My Master is a God - Chapter 699
[Chapter 699 Becoming the New Master]
The three-year-old Blood Evil Child disappeared from Yang Yiyun’s eyes, and was replaced by a three-meter-tall monster.
It was obvious that Shanmu Taoist Mo Wang used a secret technique to turn the Blood Evil Child into a three-headed and six-armed one.
The bloody smell was like a sea of blood and corpses, which was very scary to perceive, making Yang Yiyun tremble with fear.
Fortunately, he could use magic power in the screen space, and he had the obsession fighting skills of more than sixty out-of-body monks, so he was still confident.
What’s more, all the trump cards were used, even if there were three heads and six arms, he would not be afraid at all.
“Wow~”
The three-meter-tall Blood Evil Child let out a strange cry.
The entire screen space was shocked.
Yang Yiyun’s heart moved, and he waved his hand to order the sixty-four obsessions to attack. He didn’t believe that the sixty-four obsession fighting skills plus his own strength could not defeat the Blood Evil Child. The
Blood Evil Child held a short sword and rushed towards Yang Yiyun with a bloody aura.
Yang Yiyu also used 64 obsession combat skills to attack. The
powerful Blood Evil Child fought with 63 glazed lights and a shadow man.
“Wow~Roar~”
The Blood Evil Child was surrounded by the obsessions of 64 out-of-body monks and roared.
Standing not far away, Yang Yiyu saw the obsessions of 64 out-of-body monks turned into glazed lights surrounding the Blood Evil Child. Each stream of light was different, as if there were a hundred ways of change, and it was very beautiful in the shining.
But he understood that this was a fight between the two sides.
In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed to be huge and gorgeous, but in fact it was a sword and shadow, extremely dangerous.
The six arms of the Blood Evil Child roared, and various magic weapons appeared in his hands, constantly attacking dozens of glazed lights or the obsessions of the out-of-body monks.
The fight between the two sides seemed to be evenly matched.
Yang Yiyu knew that the Blood Evil Child was more powerful.
But in terms of quantity, the Blood Evil Child was not dominant. After becoming a three-headed and six-armed child, his strength really increased greatly.
Taoist Shanmu Mowang, who was hiding behind the Blood Evil Child, saw that the Blood Evil Child resisted all attacks without losing the upper hand. His face, which had turned pale due to the use of blood essence by performing secret methods, suddenly became ruddy. He laughed and said, “Good boy, kill them, kill Yang Yiyu~”
Taoist Shanmu became proud and shouted for the Blood Evil Child to kill Yang Yiyu. The Blood Evil Child he used thousands of infants to sacrifice was not that simple. Before, he was frightened because he killed thirteen Yuanying early stage cultivators in a single encounter with dozens of colored glaze lights. Now he
finally felt confident when he saw that the Blood Evil Child had the upper hand.
Yang Yiyu heard Taoist Shanmu’s shouting and immediately became furious: “Old bastard, I don’t bother you, but you are showing off.”
Just now, Yang Yiyu thought about who was stronger between the obsession of the sixty-four out-of-body cultivators and the Blood Evil Child, and didn’t rush to take action. In a blink of an eye, the old immortal became rampant.
Indeed, the obsessions of the sixty-four out-of-body cultivators were entangled by the blood evil infants, but that was all. It was not an overwhelming advantage. The old immortal Shanmu Taoist was so arrogant.
“Look, I’ll kill you~”
Yang Yiyun was full of resentment towards Shanmu Taoist Mo Wang. Just the fact that he used thousands of infants to sacrifice the skulls of blood evil infants was enough to kill him ten thousand times.
With a curse, he used the “Close to the World” skill, disappeared from the spot, and rushed towards Shanmu Taoist Mo Wang.
Although Shanmu Taoist had an evil object like the blood evil infant and was at the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he could not use his magic power here. Just for this reason, Yang Yiyun, who was at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, would kill him.
Anyway, from this moment on, the blood evil infant was entangled by the obsessions of the sixty-four out-of-body cultivators and could not split himself, so this was a good time to kill Shanmu Taoist Mo Wang.
The Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand shone with silver light, and the chill was strong. He mobilized the Xuanhuang Sword Qi, and appeared three meters in front of Shanmu Taoist Mowang like lightning. He raised the Dragon Slaying Sword and chopped down at Shanmu Taoist Mowang.
“Ah~Puff~”
A scream sounded, accompanied by a dull puff.
Shanmu Taoist died instantly, and his Yuanying did not escape the disaster and died directly.
Yang Yiyu held the Dragon Slaying Sword and stared wide-eyed.
His face was full of shock.
He never thought that this sword would directly kill Shanmu Taoist Mowang, and even his Yuanying would turn into ashes.
“Is this my sword?”
Yang Yiyu looked at Shanmu Taoist who fell to the ground and broke into two halves.
Unbelievable.
From beginning to end, he never thought that he could kill Shanmu Taoist Mowang, a master at the peak of the middle stage of Yuanying,
with one sword. But the fact was in front of him, Shanmu Taoist was indeed killed by him with one sword.
Even if the opponent’s magic power was suppressed in the annihilation space, he should not be killed so easily.
For a short time, Yang Yiyun felt that his brain was not enough.
But at this moment, a voice sounded in his ear, which finally relieved his heart and solved his doubts.
“Young master, quickly use the blood sacrifice method to imprison the blood evil child. The blood evil child without the master will be more violent and full of resentment.”
This voice is really the voice of the “old ghost”.
Yang Yiyun suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Shanmu Taoist Mowang was easily killed by him with one sword. It turned out that it was the old ghost, the mountain spirit of Luofu Mountain, who helped him.
Think about it, as the mountain spirit of Luofu Mountain, the old ghost is equivalent to the spirit of the magic weapon. In the magic weapon space of Luofu Mountain, the suppression of the power of annihilation is naturally ineffective against him. On the contrary, the old ghost can call on the power of the entire magic weapon space of Luofu Mountain to help him kill a Shanmu Taoist.
It must be that the old ghost used some means just now to make Shanmu Taoist unable to move and unable to dodge his sword, so he was killed in one second and was split in half and destroyed.
At this moment, Yang Yiyun heard the old ghost talking, and he also knew that the old ghost helped to suppress the evil blood evil child of Shanmu Taoist again.
Without time to think about it, a drop of blood appeared on Yang Yiyun’s fingertips, and he pinched the magic formula with his hand, silently reciting the secret method to use the blood sacrifice method.
As soon as he turned around, he saw the old ghost floating above the head of the blood evil child, and the obsessions of the sixty-four out-of-body monks were like ropes around the blood evil child.
At this time, the blood evil child could not move at all, and could only wave his three heads and six arms and roar continuously.
“Wow wow wow ~”
The wow wow sounds were extremely harsh and made people extremely irritated.
Obviously, the blood evil child was suppressed by the old ghost and the obsessions of the sixty-four monks.
From a distance, Yang Yiyu found that the blood evil child’s eyes were still blood red, but they were not as dull as before. Instead, they were replaced by endless hostility and resentment, mixed with a little spirituality.
He knew that this was because the blood evil child was no longer under control after the master Shanmu Taoist was killed, and the accumulated resentment and hostility were completely released.
In other words, what the old ghost said was right. The blood evil child who lost control was even more terrifying.
If it is not stopped, it may go berserk.
The old ghost asked him to use the blood sacrifice, in fact, he wanted him to refine the blood evil child infant and become the new owner of the evil blood evil child infant.
Yang Yiyu hated Shanmu Taoist for using thousands of infants to kill the blood evil child infant, but he didn’t expect that he would become the owner of the blood evil child infant. There
was resistance in his heart. After pinching the spell with both hands, Yang Yiyu hesitated.
If he refined the blood evil child infant and became the new owner of the blood evil child infant, wouldn’t he be the same as the old bastard Shanmu Taoist who had lost all conscience?
While he was hesitating, the blood evil child infant raised his head and roared: “Wow~Roar~”
This long roar was deafening.
It made Yang Yiyu feel unstable.
“Young master, hurry up, it will be disrupted if you delay. This blood evil baby is an evil thing bred by the innate resentment and resentment of thousands of infants. If it loses control, it will cause a big mess. It must be refined and controlled.” The old ghost’s voice sounded anxiously.
Yang Yiyu stopped and his heart tightened. Then he sighed in his heart, without any hesitation, he moved the spell in his hand, and a drop of blood flew into the blood evil child’s brow.
“Wow~ Roar roar roar~”
When Yang Yiyu’s blood flew into the blood evil child’s brow, the blood evil child let out a series of unwilling roars, as if he didn’t want to be controlled by others.
Yang Yiyu kept making spells with both hands, and the blood sacrifice method was performed. As the hand seals of one hand were cast, the roar of the blood evil child gradually disappeared, and blood flashed all over his body.
After a few minutes, Yang Yiyu’s blood sacrifice was completed, and the blood mist on the blood evil child’s body slowly dissipated.
Standing in the field was a barefoot child, still three years old, holding a dagger in his little hand, looking at Yang Yiyu with curious eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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