Red Mansion: Incense and God Road, starting from the City God of Shenjing

Chapter 55: Blood Dragon Appears, Demon King Slaughters Three Realms

"Roar!"

The mount, the white tiger, roared and rushed towards the martial arts master with the will of a poisonous scorpion.

The realm of a half-step great demon, relying on a strong body and the help of ghost minions.

The fight was a two-way fight.

Jia Cong stretched out his right hand, and the sacred seal shone with divine light.

Eighty divine powers were invested in it.

It directly hit the innate warrior with pagoda-shaped martial arts will.

The earliest practice of martial arts is to learn from all living things. What kind of martial arts you practice determines your will!
Therefore, the will of martial arts is related to the combat effectiveness of the innate martial artist.

Generally there are differences in levels.

Similar to the beast type, the lowest grade.

Like the Tiger Demon Fist of the Liaodong Border Army, the threshold for practice is low.

The power of the condensed martial arts will is also low.

On it are various strange objects.

Just like Zhang Wanyue's Zhenyue will that Jia Cong had encountered before, and the Cangta will in front of him.

The biggest threat!
"rise!"

With the divine seal upon him, this martial arts innate also knew that Jia Cong had once used this trick to kill two innates.

Dare not be negligent and exert your martial arts will with all your strength.

The dazzling golden tower exudes a sense of towering heaven.

But he only held on for a short moment before being killed with a look of horror on his face.

This is not over yet!

Five specially made eight-ox crossbows with inscriptions engraved on them suddenly appeared under the Shinto seal.

"Breaking the magic of the Eight Oxen Crossbow!"

The evil god refiner beside Jiang Wenxing's face changed drastically.

"Boom!"

The next second, five crossbows were fired at once!

The jet-black crossbow arrow was deep in color and emitted a faint glow.

At such a close distance, there is no way to avoid it!
"puff!"

In a state of desperation, Xie Dao Lian Shen had to resort to life-saving measures in advance.

The tip of his tongue was bitten, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was extremely filthy.

It transformed into a beast head with fangs and shattered three crossbow bullets, but was still hit in the arm and leg by the remaining two.

It turned into two balls of blood mist, and its vitality was seriously damaged.

"Is that all?"

Jia Cong frowned slightly, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with the outcome of the battle caused by his combined efforts.

In fact, such a record is enough to be called horrifying in the eyes of anyone.

Those were five third-level masters who were besieging and killing each other, not five cabbages.

Within three breaths.

He killed one, seriously injured two, and even tied with one using his mount.

Don't forget, from the time I awakened my wisdom and developed Shinto to now, it has only been less than four months.

Moreover, at present, it is far from being a complete deployment of all the means.

The ghost soldiers in the underworld did not move, and the remaining divine power was enough to kill one more.

The most important thing is...

"My dear brothers, this villain has exhausted all his tricks. He will not use the same trick again."

"Hurry up and join me in killing this beast and rid the country of a great threat."

When Jiang Wenxing saw Jia Cong's condition, he was overjoyed and greeted him loudly.

"Restrain yourself and return to propriety, and kill the enemy for justice without fear!"

"Wherever my path leads me, I will go even if there are thousands of people against me!"

"How dare you, you treacherous villain, offend me!"

In the realm of a great scholar, one can speak eloquently and his words are based on the law.

The righteous spirit swept across like a storm.

The great scholar from Jiangnan Academy truly showed his abilities at this time.

His tongue burst into spring thunder, and three sentences in a row turned into three Confucian and Taoist magic spells.

One for blessing, one for killing, and one for protecting oneself.

Countless storms swept towards Jia Cong like sharp blades.

"You are so hypocritical. You didn't use your full strength just now because you were afraid that my strongest killing method would fall on you, right?"

"But who gave you the illusion that this was my strongest trump card?"

However, Jia Cong saw through Jiang Wenxing's hypocritical face at a glance.

The wind was somehow mixed with a faint smell of blood.

The morning sun is stained with blood, illuminating the sky red.

The lifelike hairpin hanging behind Jia Cong's head suddenly came alive. The remaining four people looked on in disbelief.

It swirls slowly and rises against the wind.

Finally, it turned into a twelve-foot-long blood dragon.

The terrifying and evil power made the four people feel like they couldn't breathe.

"Demon... Demon King!"

At this moment, even Jiang Wenxing, a great scholar who had devoted himself to Confucianism and Taoism, could no longer maintain his composure.

His face was filled with fear, and he was even temporarily unable to tell that the Blood Dragon was only a half-step demon king.

But for the ordinary third realm.

There is no difference between a half-step demon king and a demon king.

There is a gap between them that is as hopeless as a chasm.

"Damn it, old man Jiang, how dare you cheat me!"

"If I can survive today, I will slaughter 3,000 people from your White Deer Academy to vent my hatred!"

Under this oppression, the middle-aged evil monk even turned against Jiang Wenxing.

"Ow!"

The blood dragon ignored all this, raised its head and spewed out a mouthful of bloody flames.

Exuding an evil and filthy aura, the methods of the evil spiritual cultivator were like a white lotus compared to this one, which could not be more righteous.

"Explode for me!"

In the face of crisis, the evil monk gritted his teeth.

The only remaining left arm turned into a ball of blood mist and merged into the magic weapon Wanhunzhu that he had practiced for many years.

The air was so gloomy that even the ground was covered with a large area of ​​white frost.

But under this bloody flame, it was of no use at all.

After the flames, only a dimly lit orb remained.

"A boat lifted by the wind, helping me soar into the sky!"

When Jiang Yunxing saw this, he no longer had any hope.

He took out a great scholar's treasure and crushed it without a second thought.

The so-called great Confucian literary treasures are mostly the handwritings of the great Confucian scholars or the things that have been with them for a long time. They are washed by the great spirit and give birth to magic.

It is extremely precious, and a great scholar can only cultivate one or two pieces in a hundred years.

On a daily basis, it can be used like the Xuanmen Nine Refinements magic weapon and used multiple times to enhance the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

You can also burst it out all at once to gain short-term power.

This time when Jiang Yunxing went to Beijing for revenge, he only brought five items with him.

This is the maximum number that at least two great scholars could leave behind in their lifetime.

Now it is directly consumed.

A light boat appeared, but had not yet taken Jiang Yunxing away.

A soul-destroying stick suddenly appeared in the void behind him.

Directly knock Jiang Yunxing away.

Before Jiang Yunxing landed, the owner of the Soul-Destroying Stick jumped slightly.

The figure flashed and appeared behind Jiang Yunxing again.

It was Hei Wuchang under Jia Cong's command, who had been hiding until now just for this moment.

How can the body of a great scholar with great moral integrity compare to that of the soul-catcher from the underworld?

After a few hits, he was severely injured and lost the ability to resist.

Like a dead dog, he was thrown at Jia Cong's feet.

The blood dragon also slaughtered the remaining two martial arts innates who came with Jiang Yunxing.

Turn into a hairpin again.

So far, from the time Jiang Yunxing showed up to the time he failed and was captured alive.

It was only a short half-incense stick of time.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Jia Cong returned to Dabai and patted the tiger's head to show his approval.

He lowered his head and asked calmly.

"Marquis Zi Yi has great means. He came here today for justice. He asked for benevolence and got it. The only thing he can do is die."

"But there are many talented people in Jiangnan."

"I want to see how long you, Marquis Purple, can continue to be so rampant!"

Jiang Yunxing was quite tough and said with his neck stiff.

"Interesting, you're being so stubborn at this time..."

"You want me to look up to you because you have backbone."

"Then you pull out the supporters of the White Deer Academy to make me afraid and let you go?"

"Or anger me and ask for a quick death?"

"Or..."

(End of this chapter)