Chapter 637
The sea breeze whimpered, sweeping over the broken reef beach with the fishy and salty smell of blood. The remains of the Nine Nether Demon Eel floated on the sea, and the dark green demon blood dyed the sea area of 100 meters into a turbid poisonous swamp. Fu Shaoping knelt on one knee on the cracked array plate, and the dragon bone knife was deeply inserted into the crack of the rock. The dragon pattern on the blade flickered, like a candle in the wind.
Nangong Wan's golden thread had already been retracted, and the three main threads were covered with fine cracks. She staggered to the side of the demon eel corpse, and suddenly a golden light burst out from her fingertips, accurately splitting the skull of the demon beast. A fist-sized gray-black demon pill was rolled out by the golden thread, with nine twisted magic patterns wrapped around its surface.
"Yin Sha Demon Pill?" Fu Shaoping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his pupils shrank slightly, "No wonder it can break my dragon pattern body protection."
Nangong Wan used a jade box to seal the restless demon pill, and the golden thread wrapped around the spine of the magic eel: "This main bone has been soaked in the water of the underworld, and it is an excellent material for refining magic-breaking arrows." She suddenly groaned, and the golden thread between her fingers broke in half - there were actually three poisonous spines hidden in the remains of the tail fin.
Fu Shaoping flashed over, the dragon bone knife flashed with cold light, and the poisonous stinger was broken with a sound. He pressed his left hand on Nangong Wan's wrist, and the silver-blue dragon energy flowed along the meridians, forcing out the infiltrated demonic poison. "Reckless." His voice was cold and hard, but the dragon pattern on his palm was scorching.
The waves suddenly surged, and more than a dozen black turtle corpses were washed ashore. The blood-colored runes on the turtle shells ignited when they came into contact with air, and turned into ash in an instant. Fu Shaoping raised the tip of his knife, and seven intact plastrons flew into the air. The dragon energy swept through them and wiped away the dirty blood, revealing the jade-like texture inside.
"Mysterious Jade Armor Plate." Nangong Wan's golden thread stretched out like a spirit snake and carved a seal array pattern on the edge of the armor plate. "It's enough to refine three sets of heart-protecting mirrors."
There was a rustling sound in the distance. The three surviving red-scaled sea snakes were secretly devouring the corpses of their own kind, and their bodies were expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. Fu Shaoping swung out the dragon bone knife without looking back, and the silver dragon shadow roared and pierced through the three snakes. At the same time, Nangong Wan ejected the golden thread and plucked the still twitching snake gall in mid-air, and the green bile drew a crystal arc in the air.
"It's a waste of natural resources." She put the snake gall into the ice jade bottle, and the golden thread suddenly pierced into the wound on Fu Shaoping's left shoulder, "Don't move." The golden light as thin as a hair shuttled through the flesh and blood, crushing the remaining evil spirit bit by bit. Fu Shaoping's forehead veins bulged, but he let her do it, and just held the dragon bone knife tighter.
When the tide receded, half of the bronze flag was revealed on the beach. Just as Nangong Wan was about to touch it, the flag suddenly split open, and nine black lines shot out, heading straight for her throat. Fu Shaoping's dragon eyes suddenly lit up, and he spurted out a mouthful of his own blood. The blood beads condensed into a micro-knife formation in the air, cutting off all the black lines.
"Yin Wujiu's life poison." He crushed the bronze fragments, his voice carrying a rare solemnity, "The Beast Taming Sect is looking for us."
The sun was setting, and the last ray of golden light fell on the collected monster materials. Nangong Wan's silver hair rope had been replaced with a strand of black hair - the same strand that was previously wrapped around Fu Shaoping's knife tassel. When the sea breeze blew, the black and silver hair intertwined, looming in the glow of the new island protection formation.
The night was as dark as ink, and a strange blue phosphorescence appeared at the junction of the sea and the sky. The new array pattern of the island protection array flickered in the darkness, coating the piles of monster materials with a layer of cold silver light. Fu Shaoping sat cross-legged in the center of the array, with the dragon bone knife across his knees, and the dragon pattern on the blade was greedily devouring the remaining dragon blood essence in the spine of the black armored demon whale.
Nangong Wan leaned against the edge of the cliff, three damaged golden threads suspended in her palm, with the gray-black Yinsha Demon Pill wrapped around the end of the thread. She suddenly frowned, and the golden light on her fingertips surged - the nine magic patterns on the surface of the magic pill twisted on their own, forming a ferocious beast head totem.
"Heart-eating curse." She sneered, and the golden thread suddenly tightened, "Do you want to keep eyes and ears after death?" The magic pill shattered, and a wisp of black smoke was dispersed by the dragon-patterned sword energy as soon as it came out.
Fu Shaoping suddenly opened his eyes, his dragon pupils reflecting an unnatural vortex somewhere under the sea: "Here it comes."
Before he finished speaking, twelve water columns shot up into the sky. At the top of each water column stood a black-robed monk, with a bronze bell hanging on his chest ringing without wind. The leader took off his hood, revealing a face that was 70% similar to Yin Wujiu, except that his right eye had turned into a wriggling insect nest.
"My brother has been missing Fellow Daoist Fu's dragon blood." Dozens of transparent poisonous insects crawled out of the insect nest and formed blood-colored seal characters in the air - [Blood debt must be paid with blood].
Nangong Wan's golden thread suddenly pierced the ground. There were dense explosions under the beach, and hundreds of lurking heart-drilling insects were pierced by the golden thread. She opened her red lips and said, "The way the Beastmaster Sect treats guests is three times thinner than your face."
The black-robed man laughed strangely, and the sound of the bell suddenly became sharp. The sea surface was boiling, and three corpses of purple mansion-stage sea beasts that had been soaked for a long time floated to the surface. Each corpse was inlaid with dense explosion talismans. Fu Shaoping's dragon pattern protected his body, but he saw that those talismans did not attack the center of the formation, but went straight to the mortal settlement on the east side of the island!
"Despicable!" Nangong Wan's golden line surged, but was blocked by the insect wall that suddenly appeared in mid-air. Fu Shaoping had turned into a silver rainbow and swept out, and the dragon bone knife slashed out a shocking knife curtain. At the moment when the knife energy touched the talisman, all the explosive talismans suddenly changed direction and formed a death array three feet around him.
"boom--"
In the blinding white light, the man in black robe suddenly screamed. Fu Shaoping, who should have been blown to pieces, appeared behind him, and the dragon bone knife pierced his dantian. The illusion dissipated, and the real Fu Shaoping was still standing there, but there was a drop of blood on the tip of the knife - it was the blood word spelled out by the insect just now!
"How does it feel to have the blood curse backfire?" Fu Shaoping crushed the blood droplets. In the distance, twelve black-robed men vomited blood at the same time, and the bells on their chests all exploded.
Nangong Wan's golden thread took the opportunity to penetrate the sea beast's corpse, and threw all the explosive talismans into the deep sea. Amid the surging waves, she suddenly turned around and threw out three jade slips, accurately nailing them into the back of the necks of the three black-robed men who were trying to escape.
"Take a message to the Beastmaster." The golden thread on her fingertips trembled slightly, and the restriction on the jade slip was triggered instantly. "If you offend my island again, the person you send back next time will not be a living person--"
"It's the head of your saint."
When the wind was calm, the sky in the east was already turning pale. Fu Shaoping put the last piece of monster material into the storage ring, and suddenly pressed Nangong Wan's wrist. A black line appeared on her wrist at some point, which was the curse left by the Yinsha Demon Pill.
"You're being nosy." Nangong Wan tried to pull her hand away, but the dragon pattern locked her meridians. Fu Shaoping cut his palm, and the dragon blood flowed into her spiritual veins along the golden thread, melting the black lines like snow wherever it passed.
In the sea fog, the sound of a flute could be heard faintly. A silver rope with black hair tangled around it slipped from Fu Shaoping's sleeve and was quietly swept away by Nangong Wan's golden thread.
The sea surface before dawn was covered with a cold iron-grey light, and the formation pattern at the edge of the island protection formation suddenly trembled for no reason. Fu Shaoping raised his head suddenly, and the dragon bone knife came out of its sheath with a buzzing sound. Wherever the blade pointed, the air three meters away actually cracked like glass.
"Click!"
A slender hand with distinct joints stretched out from nowhere and crushed the incoming sword energy with ease. The man was wearing a plain white gown, with a half-broken zither hanging from his waist, and a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows that was dazzlingly red.
"After ten years, Brother Fu's way of hospitality has become even more unique." The man chuckled, and his fingertips lightly plucked the air. The invisible strings made Nangong Wan's golden thread tremble violently.
Nangong Wan's pupils suddenly shrank: "The Zither Demon Wen Buyan?" The golden threads in her sleeves had formed a killing array, but she suddenly stopped the moment she saw that the opponent's left little finger was missing - the wound was as smooth as a mirror, it was exactly the dragon-patterned knife mark left by Fu Shaoping.
Fu Shaoping's blade was not retracted, and his dragon pupils were filled with murderous intent: "You still have the nerve to mention the ten-year agreement?" Where the blade pointed, dense blood-red runes suddenly appeared on the beach. It was the "Nine Nether Soul Guide Formation" left behind when the Qin Demon slaughtered Longyuan Pavilion. Wen Buyan sighed and took off the Jiaowei Qin. The body of the Qin was made of the spine of the master of Longyuan Pavilion. He plucked the strings casually, and the sound waves turned into a substantial chain that wrapped around Nangong Wan: "I heard that the Nangong family's "Golden Thread Questioning the Sky" can replenish the soul, would you like to borrow a wisp of your soul from me?"
“Zheng!”
The dragon bone knife collided with the strings, and the burst of energy evaporated the seawater within a radius of 100 feet into mist. The dragon pattern on Fu Shaoping's left arm lit up, and the knife energy was mixed with dragon roars: "Back then, you poisoned and killed 300 people in my whole pavilion in order to refine the Heavenly Demon Harp."
"Wrong." Wen Buyan suddenly laughed strangely, and the sound of the piano suddenly turned shrill, "It's three hundred and one." He slammed the piano case with his left hand, and black mist spurted out from the pegs made of the Pavilion Master's skull. In the mist, a scene emerged that Fu Shaoping had never seen before -
The soul of the baby in the cradle was extracted alive and refined into the strings of a musical instrument!
Fu Shaoping's body was slightly stagnant, and Nangong Wan's golden thread was pouring down like a rainstorm. Wen Buyan did not dodge or evade, and let the golden thread penetrate his chest, but no blood flowed out of the wound, instead countless tiny insects crawled out.
"Phantom Puppet?" Nangong Wan retreated hastily, but the golden thread had been gnawed by the insects. The real killer move came from underground - nine white bone strings broke out of the ground and instantly formed a cage!
Fu Shaoping's dragon pattern was fully activated, and the sword energy turned into a silver dragon of a hundred feet. Just as the silver dragon was about to tear the zither cage apart, Wen Buyan suddenly bit his tongue, and the blood mist condensed into a familiar female shadow in the air: "Ping'er, hurry up!"
"Mother?!" Fu Shaoping's knife suddenly became chaotic, and the silver dragon disappeared with a mournful cry. The cage of the zither took the opportunity to shrink, and Nangong Wan's golden thread suddenly broke by itself, and the nine sections of golden thread shot towards the acupuncture points on Wen Buyan's body like sharp arrows.
Wen Buyan's hand on the zither finally stopped. He looked at the golden thread that pierced his dantian and smiled with relief: "What a great one. The golden thread asked,
The white shirt burst open, revealing a body covered with zither bugs. Nangong Wan suddenly shouted: "No! This is..."
late.
Wen Buyan's body turned into a sky full of sound blades, each of which was engraved with bloody musical notes. When Fu Shaoping swung his sword to block, a musical note suddenly penetrated the dragon pattern - it was the lullaby that the Pavilion Master's wife sang before she died!
"what--"
In the severe pain of the dragon pattern backlash, Fu Shaoping vaguely saw Nangong Wan rushing towards him. She actually grabbed the sound blade that pierced Fu Shaoping's chest with her bare hands, and the golden lines in her palms reorganized frantically, and finally condensed into an ancient formation diagram that had never been seen before.
"Use my heart of Taoism as a guide." Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and the golden threads broke one by one. "Ask the heavens - borrow the law!"
The sky cracked open, and a streak of purple lightning struck down. The remaining qin insects of Wen Buyan turned into ashes in the lightning, and the Jiaoweiqin floating on the sea suddenly started playing by itself, this time it was the tune of "Requiem".
Fu Shaoping struggled to grab Nangong Wan's hand and found a harp-string-shaped scar on her palm. What was even more horrifying was that there were a few strands of gold threads running through his dragon pattern - the "asking the sky to borrow the law" move just now was clearly the withdrawal of his own soul!
Amid the sound of the tide, the Jiaowei Qin gradually sank into the deep sea. Nangong Wan shook off Fu Shaoping's hand, but he grabbed her vital point with his backhand. The dragon energy and the golden thread entangled in the meridians, forming a new seal on the sound injury left by the Qin Demon.
"Mind your own business." She sneered while panting, but her earlobes turned red.
As the east brightened and the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, it revealed two rows of intersecting footprints on the beach - one row had a dragon pattern, and the other row had golden lines looming.
The scorching sun at noon scorched the beach into twisted heat waves. Nangong Wan's golden thread meandered through the sand, embedding the last monster crystal core into the center of the formation. Suddenly, her fingertips trembled slightly - a dark purple flame was hidden deep in the crystal core.
"Nine Netherworld Fire?" Fu Shaoping's dragon bone knife was already across her neck, "Don't move."
The blade accurately picked up the crystal core, but the flames followed the golden thread into Nangong Wan's meridians. She groaned, and half of the charred black string suddenly slipped out of her sleeve - it was the string that the Qin Demon secretly wrapped around her wrist before it disappeared!
Fu Shaoping's dragon pupils shrank suddenly. The moment the nether fire touched the strings, seven blood-colored sound barriers burst out from Nangong Wan's body, and each sound barrier revealed distorted memory fragments:
The twelve-year-old Fu Shaoping was brandishing a knife in the ruins of Longyuan Pavilion, and the person kneeling under the knife was the young Nangong Wan!
"Illusion!" Fu Shaoping slashed at the sound barrier, but the dragon bone knife pierced through the phantom. Nangong Wan's golden thread suddenly ran wild, and the nine main threads turned into chains that nailed his limbs to the reef. Her pupils had turned into a strange purple-red, and a golden short sword made entirely of nether fire condensed at her fingertips.
"It turned out to be you." When the tip of the sword was against Fu Shaoping's throat, her voice was filled with the unique tremor of the Qin Demon, "The dragon-patterned sword that wiped out my entire family"
The sea surface suddenly exploded, and three purple mansion-level sea beasts controlled by the Nether Fire broke through the waves. Fu Shaoping looked at the Qin insect pattern that appeared behind Nangong Wan's neck, and suddenly broke two golden threads, and his bloodstained left hand directly grasped the Nether Fire Sword!
"Wan Wan." His dragon pattern flowed backwards, and he used the most clumsy way to transfer the dragon blood into her meridians. "Look at the black hair on your wrist."
The boiling dragon blood collided with the nether fire, and the black hair on Nangong Wan's wrist, which was taken from Fu Shaoping's sword tassel, suddenly glowed silver. The strings of the zither made a harsh cracking sound, and the blood color in her eyes faded slightly. The golden dagger stopped half an inch before piercing Fu Shaoping's throat.
"Shaoping." With a broken cry, she suddenly turned around and stabbed the dagger into her heart!
The dark fire splashed everywhere, and Fu Shaoping took the opportunity to break free. The dragon bone knife drew a mysterious trajectory in the air, and the knife energy did not cut towards Nangong Wan, but chopped towards the shadow cast by her own golden thread on the beach - there was a blood-red sound Gu curled up!
"Roar!"
The moment the knife fell, the three sea beasts exploded at the same time. In the bloody rain, the real killing move was revealed: every drop of the beast's blood turned into a string, and the moment Fu Shaoping caught Nangong Wan, it pierced his back like a hedgehog.
Wen Buyan's residual soul chuckled in the void: "Dragon blood tempered golden thread, what a beautiful sacrifice." (End of this chapter)