Realizing that his magic power was constantly being refined, the old monster Youquan began to collect the blood skeleton released, and a cluster of fist-sized bulges emerged from the old monster Youquan.

These protrusions are clustered very closely, and because of the expansion, the skin becomes extremely thin, and the dark red liquid flows in it, looking like a pomegranate with its skin peeled off, revealing dense flesh.

“Wow woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

The flesh wriggled, and gradually produced a terrifying and ferocious human face. When the mouth opened, it made a terrifying sound. Red-brown pus continued to flow out of the seven orifices, yellow corpse water, and dark red blood stains.

The erosion and stench are overwhelming, and the elixir surroundings are also slightly dim.

‘Is this Chiyou’s dirty blood?’

Yuan Qingwei's eyes narrowed. Before the Nirvana of the Monkey Zen Master, Yuan Qingwei and him had deduced it several times, and they also had a clearer understanding of the ability of the old monster Youquan.

After the old monster Youquan was defeated by the one-fingered Zen master, the blood skeletons condensed were almost completely destroyed. The only few blood skeletons left accidentally encountered Chi You's blood in the earth veins. They used magic to sacrifice and refine their own souls. Not only did they use endless magical uses, they were also not afraid of the power of pure yang, which was an important support for him to seek revenge this time.

The so-called Chiyou's dirty blood, although it is called Chiyou, actually has nothing to do with Chiyou, and it is not even blood.

Chiyou's blood was essentially the "blood stain" left by a god Qingzhi in the hands of a group of immortals during the Yuming Sanren period.

According to common sense, the great god Qingchi himself should not have the concept of blood, but the ancient god was very special. His situation was a little similar to a divine beast or a fairy monk who followed the path of immortality.

Although his cultivation is extremely high, he still has something similar to blood.

After the death of the ancient god, these blood also turned into blood stains, merged into the earth along the earth's veins. After being squeezed and forged by the earth's veins for thousands of years, they absorbed the cold and turbid air between the heaven and earth, and the foul air of the earth's veins. These blood stains turned into a very terrifying and strange substance.

This strange existence contains yin and cold air, earth veins and foul air, resentment generated instantly by the ancient god's death, and even the residual evil spirit of the god-killing god. It can distort the vital energy and decompose the vital spirit, which is very suitable for refining the treasure of the demonic path.

The seemingly inevitable act of placing it in pursuing its soul is a sure thing, but it has greatly alleviated the schizophrenia of the old monster Youquan.

Under the influence of Chiyou's dirty blood, those blood skeletons that rely on distractions cannot be condensed independently, and the true soul of the old monster Youquan who rely on it can disperse evil spirits and resentment, and barely support them.

‘It would be fine if it was something else! The power of the ancient god…’

Yuan Qing sneered slightly, the three treasure jades were hanging high in the void, the three lights of the sun, moon, and stars flowed, driving the three talents of heaven, earth, and man, anchoring the spirit of the old monster Youquan, and finally bounced his fingers.

The treasure blossoms bloom above Ruyi, and thousands of colorful changes fell gently, hitting the head of the old monster Youquan.

"This is!" The old monster Youquan showed a look of horror on his face. The vague ancient divine words sounded from Ruyi, and Chiyou trembled with blood, as if he had some power to wake up again.

‘As expected!’ Yuan Qingwei knew in his heart that whether it was burning with the Pure Yang Pill Fire at the beginning, or the Three Treasures Ruyi suppressing the spirit, or even the ancient god spell, it was to awaken the power of the ancient Qingchi God.

Yuan Qingwei, who has the memory of Mingyu Sanren, knows the horror of this kind of ancient gods.

The ancient god who left Chi You's dirty blood was in the world. According to the human immortal path, he had reached the state of sainting the body and reborn with blood.

Even though the immortals such as Guangchengzi really killed the other party back then, now that Chiyou's dirty blood inheritance is inherited, the other party obviously has a trace of power left.

For such an existence, as long as there are traces of it, it will return sooner or later.

Now Yuan Qingwei just used ancient divine words to sacrifice and activate the power in advance.

This regaining power of the ancient gods is probably a kind of supply to the old monster Youquan who is usually a man of use, but when he fought with Yuan Qingwei, it became a fatal loophole.

Just like, the old monster Youquan used the loophole of the guardian monk to break the mandala magic array. Now Yuan Qingwei also used the residual power of the ancient god to break the old monster Youquan's natal energy from the inside, and immediately activated the power of the three treasure jade Ruyi to attract the Pure Yang Dan Fire to fall.

“Ahhhhhh…”

The Dan Fire followed the three lights of the sun, moon and stars, and merged into the spirit of the old monster Youquan. At the same time, the causal connection in the dark also ignited all the blood skeletons left in the outside world.

The old monster Youquan who noticed that he had no choice but to retreat, roared angrily: "Don't think about it!"

After saying that, the dense balls of meat exploded one by one, and countless pus and blood splattered, trying to contaminate the surroundings.

Yuan Qingwei stretched out his hand again, and the nine heavenly clear air stored in the Yuanshi Treasure Pearl fell, layer by layer of clear air turned into a heavenly realm, wrapping the old monster Youquan, and then the Pure Yang Dan Fire continued to burn.

When he arrived at the back, the surrounding seal script began to shrink, and Yuan Qingwei also reappeared in the temple, holding the Hunyuan Baozhu in his hand, with the fire, blood, and clear light intertwined, causing chaos inside the Baozhu.

Yuan Qingwei silently used his magic power, mobilized the clear light and fire light, suppressed the rolling blood light, and then raised his hand to release two sword lights.

As soon as the golden sword light flew out, thick black smoke appeared from the void. In the black smoke, a big hand of white bone the size of a millstone reached out and grabbed the two sword lights.

"Bone God Claw?" Yuan Qing raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, "Why, White Bone God Lord, you have no grudge against Monkey King! Why are you here to find him bad luck?"

"I have nothing to do with the one-pointed finger, but someone hates you to the core and gives you a reward that I can't refuse, so I have to kill you by myself!"

Amid the thick black smoke, the tall and thin man walked out. He was wearing a white bone robe made of white bone pieces. His eyes were round and large, protruding from his eye sockets. His exposed skin was pale, without a trace of blood and no trace of muscles were visible, just like a white bone covered in human skin.

After the White Bone God appeared, the White Bone's hand above kept pressing inward. Yuan Qing's thoughts moved, and the sword light tugged, cutting off the slender bone spur between the fingers of the White Bone and flying out of it.

The green fire in the pupils of the White Bone God flashed. His white bone claws were the residue of the gods and demons. They were not used for general innate clutches. They could withstand flying swords. If the quality was slightly worse, they might be pinched into powder.

Yuan Qingwei's flying sword could easily break free, and combined with the golden sword light, it was obviously not extraordinary. He couldn't help but say coldly: "No wonder he is so generous! Pure Yang Taoist sect, it's indeed extraordinary!"

After saying that, dozens of green flames gushed out from behind him, accompanied by the sharp sound of ghosts whistling, and twelve nine-son mother ghost swords flew out from it.

One hundred and eight gray-white sword lights were flying in the air, and accompanied by the green green flames that had not yet dissipated, strangled towards Yuan Qing.
Chapter completed!