Yingguan, Shuangxian Temple.

In the half of the city that had not been illuminated in red, heavy rain poured down, causing the tiles to crackle.

In the Taozu Hall, a white-haired Taoist priest with an upright figure was sitting on a futon.

It had its head lowered, and under its shriveled face, there were insects burrowing in and out, like thin blood lines.

"There is another living person... tsk tsk, the body is so clean, chewy and chewy, it must taste good!"

The white-haired Taoist priest raised his head, his eyes, mouth and nose were all filled with huge holes of blood, which seemed like they could never be filled.

He held a skull in both hands and sipped it carefully, sucking in the warm turbid liquid.

Every drop is drunk, nothing is wasted.

He was facing outside the door, and five flesh worms were kneeling inside the threshold.

There were men and women, all of whom were stripped of their clothes, and their whole bodies were naked.

Their hands and feet were wrapped with bloody threads, unable to move.

Three of them had their heads removed, leaving only headless bodies.

There was also a man and a woman who were not killed for the time being and still maintained their sanity.

But it wasn't a good thing. The two people witnessed the cruel scene of the white-haired Taoist priest, who was like a demon eating human brains.

Their minds were almost completely broken, from yelling and cursing at the beginning to crying and begging for mercy.

Eventually he became incoherent and crazy.

"You go and catch that mouthful of blood food. Hehe, I have been a poor man for so long, so long, that I have never seen such a good thing!

Zhao Rusong, you stubborn man!

When Pindao escapes from poverty and converts to the disciples of Nu Zun again... I will smash your Yin body and draw out your essence.

Put it in the soul lamp and burn it for decades! Hundreds of years!"

The white-haired Taoist priest sometimes looks like a monster, gloomy and terrifying, and sometimes looks like a devil, very evil.

He raised his hand and pointed, and several lines of blood shot out like red flames, piercing into the two headless corpses.

It was like a long insect crawling in quickly along the crack in the neck.

Not long after, the flesh and blood of the three corpses squirmed, like countless little mice scurrying back and forth under the skin.

This insect seems to have the ability to divide itself. After eating the internal organs inside the body,

It surges like a sea of ​​maggots, filling the empty skin.

It only takes a moment to fall into the eyes of outsiders.

The body, as dry as paper, suddenly became plump and powerful as if it were inflated.

Even the head that was originally removed suddenly sprouted a circle of fine granulation.

It's buzzing, like growing fruit.

A new head actually grew out of the crack in his neck.

The outline of his facial features is no different from before.

It's just that his expression is a bit rigid and his face is very pale, like a zombie.

"Follow...order."

These three "resurrected from the dead" corpses spoke one word at a time.

The numb tongue gradually became softer, and the thin blood gradually became fuller.

As the blood-thread-like worms continue to divide, twist and change, replacing the internal organs.

The inspiration within the temple swept across like a tide, pouring into the body that became a corpse puppet.

Wow!

The rich inspiration visible to the naked eye rushed into the skin.

In an instant, the Qi is obeyed, the meridians are opened, and the blood is exchanged.

Once, twice, three times, four times...it didn't stop until seven times.

"This is the power of creation of Lord Nu, which allows ordinary people to glimpse the way to immortality..."

The white-haired Taoist priest had a look of intoxication in his eyes, and his shriveled body seemed to be stimulated by some evil force.

Suddenly expanded!

Countless maggot-like blood-threaded insects instantly filled the skeletal body.

The skin and flesh sitting on the futon were torn apart and then recovered as before.

This goes on and on.

Until it became bigger than the statues in the Daozu Hall, looking bloated and disgusting, like a flesh-and-blood giant made of bugs, fat, and dirt.

"Wu Zun! This poor Taoist will definitely offer you a great sacrifice of human and animal sacrifices! Please give me the immortal Taoist fruit that will allow me to become an immortal!"

The white-haired Taoist priest had seven or eight layers of flesh on his chin, his lips opened and closed silently, and he closed his eyes in prayer.

Then, he raised his hand and pulled out another human head.

The blood fountain gushed out like a water column.

Boom, boom.

The white-haired Taoist opened his mouth and bit it into pieces.

It seems to be chewing carefully and savoring the taste.

…

…

call!

Ji Yuan gently exhaled the breath he held in his mouth, and the pores all over his body opened.

It is no longer like a golden lock and a jade lock, tightly suppressing the majestic energy and blood in the body.

Boom!

Within the body, six energy meridians are running like thunder.

It’s like opening the floodgates to release the flood, it’s unstoppable!

Wow!

The mighty wind soared like a dragon into the sky, suddenly breaking away the heavy rain that shrouded the city gate.

The big droplets of water crackled and exploded, like a bead curtain being torn apart and a gauze curtain falling.

Winter! Winter winter! Winter winter winter——

The heartbeat beats like a big drum, bursts of sound!

When Feng came to the top of the building, everything was empty.

There was only one figure, sitting on it as majestic as a mountain.

The blazing flames penetrated the skin, and the waves surged like a rising tide, like a raging wave crashing onto a reef.

The waves rise and fall, lifting up a huge oven.

As Ji Yuan exhaled and inhaled, his hot breath sprang up like fire, stirring up the wind and clouds like an invisible hand.

Black clouds, lightning, thunder and fire, the sky.

Everything was stained red!

The undisguised and unchecked strong energy, just like Ji Yuan's mind, is rising steadily.

It was as if the sun was shining brightly on half of the city.

The camp that has been in the underworld for seven hundred years!

It’s like the sky is bright!

"Is this really... the scene of breaking through the third heaven?"

Pei Tu downstairs was stunned and in disbelief.

There were only four words left in his mind.

The power of heaven is mighty!

To know.

Ji Baihu is only a second-level martial artist!

How could there be such a fight?

It's like opening up the sea of ​​​​qi with a fourth-level heavenly warrior and going through a thunderstorm?
To be continued...