Chapter 716: Become the new owner

In Yang Yiyun's eyes, the three-year-old blood evil boy infant disappeared and was replaced by a three-meter-tall monster.

Obviously, Taoist Mountain Mu had used the secret technique to make the Blood Fiend Tongying look like three heads and six arms.

The smell of blood soaring to the sky was like a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood, and the perception was very terrifying, which made Yang Yiyun's heart jump.

But fortunately, he can use mana in the screen space, and he has more than 60 obsessive warfare skills of the out-of-aperture monks, he is still confident.

What's more, all the trump cards are displayed, even with three heads and six arms.

"Wow~"

The three-meter-high Xuesha Tongying made a strange cry.

Let the entire screen space be shaken.

Yang Yiyun's heart moved, and he waved his hand to attack Sixty-Four Perseverance. He didn't believe that Sixty-Four Perseverance combat skills plus his own strength couldn't do the blood evil Tongying.

Xue Sha Tong Ying was holding a short sword with a soaring blood suffocating Qi to kill Yang Yiyun.

And Yang Yiyun also let Sixty-Four Dao insist on combat attack.

The powerful Blood Fiend Tongying and the Sixty-Three Glazed Lights and an image man are fighting together.

"Wow~Roar~"

Xue Sha Tong Ying was surrounded by the obsession of the sixty-four monks who came out of the orifice, and roared.

Standing not far away, Yang Yiyun saw that the obsession of the sixty-four cultivators turned into glazed glaze and surrounded the Blood Fiend Tongying. Each stream of light was different. It seemed that there was a way of change in every way, and it was very shining. good looking.

But he understood that this was a fight between the two sides.

In the eyes of outsiders, it seems to be huge and splendid, but in fact it is the shadow of a sword, and it is extremely dangerous.

In the roar of the Blood Fiend Tongying, the six arms were full of blood, and various magical weapons appeared in his hands, constantly facing dozens of glazed lights or the obsessive attacks of the monks who spoke out of the mountain.

The fighting between the two sides looked similar.

Yang Yiyun knew that the Blood Fiend Tongying was better.

However, in terms of numbers, the blood evil boy infants are not dominant. After becoming three-headed and six-armed, their strength has risen sharply.

The Taoist mountain wood hiding behind the blood evil Tongying must not forget. After seeing the blood evil Tongying resisting all attacks and not falling into the wind, the face that was originally pale because of the use of essence and blood for the secret method, suddenly became rosy, haha He burst into laughter and said: "The good boy killed them, killed Yang Yiyun~"

Taoist Shanmu became proud and yelled that the Blood Fiend Tong Ying killed Yang Yiyun. The Blood Fiend Tong Ying refined by thousands of infants was not so simple. Before, he was killed by dozens of glazed lights because of one face. The thirteen monks of Yuanying's early stage were shocked.

Now that the Blood Fiend Tongying has the upper hand, he finally has the confidence.

Yang Yiyun heard the yelling of Taoist Shanmu and suddenly became furious: "I don't want to trouble you, bastard, but you are crying."

Just now Yang Yiyun thought about the strength and weakness between the Sixty-Four Aperture Monk Zhinian and the Blood Fiend Tongying. He didn't rush to do anything, and in a blink of an eye, the old immortal became rampant.

It is true that the obsession of the sixty-four cultivating monks has been entangled by the blood evil boy infant, but that's it, not an overwhelming advantage, the old immortal Taoist Shanmu is so arrogant.

"Look at Xiaoye killing you~"

Yang Yiyun's heart is full of hatred for Taoist Mountain Mu, and the fact that he used thousands of infant sacrifices to refine the skull of the evil child is enough to die 10,000 times.

With a curse, he moved up to Tianya Gong, disappeared in the same place, and rushed to the mountain Taoist Do not forget.

Although Taoist Shanmu has evil things like the Blood Fiend Tongying, and it is the peak cultivation base of the middle Yuan Ying, he can't use mana here. For this alone, Yang Yiyun, the golden core, will kill him.

Anyway, from now on, Blood Fiend Tongying was entangled in the obsession of the sixty-four cultivators and could not be cloned. It was a good time to kill the Taoist priest at this time.

The Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand was shining silver and chilled, mobilizing the mysterious yellow sword energy, appeared three meters in front of the mountain Taoist Mo Wang like lightning, and raised the Dragon Slaying Sword against the mountain Taoist Mo Wang and slashed down.

"Ah~puff~"

A scream sounded, with a dull chuckle.

Taoist Shanmu was cut in half immediately, Yuan Ying never escaped a catastrophe, he was cut into two directly.

Yang Yiyun held the Dragon Slaying Sword and widened his eyes.

His face was full of shock.

He never expected that when this sword went down, it would directly split Taoist Mountain Mu into two halves from beginning to end, blood flowed across his intestines, and even Yuan Ying was turned into ashes.

"Is this my sword?"

Yang Yiyun looked at the mountain Taoist who fell on the ground in two and muttered to himself.

incredible.

From the beginning to the end, he never thought that he could kill the Taoist Shanmu with a single sword. Do not forget this master at the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

But as the facts were in front of him, Taoist Shanmu was indeed split in half by a seckill given by him.

This is so that the opponent's algorithm power is suppressed in the nirvana space and shouldn't be killed so easily.

For a short time, Yang Yiyun felt that his head was not enough.

But at this moment, a voice rang in his ears, which finally relieved his heart and solved his doubts.

"The young master quickly uses the method of blood sacrifice to imprison the Blood Demon Tong Ying, and the Blood Demon Tong Ying who loses his master will be more violent and full of hostility."

This voice is really the voice of an ‘old ghost’.

Yang Yiyun suddenly, no wonder the Taoist Shanmu would not forget that he was easily beheaded by himself. It turned out that the old ghost, the Luofu Mountain Spirit, came to help.

Think about it, the old ghost, as the Luofu Mountain Spirit, is equivalent to the artifact spirit of the magic weapon. In the Luofu Mountain magic weapon space, the suppression of the power of nihilism is naturally invalid for him. On the contrary, the old ghost can call the entire Luofu Mountain magic weapon space. His power is more than enough to help himself kill a mountain Taoist.

It must be the method that the old ghost used just now to make Taoist Shanmu unable to move and unable to avoid his own sword. Only then would he kill with a sword and be split into two halves of Nascent Soul's destruction.

At this moment, Yang Yiyun heard the old ghost talking, and knew that the old ghost would once again help to suppress the evil spirit blood evil Tongying of Taoist Shanmu.

Before he could think about it, Yang Yiyun appeared with a drop of blood on the tip of his finger, pinched the method with his hand, and meditated on the secret method to transport the blood sacrifice.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the old ghost floating above the blood evil Tongying's head, and the obsession of the monks in the sixty-fourth stage of emergence was wrapped around the blood evil Tongying's body like a rope.

At this time, the Blood Fiend Tongying couldn't move at all, and could only roar with three heads and six arms.

"Wow~"

The screams were piercing and irritating.

Obviously, the blood evil Tongying was suppressed by the old ghost and the sixty-four monks.

Looking from a distance, Yang Yiyun found that the blood red in the eyes of the Blood Fiend Tongying was still there, but it was not as dull as before. Instead, it was replaced by endless hostility and resentment, mixed with a little spirituality.

He knew that this was after the master of Taoist Mountain was beheaded, the Blood Fiend Tongying was no longer under control and completely released the accumulated resentment and hostility.

In other words, what the old ghost said was right, the blood evil boy infant who lost control was even more terrifying.

If you don't stop it, you might go violently.

And the old ghost asked him to use the blood sacrifice, in fact, he wanted him to refine the blood evil Tongying and become the new owner of the evil thing.

Yang Yiyun hated that Taoist Mountain Wood used thousands of babies to conquer such evil things as Blood Fiend Tongying, but he did not expect that he would become the owner of Blood Fiend Tongying.

There was resistance in his heart. After pinching the law with both hands, Yang Yiyun hesitated instead.

If he refines the Blood Fiend Tongying and becomes the new owner of the Blood Fiend Tongying, wouldn't he be the same as Taoist Shanmu, such a conscientious old bastard?

While hesitating, the blood evil boy infant roared into the sky: "Wow~ roar~"

The long howl was deafening.

It made Yang Yiyun feel unstable.

"The young master hurry up, and later it will disrupt. These blood evil infants are evil creatures bred from the innate resentment and hostility of thousands of children and infants. If they lose control, they will cause trouble. The refining control is enough." The old ghost's voice sounded eagerly.

Yang Yiyun stopped feeling tight, and then sighed in his heart, no longer hesitating, with a decisive move in his hands, a drop of blood flew into the center of the **** boy's eyebrows.

"Wow~houhouhouhou~"

When Yang Yiyun's blood flew into the center of Xue Sha Tong Ying's eyebrows, Xue Sha Tong Ying let out an unwilling roar, as if he didn't want to be controlled by others.

Yang Yiyun continued his two-handed tactics, and the blood sacrifice method was displayed. As the single-handed tactics of the mudra were printed out, the roar of the **** evil boy gradually disappeared, and his whole body was full of blood.

A few minutes later, Yang Yiyun's blood sacrifice was completed, and the blood mist on the Blood Fiend Tongying body slowly dissipated.

Standing in the field was a barefooted child who was still three years old, holding a short sword in his small hand, and looking at Yang Yiyun with curious eyes.