Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin: I Set Taboos in the Heavens

Chapter 242: It’s easy to die as a God of War, I’d rather be a Holy Emperor!

When Fang Qing was looking at the various sceneries inside the Qiankun bag, someone actually tried to pick up the Qiankun bag from the outside.

He was an old man, wearing a white robe, with white cloth wrapped around his head. There were many gems adorning his forehead, and his eyes were dark brown. It was obvious that he was not a cultivator from the Central Plains.

The old man's blood and energy are extremely powerful. It is not the kind of powerful condensed energy of a Martial Saint, but a lot of blood and energy accumulated together. It gives people the feeling that he is not like a human being, but as huge as hundreds of fat pigs put together.

Big but not condensed!
This was the first impression that this old man gave Fang Qing.

The second feeling was that this old man was too arrogant and actually tried to put away the Qiankun bag.

After the Qiankun cloth bag was expanded, it became very heavy. It could only be put away if more than ten ghost immortals worked together. But now this old man wanted to put it away alone.

Fang Qing took action and suppressed the old man with the War God Demon Lord who had just appeared.

"A cultivator from Huo Luo Country, are you the Saint Tu Yuan?"

Fang Qing took a step and in an instant he was outside the Qiankun bag.

At the same time, Hong Yi, Chan Yinsha and Monk Jingren were also brought out by him.

"It is indeed Saint Tu Yuan. Didn't he go to hunt down Meng Shen Ji? He actually ended up here."

Chan Yinsha looked at the fat old man and recognized that this person was a saint from the Spiritual Yuanshen Temple of the Huo Luo Kingdom.

Saint figure.

"What is that blanket under him? It can actually make him fly?"

Hong Yi looked at the thing under the saint. It was a mat about three or four meters square, or it could be said to be a blanket.

This strange blanket is embroidered with many strange runes, and among the many runes there is a very strong blood energy, which makes this blanket able to support a ghost fairy to fly.

Being able to fly on your own without the need for a companion is definitely a treasure in this Yangshen Realm.

Even Zen Yinsha, one of the eight great demon fairies in the world, felt tempted when she saw the blanket.

The saint Tu Yuan was not in the mood at this moment. He originally wanted to seize the Qiankun bag, but now a very terrifying god of war flew out and suppressed everything he had, making him unable to use even his own Taoist magic.

He, along with the blankets under his command and everything on his body, were all sealed. At this moment, he was like a fly sealed in amber, unable to even feel fear.

"That is the Blood and Magic Carpet of the Jingyuan Temple. It is the magic weapon of the Jingyuan Temple and can fly freely. I didn't expect it to be brought out by Saint Tuyuan."

Zen Yinsha spoke with a strange light in her eyes, and it seemed that she was very interested in the Dharma Blood Divine Carpet.

"He brought a lot of stuff with him, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to be so bold as to chase after Meng Shenji and even try to snatch my Qiankun bag."

A smile appeared on Fang Qing's face. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of crystal from the body of Saint Tu Yuan.

This piece of crystal is crystal clear, without any impurities, and in the very center, there is a drop of bright red blood, exuding a sacred aura.

It seems that this drop of blood has a great origin and is a rare treasure between heaven and earth.

"This is... the blood of the evil god from the Jingyuan Temple! It is a supreme holy object. It is said that as long as one drop is obtained, one can become a ghost immortal. He actually brought one drop out."

Seeing that drop of blood, Chan Yinsha's face showed even more shock.

The blood of the evil god is the most mysterious divine object in the Jingyuan Temple. Although it is not as good as the Tianyuan Divine Pill of Tai Shang Dao, which can directly elevate cultivators to the human immortal realm, this kind of divine object can also greatly enhance the spirit of cultivators, condense their souls, and suppress their inner demons.

This treasure is much more powerful than the Yuanpin Dzi Bead, and it also has many benefits for ghost immortals like them.

In the past years, Chan Yinsha also coveted the blood of the evil god, but it was impossible for her to get it. You know, Saint Tu Yuan is a peerless master who has survived a thunder tribulation, and is even higher than her, the Silver Shark King. In the past, she had to avoid Saint Tu Yuan when she saw him. How could she see the sealed Saint Tu Yuan like today?

"The blood of the evil god is indeed a good thing. It is the most precious treasure in the world that can improve one's spirit and soul."

Fang Qing's soul reflected the drop of evil god's blood and felt many strange Taoist rhymes.

When he absorbed part of the evil god's blood into his body, he felt a very powerful and vast spiritual will rolling in, and a picture appeared before his eyes.

These images show many fragments of what happened in the past years.

In a trance, Fang Qing seemed to have returned to ancient times. It was an unknown era or place, but there was a god in that time and space.

This deity has a very rugged appearance and holds a sledgehammer in his hand. He looks majestic and powerful.

The space-time fragment changed again, and the scene around this deity changed. He actually arrived at a battlefield. The sky was full of yellow sand, and there were armies everywhere. There were countless armies, at least hundreds of thousands of them, and there was no end in sight at a glance.

Countless flags and countless corpses are surrounding this deity.

This god wielded his giant hammer and fought against the army of tens of millions. But he seemed to have reached the end of his rope, and no matter where he went, he was heavily guarded.

It was hard to imagine what kind of era it was, when even a god was surrounded. This extremely powerful god, holding a sledgehammer, cut a bloody path. The locust-like crossbows could not break his body. Countless arrows fell on him like a heavy rain in summer, but none of these could cause any harm to him. Instead, his roar killed many soldiers.

This is an extremely powerful deity!

But soon, new changes took place on the battlefield. All the besieging troops dispersed, and a golden chariot came from a distance. On the golden chariot was a golden throne, and on the golden throne sat an emperor wearing a crown.

As soon as the emperor arrived, he immediately revealed an extremely terrifying and oppressive aura, which seemed to freeze the entire world.

Buzz!
The emperor raised the scepter in his hand and pointed it at the fighting god, and the god was frozen and unable to move.

The extremely powerful emperor did not kill the god immediately. It seemed that he admired the god very much and wanted the god to surrender and follow him.

The god, however, paid no attention to it, and exuded a spirit of "never surrender". Even if he died, he would never surrender.

Even after such a long time, Fang Qing can still feel that kind of indomitable spirit and fighting spirit, as if it exists forever.

Never surrender!

The powerful emperor shook his head and pointed his scepter, and the god was divided into five pieces. Each piece of the god's flesh and blood was filled with an unyielding will, which was still preserved in the blood.

This is the origin of the evil god's blood.

Placing it in the Zhatian Realm is equivalent to cutting up a powerful being of several levels of the immortal platform, then removing all impurities, refining it into blood, and letting future generations take it.

Such treasures are naturally unimaginable to some future generations.

Now, there is only the purest will in the blood of the evil god. That indomitable will, if refined by future generations, will give them hope of breaking through the barriers of life and death and reaching the realm of ghost immortals.

"It sounds similar to the Demon Emperor's heart, but there is no unyielding will in the Demon Emperor's heart, but there are countless essences."

Fang Qing pondered the origin of the evil god's blood. After thinking for a moment, he found that the origin of the evil god's blood was somewhat similar to that of the Demon Emperor's heart. Both were the life essences left behind by cultivators of high levels.

Of course, there are many differences, such as the Demon Emperor's heart was left behind by the Green Emperor on his own initiative, and the Green Emperor is still alive.

The blood of the evil god is what is left after a god is killed. That god is completely dead.

The Demon Emperor's heart mainly contains life essence, and does not contain any will of the Green Emperor, otherwise whoever refines it will die.

However, the blood of the evil god contains the unyielding will of the ancient god of war to fight against the heavens and the earth. This will is accepted by later generations and can naturally help them break through the barrier of life and death and enter the realm of ghost immortals.

"There are so many war gods in the world, but unfortunately most of them have fallen. Whenever a war god appears, it is often accompanied by their fall, because there may be a holy emperor in that era."

Fang Qing's soul was flowing, and he thought of the God of War Demon Lord of the Wugui Dao. He was also a god of war, but he was killed by a Holy Emperor. And this god of war was also killed by a Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor represents the orthodoxy of ancient times and the absolute power.

The God of War represents never surrendering, not submitting to anyone, and daring to fight against the heaven, the earth, and man, but he often ends up dying at the hands of the Holy Emperor.

"The state of mind of unyielding can make one's spirit firm, the original intention more solidified, and the spirit reach a new realm."

Fang Qing tasted the blood of the evil god, and his soul was wildly enhanced at this moment.

Originally, his soul was improving every moment, but it was difficult to get a high-speed improvement unless he had a chance to obtain the ancient divine medicine. But now that Fang Qing has obtained the blood of the evil god and tasted the indomitable spiritual will in the blood of the evil god, his soul is soaring violently.

With a casual movement, countless natural forces between heaven and earth were activated by his soul, manifesting as strong winds and thunderstorms.

His soul can stimulate the natural power of heaven and earth and cause thunderstorms with just a thought!
Beside Fang Qing, whether it was Hong Yi, Chan Yinsha, or Monk Jingren, all had expressions of extreme shock on their faces.

"My God, how powerful is this person's soul? I feel that if his soul moves, it can tear me into pieces."

Monk Jingren was deeply shocked. He was a martial saint and could be considered a master in today's world. However, he felt that he could not withstand the fluctuations of that man's soul.

"Senior Fang Qing has become even more powerful."

Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha looked at each other and saw the shock in each other.

"The blood of the evil god is a good thing. You should feel the will in it. It is enough to take your soul to a higher level."

Fang Qing opened his mouth and gave the remaining blood of the evil god to the Taoist couple.

As for his own gaze, it turned to Saint Tu Yuan again.

This guy is really a good person. He chased Meng Shenji without killing him and came to him to offer benefits.

How can I not accept it with a smile?

(End of this chapter)