Chapter 684: The Devil King Is Born, and the Brahmans Are Destroyed

"Old Jiang, don't worry, I will protect you!"

Zhang Qianlei waved his hand and said.

"good!"

Jiang Tian nodded slightly and walked slowly into a large hall. With a wave of his hand, many hall doors were closed.

He sat cross-legged and flipped his hands, and the Five Elements Alchemy Furnace floated in front of him.

On it, the inscriptions are ancient and full of the vicissitudes of time.

Carved with five elements groups such as Kuishui, Gengjin, and Yimu, the breath circulates and can make up for the lack of elixirs.

This tripod was snatched by Jiang Tian from the Sakura Society, but in the final analysis, it is still the magic weapon of the Chinese Taoist Danding Sect.

To refine ordinary elixirs, Jiang Tian only needs to use true energy and true fire.

However, Jiang Tian did not dare to neglect refining a high-grade elixir such as the Zhengyang Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill. To be on the safe side, he still had to rely on the power of this elixir furnace.

"Zhengyang grass, born in the place where the nine suns gather, collects the essence of heavenly fire, has great heat, and contains surging fire energy..."

Jiang Tian sacrificed the adult Zhengyang grass, with a hint of joy on his face.

"Supplemented by red flame fruit, aphrodisiac snow lotus, vein-expanding golden pattern grass..."

Jiang Tian took out the auxiliary spiritual herbs that had been prepared, and said solemnly:

"You can refine a few Zhengyang Dragon and Tiger Golden Pills! The Zhengyang Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill can open up the meridians and integrate the true essence. It is most suitable for a body like the Gengjin Divine Body to break through the eighth level of Qi training!"

"In addition, the mountain behind Wudang is also beautiful and full of spiritual energy. Under the mountain protection formation, there is actually a vein of earth spirit hidden, which is several times thicker than the dragon marrow spring in Yuhua Villa."

At this time, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "This time, we must break through the eighth level of Qi training!"

Jiang Tian has been cultivating for thousands of years. Although he did not cultivate the Gengjin Divine Body in his last life, he had interacted with several powerful people with this physique and refined the Zhengyang Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill more than once, so everything came easily.

"open!"

Jiang Tian had made up his mind. Without saying a word, he flicked his left hand and the lid of the Five Elements Alchemy Furnace automatically opened.

With a move of his right hand, a stream of true essence condensed into a red Lihuo, which penetrated into the furnace like a flexible snake.

When the stove heats up, it reaches an extremely subtle temperature under the control of Jiang Tian's spiritual consciousness.

call!

One after another spiritual herbs and medicinal herbs were put into it.

As Jiang Tian was refining in an orderly manner, a strong medicinal fragrance suddenly filled the air.

In the main hall, the spiritual energy of the great medicine is rolling like a leaping dragon and a tiger, and there are various visions, almost like heaven.

Reaching the realm of Jiang Tian, ​​it is comparable to fasting, and you can go without eating or drinking for several months without any problem.

When he was thirsty, he would drink a few sips of spiritual liquid, and when he was hungry, he would swallow a few Qi-nourishing Pills. He would never leave or take a step, immersed in the alchemy.

…

And just when Jiang Tian was refining the elixir and advancing bravely towards the eighth level of Qi training, the outside world began to become turbulent and uneasy again.

Tianzhu.

The sun is shining brightly, the sky is clear, and the white clouds are floating slowly.

In a splendid thousand-year-old temple, there is the main hall of the lecture hall.

The yellow bell rang, green smoke curled up from the incense burner, and an enlightened monk was sitting cross-legged on the high platform, preaching sutras and Buddhism.

Master Jiwu is the most eminent Brahmin monk and the master of the famous Master Qinglian.

He has a majestic appearance, kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He wears a cassock. When he lectures, his tongue shines like golden lotuses, just like golden lotuses emerging from the ground and flowers falling from the sky.

There were many believers in the audience, with their hands clasped together, their eyes pious, and they listened as if they were enlightened. There were many dignitaries, celebrities and wealth tycoons among them.

In Tianzhu, the status of Master Jiwu is supreme.

It is said that if you make offerings to him, listen to his sermons, and gain enlightenment from him, you can gain great fortune, great blessings, and great wisdom, and be able to achieve good fortune and avoid misfortune in times of adversity.

suddenly.

A huge dark cloud floated on the roof of the hall, and the sky and earth suddenly became dark, with lightning flashing.

"Dear donors, this is the end of today's sermon. Please disperse!"

Suddenly, Master Jiwu looked startled, raised his head suddenly, and stared at the sky with his eyes like two firelights piercing the void.

"Master Jiwu, it's hard for my disciples to meet you once. Please show us the way to go!"

Under the seat, a young man in luxurious clothes begged.

He is the boss of a large software company in Tianzhu and is worth at least several billion dollars.

"Yes, I've been waiting for ten years to see you. It's been so hard!"

A deputy mayor of Mumbai fell to the ground, kowtowed, begged and refused to leave.

"It's the devil! This devil is rare to see in a thousand years, please retreat as quickly as possible!"

Master Ji Wu stood up slowly.

His eyes were filled with fear, and he shouted anxiously: "Discipline Hall, Monk Hall, come out and line up! The enemy is coming!"

Dang Dang Dang!

The bell rang quickly.

The footsteps were chaotic and people were running around like headless flies.

Successful eminent monks came from all directions and gathered in the main hall of the lecture hall. They gathered around Master Jiwu and stood ready.

Each of these eminent monks has a powerful aura and profound magic power, comparable to that of a transformation master, and they hold various powerful magic weapons.

"Master Jiwu? Today, I, the Prison-Suppressing Demon Lord, come to meet you for a while!"

Boom!

A black air as thick as a bucket and extremely viscous rolled in from the door of the hall like a black evil dragon.

This black energy curled up and gathered in the center of the hall, and a young man with a handsome face and elegant demeanor suddenly appeared.

"Devil, your demonic flames are surging, and your murderous intent is soaring to the sky. You are truly an evil creature in the world that is rare in thousands of years!"

Master Ji Wu shouted loudly:

"If you are willing to convert to Buddhism, I will enlighten you with the Buddha's light and scriptures to eliminate your anger and murderous aura. Otherwise, you will bring disaster to the world and you will not have a good end!"

"Haha, you are still whining when you are about to die!"

Nie Mingyuan walked forward and said with a disdainful smile: "What a shitty Buddha, what a high monk, they are all garbage in front of me, the Lord of Hell!"

He grinned grimly:

"Today, I will kill all of you and extract your merits, wishes, three souls and six spirits and lifelong cultivation for my use!"

"Okay, okay, as the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will!"

Master Jiwu's face was furious and he shouted:

"Since you don't surrender, today I can only kill people and get rid of a big disaster for the world!"

Clang!

The Buddha's light was diffused, and the golden light was dazzling, like mercury pouring on the ground.

When Master Jiwu made a move, more than a dozen top magic weapons hit Nie Mingyuan.

"Kill him!"

Seeing Master Ji Wu's move, all the monks attacked together, and each of them attacked with unparalleled power, as if to destroy the world.

"Roar!"

Nie Mingyuan roared, and suddenly revealed the true form of the Hell-Suppressing Demon God. His figure became towering, seven or eight meters high, and directly broke through the roof of the temple.

Nine dragon-like demon heads emerged from behind, opened their bloody mouths, and bit in all directions.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Let me go!"

"He's so powerful!"

Shrill screams and exclamations rang out.

Many of the monks' magic weapons and attacks were shattered in an instant.

The nine demon heads devoured the monks one by one like a whale swallowing a cow. Without even a struggle, they turned into pus and blood and were absorbed by Nie Mingyuan.

The surging black demonic energy swept in all directions.

Wherever they passed, the monks immediately fell to the ground with stiff bodies, and their essence, blood, and soul were sucked dry, turning into dried corpses, skin and bones.

"Jiwu, your merits and wishes are so profound, they are the best resources for this demon king!"

Nie Mingyuan opened his bloody mouth, which was cracked to the roots of his ears. His teeth were like swords and halberds, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth. Sticky saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The pupils staring at Master Jiwu were cold and greedy.

"I am here to cover you, you run!"

Seeing this, Master Jiwu was terrified and shouted loudly.

This demon is too strong.

Even all his magic tools were broken in an instant. I am afraid that today will be a disaster.

"You are quite compassionate! I will help you!"

"Roar!"

Nie Mingyuan leaned over suddenly, and his head flew out of his body for more than ten meters, swallowing Master Jiwu in his mouth.

Master Jiwu screamed and wailed, and the big mouth of his head opened and closed quickly, blood splattered, and internal organs flew everywhere, and he had already been bitten to pieces.

And the headless body was still running around to chase the monk, and the nine demons were biting and devouring him desperately.

After devouring Master Jiwu, all the monks died, and Nie Mingyuan's head flew back to his torso.

"Hehe! Blood, brain matter, willpower, essence... so delicious! But the old monk's skin and flesh are a little dry!"

He twisted his neck and burped with satisfaction.

At this time, his demonic energy was even more viscous and rich, like black glue, and seemed to be ten times more vigorous than before.

The next moment.

He turned into a black light and flew out.

He didn't even look at those ordinary people.

Half an hour later, when everything calmed down, the believers and the police officers who heard the news entered the hall together.

There were bloodstains and corpses everywhere on the ground, blood and evil spirits were rolling, and Master Jiwu didn't even leave a corpse.

"Where is Master Jiwu?"

"Master Jiwu was killed, what kind of demon is this?"

A believer screamed.

"More than 300 monks died! Brahmins, today, the whole family is wiped out!"

An old monk prostrated himself on the ground, howling in despair.

...

A few days later, Eastern Europe, Romania, the ancient town of Transi.

Under the cold sky, dark clouds rolled, icy rain fell, gusts of wind blew, and a flash of lightning cut through the night sky.

A Gothic castle covered with vines stood on a reef protruding from the sea surface by the Black Sea.

A few seabirds stood quietly under the window sill, combing their feathers wet by the heavy rain with their beaks.

Suddenly, the seabirds tilted their heads to look at the sky in the distance, and screamed in panic.

It seemed that something terrible was coming again.

The seabirds fled in panic, flying in all directions.

The next moment, several black shadows in black cloaks flew from the depths of the clouds like arrows.

The bat-like wings suddenly retracted, and several black shadows fell on the pointed arch of the castle.

Boom!

A thick lightning flashed in the depths of the clouds, illuminating the sky and the earth in an instant.

With the flash of lightning, it was possible to see that these people had handsome faces, but their skin was extremely pale, their temperament was strange and evil, and their blood-red mouths had sharp fangs.

If a strong person familiar with the dark world saw this, he would definitely exclaim.

These were actually several earl-level and duke-level vampires, with blood and murderous aura.

Their strength was comparable to the masters of the realm of transformation in China, or the masters of swordsmanship in the East, and the masters of fighting in the West.

One of the vampires twisted and disintegrated, turning into a thick black smoke, and like a gecko climbing a wall, it climbed to the stained glass window depicting biblical stories, condensed its original form again, and peeked inside.