The wind was howling among the mountains, and the thick blood mist was like a raising hand to press down on the land. A frightening sound kept coming. The falling pine trees, the green weeds and green clumps were stained withered in an instant. Huang Wuming shouted angrily and rushed towards Wangchuan. The ghosts were full of ghosts, and the blood beads and magic weapons were shining in full swing. In the blink of an eye, Huang Wuming had already arrived in front of Wangchuan, slapped Wangchuan with his palm, and suddenly the majestic blood energy surged.

Wangchuan's face changed slightly, he flew back and activated the Pure Yang True Art. The true energy rushed into his limbs and bones. The hot Pure Yang True Qi instantly shook, and thunder and lightning were sucked and spitting out on the Thunder Spirit's arm. He eased to avoid Huang Wuming's attack. Wangchuan's body technique suddenly changed, turned into a meteor, and punched Huang Wuming.

Huang Wuming sneered, raised his hand and faced Wangchuan with a palm. The blood mist was like a beast, opening its huge mouth and swallowing Wangchuan into it. The blood mist invaded Wangchuan's body. The pure Yang true energy was not afraid of the blood mist at all, blocking it from the outside. As the fists and palms collided, lightning burst out with dazzling light, and the electric snake quickly wrapped around Huang Wuming's arm. The blood mist faded away layer by layer under the attack of lightning.

The white fangs appeared at the corner of Huang Wuming's mouth, and the blood bead magic weapon on his left palm hit his right arm. The blood bead magic weapon merged into his arm, and his right arm suddenly shone brightly, his arm was more than twice as thick as his majestic blood energy sprayed out from his palm. With a "bang", Wangchuan was instantly bombarded.

The blood mist hit, and Huang Wuming moved his star, and his figure appeared in front of Wangchuan again. He raised his hand and slapped Wangchuan's back. In this way, Wangchuan's body had dozens of palms in succession, and blood kept overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his face suddenly turned pale. Huang Wuming slapped out another palm, and Wangchuan fell straight to the ground. A blood arrow shot out, but it did not fall to the ground. It seemed like he was summoned, and they all flew into the blood mist. Huang Wuming absorbed Wangchuan's blood and laughed arrogantly, "Boy, you are indeed extraordinary, your essence is so pure. If you are willing to obey me, be a medicine man honestly, grandpa, I can spare your life."

"You old dog, your abacus is quite loud. If you want me to provide you with blood, you don't think about how much you have!" Wangchuan stood up, looked at Huang Wuming coldly, spat on blood foam, and a blue light appeared in his left arm. The water spirit arm appeared, communicating the spiritual power of water between heaven and earth. The Xiangjiang River, more than ten miles away, suddenly burst into huge waves, rushing straight into the sky, as if the water from the sky was tilted down.

Gradually, Wangchuan was shrouded in a blue halo, and the water spirit power around him rushed wildly. His body was lifted up by a blue wave of water and rose to the sky. The water spirit arm suddenly waved out, and only the "whistle" sound was heard. Thousands of water arrows as thick as arms flew out from the huge waves that were rising to the sky, and the water arrows were shining with a blue light.

Seeing this, Huang Wuming immediately activated the blood bead magic weapon, and the majestic blood energy was released and gathered around him. The blood mist gathered more and more, and Huang Wuming seemed to be in a huge red water ball. However, the blood mist continued to solidify, and in a blink of an eye it was like a copper wall.

"Bang bang bang!" Thousands of water arrows bombarded the huge blood ball outside the body of Huang Wuming with the power of corruption. From a distance, the blood ball was like a hedgehog that exploded with hair, and there was no strange appearance on the solid surface. At this time, the water spirit arm emitted another light, and tens of thousands of water arrows flew from the air again, constantly bombarding the blood ball.

However, the blood balls were as solid as gold, and the emperor stayed in it without any influence. Suddenly, the blood balls trembled suddenly, and a huge force shook, and the arrows and arrows around him were shaken away. The blood balls were flying towards Wangchuan like meteorites, and the fierce impact force knocked all the arrows and rains.

Wangchuan stomped his feet, and a dragon roared across the sky, and several water dragons flew out of the huge waves. The water dragon wrapped its huge body around the blood ball, and a blue airflow like flames emerged from the dragon's claws. Every dragon claw grabbed the blood ball and brought a ball of blood. The water dragon opened its mouth and sucked it, and the blood entered the dragon's belly, and the dragon's body would light up.

A strange thing appeared on the surface of the blood cell. Blood thorns pierced into the dragon's body, and the water dragon made a miserable whisper. Suddenly, the blood cells rotated under the dragon's body. The blood thorns shattered the water dragon into pieces like sharp blades. The blood light in the water dragon's body flew into the blood cell again. The surface that was originally damaged by the water dragon's grasp instantly recovered as before.

Beads of sweat were seeped out from Wangchuan's forehead. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the blood balls attacking him with a very serious expression. Although he had some insights at Fengyu Tower before, especially the understanding of the Way of Water, he was more adept at controlling the Water Spirit Pearl and could evolve some magical powers. However, Huang Wuming's blood nerve technique was too powerful, and the cultivation gap between the two sides was too great, and the power of the Water Spirit Pearl was also greatly reduced. Now that I want to break Huang Wuming's magic defense, relying on the Spirit Pearl alone is far from enough. Perhaps I have to rely on the Pure Yang Zhigang Pure Yang Sword Technique.

"The cold pond spirals and duckweeds open in Shaoyang, and the three jade flutes rotate and cut off. The flying phoenix land three steps, and the dragon and the blue waves go up to the ninth floor." Wangchuan pinched the sword technique with his hands and used the seventh sword of the Pure Yang Sword Technique, and the green waves traveled to the dragon. Suddenly, a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram was born under Wangchuan's feet. The image of water virtue and the image of fire obtained were formed. The blue and red air flow was like fire but not fire, and like water but not water. The water spiritual power and fire spiritual power between heaven and earth rushed into the Dongxu sword like a tide. A huge air flow formed outside the Dongxu sword sword, with an extremely terrifying power.

The way of Tai Chi is born from the heart, and everything is there. If you want to coexist, you will coexist; if you want to restrain each other, you will be destroyed. If it is Tai Chi, it will evolve into the ten directions. Since Wangchuan realized the Tai Chi Tao in Chiling Cave Heaven, he has been working hard to understand and practice. Now Tai Chi Tao and Tai Xuan Sutra can be integrated. He found that based on the Tai Xuan Sutra, the Pure Yang True Art and a variety of spiritual powers are superimposed together, and the power of the Pure Yang Sword Art is magnified several times.

In other words, the Taixuan Sutra is like the foundation of a building. The higher the level of Taixuan Ji practice, the more solid the foundation is; the Tai Chi Tao is like the pillars and beams of a building, which stabilizes the building, connects it to the foundation, bears its weight, and conducts it with each other; the Pure Yang True Art is like the keel of a building, supporting all the shapes inside and outside the building. The Pure Yang Sword Art, the Control of Fire God Art and the Spirit Pearl are like real objects in the building. The stronger the foundation keel and beams, the building can be carved and depicted at will.

Therefore, the Bibo Dragon Sword that Wangchuan used at this time was different from the one he had in Fengyu Tower. In the past, he used to use the Pure Yang Sword Technique, and simply relied on the Pure Yang True Art to operate the mental method of the Pure Yang True Art, and combined with the sword technique to burst out the power. The sword energy that was slashed was all pure Yang True Art. Now, with the blessing of water spiritual power, its power is even more powerful than before.

Wangchuan raised the Dongxu Sword and slashed towards the blood ball. The sound of air suddenly sounded in the sky. A majestic red and blue sword energy condensed into a giant sword and slashed on the blood ball. Time and space seemed to be stagnant, and Ouyang Feiyu, Liu Xisheng and others held their breath and were all focused. The sword energy slashed out by Wangchuan was the most strong and yang of pure Yang true energy, and the most yin and soft of water spiritual power. The blood ball was penetrated from top to bottom by a long rainbow, and then the blood ball was like a watermelon being split into two petals, revealing the red melon flesh. Huang Wuming held the blood bead magic weapon in his hand, and suddenly a "pop" sound broke, turning into a ball of blood mist. The blue black face turned white and blood spurted out.

The two blood cells exploded and turned into blood mist and swayed in the strong wind. Wangchuan made a gesture with one hand, and carried the Dongxu Sword and stepped on the two airs of water and fire, flying towards Emperor Wuming. The huge waves behind him came one after another. From a distance, Wangchuan and Emperor Wuming were like a small boat on the sea, swaying in the wind and rain. The air of water and fire swords was scattered, turning into countless Yan Birds whistling by. Before the blood mist had time to dissipate in the strong wind, they were all submerged by Yan Birds, and wisps of green smoke rose and dispersed.

Seeing that the Yanque tide had arrived, Huang Wuming's face changed drastically, and a strange seal formed, and his body suddenly turned into a blood shadow and disappeared from the spot. Wangchuan looked at the place where Huang Wuming disappeared in surprise, and his spiritual sense enveloped the four fields, looking for Huang Wuming's figure. Suddenly, he felt a slight energy fluctuation behind him. He turned around and saw that Huang Wuming's right palm had already hit him. In desperation, he raised his water spirit arm to meet him. Two huge energy collides together, and both of them flew backwards.

Hurryingly stabilized his body, Wangchuan rushed towards Huang Wuming in advance. Yan Que Chao was like a divine phoenix, making a clear cry, spreading his huge wings, slapped slightly, and rushed to Huang Wuming's body instantly. The scorching flames continued to erode the red and black blood evil energy outside Huang Wuming's body.

Huang Wuming looked undescendant, and he recited the magic tricks, his palms formed claws, and between the claws, the blood-red evil spirit condensed into a light ball, and the demonic power came out. As he shouted, "Nether Blood Evil!", the light ball suddenly burst out with endless power. With a loud bang, the Nether Blood Evil blew on the body of the Divine Phoenix like a storm. The body of the Divine Phoenix instantly collapsed and turned into flame birds and flew away. Thousands of flame birds were swallowed by the Nether Blood Evil.

The sword technique in Wangchuan's hand changed, and his body turned into a shadow to avoid the Netherworld Blood Evil. Two long blue and red air flows were dragged out from behind. The air flow drew a graceful arc in the air, and then appeared below Huang Wuming. The two energy of water and fire surged, and the Dongxu Sword pointed at the sky. Yan Bi flew to his side, turned into a tornado, swept up the wind and waves and rose to the sky, rushing away the blood Evil energy. The strongest and most yang, the most yin and softest sword energy circulated and ravaged around Huang Wuming's body. Huang Wuming activated the blood nerves of the magic craft, and the thick body suddenly turned into a strange black and red blood mist, scattering in the sword energy.

At this time, everyone on the ground was surprised and shouted that Wangchuan was worthy of being the leader of Fengyu Tower. He could kill the Great Perfect Demon of Chongxu Realm with his cultivation level alone. "The law of heaven is obvious, and the Emperor Wuming harmed his fellow disciples, and was tyrannical. He died like this. It was really a bargain for him."

"Luckily, Wangchuan is here this time, otherwise we will all die at the hands of this devil."

"The Blood God Sect ignores the laws and acts so boldly and harms the righteous cultivators to practice demon skills. I must report this to the sect leader. Such demons in the Demon Sect must be eradicated, otherwise how should we explain to the dead Taoist fellows."

"If the Demon Sect is not eliminated, I will not be a human being!"

“…”

The death of the Emperor Wuming is undoubtedly a great pleasure. These righteous monks witnessed the tragic death of their fellow disciples at the hands of the Blood God Sect. At this time, they were full of righteous indignation and criticized the various crimes of the Blood God Sect.

However, Wangchuan did not relax his vigilance. He felt that Emperor Wuming could not be defeated like this. He had witnessed the blood escape method of the old woman in the mountain village who had used the blood nerves. If Emperor Wuming was really unable to resist his attack, he could use the blood escape method to escape. There was no need to fight Wangchuan with his life.

"Be careful!" Ouyang Feiyu exclaimed. Wangchuan turned around and saw that Huang Wuming was not dead. He saw that the blood mist in the sky was quickly gathering towards a point, gradually condensing Huang Wuming's figure. At this moment, he was vague and unrecognizable, and his appearance was extremely miserable. The blood mist was still pouring into his body. It seemed like there were tens of thousands of maggots crawling on his body, which made people feel numb on his scalp.

"Oh my God, Huang Wuming suffered such a powerful sword as Wangchuan, and his body had turned into blood mist. He was not dead yet. Is he a human or a ghost?!"

"The blood nerves are so weird, so powerful! Huang Wuming practiced this kind of magic skill and simply possessed an immortal body. As long as the soul is immortal, he will not die."

"If you can't kill Emperor Wuming completely, he will definitely be entangled like a ghost, which is very troublesome. Alas, I don't know if fellow Taoist Wangchuan can destroy his soul."

“…”

The fact that Huang Wuming was not dead was like a giant hammer, pounding people's chests hard, making everyone unable to breathe. The ups and downs of life, the ups and downs, and the joys and sorrows of sorrows were fully displayed in this short hour. The fire of survival in their eyes had been extinguished, and their eyes, which were as bright as stars, became dull. They hoped that this inhuman torture could end as soon as possible, even if it was death.

Unlike these righteous monks, Wangchuan did not have complicated thoughts, and he had only one thought in his mind, which destroyed the Demon King Wuming. Seeing that Emperor Wuming's body gradually became solid, Wangchuan could not let it develop. There was no need to pay attention to the etiquette of a gentleman when dealing with such a demon. He sacrificed the Dongxu Sword and slashed towards Emperor Wuming.

"Little bastard, it's not a gentleman to take advantage of others' danger." Huang Wuming shrugged his shoulders and grinned, and smiled so that the blood and flesh on his face fell down, instantly turning into a ball of blood and merged into his body again. When the Dongxu Sword was slashed, he turned into a blood light and fled to the other side.

"You demon, you are so embarrassed to talk about the gentleman's etiquette. It really makes people lose their teeth." Wangchuan drove the Dongxu Sword to chase Huang Wuming. Every time the Dongxu Sword arrived, Huang Wuming turned into a blood light to avoid it. After several rounds and turns, Wangchuan felt a little irritable. Huang Wuming's body became more and more solid and his momentum became stronger and stronger.

"It's not that easy to kill me." Huang Wuming turned into blood light and kept changing directions in the air.

"The blood god sect's escape skill is worthy of being the best in the world." Wangchuan made a fuss in his heart, urging the Pure Yang True Art and the Fire Control God Art, and at the same time, he controlled the Thunder Spirit Pearl and the Water Spirit Pearl. The water spirit arm showed a strange appearance, red and hot flames, blue and cold water vapor, and light purple and bursting lightning appeared on his arms at the same time.

The left arm punched the sky, and saw three-color light rising into the sky, running straight through the sky, and then the wind and clouds changed color. The sky suddenly dimmed, with thunder and clouds spreading, lightning and thunder, and the strong wind stirred the thunder clouds, and the clouds stretched out, and the vortex was like a closed eye, suddenly opened, and purple light shot out from it, and the rumbling thunder sounded throughout the sky, and the entire black thunder clouds in the sky turned purple, and a heavy breath of extinction suddenly came, with the tension and urgency of the black clouds pressing against the city, which made it difficult to breathe.

In the space under the thunder clouds, feminine water spiritual power surged in. I saw the transparent air rays filled with light, but it was colorless but colored, with a faint blue light. Huang Wuming suddenly felt something was wrong, turned into blood light, and wanted to escape from this space.

However, the flowing light was like weaving a net of heaven and earth, dividing the space. In the blink of an eye, the flowing light became thicker, and the azure light shone brightly. It continued to breathe several times and disappeared smoothly. A blocked ice wall appeared, and the entire space was divided into several small spaces. The blood light fled in the small space, but the range of movement was compressed to become smaller and smaller. Huang Wuming rushed to the sky and wanted to cross the high ice wall, but failed to get what he wanted. The thick ice wall rose wildly until it reached the thunder clouds.

The strong wind suddenly stopped, the air no longer flowed, the earth became extremely quiet, the atmosphere was extremely depressed, and everyone abandoned their concentration and turned to the air. Suddenly, a raging fire ignited in the small space, and the heavy thunder clouds and purple lights were thousands of feet high, as if the sky had been poked a hole, and the water of the sky was surging and leaked down.

"Boom!" The five thunders thunders thundered, shaking the earth. Everyone felt the earth tremble violently, the space swayed violently, and Huang Wuming disappeared in the thunder light in the sky. I don't know how long it took, the lightning disappeared, the wind and clouds dissipated, the ice wall collapsed, and as the flames burned, it turned into a pouring rain, hitting the ground in waves.

The ground was unbearable and gradually sunk. The fire went out and the rain stopped suddenly. A huge lake appeared in a few miles. The lake surface was sparkling and very calm.

Wangchuan stood by the lake and let out a long breath. His whole body was wet with sweat, and the true energy in the Yuan Mansion was almost dry. A green light fell from his head. Ouyang Feiyu, Xia Zhixue and others came to him. Liu Xisheng made another resurrection technique to Wangchuan, and a red light suddenly floated above Wangchuan's head.

"Wangchuan, this old dog should be dead!" Liu Xisheng asked with a look.

Wangchuan shook his head, took a few deep breaths, wiped the sweat on his face, staring at the lake, his expression still a little solemn, "Huang Wuming is not that easy to die. He is hiding under this lake. This old dog thought I could not sense his existence, but he didn't know that this lake can be used by me, even if a tiny grain of sand rolled, it would not escape my spiritual consciousness."

"It's really like a bed bug, and you can't even beat it to death." Liu Xisheng complained.

Wangchuan looked at the lake and sneered, "I wonder if you have noticed that once Huang Wuming has no new blood intake and his body has not been destroyed once, when he condenses, his cultivation will drop to a realm. Although I don't know how powerful the blood nerves are, based on this alone, Huang Wuming cannot escape from the palm of my hand."

Ouyang Feiyu reminded him, "The blood nerves are too weird, Wangchuan, you still can't take it lightly."

"Don't worry, you take care of those people." Wangchuan used his exercises and shouted to the lake: "Huang Wuming, you are the elder of the Blood God Sect, how can you shrink your head and turtle? Get out quickly and don't dirty the autumn water of this lake."

The lake surface was still calm and there was no turbulence. Wangchuan's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "The emperor has no life, can he still ask me to catch you out in person?"

Huang Wuming still refused to come out. Wangchuan stretched out his palms, and the air suddenly cooled down. A cold white air was emitting above the lake surface. The lake water began to freeze from outside to inside, from shallow as deep as it was. During several breaths, the lake water had condensed into ice, but there was a spring in the middle of the lake still emitting white air.
Chapter completed!