My Transformed System is Toxic

Chapter 734
Under the Yellow Spring, Qing Lan stood out of thin air, her eyes drooping, without the slightest emotion, and a terrifying fairy light surged in her pupils.

boom!
The phantom of the green lotus suddenly bloomed, and the monstrous celestial brilliance overwhelmed the brilliance of the yellow spring above the sky. In an instant, the laws of heaven and earth were modified, the barriers between Yin and Yang were broken, and the surroundings were turned into a chaotic realm, returning to the origin.

A ray of bright divine light overflowed from her fingertips, and it turned into a fairy knife with a flick of her finger. The blade was crystal clear, and the sharp aura surged around like a vast ocean, tearing apart the heaven and the earth, and cutting off the endless water of the underworld.

"stop--"

The expression of the man in white changed suddenly, he suddenly raised his hand, and moved away from his position, revealing the Sansheng Stone half a person's height behind him.

The strength of the person in front of him is too heaven-defying. Even if he holds the origin of Lingyang human race's sages in the past, he is not an opponent at all. If the war continues, Lingyang Huangquan will collapse, and it will even interfere with the subsequent arrangement of Lingyang Tiandao.

And once the barrier of Lingyang Huangquan disappears, it will inevitably attract the intervention of the Yin Division, and the situation is very likely to get out of control.

Qing Lan didn't waste any more words, retracted the depressed palm knife, and stepped in front of the Sansheng Stone.

The whole body of the Sansheng Stone is blue in color, and there are strands of silver threads inside, which cannot be counted. Although the number of these threads is huge, they do not interfere with each other and are in perfect order.

Through the weak induction in the soul of life, Qing Lan raised her palm and pierced into the Sansheng Stone, and cut out a fragment the size of a human head from it.

Time was running out, she didn't have the time to distinguish carefully, she could only feel it roughly, after putting away the Sansheng Stone, she immediately turned around and prepared to leave.

She is not a creature of this era, and every move she takes carries a huge burden, including Ying Qianqiu, who must bear a huge karma.

The reason why she can move freely now is because of this cause and effect, someone is helping her carry it.

Before Qinglan escaped from the underworld, a wisp of black mist gushed out from the depths of the underworld, and blocked her in an instant, turning into a blurred figure.

"Are you free? I want to chat with you for a while."

A question came from the black mist, the tone of voice was not the slightest wave, like a pool of stagnant water, men and women could not be distinguished.

"Who are you?" Qing Lan frowned slightly, for a moment she couldn't see the depth of this person clearly.

At the time of the Immortal Ancient Era, she had traveled all over Huangquan, and the Yin Division had long been under her control. She didn't remember that there was such a person under Huangquan.

"Lord of the underworld, they call me Mingzun."

Hearing the word Ming Zun, Qing Lan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then let's talk."

Mingzun disappeared in the era of origin, and it has always been a mystery for later generations. On the other hand, as the actual controller of the Book of Three Times, how far Mingzun's strength has reached is also a question mark.

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Great universe, heaven.

The mighty river of time and space fell from the dome of the starry sky, and more than a dozen figures straddled the river, launching a fierce battle that had never been seen since the continent of origin was broken.

Even if this battle did not take place in the present world, it had a great impact. Occasionally, a ray of aftermath would shatter a starry sky, and the entire universe would cry.

33 At the top of the sky, in a world of nothingness.

The huge fairy cauldron stands in the center of the world. Two irregular crystals like the scorching sun are constantly rotating, enveloping Yin and Yang.

Except for Qing Lan, those immortal emperors in the later generations have never given him this feeling.

A figure sat cross-legged in the fairy cauldron, with a jade-like appearance, with fairy lines branded between his brows, but in his early twenties, he was at the peak of youth.

The jade emperor's temples were stained with snow, and he stared at the young man in the cauldron with a calm expression.

"This is the fairy scripture you want."

After a long silence, the Jade Emperor threw out a few volumes of fairy scriptures, and said lightly:

"Send a word to Tianhuo for me, the Heavenly Court has not yet collapsed, so we will meet again in Immortal Ancient."

"With my own strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult for this junior to escape."

Ying Qianqiu put away the volumes of the Immortal Scriptures, hesitating for a while, just as he stepped into the Heavenly Court, the outside world suddenly started a war, and he didn't realize the truth, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried at the moment.

He is not afraid of death, but when he came to this era, the person he was looking for had not been found, and he knew nothing about it, so he fell here.

"They can't locate your traces. When I make a move, there will be life, so you can take advantage of it."

The Jade Emperor raised his hand and handed out a token, and then sent Ying Qianqiu out of this world with a flick of his sleeve:
"With this order, go to the underworld, and the people of the underworld will help you escape."

The token is only one inch, and the word "Yan Luo" is written on it.

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When Ying Qianqiu came back to his senses again, he was already on the battlefield, and what he met was a dazzling sword light, which split the sky and the universe, and carried a world-shattering murderous intent.

A piece of jade jumped out from his arms, and the Dao marks on it flowed, reflecting a glow, which swallowed the sword light and disappeared into nothingness.

The surrounding immortal monks are mixed with incense gods, fighting on the battlefield, resisting the invasion from all directions. They have too many opponents. In the entire universe, except for the immortals and some incense gods, almost all stand on their side. the opposite of.

Ying Qianqiu looked around, the once glorious 33rd Heaven had been completely smashed, with rubble and rubble everywhere, and the wreckage of the magic circle.

The fairy blood was mixed with the true blood of all kinds of powerful creatures, printing and dyeing the void, the sky and the earth were full of blood, and the murderous aura rushed to the sky.

The resentment of the falling of powerful creatures condensed into an invisible law in the void, and soon turned into a ecstasy of evil light, sweeping the world.

boom!
Before Ying Qianqiu could look any further, the void beside him suddenly collapsed, and two big suns rose above his head, illuminating the starry sky, and then crashed straight into the long river of time and space, splashing boundless waves.

Many masters who were fighting, without exception, all stopped and fell into silence. The divine sense was firmly locked on the two source crystal fragments, and there was no clear distinction between each other. The atmosphere was about to freeze in an instant.

When the attention of all rulers was on the two source crystal fragments, a ray of inconspicuous clear light emerged from the void and poured into a huge lunar star.

Above the sky, the Jade Emperor held the cauldron in his hand, stepped forward slowly, scanned the battlefield, and suddenly sighed softly:
"Are you even going to turn your back on Heaven?"

"Kano!"

There was a sudden explosion of thunder and shouts. The Jade Emperor raised his head and his eyes fell into the long river of time and space. A god surrounded by divine brilliance subconsciously trembled. battlefield.

Shined by the divine light, Xianghuo Zhengshen didn't hesitate for a moment, burned his whole body of vows, and waved the magic weapon in his hand towards a group of immortal monks.

They were all righteous gods in heaven, enjoying the incense of all spirits, and their status was respected, but at this moment, they did not care about the slightest affection in the past, and chose the ancestor gods they believed in.

As the gods of incense and fire, they have no right to choose independently. In many cases, they not only have to consider their own survival, but also their own believers.

In their view, in today's war, Heavenly Court has very little chance of winning.

(End of this chapter)