Chapter 487 Killing Tianjun (7)

With a loud roar, Hu Tianjun took the blood pill. He had just recovered 75% of his mana, but suddenly consumed 20%, leaving only 55% of his mana.

Hu Tianjun's two eyes, one black and one white, suddenly changed color, turning into a bloody color, and then turned into a turbid coldness. He activated the secret method of the photo studio to burn the essence and blood. In an instant, the medicinal power of the blood pill was integrated into the soul. At the cost of losing 10% of the essence and blood, the mana was quickly replenished to 80%.

One percent blood essence!

Hu Tianjun's heart was bleeding!

If 10% of the blood essence and blood of the Half-Step Heavenly Realm were converted into ordinary chicken and duck blood with its contained energy and origin, it could flood more than a hundred alder cities!

It’s such a loss!

Hu Tianjun roared, facing the golden light bursting out from the lion's roar, he stepped forward forcefully, his left eye twitched suddenly, a fist-sized gray dust without any luster, and a translucent orb without any light or shadow spurted out from his eye. out.

As soon as the orb swirled, a large area of ​​faint invisible fluctuations in the void beat rapidly, which perfectly matched the mana fluctuations and Taoist rhyme patterns erupted by the opponent's lion's roar, instantly neutralizing and melting the powerful lion's roar.

This is another treasure of the photo studio, "Heaven and Earth Return Together". It has no direct lethality or destructive power, but it can use extremely miraculous means to combine yin and yang, biochemistry of the two rituals, eliminate spells, and dissolve restrictions. , can corrode formations and dissolve magic weapons, and is an auxiliary treasure for sneaking into and assassinating in photo studios.

The evil spirit treasure of Yuling Banner was restrained to death, and the lion's roar of the Buddhist Demon Subduer was easily counteracted by this Heaven and Earth Go Together!

Hu Tianjun's right eye also jumped, and a ball of scarlet blood rushed out, with a sharp insect chirping that shook the world. In the blood light was a thumb-sized figure, like a huge six-winged mosquito carved from blood-colored glass.

The body of this six-winged giant mosquito is only about the size of a thumb, but its sharp mouthparts suddenly pop out, and are fully a foot long. The tip is thin, and the cold light flashes, bringing a bloody lightning, piercing directly to the place where the lion's roar just broke out. .

This is not a magic weapon, let alone a spiritual treasure, but an ancient poison that was naturally conceived when the world of Yuan Lingtian was opened. People in the photo studio didn’t know what this guy’s name was, but because of its characteristics, it was called ‘Knocking on bones and sucking out marrow’!

This mosquito has only one ability, which is to pierce the monk's bones. In a ten thousandth of an instant, it drains the monk's bone marrow, swallows all the opponent's essence, and turns the opponent into a mummy.

It flew to nothing, its speed was unbelievable, and its long mouthparts were extremely sharp, almost comparable to an innate spiritual treasure-level sword. Ordinary defensive treasures could not stop it from stabbing lightly.

Over the years, many masters and celebrities of Yuan Lingtian have died inexplicably. Everyone knows that it was the hands of the photo studio, but no one knows how the photo studio did it. In fact, it was the hands of a mosquito that knocked the bones and sucked the marrow.

Knocking on the bones and sucking out the marrow had just flown out, and suddenly, the world was in mourning!

The sky is getting dark.

The land is lifeless.

In the void, an inexplicable emotion that made people feel grief-stricken came overwhelmingly.

A strong bitter taste, like three thousand different birds and animals, extracting three hundred thousand galls, boiling them into ten thousand juices, and forcing them into the mouth. The bitter taste, from the soul to the body, from the skin to the flesh. Bones, marrow, and internal organs were instantly shrouded in psychological and physical bitterness.

"All living beings are suffering...suffering!"

An old and hoarse voice came from far away.

Hu Ping's body swayed, his eyes rolled white, and yellow-green gall water kept coming out of his mouth - he was not the main target of this magical power, he just accidentally hit the passenger car, and a little bit of it was spilled by the magical power. The remaining power spreads.

Even so, his soul was annihilated almost instantly, and his gall seemed to have been violently grabbed and squeezed hard. The bile flowed back and spurted out of his mouth along with gastric juice.

A ray of cold light lit up from Hu Ping's body.

The life-preserving secret spell blessed by the ancestor of the Hu family in the studio was activated, and he resisted most of the power of this magical power. Hu Ping burst into tears, howled bitterly, and sprayed yellow-green mucus from his nostrils and mouth. For a moment, he was extremely embarrassed and his whole body collapsed completely.

Hu Tianjun also swayed, and the light in his cloudy eyes was scattered.

His mind went blank for a while, and he felt that life was vast and lifeless, and everything he did was meaningless and worthless... He began to reflect on everything he had done since he could remember, and then, he Start completely denying everything about yourself!

His life... is a tragedy.

His life was completely wrong.

His life should not exist.

He raised the spirit flag and was about to smash it down on his head. Once it was over, there would be no pain or worries after death. All his mistakes and sins would be washed away and the world would be clean. There will be clarity, and the entire universe will return to its normal track.

He, Hu Tianjun, is a sinner.

Because of him, Yuanling Genius will be in constant turmoil, the people will be in dire straits, wars will break out, and it will be filled with all kinds of violence, evil, sin, and darkness. As long as he, Hu Tianjun, dies, the dark clouds will be cleared away and the blue sky will appear, and the whole world will become beautiful!

Die, die, his life is meaningless!

Well, we should also kill this worthless animal son beside us!

Hu Tianjun raised his left hand, intending to slap Hu Ping to death. At the same time, the Yuling Flag slowly fell towards his head, intending to completely obliterate and annihilate him.

The Yuling Banner shook violently.

Hu Tianjun's mana was instantly drained by 50%, leaving only about 30%.

A sharp ghost whistle rushed out from the Yuling Banner, and an extremely sinister and extremely cold aura enveloped Hu Tianjun's body. Countless war ghosts filled Hu Tianjun's body with paranoia and extreme fighting intent.

The meaning of sorrow was forcibly offset by the Yuling Banner. Hu Tianjun's body swayed, and around his soul, many ancestors of the Hu family in the photo studio were jointly blessed by him and the secret spell of soul protection 'crackling' was shattered all over the ground. His soul vibrated violently, and its origin was cut off by 30% in an instant, and he suffered an unprecedented heavy blow.

His soul was injured, and the Dao Fruit was instantly affected. Hu Tianjun vomited blood. He felt that he had just stepped into the realm of half-step heaven and human realm for decades, and his realm slipped slightly, and he had fallen to the state of Zhaoxukong and half-step heaven and human realm. On the critical point.

However, at least he restrained his urge to commit suicide and kill Hu Ping!

"Come!" The hoarse old voice just shouted.

The large, bone-crushing, marrow-sucking mosquito vibrated its wings, bringing up a streak of blood and flying towards a wrinkled finger in the distance that clearly belonged to a bad old man.

Hu Tianjun took a look, and he could only see a wrinkled finger.

The past owners of his photo studio had raised him with his own essence and blood for who knows how many thousands of years, but he was transformed into one with just a cry. He waggled his little tail very well and defected to the enemy.

The bone-knocking and marrow-sucking bones landed lightly on the wrinkled fingers, and he rubbed the other person's fingers with his mouthparts affectionately.

Does that look like a mosquito?

He is clearly a heartless dog who was deceived by Big Pork!

"Bald thief!" Hu Tianjun roared and cursed. This method, except for the Buddhist thief Bald, not even the evil heretics of Yuan Lingtian, those giants of the devil who are best at deceiving people's hearts, is not so effective!

The demons of Yuan Lingtian are best at sucking people's souls, extracting their essence and blood, and plundering them all from you.

But when it comes to this kind of transformation... besides the bald man from Buddhism, who else can do it?

Thinking of the Wuxin killing of Buddha just now, and the inexplicable silver Buddha statue, who killed Hu Tianjun today, do you still need to ask?

Hu Tianjun's mind was in chaos, his soul was traumatized, and now his little brain was a bit exhausted.

He couldn't figure out what was going on.

The photo studio seems to have no conflict with the thieves, right?

For 30,000 years, ever since the First World War, Buddhism has been like a street rat in Yuanlingtian. Everyone yells and beats them. The few Buddhist masters have all hid themselves from the local rats. The Buddhist thieves have never dared to show their faces.

On the contrary, some Buddhist scum... well, the kind who collect incense money until their hands are weak, help the female benefactor give away children until their backs are sore, and run around in their own fields collecting rent and taxes until their legs are broken. The kind of fat monks who fool believers to the point of stiff tongues with their slippery tongue are also regular patrons of the photo studio!

Often, because they are competing for territory and cannot solve each other's problems, temples entrust photo studios to help solve the trouble. In the huge Yuanlingtian, there are always thousands of entrustments for this kind of thing every year!

The photo studio and Buddhism should be partners!

"Bald thief...what do you want? My studio and your Buddhist sect have always been in harmony with each other!"

Hu Tianjun roared hastily.

Then, a long dragon roared in front of him.

That was a dragon... no, it was a golden, shining fist that was almost the size of Hu Tianjun's head. The heavy and terrifying fist burst into bright light, bringing up a long stream of light, which turned into a lifelike dragon with clear scales. With a terrifying aura that shattered everything and annihilated all living beings, it punched Hu Tianjun's head. .

This punch drained away the spiritual power of heaven and earth within a radius of seven thousand miles, and deprived the soul of heaven and earth of seven thousand miles.

This punch caused darkness within a radius of seven thousand miles, and all the sunlight in the sky was wiped out by it.

With one punch, all the universe is consumed, and the colors of the sky, earth, sun and moon change.

As a result, within a radius of seven thousand miles, only this punch became the core of the entire world at this moment!

Heaven and earth go together, it’s invalid!

This orb is good at deciphering magical powers, secrets, and forbidden formations, but it has no effect at all on this kind of pure, primitive, head-on punch without any bells and whistles.

Can't stop it!

Hu Tianjun quickly judged the horror of this punch.

In his current state, if he received this punch, he might not die, but he would be beaten half to death, and then basically lose all the power to resist and escape.

Hu Tianjun once again activated all his mana, and the remaining 30% of his mana, together with 20% of his blood essence, were drained away by the Yuling Banner.

The Yuling Banner erupted with dazzling blood light. Twelve three-foot-tall, ferocious War Ghost Lords wearing heavy armor rushed out from the banner, holding long knives, forming a battle formation and heading towards the terrifying figure. The fist met him.

Then, the punch disappeared.

Disappeared into thin air without a trace.

Hu Tianjun's eyes widened in shock.

A flash of sword light flashed by, and a figure with six arms passed behind him.

With one sword strike, the head flies away.

A piece of mountain azalea petals fell lightly and landed on the center of Hu Tianjun's eyebrows, firmly nailing his soul to his head and unable to break free.

"That's good, that's good. The evil demons are defeated and killed, and the merits are immeasurable!"

In the void, the joyful laughter of several old monks who joined Toutuo rang out.