talisman, but the uncle personally sacrificed for him with the blood Qi of his life. It can't help but contain a huge ominous power, and within a certain distance, he can communicate with the uncle.

"Uncle Shi, have you brought your head back?" Yuan Shaoqing raised the corner of his mouth with a smile, and couldn't wait to communicate.

rumbling...

At this moment, unusual fluctuations were heard from the dark-black ghost talisman, and the black energy inside was violent and manic.

"Huh?" Yuan Shaoqing's color changed suddenly, and he didn't have time to react.

The ghost talisman suddenly exploded, and the terrifying force directly sent him flying out, and the whole house collapsed with it.

The screams came one after another, and those men were caught off guard and were crushed by gravel.

In the smoke, Yuan Shaoqing was like a lost dog, afraid to come out, the force of the explosion just tore his flesh and blood, and the stench of blood splattered on the ground.

"This...it's impossible..." Yuan Shaoqing roared with round eyes, not even caring about his injuries.

The life blood Qi is annihilated, and the ghost symbol explodes out of control! ! !

What does this portend?

"Master... Uncle Shi... is dead!?"

In an instant, an unprecedented fear surged from Yuan Shaoqing's heart.