Chapter 252: Demonic Shadows Everywhere

"Peng" sound.

One of the Buddhist beads on Yuanming's wrist suddenly exploded, and a semi-transparent light curtain appeared on the tall and thin monk's body, with countless pale gold Sanskrit characters flowing on its surface.

As soon as the faint blood shadow hit it, it was bounced away as if it had encountered a nemesis.

"Blood Shadow Technique, you are Zhu Wuyan of the Moluo Sect!"

Seeing this, the tall and thin monk's expression changed drastically. After a roar, dense pale silver patterns appeared on his face. He shook his shoulders, and with two "hu hu" punches, he smashed at the blood shadow from a distance.

"Pu," "pu."

Two silver lion head phantoms rolled out wildly from his two fists.

"This is the Buddhist cultivation technique, somewhat interesting."

The blood shadow turned into by Zhu Wuyan just twisted its body, and the whole person suddenly disappeared from the original place.

The two silver lion head phantoms roared wildly in the nearby void, and dazzling silver light exploded. The nearby air suddenly became extremely hot, and the nearby flowers and plants withered and turned yellow.

Almost at the same time, blood winds blew from all directions, and a faint blood shadow could be faintly seen, appearing and disappearing in the wind.

Yuantong, who was originally fighting with the gray-white figure, was also startled and retracted his fist, retreating two steps upon hearing the name "Zhu Wuyan."

He naturally had heard of the power of this famous madman of the Moluo Sect long ago.

That gray-white figure also shot backward at this time, plunging into the blood wind, and the blood shadow turned into by Zhu Wuyan disappeared completely in the wind.

The next moment, a wild wind blew in the surroundings, and blood-colored wind walls appeared. At the same time, after rolling and condensing toward the center, they turned into a blood-colored hurricane that shot into the sky, trapping the two monks tightly in the center.

At this time, a cold voice came from the wind.

"Blood-Absorbing Chiyang Dafa."

As soon as the words fell, the two monks only felt an eerie suction coming from the surrounding void, and the blood in their bodies instantly boiled, as if living things, desperately pouring out of their bodies. Their skin turned bright red like blood, as if they were about to explode and spray out the next moment.

The two monks chanted Buddhist names repeatedly, but still, in a short moment, their faces turned red and their ears red, and dense blood threads appeared on their bodies.

This was because both of them had achieved success in body refining. If it were ordinary Qi Refinement disciples, their blood would have already exploded and died by now.

The tall and thin monk threw out several defensive talismans in succession, turning into several layers of colorful light shields on their bodies, and even ruthlessly crushed several Buddhist beads on his wrist, turning them into a thick light curtain close to milky white.

But their blood was still boiling incessantly, and it didn't have much effect at all.

The two monks stimulated their body refining techniques to the extreme. Not only did their skin turn gold and silver, but popping sounds kept coming from their bodies, but they still couldn't avoid their blood vessels bulging all over their bodies, and their expressions were extraordinarily ugly.

Just as the tall and thin monk took a deep breath and solemnly took out a white bone piece from his sleeve, intending to do something.

Figures flickered in the hurricane, and three gray-white figures walked out strangely. Each figure had only one arm, but in the other hand, there was a blood-covered long blade.

The three long blades twisted and blurred incessantly in the blood light, and faintly there was a trace of black Qi entangled on them, and from time to time, strange cries that made people feel annoyed and chaotic were emitted.

"Blood-Transforming Demon Blade! Zhu Wuyan, you madman, do you really want to be at odds with us two to the death? Our Diamond Temple is not lacking in means to subdue demons and eliminate devils!"

Seeing the blood-colored long blades in the hands of the three gray-white figures, the tall and thin monk's eyelids jumped repeatedly, and he shouted angrily at the opposite side.

"Blood-Transforming Demon Blade, this is the famous demonic secret technique of Blood Smoke Ancestor!" Yuantong was also startled. After quickly glancing at the blood blades in the hands of the three figures, he hurriedly took out a pale green jade ruyi magic tool from his sleeve.

"Hmph, count your two bald donkeys' lives as bad. I'm in a bad mood these two days, and I just want to find someone to vent my anger on.

You two look like you have some ability. Whatever means you have, just display them." In the blood-colored hurricane, Zhu Wuyan's gloomy voice came, filled with a deep malice.

The tall and thin monk Yuanming hummed, his mouth moving slightly as he transmitted his voice to his junior brother.

"Junior brother, put away your magic tool. This Blood-Transforming Demon Blade is condensed from filthy blood and specializes in defiling various magic tools. Let me deal with it.

I will entangle Zhu Wuyan. You find an opportunity to use a second-rank talisman to break this Blood-Absorbing Chiyang Dafa. As long as this restriction is broken, without worries, I will immediately unseal the seal and kill this madman with Foundation Establishment means."

"What, senior brother, you want to unseal the seal now? It hasn't reached that point yet." Upon hearing this, Yuantong's expression changed slightly, and he transmitted his voice back.

"This fellow has such a big reputation, even ranking above several Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Moluo Sect. Ordinary means are definitely useless. Even if we can use other means to temporarily force him back, I'm afraid we will be entangled by him.

Now the treasure is right in front of us, and it must not be ruined by this thief for junior brother's sake." Yuanming replied decisively, crushing the bone piece in his hand.

A ball of gold light appeared, and waves of Sanskrit sounds came out. After the gold light rolled and condensed, it turned into a golden long stick.

This gold stick was half a zhang long, its middle part was extraordinarily smooth, and both ends were covered with dense silver Sanskrit characters. The tall and thin monk grabbed it in his hand and strode to meet the three gray-white figures.

Seeing this, Yuantong could only chant a Buddhist name, put away the jade ruyi in his hand, and instead took out a page of old-looking pale yellow scripture from his bosom.

Zhu Wuyan, hiding in the blood-colored hurricane, couldn't help but sneer upon seeing this. In his hand, he was also holding a pitch-black blade handle with only a small half of the blade body left.

Just at this moment, thunder roared in the high sky.

A dozen silver-white electric arcs, as thick as an arm, fell from the sky without any warning, arriving above the blood-colored hurricane.

After the continuous "boom" loud noises, the blood-colored hurricane instantly collapsed and vanished as if it had encountered a nemesis.

Zhu Wuyan jumped into the sky in shock, but immediately there was another thunderbolt, and a silver arc as thick as a bowl mouth struck the blood shadow he had turned into instantly, too late to dodge even a fraction.

A miserable scream!

The blood mist on Zhu Wuyan's body was struck away, and he fell heavily from mid-air, scorched all over. But when he was about to land, his body rolled with blood mist again, plunging directly into the nearby land and disappearing.

"Eh, this little benefactor has some ability. After being struck by the Demon-Subduing Divine Thunder, he actually still has the strength to escape. Could it be that the strength of the Qi Refinement juniors is so astonishing now?"

Just when Yuanming and Yuantong were full of surprise, an old monk wearing a kasaya floated down slowly from mid-air, saying with a kind face, but a trace of surprise was faintly revealed in his eyes.

After Yuanming and Yuantong looked at each other, both had some surprise and suspicion in their hearts.

Finally, monk Yuanming let out a light breath, holding the golden stick in one hand, and bowed slightly to the old monk from a distance, asking with some vigilance:

"Amitabha, thank you, great master, for your help. May I ask, great master, who are you..." ===== CHAPTER 253 =====