Chapter Eighty-Seven: Within the Demon Gate, there is no class
Where does Yi Chu have the time to talk about this inferior thing, the disciples of Taihao Sect are not one or two that he killed, and it is not a big deal if there is one more edict to the mountain god.
The magic trick urged, and the broken blood bead hit Zhu Naizhen's big head, if he hit this time, then Zhu Naizhen would at least drop 10,000 peach blossoms!
"Grandpa spares his life, grandpa spares his life, as long as grandpa can spare the life of the little surname, I am willing to offer the natal spirit. Zhu Naizhen watched this fierce god kill him, and couldn't help but be shocked and afraid, at this time, where did he dare to make a mistake, and at the moment when Yi Chu fell into the bead, he was busy begging for mercy.
Handing over the natal spirit is equivalent to giving your net worth and surname. Yi Chu looked at this fat-headed and big-eared thing, groaned slightly, and with a little finger, the broken blood bead flew above Zhu Naizhen's head, and the blood light shone brightly, and the murderous aura struck people.
"Are you telling the truth?" Yi Chu glanced at Zhu Naizhen and asked lightly.
Zhu Naizhen, who breathed a sigh of relief, fell to his knees on the ground with a sigh of relief, kowtowed again and again like pounding garlic and said: "Shangxian, adult, what the little one says is from the bottom of his heart, as long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to give the natal spirit to me, and I will eventually be a slave of the great immortal." ”
"In that case, then give it up. "Although this Zhu Naizhen looks very honest, Yi Chu is not a person who just looks at his appearance, and at the moment when he said this, the broken blood bead was even more pressed down by three points!
"Whew", Zhu Naizhen opened his big mouth and spit out violently, and a mini pig formed by a little bit of white light appeared in front of Zhu Naizhen. Looking at the fat-headed and fat-brained little pig, Yi Chu knew a little more about the origin of this inferior product.
Zhu Naizhen's Yuan Spirit was handed over, but as a new Yi Chu, he didn't know what method to use to suppress this natal Yuan Spirit for a while. After hesitating for a while, Yi Chu pressed the broken blood bead down again, and shouted in a deep voice: "Zhu Naizhen, do you know this natal spirit suppression technique?"
Zhu Naizhen, who was panicking, never thought that this guy would be a new hand! Looking at the blood-breaking blood bead above his head, and feeling the endless pressure emitted by this broken blood bead, a thought suddenly appeared in Zhu Naizhen's heart.
Bad luck, bad luck, it's really bad to go out today. Looking at this evil star's magic weapon, at least it has harmed thousands of people, and as a person in the Demon Dao, he doesn't even know the suppression technique of the natal primordial spirit, which can only show that this master is murderous, and he has never left a living mouth in his hand.
Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Immeasurable Demon Clan, you two bosses must protect me from this murderous demon no matter what.
Zhu Naizhen, who thought he had a plan, didn't wait for Yi Chu to ask again, so he hurriedly replied respectfully: "My lord, this natal primordial spirit suppression technique is very simple, as long as you put my natal primordial spirit in a magic weapon, you can decide the life and death of a small one at any time." ”
Suppression in the ritual weapon? How does this come about. On Yi Chu's body, who was groaning in his heart, the red blood light couldn't help but be a little more victorious.
"My lord, I have already refined a small suppression magic weapon here, and I would like to ask you to examine it. Zhu Naizhen, who was worried, was afraid that Yi Chu would regret it and kill him at once, so without waiting for Yi Chu to speak, he took out a cyan square card from the bag and led it towards the natal primordial spirit he spit out, and the primordial spirit fell into the square card.
"My lord, it's done. Zhu Naizhen carefully held up the card and said respectfully to Yi Chu. Zhu Naizhen, who was holding the square card, probably never thought that the square card he refined himself to suppress the Yuan Spirit would finally suppress his natal Yuan Spirit.
Looking at Zhu Naizhen, who was full of pleading, Yi Chu was no longer polite, and reached out to take the Zhenling card in his hand. Yi Chu, who was afraid that Zhu Naizhen had some bad intentions, was even more tossed after getting the Zhenling card.
As the mountain god of Zhu Yunfeng of this Longdang Mountain, Zhu Naizhen also has a cave on this Zhu Yun Peak. However, this place is not so much a cave, which is a slightly larger cave. Stone tables, stone benches and other utensils are also readily available.
Under the guidance of Zhu Naizhen, he came to this cave halfway up the mountain, and Yi Chu was not polite, and directly moved here to live with Zhu Naizhen. And Zhu Naizhen, who has been demoted to a servant, naturally does not dare to have the slightest hint of disobedience.
"I'm going to practice some immortal methods these days, and you give me the Dharma protector here in Zhu Yunfeng. If you dare to have the slightest bad intention, I will let your soul fly away!" This is the warning that Yi Chu gave to Zhu Naizhen after using his natal spirit to toss Zhu Naizhen.
For the strong and domineering Yi Chu, the unlucky mountain god Zhu Naizhen can only admit it. He can't admit it, his real name is Yuan Ling in Yi Chu's hands, and he has no means to resist at all.
After accepting such a subordinate, Yi Chu didn't take it to heart. After refining the Blood Breaking Bead, Yi Chu realized how superficial his understanding of the way of cultivation was, and even the method of suppressing the Yuan Spirit had to be provided by the person who was suppressed.
After sending Zhu Naizhen to the outer cave to guard, Yi Chu took out all the Dao and Demon Dao books he obtained, and at this time, he urgently needed to make up for the knowledge of cultivation.
The blood coagulation recipe of the Blood Killer and the Blood Immortal Son are similar, both of which introduce the mental method of cultivating the blood condensation technique, as well as the methods of some imperial envoys to break the blood beads and bloodthirsty flags, as well as the methods of sacrificial refining of these two magic weapons.
Because he had successfully refined the Blood Breaking Bead, the first thing Yi Chu looked at was the Blood Killing Son's Blood Coagulation Technique. After carefully studying this Taoist book, Yi Chu felt that his previous application of the Blood Breaking Bead was really a bit overkill and ruined the heavens!
The biggest effect of the Blood Breaking Bead is not to smash people, but to absorb people's minds and shake the opponent's will.
Compared with the Broken Blood Bead, the Bloodthirsty Banner is inferior. Although its power is not small, it is mainly used to collect the blood of human and beast essence and condense it into blood skeletons, which is used against the enemy.
"In the Demon Gate, there is no class of teaching, those who become born live and those who fail die!" Turning the last page, seventeen words that seemed to be condensed with blood flashed in front of Yi Chu's eyes. Looking at these seventeen words full of murderous intent, Yi Chu's heart trembled.
There is no class of teaching, those who become born live and those who do not die if they do not! chewing these few words, Yi Chu couldn't help but shudder, and there was a chill on his body.
What does the Demon Gate look like, and what does it mean to be a Demon Gate? One question after another kept passing through Yi Chu's heart.
Under the deep groan, Yi Chu, who had never been able to grasp the essentials, finally threw away the blood coagulation recipe, and casually picked up the blood coagulation recipe of the blood plutoon. After reading the repair method of the bloodthirsty banner with taste, the seventeen words that appeared in the book of the blood killing son blood coagulation recipe appeared in front of his eyes again.
"Within the Demon Gate, there is no class of teaching, those who become born live and those who do not die!"
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