Chapter 487: Killing the Heavenly Monarch (7)
With a loud roar, Hu Tianjun took the blood pill and his magic power, which had just recovered to 75%, was suddenly consumed by 20%, leaving only 55%.
Hu Tianjun's 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 shadow studio, burning his blood essence, and in an instant the medicinal power of the blood pill merged into his soul, at the cost of losing 10% of his blood essence, he quickly replenished his mana to 80%.
One percent of essence and blood!
Hu Tianjun's heart is bleeding!
If one tenth of the essence and blood of a Half-Step Heavenly Man Realm was exchanged for ordinary chicken and duck blood due to the energy and origin it contained, it could flood more than a hundred Alder Cities!
It's just a waste!
Hu Tianjun roared, and faced the golden light that burst out from the lion's roar. He took a step forward. His left eye jumped suddenly, and a fist-sized, gray, lusterless, and lightless translucent gem burst out from his eye.
As the orb spun, a large area of subtle and invisible waves in the void jumped rapidly, perfectly matching the mana fluctuations and Tao rhythm patterns of the opponent's lion's roar, neutralizing and dissolving the powerful lion's roar in an instant.
This is another treasure of the studio, 'Heaven and Earth Return Together'. It has no direct killing or destructive power, but it can use extremely magical means to harmonize yin and yang, the two yin and yang, eliminate spells, dissolve restrictions, and even erode formations and dissolve magic weapons. It is an auxiliary treasure for infiltration and assassination in the studio.
The evil spiritual treasure, the Yuling Banner, was so strong that it could suppress the Buddhist Lion's Roar of Subduing Demons, but it was easily offset by the Return of Heaven and Earth!
Hu Tianjun's right eye also twitched, and a ball of scarlet blood light rushed out. A sharp insect cry shook the earth, and in the blood light there was a thumb-sized, six-winged giant flower mosquito that looked like it was carved from blood-colored glass.
The body of this six-winged giant flower mosquito is only the size of a thumb, but its sharp mouthparts suddenly pop out, and it is a full foot long. It is pointed and thin, flashing with cold light, and bringing up a blood-red lightning, piercing straight to the place where the lion's roar just broke out.
This is not a magic weapon, nor a spiritual treasure, but an ancient poison that the ancestors of the studio found from somewhere. It was naturally conceived when the world of Yuanlingtian was opened up. People in the studio don't know what this thing is called, but based on its characteristics, it is called "Bone-sucking Marrow"!
This mosquito has only one ability, which is to pierce the monk's bones. In a ten-thousandth of a second, it can suck out the monk's bone marrow, devour all of his energy, and turn him into a dried corpse.
It flies without a trace at an incredibly fast speed, and its long mouthparts are extremely sharp, almost comparable to the sword of the innate spiritual treasure level. Ordinary defensive treasures cannot withstand its slightest stab.
Over the years, many famous masters of Yuan Lingtian died inexplicably. Everyone knew it was the work of the studio, but no one knew how the studio did it. In fact, it was the work of the big flower mosquito who sucked the marrow out of their bones.
The bone-sucking and marrow-sucking attack had just flown out when suddenly, heaven and earth mourned together!
The sky darkened.
The land is lifeless.
In the void, an inexplicable emotion that made people feel heartbroken came over them.
A strong bitter taste, as if three hundred thousand gallbladders of three thousand different kinds of birds and beasts were extracted, boiled into ten thousand juices, and forced into the mouth. From the soul to the body, from the skin to the flesh to the bones to the marrow, all the internal organs were instantly enveloped by this psychological and physiological bitterness.
“All living things are suffering…so much suffering!”
An old and hoarse voice floated from a distance.
Hu Ping's body shook, his eyes rolled back, and yellow-green bitter bile kept coming out of his mouth - he was not the main target of this magical power, he just hit the side car by mistake, and was affected by a little bit of the residual power of the magical power.
Even so, his soul was almost annihilated in an instant , and his gallbladder seemed to be violently grabbed and squeezed by someone, and the bile flowed back and spurted out of his mouth along with gastric juice.
A cold light shone from Hu Ping's body.
The life-saving spell that the ancestor of the studio Hu family blessed him with was activated, and it blocked most of the power of this magical power. Hu Ping burst into tears and cried bitterly, with yellow-green mucus constantly gushing out of his nostrils and mouth. For a moment, he was in a very miserable state and completely collapsed.
Hu Tianjun's body also shook, and the light in his turbid eyes became scattered.
His mind went blank for a while, and he felt that life was vast and boring. Everything he did was meaningless and worthless... He began to reflect on everything he had done since he could remember, and then he began to completely deny everything about himself!
His life...is a tragedy.
His life was completely wrong.
His life should not exist.
He raised the Imperial Spirit Banner and was about to smash it against his own forehead. That would put an end to everything. There would be no pain when he died, no worries when he died. All his mistakes and sins would be washed away when he died. The world would be clean and clear, and the entire universe would return to its normal track.
He, Hu Tianjun, is a sinner.
Because of him, the Yuanlingtian world would be in turmoil, the people would suffer, wars would break out, and it would be filled with all kinds of violence, evil, sin, and darkness. As long as Hu Tianjun died, the dark clouds would be cleared and the whole world would become beautiful!
Just die, just die, there is no meaning in his life!
Well, let’s kill this worthless beast son of mine as well!
Hu Tianjun raised his left hand, and was about to slap Hu Ping to death with one palm. At the same time, the Yuling Banner slowly fell towards his head, intending to wipe himself out completely and utterly destroy him.
The Imperial Spirit Banner vibrated violently.
Hu Tianjun's magic power was instantly drained by 50%, leaving only about 30%.
A sharp ghost howl came out from the Yuling Banner, and an extremely evil and cold aura enveloped Hu Tianjun's whole body. The paranoid and extreme fighting spirit of countless war ghosts filled Hu Tianjun's whole body.
The sadness was forcibly offset by the Imperial Spirit Banner, and Hu Tianjun's body shook. Around his soul, the soul protection spells blessed by many ancestors of the Hu family in the shadow building were shattered all over the ground. His soul was violently shaken, and the origin of his soul was instantly reduced by 30%, suffering an unprecedented heavy blow.
His soul was injured, and his Dao Fruit was affected instantly. Hu Tianjun vomited blood and felt that the realm of Half-Step Heaven and Man, which he had just entered decades ago, was suddenly empty. His realm slipped slightly and he had fallen to the critical point between Illuminating the Void and Half-Step Heaven and Man.
But at least he resisted the urge to commit suicide and kill Hu Ping!
"Come!" The hoarse and old voice just now shouted softly.
The big flower mosquito that sucks marrow from bones vibrated its wings, bringing up a flash of blood, and flew towards a wrinkled finger in the distance, which obviously belonged to an old man.
Hu Tianjun took a look and all he could see was a wrinkled finger.
He had been fed with his own blood and essence by successive owners of his photo studio for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, but he was actually converted by just a cry from the other party, and he wagged his little tail obediently and went to the enemy.
The bone-sucking mouth landed lightly on the wrinkled fingers, and rubbed the other's fingers affectionately with its mouthparts.
How does it look like a mosquito?
It's obvious that he is a heartless dog who was deceived by Big Pai Gu!
"Thief baldy!" Hu Tianjun roared and cursed. This method, apart from the thief baldy of Buddhism, even those evil demons of Yuanlingtian, those great masters of the magic who are best at bewitching people, are not so effective!
The demons in Yuanlingtian are best at sucking people's souls and draining their blood, and plundering you completely.
But when it comes to this kind of merit of salvation...who else can do it except the bald man in Buddhism?
Considering the killing of Fo Wuxin just now and that mysterious silver Buddha statue, is there any need to ask who was the one who killed Hu Tianjun today?
Hu Tianjun's mind was in a mess. His spirit and soul were damaged, and his little brain was not enough.
He couldn't figure out what was going on.
It seems that the photo studio has no conflicts with these bald thieves?
For thirty thousand years, ever since the great war, Buddhism has been like a rat crossing the street in Yuanlingtian, and everyone wants to kill it. The few Buddhist masters all hid themselves and became local rats, and the Buddhist thieves never dared to show their faces.
On the contrary, some of the scum of Buddhism... well, the kind of fat and big-eared monks who have become weak in their hands from collecting donations, whose backs have become sore from helping female donors to give birth, whose legs have been broken from running around collecting rent and taxes in their own fields, and whose tongues have become numb from fooling believers with their smooth talk, are still regular customers of the photo studio!
Often, temples would entrust photo studios to help solve problems when they were unable to resolve disputes over territory. In the vast Yuanlingtian, there were thousands of such commissions every year!
Photo studios and Buddhism should be partners!
"Thief bald...what do you want to do? My studio and your Buddhist sect have always kept to themselves!"
Hu Tianjun roared rapidly.
Then, a long dragon roared towards him.
It was a dragon... No, it was a golden, shining fist that was almost as big as Hu Tianjun's head. The heavy and terrifying fist burst into strong light, bringing a long stream of light, and turned into a long dragon with clear scales and armor, which was lifelike. With a terrifying aura that could shatter everything and annihilate all living beings, it punched towards Hu Tianjun's head.
This punch drained away the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth within a radius of seven thousand miles, and deprived the heaven and earth of its seven thousand miles of Dao rhythm.
This punch caused darkness within a radius of 7,000 miles, and all the sunlight in the sky was sucked away by it.
One punch destroyed the entire universe, and the sky, earth, sun and moon changed color.
Thus, within a radius of seven thousand miles, this one punch became the core of the entire world at that moment!
Heaven and earth come together, it is useless!
This gem is good at breaking magical skills and forbidden formations, but it has no effect at all against this kind of pure, primitive, head-on heavy punch without any fancy moves.
Unstoppable!
Hu Tianjun quickly determined the horror of this punch.
In his current state, he might not die after being hit by this punch, but he would be beaten half to death and would basically lose all strength to resist or escape.
Hu Tianjun once again mobilized all his magic power, and the remaining 30% of his magic power, along with 20% of his blood and essence, were drawn away by the Yuling Banner.
The entire body of the Yuling Banner burst out with dazzling blood light, and twelve three-meter-tall, heavily armored, ferocious-looking war ghosts rushed out from the banner, holding long swords, forming a battle formation, and rushed towards the terrifying punch.
Then, the punch disappeared.
Disappeared without a trace.
Hu Tianjun widened his eyes in horror.
A flash of sword light appeared, and a figure with six arms passed by behind him.
One sword, the head flies off.
A piece of azalea petal floated lightly and landed on Hu Tianjun's forehead, nailing his soul firmly in his head so that he could not escape.
"Good, good, the evil demon has been slain, the merit is immeasurable!"
In the void, the happy laughter of several old monks from Jie Yin Toudao could be heard.
