Nothing to do today, check the life and death book

With a shout of curse in the aftermath, the Blood Demon Lord retreated in embarrassment.

Looking at his face at this moment, he had no eyebrows or beard, his hair was curly, and the sleeves that originally covered his arms had disappeared. His two unique arms were extremely black, as if they had just been pulled out of a pile of charcoal.

With the help of Yin Wenshan, Le Jinxi and Bai Wuchang, who had rushed up, were also sent flying in the aftermath.

"Oh my god, he's going to blow us to death too!" Bai Wuchang steadied himself and said fearfully.

Le Jinxi came back to his senses and waved his hand, saying, "Don't panic, don't panic."

But his eyes were always fixed on the Blood Demon Lord, and he complained in his heart, "Old man, it's okay, you must have accumulated a lot of virtue in your previous life."

Suddenly, he felt a cold wind beside him. Le Jinxi turned his head and saw Bai Wuchang transformed into a white robe and a white hat. With his right hand, he had a mourning stick.

He gave Le Jinxi a smug look and said confidently, "Wait and watch me bring his soul here."

After saying that, he rushed up, still muttering: "The road to the underworld is narrow and hard to find, Master Bai will lead the way for you, soul come, soul come..."

The mourning stick kept shaking in his hand, and even Le Jinxi felt light and his soul trembled as if it was about to leave his body.

"It can actually bewitch souls. I have to treat him well in the future. This is a bug!" Le Jinxi was secretly delighted, and her eyes unconsciously glanced at Hei Wuchang in the distance.

"Hey! I have two bugs like this."

"Shut up!" The Blood Demon Lord also noticed something was wrong, but he didn't pay much attention to Bai Wuchang who looked like a child. He just glanced at him and waved his hand to shoot out a blood blade.

Bai Wuchang was immediately displeased and cursed, "How dare you look down on me? I will separate your soul and body in a moment."

He swung the mourning stick in his hand away, breaking the blood blade and hitting the Blood Demon Lord directly.

"You little bastard, I don't need anyone to come and cry for me, get away from me!" The Blood Demon Lord looked very disgusted, and he flicked his sleeves, creating a wave of energy that swept towards the crying stick, along with Bai Wuchang.

"Bullshit, I've never cried at a funeral in my life, who do you think you are?" Bai Wuchang said indignantly.

He leaped over the wave of power, held the mourning stick in his hand, grasped the handle with his left hand, and pulled it upwards, throwing the white cloth strips in his hand towards the Blood Demon Lord.

Looking at the mourning stick in his hand, it looked like a feather duster with all the feathers lost, which was very disgusting.

Bai Wuchang hummed a melody, and the white cloth strips immediately glowed with a faint light. One after another, they danced around the Blood Demon Lord.

Up and down, left and right, the seemingly unintentional arrangement reveals a hint of elusive mystery.

His soul trembled inexplicably, and Blood Demon Lord's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Bai Wuchang seriously, "Could it be that I am blind?"

"Hehe!" Bai Wuchang laughed, and gently twisted his wrist. The mourning stick in his hand was instantly replaced by a pitch-black iron chain.

"The King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning. Who dares to keep you until five o'clock? No matter how you live as an emperor, immortal or god, your life will be wiped out and you will enter the cycle of reincarnation..." Bai Wuchang kept talking, and a faint light appeared on the white cloth. Countless scriptures emerged and enveloped the Blood Demon Lord.

"You little bastard, you're courting death, so don't go," the Blood Demon Lord raised his hand and a blood blade slashed out fiercely, but at the same time it split into two and three, forming an X-shape and a M-shape, and passed by in an instant.

But the next scene made the Blood Demon Lord almost drop his jaw in shock. The blood blade that was supposed to chop towards Bai Wuchang, after hitting the white cloth with scriptures, disappeared without a trace like a stone falling into the sea, leaving only a ripple.

"Illusion?" The Blood Demon Lord was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and struck forward. The scripture glowed faintly, and with a humming sound, it was like a sound of Sanskrit exploding in his ears. The Blood Demon Lord took a half step back with a muffled sound.

"Damn it! It's the Buddhist scriptures!" the remaining soul in the body screamed.

“No matter what scripture it is, if it blocks my way, I will dissipate it. Break it!” The Blood Demon Lord sacrificed the Life Mark, which immediately turned into a giant blade that pierced the scripture cloth. The cloth lasted for a moment and then disappeared.

At the same time, the arrangement of the cloth strips changed rapidly, and new strips of cloth were replaced where the cloth strips disappeared.

"Blood magic demon spirit!"

The remnant soul seemed to be stimulated by the Buddhist scriptures, and appeared quite panicked, and directly followed up with a big move.

The Blood Demon Lord's body shook, and the blood in his body surged out of his body. Two huge blood demon claws took shape in an instant under the ultimate move of the remnant soul, and coordinated with the giant blade, vowing to tear open a path.

One breath, two breaths... After a long time, most of the scripture cloth strips were destroyed. Bai Wuchang was so anxious that he jumped up and down, unable to stand still, but he could only stare and watch, because this was already his most powerful move.

"Damn it! If I could recover a thousand years of cultivation, I would definitely be able to take him down," Bai Wuchang hardened his heart and gritted his teeth. He had just recovered 30% of his cultivation, but he used up half of it with his own hands.

In an instant, the scriptures shook violently, the Sanskrit sound was like thunder, and scriptures appeared in the place where the scripture cloth strips were lost. Two different voices roared angrily in the cloth cage.

"Damn it! You little bastard are so cruel that you actually want to extract my soul. What wishful thinking!" The Blood Demon Lord pretended to be calm and suppressed the disobedient soul. After all, his realm was there and he could hold on for a while.

But it’s different for the remnant soul. He is now just a remnant soul, and his strength is not even one-tenth of what it was before. It’s really miserable when he encounters this kind of scripture that specifically restrains the soul!

He was about to be sucked away by the Sanskrit sounds, and this would truly sever the karmic connection between him and the Blood Demon Lord.

Not to mention the soul seed, the backlash of cause and effect was enough to make him suffer a lot. In desperation, he actually reported his home.

"You son, you are so presumptuous! Let me out! I am the fighting spirit of the blood clan, in charge of the entire Qingyun Realm. If you don't stop, be careful that I will kill you!"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. After he said that, Bai Wuchang immediately started to curse: "Souls torn apart? Stupid shit, this is what I do, am I afraid of souls torn apart?"

"Cause and effect, cause and effect, I don't want it anymore," the remnant soul became anxious, and quickly fled towards the soul sea of ​​the Blood Demon Lord, intending to devour his soul and take over his body.

"You are crazy!" The Blood Demon Lord was shocked. The power of the patterns immediately flowed into the sea of ​​soul, forming a light shield, covering the little soul figure that was no different from him.

The residual soul hit the light shield and bounced out.

"Let me devour your soul. Don't worry, I will resurrect you," the remnant soul roared anxiously, and he, with only the upper half of his body left, bumped against the light shield again and again.

“Resurrection? You think I’m a three-year-old kid? My soul is about to be devoured by you, how can I resurrect?” The Blood Demon Lord sneered. A large hand condensed with power suddenly stretched out from the light shield and grasped the remaining soul tightly.

"You want to devour me, then die first!" The big hand gathered its strength and clenched.

"It's useless. From the moment you promised me, you were destined to be devoured by me..." The remnant soul was not afraid at all.

Before he finished speaking, the soul seed that had taken root in his soul sea began to grow at an astonishing speed.

What followed was the rapid depletion of the soul sea, causing the vein power and blood essence in the Blood Demon Lord's body to be forced to flow into the soul sea for absorption at the same time.