The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting with Gu Refining

After watching for about a moment, Liu Feng found that both sides came on and off very quickly, and died very quickly.

Except for the other demon clans on the island, most of the people who come to this fighting field are competitive. There is no so-called temptation. They go up and face each other to the death. The two sides often decide the outcome within ten moves.

If there are those with equal strength, the stalemate can only last for half a moment at most, and a demon clan will immediately replace them.

If this method of death continues, no matter how many young people there are, they will be exhausted, and those who will survive will be trash who dare not take the stage.

Furthermore, even for this King Blood Demon Clan, the younger generation from the Four Realms and Five Realms cannot be seen everywhere.

If Lou Meng comes back later, all the heroes of his lineage will die, and they will be completely useless. If future generations want to stand up, they will have to be talented enough to turn the tide.

Liu Feng was watching the fight, and the expressions of the four people standing behind the beautiful woman Lou Ying suddenly changed.

Brother Sixteen, he can't hold on any longer.

Grandma, our direct lineage suffered heavy casualties. Please save my sixteenth brother.

Leave some men behind, I'll come.

Two women and two men, one of whom was called the Third Young Master by the tribe, rushed out of the stands, turned into a monster of 100 feet in the air, and flew towards the second altar.

Compared with Lou Meng's terrifying demon body that was a mixture of various demons, this third son was a complete demon clan, and his body was almost the same as the Kirin in the legends of the outside world.

It has a lion's head and antlers, tiger's eyes and an elk's body, dragon scales and an ox's tail. Its limbs are thick and its bloody mouth is tens of feet wide.

Liu Feng and more than 80 people looked at the four altars. Except for the first altar, which had the four realms of fighting, the other three altars all had the five realms.

When the Third Young Master fell to the second altar, the demon cultivator who used Taoist magic to fight against the enemy, the Sixteenth Brother, had already been exposed to his true form.

The one who stepped on the head of Sixteenth Brother was a tall man with one horn. The Buddha's root seal between his eyebrows radiated Buddha light.

He is a successor of Cangtuo Temple.

Liu Feng and Wu Ti looked at the demon cultivator on the altar. In addition to practicing the Tuosheng Sutra, this demon cultivator also had other skills and bloodline magical powers.

The water around him is surging, like dozens of layers of waves, and there are a pair of arms stretched out on his back, each holding a magic-conquering golden hammer.

On the altar, the man with four arms and one horn laughed wildly when he saw the third young master from the opposite lineage ending up.

Lou Dian, you are breaking the rules, but I won't argue with you and will allow you and your two brothers to go on the road together.

After saying that, the Buddha's Gang surged wildly under his feet, and the black Buddha fire poured in along the gap made by the Buddha's Gang, burning the heads of the people under his feet alive.

Seeing his brother's eyes, mouth, ears and nose bleeding profusely, Third Young Master Lou Dian couldn't help but become furious.

The hundred-foot demon body pounced, and the demon power pushed forward like a wave. Two sets of broken scale magic weapons shot out in the wave.

The four-armed, one-horned man showed no fear at all. He threw out the Demon-Subduing Golden Hammer with both arms on his back. In the front, he used the Immortal Seal Technique in one hand and the Life-Transmitting Forbidden Technique in the other hand.

Buzzing...

Formations were lit up around the altar that stretched for a mile, blocking the remaining power of the fight between the two sides.

Wu Ti looked solemn in the stands, his eyes falling on the white lotus mark on the chest of the four-armed man.

Liu Feng captured the fight between the two sides with his mind's eye. The two seemed to be evenly matched, but when he slowed down and looked at it, he saw that Lou Dian, the third son of the younger generation of Lou Meng, was actually a little weaker.

The time limit was half an hour, and although he could not win, he would not die on the stage, but the four-armed demon cultivator opposite threatened to bury the two brothers.

Just as he was about to see what the person across from him was doing, a four-armed figure overlapped behind him.

I saw this figure of a demon cultivator carrying the inheritance of Cangtuo Temple rushing forward, and the shadows behind him dispersed, turning into sixteen strong men dressed as monks, some were demons, and they were all Buddhist cultivators.

It's not a clone, it's a temporary control of the split method.

The main body carries sixteen puppets, which is equivalent to one person divided into seventeen people. Although it is difficult to take care of everyone and it is quite consuming, the strength displayed in a short period of time has increased significantly.

Furthermore, if Liu Feng saw it correctly, the four-armed demon cultivator also had a clear mind.

Golden afterimages flashed on the altar, and seventeen clouds of blood mist exploded all over the body of the Third Young Master Baizhang Demon.

Third brother!

In the stands here, more than a dozen young men and women stood up and shouted loudly.

Of course their words didn't work. On the second altar, the exercises performed by the sixteen puppet Buddha cultivators were beyond the scope of the Tuosheng Sutra and were self-destructive and evil practices of Buddhism.

At the cost of the puppet's own body, sixteen violent strands of Buddha's Gang poured out.

When the hundred-foot-long monster body smashed down on the altar, the soul in its Niwan Palace had been blown away, and the body of the Third Young Master was killed.

Even if there is still a clone, it is just a collateral body with impure blood, and its qualifications are even worse, so it can be regarded as useless.

Pfft...

There was a great deal of blood on the altar, and the formation rolled up the body of Mo Qilin, which was a hundred feet tall, and refined the bones and blood to form a blood pill as big as a fist.

The four-armed, one-horned man was rude, opened his mouth, and sucked the blood pill into his belly, with a look of intoxication on his face.

Next, come up to me if you are not afraid of death.

On the opposite side, Lou Kui's lineage roared wildly when they saw their clansmen winning.

Here, the middle-aged beautiful woman Lou Ying is survived by only two women and one man.

The eldest lady, Lou Shuang, had a suit of battle armor on her body, and the sound of insects could be heard from her body, but she was a fifth-level practitioner of both martial arts and Gu Dao, and she was pregnant with King Gu.

Then Lou Qing is no match for me, I will kill him.

Shuang'er, you are the number one among the young people of our generation. They are not the ones we have to deal with. We must not expose our true identity in advance. Lou Ying stopped Lou Shuang with a flick of his finger.

Immediately, the grandmother glanced coldly at all the Gu humans, her eyes fixed on Wu Ti.

Among the more than eighty people, Wu Ti carries the inheritance of Cang Tuo Temple and is in the middle stage of the Five Buddhas. His innate Buddha heart is not a secret to the people of the world.

Compared with the other five-level human races, this one has the strongest aura of Buddhist cultivation. He also has the inheritance of Cangtuo Temple. He is obviously more knowledgeable about Buddhism than the white-haired one, and his Buddhist power is also stronger.

Little monk, can you come on stage and get rid of that Lou Qing?

There was a slight smile on Lou Ying's beautiful face, which was considered a great gift to the human race.

Wu Ti knew in his heart that this old demon was over 2,000 years old and was in the Seventh Realm. If he refused, he would be crushed to death immediately.

The young monk has some abilities, but without blood, body, and Buddha treasures, he cannot defeat the donor on the stage. Wu Ti said frankly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the beautiful middle-aged woman opposite raised her hand with two gleams of light, one red and one gold.

The red brilliance is a ball of demon blood. After being fed to the demon pot in Wu Ti's body, Wu Ti's body became more demonized, his scales turned black, and his six arms turned to his whole body.

When the golden brilliance fell, it turned into a monk's robe on Wu Ti's body, which was a perfect Buddha treasure of the fifth grade.

Feed the demon pot with my demon blood and the strange Gu will transform your body to the fifth level of perfection in a short period of time. This monk's robe is also the fifth level of perfection.

Remember, don't try to activate the sixth-grade demon pot and strange Gu after you take the stage, otherwise the altar will suppress you with its formation.

To resolve the concerns about the physical body and the Buddha's treasure, even if he lacks bloodline magical power, at least he will not lose to the opponent physically in a short time.

Wu Ti then nodded and said: My Buddha is compassionate, I'll give it a try, little monk.

Under the suspicious eyes of many younger demon clansmen behind him, Wu Ti floated towards the second altar.

In addition to the second altar, there are three altars. Lou Ying pointed out three people among the crowd, namely Liu Feng, Ji Qiu and Zhou Wan.

Based on the eye skills of this seventh-level perfect demon cultivator, it is not difficult to see that the bodies of the three of them were all transformed by King Gu.

You go to the first altar, and you two go to the third and fourth altars.

The three people had different expressions when they heard this. Liu Feng looked cold, disappeared with one step, and flew to the third altar without saying a word.

Ji Qiu hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, Please give this junior some demon blood. My physique is much worse than that of the demon clan.

As she wished, a flash of blood flew over, and a layer of black scales quickly appeared all over her body, and her slim body grew two inches taller.

When Ji Qiu landed on the fourth altar, Zhou Wan turned around and glanced at the first altar. There was a hybrid monster with a snake head and a unicorn body on it, opening his mouth to swallow the blood pill of the loser.

The dwarf was so frightened that his body was stiff. He was both in the fourth realm, but the monster was much stronger than the ordinary four realms at a glance.

I, I... definitely can't beat him, please give me a different fate, grandma. Zhou Wan was horrified to death, and she called him grandma with a shy face.

She was raised by Yu Qiongzi until her fourth life, and she could bully ordinary people in the four realms. But if she encountered such a fierce demon clan with the blood of the king, she would have to be torn alive.

As soon as the words came out, Zhou Wan suddenly felt hundreds of eyes looking at her, as if these monsters were going to pounce on her and eat her.

She quickly pointed at several members of the Four Realms of Qiding Sect and Wuji Sect, and cried bitterly: He, they are all better than me. Please give me a way to survive, grandma.

Seeing this human being burst into tears, it seemed that he was cheating. Lou Ying and the others immediately looked at him with disgust, as if they were looking at trash.

Shuang'er, you will take this girl back later and use it as an insect cauldron to raise gu for you.

For another person, you go to the first altar. After casually deciding where Zhou Wan would go, Lou Ying pointed at a demon cultivator from the Wuji Sect and threw out two magic treasures, one for attack and one for defense.

The man took the magic treasure and cupped his hands, glanced at Zhou Wan with disdain, and flew towards the first altar.

With the help of the servants brought back by his brother for the time being, Lou Ying and the other clansmen breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what happened, these eighty people could at least survive today.

The next battle will be half a month away, and since Lou Meng has returned to his clan, there may be other variables by then.

Just as I was thinking about my brother Lou Meng, to the north outside the fighting arena, there was a loud roar in the sky in the distance.

Looking sixty or seventy miles away, a demon monastic palace squeezed through the clouds, and then an outrageous number of gu swarms appeared, forming seven insect formations in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides in the sky were fighting each other, various poisons and spells were clashing, and the sky nearly ten miles above the sky was instantly plunged into darkness.

No matter how much Lou Meng accumulates, it is impossible to defeat Lou Kui. We need to find ways to make Lou Meng go further. There are many evil things in the Long Po clan. I remember that there is an eighth-grade evil thing. You can borrow it for a while.

Just using evil objects to break through the situation like this will only make Lou Meng sink deeper and deeper. There is no guarantee that he will one day completely become an evil spirit.

Lou Ying weighed the pros and cons in her mind, not because she was worried about her brother's future, but because someone was needed to hold Lou Kui back, and he could not let his brother die easily.

When she was mentally scheming her brother, the younger eldest lady beside her, Lou Shuang, let out a startled cry.

When Lou Shuang noticed something was wrong and the other young people looked at the third altar, the winner on the court was already decided.

On the third altar, opposite the white-haired young man, the mixed blood of Lou Kui's lineage had turned into a charred corpse.

The white-haired human race had only been on stage for less than two breaths, and the military poison and poisonous swarms had not emerged yet, so he defeated his opponent with poisonous magic and Buddhist forbidden methods alone.

Sister, the white-haired one seems to be better than the bald monk.

Did we make a mistake? We didn't have time to ask my great-uncle before.

A dozen young men and women from the direct line took a step forward, each using their pupil skills to take a closer look, hoping to see the strangeness of the white-haired young man.

On the third altar, Liu Feng looked dull.

In front of him, the corpse of a mixed-blood unicorn with wild horns lay on the ground. In an instant, it was twisted into a bloody mist by the altar formation, while the opposite bleachers could not stop shouting.

When the blood mist shrunk into a blood pill, Liu Feng opened his mouth to swallow it, and immediately ran the Holy Bone Scripture to refine the blood in it.

The same is true for the king-blood clan, but this bloodline is impure. It is neither the ancestral line of the Mo Qilin clan nor the original Eighth Mountain bloodline. It is just a collateral descendant of the king's blood.

This has not yet used the Tongyan and the Chakrasam Sutra, but using the Tongyan to peek at the flaws, in fact, a single encounter can kill this monster.

The effect of mixed blood is not very good. As a side line, the bloodline on the opposite side must at least be at the candidate Saint Son level, so that its bloodline can have an immediate effect on me.

In the demon clan's fighting arena, it's a life-and-death battle. If he doesn't kill his opponent, his opponent will kill him.

Furthermore, there is an old witch behind the scenes forcing people like them to appear. If he deliberately shows weakness, he will survive one game and still have to be pushed to the stage in the next.

Next one. Since he wanted to take action, Liu Feng simply killed him.

He wanted to try and see how many kills he could kill today without using the Tongyan and Chakravartin Sutras.

On this altar, without the effort of refining, he can get the essence of the bone and blood of a demon by killing a demon, which is just the right time for him to practice the Holy Bone Sutra and strive to cultivate the bloodline magical power as soon as possible. The Buddhist bone body can also slowly grow in size. .

Opposite the altar, six thousand demons from Lou Kui's lineage were present. They were originally looking at the four altars.

At this time, the group of demons saw Liu Feng, a human servant, waving to them and actually calling them to end quickly, and they suddenly became furious.

Before the fellows in the stands could rush out, from the adjacent fourth altar, a burly figure covered in magic light rose up from the ground and leaped towards the third altar.

You are a lowly creature who is no different from a slave. You are looking for death.

The three-foot-long humanoid demon smashed down the altar. On his original fourth altar, Ji Qiu had multiple bloody holes in his upper body. Although he was not defeated yet, it was obvious that he would not be able to survive for long. He relied on Wang Gu's physical body to barely heal his injuries. support.

Taking this opportunity, Ji Qiu quickly escaped and fled back to the stands.

When she fell back among the demons, no one paid attention to her, they were all looking at the third altar.

On the altar, a three-foot-long demon body held a big halberd and swept out hundreds of true weapons. Behind him, the martial arts phantom pressed his palms repeatedly in the air.

Rumble... The air wave exploded.

There are more than a hundred true gangs, each of which is 150 feet wide, covering half of the altar.

Wherever the martial arts phantom comes out of the palm, one ball after another of demonic energy manifests as weapons, penetrating towards the opponent at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Facing such a dense offensive, the white-haired figure's body flashed with lightning, while dozens of figures sprang out of his body.

One breath, two breaths... When the third breath came, the slightly injured white-haired young man replaced three figures one after another and appeared less than fifty feet away from the demon's body.

Buzzing...

Dozens of forbidden techniques for crossing lives were covered, and the body of the demon was imprisoned in place.

At the next glance, a figure flashed towards him. The demon's right arm was wrapped around the Buddha's sword and he was photographed. After breaking the armor, a big head was completely broken open.

The force of the blow with just one arm exceeds that of most fifth-level demons in the clan who are practicing martial arts.