freenovelworld Chapter 100 Taking Mosquito Taoist Away from the Sea of Blood
Chapter 100 Taking Mosquito Taoist Away from the Sea of Blood
On the shores of a sea of blood.
"It smells so good, just let me take a whiff, just one whiff."
Mosquito Taoist was ten feet off the ground. His hidden wings spread behind him, and though his legs did not move, his speed was no less than that of Black Lotus, who was running with both legs outstretched.
She stretched her arm out in front of her.
The twelfth-grade black lotus nearly killed him as he fled.
This isn't just a matter of taking one puff; one puff and you'll drop several levels!
Dressed in white and barefoot, Jinna Luo's face was deathly pale. She stood beside Yang Jiao, supporting herself on her legs and panting, her eyes filled with confusion.
Why would this evil innate spiritual treasure chase after me?
He was puzzled and asked Yang Jiao:
"Sister, Master often praises me as the kindest among my fellow disciples, but why does this black lotus only chase after me and not you?"
Yang Jiao's palms were sweaty.
Heart Road:
"Because you're Wutian! Tell me why I pursued you and not me?!"
The difference between good and evil lies in a single thought.
Yang Jiao carefully considered her words, not wanting to offend the person in front of her, and comforted him:
"It's just a coincidence, don't take it to heart."
As soon as she finished speaking,
Yang Jian then began to offer his insights:
"It's no coincidence. It's because you planted weeds that mosquitoes came and caused my grandma to be taken away."
"It would be strange if this Black Lotus didn't chase after you."
Erlang's little mouth was all pouting.
Yang Jiao silently moved Yang Jian a little further away from Wutian.
The Mosquito Taoist and the Twelve-Petaled Black Lotus left afterimages, too blurry for the eyesight of those present to see clearly.
She only felt occasional gusts of wind that lifted her hair.
suddenly!
Here, a sea of blood surges, and the waves bring forth a heavy, bloody storm.
For a moment,
An oppressive aura descended from the sky, seemingly freezing the surrounding air.
Yang Jiao felt a sharp pain in her chest and was unsteady on her feet. She could see with her own eyes that her younger brother's face had turned pale.
In the center of that sea of blood, a whirlpool rose up, from which emerged an old man with a long beard.
Yang Jiao glanced at them, then pressed the other two little ones down to the ground with one hand, speechless:
"Ancestor Styx..."
The Styx Ancestor rose from the sea of blood, his eyes gleaming, staring intently at the twelfth-grade black lotus, his laughter causing ripples to spread across the surrounding sea of blood.
"Hahaha, the innate spiritual treasure, the twelfth-grade black lotus! A fragment of the Chaos Green Lotus has taken human form, carrying the Demon Ancestor's inherited treasure, and I've finally found it!"
As soon as he spoke...
Even the mosquito-like beings dared not move.
He lives off the sea of blood, and the Styx is the master of the sea of blood; their relationship is like that of a farmer and a badger.
It immediately transformed into a tiny mosquito, quickly flew to Yang Jiao's neck, and whispered:
"This old man has been chasing me for thousands of years. I can't beat him... You smell pretty good too."
Yang Jiao immediately got goosebumps!
This guy, after absorbing too much filthy blood, only gains cultivation but lacks intelligence. If he were to take a bite, he'd probably be gone in an instant.
He hurriedly said:
"Don't suck me!"
"After I get out, I'll let you inhale even more incense."
Hearing something even more fragrant, the mosquito's long, thin proboscis straightened, its two little claws rubbing its proboscis like a fly rubbing its hands, its eyes sparkling.
Just as Yang Jiao breathed a sigh of relief after sensing that the Mosquito Taoist had no interest in sucking her blood, even greater pressure began to mount.
In the midst of the boundless sea of blood, the Styx Ancestor reached the shore in the blink of an eye.
The pressure was even greater.
He didn't deliberately release his pressure, but the sheer terror of his aura was enough to make Yang Jiao feel extremely uncomfortable.
Yang Jian, in particular, had blood seeping from his eyes.
Yang Jiao became frightened and knew she had to leave immediately. She said to the white-robed Kinnara:
"It's too dangerous here, I'll take you out with me."
Kinnara shook his head, and several small button-shaped magical artifacts appeared in his palm. He thanked Yang Jiao for his kindness and said:
"No need. My master gave me a magic tool for escaping into the earth. I can shrink the earth to an inch and return to the sect instantly by simply turning it over."
Yang Jiao's eyes lit up.
This is a lifesaver!
I was just about to say 'thank you'.
Kinnara then took out a pill, flipped his hand, and slapped it on the ground. He immediately disappeared from the spot, leaving not a trace.
Yang Jiao's outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air, her lips twitching.
Looking at the empty left side, I almost ground my teeth to powder!
"If you have such a magical treasure, why don't you share it with us!"
"So you just showed me your Western religious magic weapon, huh!"
Yang Jiao was annoyed.
He's about to turn evil.
I thought:
I need to find an opportunity to make you turn evil early, this kid isn't a good boy!
The siblings lying on the ground, along with a mosquito that dared not reveal its true form, were not unnoticed by the Styx Ancestor, but rather because his current interest lay elsewhere. Otherwise, he could have turned them to ashes with a wave of his hand.
Yang Jiao watched nervously as the Styx Ancestor chased after the twelfth-grade black lotus.
The black lotus's two human legs ran even faster, its thigh muscles bulging, before it vanished into the thick fog, never to breathe again.
"Red Lotus of Karmic Fire! Sealed Sea of Blood! Separated Heaven and Earth! Where do you think you're going!"
The Styx Ancestor immediately used the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus to seal off the area where the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus had escaped.
"A good opportunity! He's busy harvesting black lotuses!"
Yang Jiao knew that if they didn't run now, they would become part of the sea of blood. So, while the Styx Ancestor was casting his spell, she quickly grabbed Yang Jian and summoned the red cloud to run away.
In this moment of fleeing for one's life
Both the Qiongzhi and Huangdi brand tricycles are too slow.
Only the red cloud, which consumes a great deal of magical power, has a chance of survival.
After all, even Zhen Yuanzi couldn't catch up with him back then.
A red cloud appeared beneath her feet, and she leaped away with Yang Jian in her arms.
The familiar aura was immediately sensed by the Styx Ancestor who was casting a spell. His hand paused, and the karmic fire energy emanating from the red lotus opened up, allowing the twelfth-grade black lotus to emerge and disappear.
But at this moment, the Styx Ancestor simply stood there, gazing in the direction Yang Jiao had left, his beard trembling slightly with a mixture of hatred and excitement:
"Hongyun! She's still alive!"
“The Primordial Purple Qi must be on him.”
Compared to the Primordial Purple Qi, what is that twelfth-grade black lotus? I already have the strength to become a saint, the only thing I lack is that last bit of Primordial Purple Qi!
Now that Hongyun has been resurrected, his chance to become a saint has returned!
He was icy cold, and then he thought about the red cloud that had appeared last time...
Zhen Yuanzi!
These two must be connected!
He summoned his disciple from the sea of blood, glanced at him briefly, and chose the powerful Shiva, commanding him:
“That Hongyun must be related to Zhen Yuanzi, but judging from his aura just now, there seems to be something wrong with him. You must immediately send blood to guard Wuzhuang Temple, and report Zhen Yuanzi’s every move immediately!”
Having said that, the Styx Ancestor drew a wisp of pure blood essence from the Sea of Blood and bestowed it upon Shiva before him, imprinting it on his forehead, where it became the Eye of Destruction.
"Remember, do not provoke Zhen Yuanzi."
He gazed at the boundless sea of blood before him, his heart unable to find peace for a long time.
If Hongyun were truly resurrected, the first person he would seek out would undoubtedly be his close friend Zhen Yuanzi.
He cannot freely enter or leave the Blood Sea; his magical power is strongest only within it, making him invincible and impossible to kill.
Once I grasp Zhen Yuanzi's movements, I can follow the clues to find Hongyun.
Shiva knelt in reverence, opened his three eyes, and bowed with all four arms, saying:
"I will certainly live up to my master's expectations."
After saying that, he stepped out of the sea of blood and headed towards Longevity Mountain.
Thinking to myself:
"Master is truly terrified of Zhen Yuanzi..."
"Has it come to the point where they need to send me to Wuzhuang Temple as a spy?"