Chapter: 2694
Zhuo Wen sighed softly, clasped his fists at the old man, and disappeared into the Scarlet Hall with a single step.
"Slaughtering the Underworld Finger? If I remember correctly, this is the unique fairy art of the Canglong Taoist, right? This kind of fairy technique has been lost for a long time after the Canglong Taoist disappeared. I am afraid that not many people can recognize this fairy technique now. Bar?"
"The yellow spring on this son is from the same source as the killing yellow spring finger used by Taoist Canglong ten thousand years ago. Could it be that this son has been inherited by Taoist Canglong?"
When Zhuo Wen disappeared in place, the smile on the old man's face slowly disappeared, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
"I really didn't expect that a spirit body born from a small mortal cauldron of yours could recognize the killing Huangquan finger. It really surprised me!"
Just as the old man finished speaking, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind the old man.
The old man's pupils narrowed slightly, and he stepped back suddenly, his pupils narrowed slightly to stare at a figure behind him leaning against a bloody flesh wall.
This figure is dressed in a black robe, and the long flowing hair covers the face. Its face is faintly visible, and its true face cannot be seen clearly.
If Zhuo Wen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him. Isn't this person the number one mountain god?
"Who are you?"
The old man broke out in a cold sweat, staring at the number one mountain god in front of him. In his blood tripod world, he was the ruler, but he didn't even notice that the man in black robe appeared behind him.
"It doesn't matter who I am, I just want to know now, how did you recognize what killing Huang Quan refers to?"
The first mountain god raised his head slowly, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, exuding a murderous intent that was as real as it was.
The moment the old man saw those eyes, his whole body trembled and he almost fell to the ground.
The old man is the spirit of the blood cauldron, and the blood cauldron has been watered by the blood of countless creatures for tens of thousands of years. The old man has seen countless killings and killing intent, but compared with the murderous intent in the eyes of the black-robed man in front of him, There is basically one sky and one underground.
With just one look from the man in black, the old man felt an unbearable sense of heaviness, as if just one thought of this look could completely make him disappear.
At this moment, why didn't the old man know that he had encountered the most terrifying existence he had ever seen in his life. He had seen a lot, and he could feel the terror of this person, which was already comparable to that peerless strongman ten thousand years ago.
"explain��"
The first mountain god spit out this word slowly, and his voice was full of killing connotations.
"Although the villain is a mortal cauldron, its existence can be traced back to the catastrophe ten thousand years ago. In that catastrophe, the villain was just an ordinary cauldron, but many peerless powerhouses fell in that catastrophe. It is the blood of a peerless powerhouse, so wisdom is born."
"Because the villain is really insignificant, he survived the disaster. After the catastrophe, the martial arts declined. The battlefield was split into corpses and jeopardy by the powerful, and the villain was brought out by the first master of the Blood Refining Mansion. Dead dead."
"Because the villain is somewhat wise, the first Palace Master left the villain in the Blood Refining Mansion. Later, as time went by, he was gradually used as a sacrificial object. Over time, he became a blood It looks like Ding."
The old man quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at the first mountain god, and told his story in one breath.
"The main reason why the villain recognizes the Slaughtering Yellow Springs Finger is that he accidentally saw Taoist Canglong fighting with the Heavenly Insect, and that Taoist Canglong used the Slaughtering Yellow Springs Finger."
"Although that kid just now possessed very little Huangquan, it is indeed the aura of killing Huangquan..."
The first mountain god leaned against the blood-colored flesh wall, staring at the old man without saying a word, while the old man knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
"I see��"
The first mountain god murmured softly, his eyes showed a flash of remembrance, but he soon came to his senses, and he said lightly: "Since there is a picture in your memory of Taoist Canglong using the killing Huangquan finger, show this picture to Zhuo Wen."
The old man trembled all over, hesitated for a moment, and then agreed: "Yes!"
When the old man raised his head again, he found that the first mountain god had disappeared.
"Oh my God! Who is this person? It's too terrifying, as if his eyes could kill me completely, but judging from his words and deeds, it should have something to do with that kid just now. It seems that I can only follow the According to this person, he showed that kid the scene of Canglong Daoist using his killing Huangquan Finger."
The old man sighed lightly, but he blamed himself for talking too much. If he hadn't talked too much, he probably wouldn't have elicited that terrifying existence just now.
After a while, Zhuo Wen came out of the passage. At this moment, the water droplets from the yellow spring surrounding him had grown to as many as 220 drops.
Seeing Zhuo Wen coming out, the old man sighed softly, walked forward quickly, and said: "Little friend, is this the killing Huangquan finger you are using?"
Zhuo Wen, who was originally happy, suddenly changed his face. He looked at the old man vigilantly and said, "How do you know?"
Back when Zhuo Wen practiced killing Huang Quanzhi, the jade slip had already said that this fairy art is the unique fairy art of Canglong Taoist, and it is too weak in the early stage, so it is impossible for others to think it is a fairy art.
This is also the reason why Zhuo Wen dared to use and cultivate the Slaughtering Yellow Spring Finger blatantly. Now the Blood Cauldron Spirit recognized the Slaughtering Yellow Spring Finger at a glance, which really stunned Zhuo Wen.
"Hey! I'll show you a picture, and you'll understand everything!"
The old man sighed softly, and immediately pointed out the void with his thin right hand. Suddenly, the blood in the blood refining pool in the hall surged up into the sky, and immediately combined into a huge picture.
In this picture, there are many scenes flickering, and then the scene is frozen on one of the pictures. JrNovels.com
"Slaughtering the Underworld Finger? If I remember correctly, this is the unique fairy art of the Canglong Taoist, right? This kind of fairy technique has been lost for a long time after the Canglong Taoist disappeared. I am afraid that not many people can recognize this fairy technique now. Bar?"
"The yellow spring on this son is from the same source as the killing yellow spring finger used by Taoist Canglong ten thousand years ago. Could it be that this son has been inherited by Taoist Canglong?"
When Zhuo Wen disappeared in place, the smile on the old man's face slowly disappeared, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
"I really didn't expect that a spirit body born from a small mortal cauldron of yours could recognize the killing Huangquan finger. It really surprised me!"
Just as the old man finished speaking, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind the old man.
The old man's pupils narrowed slightly, and he stepped back suddenly, his pupils narrowed slightly to stare at a figure behind him leaning against a bloody flesh wall.
This figure is dressed in a black robe, and the long flowing hair covers the face. Its face is faintly visible, and its true face cannot be seen clearly.
If Zhuo Wen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him. Isn't this person the number one mountain god?
"Who are you?"
The old man broke out in a cold sweat, staring at the number one mountain god in front of him. In his blood tripod world, he was the ruler, but he didn't even notice that the man in black robe appeared behind him.
"It doesn't matter who I am, I just want to know now, how did you recognize what killing Huang Quan refers to?"
The first mountain god raised his head slowly, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, exuding a murderous intent that was as real as it was.
The moment the old man saw those eyes, his whole body trembled and he almost fell to the ground.
The old man is the spirit of the blood cauldron, and the blood cauldron has been watered by the blood of countless creatures for tens of thousands of years. The old man has seen countless killings and killing intent, but compared with the murderous intent in the eyes of the black-robed man in front of him, There is basically one sky and one underground.
With just one look from the man in black, the old man felt an unbearable sense of heaviness, as if just one thought of this look could completely make him disappear.
At this moment, why didn't the old man know that he had encountered the most terrifying existence he had ever seen in his life. He had seen a lot, and he could feel the terror of this person, which was already comparable to that peerless strongman ten thousand years ago.
"explain��"
The first mountain god spit out this word slowly, and his voice was full of killing connotations.
"Although the villain is a mortal cauldron, its existence can be traced back to the catastrophe ten thousand years ago. In that catastrophe, the villain was just an ordinary cauldron, but many peerless powerhouses fell in that catastrophe. It is the blood of a peerless powerhouse, so wisdom is born."
"Because the villain is really insignificant, he survived the disaster. After the catastrophe, the martial arts declined. The battlefield was split into corpses and jeopardy by the powerful, and the villain was brought out by the first master of the Blood Refining Mansion. Dead dead."
"Because the villain is somewhat wise, the first Palace Master left the villain in the Blood Refining Mansion. Later, as time went by, he was gradually used as a sacrificial object. Over time, he became a blood It looks like Ding."
The old man quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at the first mountain god, and told his story in one breath.
"The main reason why the villain recognizes the Slaughtering Yellow Springs Finger is that he accidentally saw Taoist Canglong fighting with the Heavenly Insect, and that Taoist Canglong used the Slaughtering Yellow Springs Finger."
"Although that kid just now possessed very little Huangquan, it is indeed the aura of killing Huangquan..."
The first mountain god leaned against the blood-colored flesh wall, staring at the old man without saying a word, while the old man knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
"I see��"
The first mountain god murmured softly, his eyes showed a flash of remembrance, but he soon came to his senses, and he said lightly: "Since there is a picture in your memory of Taoist Canglong using the killing Huangquan finger, show this picture to Zhuo Wen."
The old man trembled all over, hesitated for a moment, and then agreed: "Yes!"
When the old man raised his head again, he found that the first mountain god had disappeared.
"Oh my God! Who is this person? It's too terrifying, as if his eyes could kill me completely, but judging from his words and deeds, it should have something to do with that kid just now. It seems that I can only follow the According to this person, he showed that kid the scene of Canglong Daoist using his killing Huangquan Finger."
The old man sighed lightly, but he blamed himself for talking too much. If he hadn't talked too much, he probably wouldn't have elicited that terrifying existence just now.
After a while, Zhuo Wen came out of the passage. At this moment, the water droplets from the yellow spring surrounding him had grown to as many as 220 drops.
Seeing Zhuo Wen coming out, the old man sighed softly, walked forward quickly, and said: "Little friend, is this the killing Huangquan finger you are using?"
Zhuo Wen, who was originally happy, suddenly changed his face. He looked at the old man vigilantly and said, "How do you know?"
Back when Zhuo Wen practiced killing Huang Quanzhi, the jade slip had already said that this fairy art is the unique fairy art of Canglong Taoist, and it is too weak in the early stage, so it is impossible for others to think it is a fairy art.
This is also the reason why Zhuo Wen dared to use and cultivate the Slaughtering Yellow Spring Finger blatantly. Now the Blood Cauldron Spirit recognized the Slaughtering Yellow Spring Finger at a glance, which really stunned Zhuo Wen.
"Hey! I'll show you a picture, and you'll understand everything!"
The old man sighed softly, and immediately pointed out the void with his thin right hand. Suddenly, the blood in the blood refining pool in the hall surged up into the sky, and immediately combined into a huge picture.
In this picture, there are many scenes flickering, and then the scene is frozen on one of the pictures. JrNovels.com
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