Xuanhuan: I'm really not an expert

Chapter 558 Kunpeng Town Eternal

The blood mist rolled.

Behind the blood-colored platform, it was like a monstrous monster was born.

Long Zixuan and Wu Dade both stepped forward, staring at the blood mist.

Vaguely, a giant beast took shape.

The huge human head is like a hill, and there are eighteen arms on the huge python-like body.

Suddenly, the giant beast opened its mouth and sucked.

The endless blood mist was immediately sucked into his mouth.

The torrential blood river above the Baisha river bed was even swallowed by it.

If one looked from the sky above the Cauldron Star Realm, one would be shocked, because the blood river that stretched for tens of thousands of miles disappeared completely in an instant, exposing the river bed.

Nether blood river, not a drop left.

On the Baisha River bed, Wu Dade and others saw that the blood-colored mist disappeared, and an astonishing scene appeared in that area.

The body of the heretic was several thousand meters high, and it looked ferocious and weird. The flesh and blood seemed to be mixed with stones, and it was covered with thick gray stone skin.

At first glance, this kind of creature is very similar to the "strange spirit" that Wu Dade and others have seen, but it still has its own life, and thick blood vessels can be seen between the gray muscles.

It's not a strange spirit, but the breath is even more chilling.

"This heretic...is a relative of the strange spirit?"

Wu Dade opened his mouth, and he confirmed that there was a strange aura of gray mist in this heretic.

The big black dog said:

"Almost, being contaminated by the strange gray mist, but not losing their lives, and finally feeding on the gray mist... They were all extremely terrifying characters, but in the end they lost themselves."

Hearing this, both Wu Dade and Long Zixuan were shocked.

The weird gray fog is definitely one of the weirdest substances they have ever seen.

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky, as long as they are contaminated, they will perish completely, and there is no room for resistance.

However, heretics... have withstood the erosion, and even finally treated the gray mist as food.

What kind of terrifying character is this?

"I can feel... the smell of delicacies."

At this moment, the body of the heretic made a loud and hoarse voice.

This kind of voice does not belong to humans, nor does it belong to any language in Yangjian, but the big black dog and others can understand it.

When cultivation reaches a certain level, any language and sound can be understood.

Because the sound language is only an external manifestation of the Dao, and the Dao is connected to all dharmas.

On the huge gray eyeballs of the heretic, there are blood vessels as thick as arms all over the place, staring at the big black dog, etc., said:

"You eat one of my bones, and I'll eat you whole!"

His words were sharp, saying:

"Eat you... I will return to the top!"

Saying that, the body of the heretic struggled forward!
However, it moves very slowly!
At this moment, Long Zixuan and the others discovered that the lower body of the heretic was buried in white gravel!

It's like being caught in quicksand.

"One grain of white sand, one world... how many worlds were destroyed in the previous battle..."

The big black dog murmured, saying:

"Boss used the corpses of the worlds to suppress this heretic, but he has no spare power to kill it?"

Hearing this, Wu Dade and Long Zixuan were even more shocked. Under their feet, is a grain of sand a dead world?

What a tragic battle this must have caused the sands of the world to form such a riverbed.

What kind of situation should the strongest man who fought against heretics in the past be?It is necessary to suppress heretics with the sands of the worlds.

And that heretic is struggling crazily at this moment!

"Do you think you can hold me down?"

"impossible!"

"I have accumulated thousands of years, today... I will get away!"

The frenzied aura of heretics erupted.

Endless sand and gravel rose up and were pushed to the surroundings by the huge strength of the heretics.

The white sand rolled up, and the scene buried under the white sand suddenly appeared.

I saw that under the countless white sands, there was an indomitable sculpture - that was a huge Peng!
The giant roc is lifelike, but it has been completely petrified. On the body of the giant roc, there are pieces of stone scales the size of a human head.

And at the feet of Pengniao, there was a pile of messy corpses. Those corpses could no longer tell what kind of ancient beast they were, but they were very similar to those of heretics. They were full of gray petrified flesh and blood, with stumps and broken arms everywhere. All of them have completely lost their vitality.

Jupeng...stepping on corpses!
And the tail of the heretic was also crushed under the foot of the giant roc!

So... the heretic couldn't break free.

This scene is very appalling!
It must be known that heretics are definitely one of the most terrifying existences.

However, at this moment, a giant roc has slaughtered countless heretics, and even crushed the last living heretic under its feet, suppressing the eternal!

"what is that?"

Wu Dade asked in shock.

"Kunpeng……"

The eyes of the big black dog were full of sentimentality, and said:
"What the boss is facing is not a heretic, but several... all died, and only the last one remains."

"Back then, he must have reached the end of his life, but no one could help him... The First World War was tragic for eternity, tragic for eternity..."

Wu Dade was dumbfounded when he heard this.

And Long Zixuan stared at the statue of Kunpeng even more.

Inexplicably familiar, from the soul...

At this moment, he seemed to see the light and shadow of time and space.

Eternal battles, the sky collapsed and the earth fell, the flames of war burned all the worlds, killed the stars, and the void shattered...

The gray mist swept across and the people howled. It was a desperate era.

The tragic war spreads all over the world, there is nowhere to escape, nowhere to avoid.

There is a kunpeng soaring nine days, sometimes it is a giant kun, stirring up the heavens of all ages, and sometimes it turns into a giant roc, its wings cut through time and space!

Indistinctly, Kunpeng turned into a human figure, dressed in black, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, and an unrivaled powerhouse with ten thousand dragon souls on his feet, standing with his hands behind his back.

"The ages are dying, that one is gone, the era of white mist is over, and the era of gray mist is coming... Can the common people still have life?"

Kunpeng seemed to be whispering.

The man who stepped on the soul of the ten thousand dragons looked into the depths of the endless gray fog and said:
"That one will definitely return."

"However, we may die and disappear completely."

As he said that, the man seemed to let out a laugh, and said:

"It's time for me to hit the road."

"Kunpeng, here, this battlefield, can only be left to you."

Kunpeng was silent for a long time, and said:

"Is there any hope of breaking through that road? Buried in a different way, the body dies and the road disappears..."

"There's always someone to fight."

The man who stepped on the soul of the ten thousand dragons stood with his hands behind his back and said:

"The blood of the World Honored One can only flow on that ancient road..."

Kunpeng said word by word:
"Do you have a last wish?"

The man smiled slightly, and said: "Don't be stupid, Kunpeng, I have a last wish, and you can't fulfill it."

"The battlefield here is also extremely dangerous, you can't survive."

With that said, he walked up to Kunpeng, patted Kunpeng on the shoulder, and said:

"I wish you a happy death!"

Hearing this, Kunpeng seemed to laugh too.

"You too, after you die, please remember that your soul returns to your hometown."

"On the road..."

The man who stepped on the soul of the ten thousand dragons disappeared.

Kunpeng watched the man leave, and murmured the last words:
"The ten gods are extinct, and all spirits are dead...May the souls of the kings return to their hometowns!"

After the words fell, he soared into the nine heavens, killing towards the boundless gray fog. In the gray fog, there seemed to be several terrifying heretics riding the gray fog to appear...

That battle was extremely tragic, Kunpeng's blood was exhausted, his life and soul were burned out, the enemy was shattered, but he was also swallowed by gray mist...

"With the power of the worlds, bury everything... bury everything!"

In the end, Kunpeng fought to the last breath, turned into a stone sculpture, buried in the sand of the world...

"The soul returns to the hometown... The soul returns to the hometown..."

There is only a faint murmur, echoing in the sands of the world.

……

On Long Zixuan's face, coldness slipped down.

The boy does not cry easily.

At this moment, he feels the same, and his heart is pierced like a knife.

"The soul returns to the hometown..."

"I have come."

"Kunpeng, are you still there?"

Long Zixuan whispered.

And the struggle of the heretic is becoming more and more intense at this moment!
As if feeling the struggle of a heretic, somewhere on the stone carving roc, a piece of scale-like feathers suddenly emitted a faint light.

That was the only feather on the stone giant roc that had not yet been completely petrified.

The light emitted and turned into a huge roc claw, which actually held down the mighty heretic.

This is the obsession of Jupeng, even if the fossils are eternal, and there are scales and feathers, they must suppress heretics.

"I really think, can you still hold me down?"

"For so many years, I have only been cultivating vitality..."

"Today, I'm completely out of trouble!"

Suddenly, in the hands of the heretic, a cloud of white origin qi appeared!
"Many years ago, I used my incarnation to work with a few comrades to severely damage the heaven you left behind... Hehe, I got some spoils!"

"I wanted to continue dormant, devouring the blood of the world, and then get out of trouble... But today, your old friend came to the door, I... don't have to wait any longer!"

The heretic swallowed that day's Dao Origin Qi!

Immediately, the shriveled flesh and blood of the heretic became swollen.

It turned around suddenly, and cut off its own tail with one palm.

Tail off for survival!

The huge claws transformed from the giant roc scales and feathers crashed down, but at this moment, the heretic, with his strength restored to an unknown degree, broke through the suppression of the roc claws alive!

Heretics... out of trouble!

"The soul returns to the hometown..."

The Kunpeng stone sculpture seemed to have a bit of obsession echoing, but it was no longer able to trap this heretic.

"I'm free!"

The terrifying voice of the heretics spread throughout the heavens and myriad worlds.

The endless universe trembled, and at this moment, the creatures of all heavens and myriad worlds were in a state of panic, as if it was the end of the world.

This kind of breath is even more terrifying than when the eternal gray fog appeared in the Dafu Star Realm in the past.

In the vast void, every place in the universe and the Dao of Heaven seems to be awakened at this moment, and even the Dao of Heaven is panicking!

"The heretics who attacked grandpa... have they appeared again?!"

"The way of the ancestors has been severely damaged, and the creators of the world have already fallen into the ancient history... Is the end of the world here?"

Many spirits of heaven are murmuring in low voices!
At this moment, even God's Domain above Ten Thousand Realms felt something.

In the domain of the gods, there are nine places on the ground today, and there are giant cauldrons emerging!

"The catastrophe is approaching, and the town of Shiding appears..."

"what happened?"

"Where is the disaster?!"

The great earthquake in God's Domain, the nine great cauldrons, are magic weapons laid down by the supreme giants in the 33rd layer of God's Domain, and they will only manifest when the cosmic catastrophe comes.

Since it was recorded in Yangjian, it has manifested no more than five times.

During the war between gods and demons, there was once a supreme giant in the Demon Realm, who broke through the God Realm, and Jiuding once manifested...

In the battle between demons and gods, a mysterious existence once attacked the 33rd heaven of God's Domain, and Jiuding also manifested...

Every time is a shocking event.

God's Domain panicked.

33 In the sky, countless shrines were disturbed at this moment.

"There is a catastrophe in the lower realm!"

"What's going on?"

There were many giants, and they asked questions one after another.

"Are we going to reflect the heavens and manifest in the lower realm?"

A giant spoke.

"No, in the past years when the demon gods fought and the Nine Cauldrons manifested, there was a Taoist friend who reflected the heavens, but died inexplicably... You must be cautious about such a catastrophe!"

Immediately there are other giants blocking!
Even the giants in the 33rd heaven are afraid!

And this moment.

In a certain shrine.

"It's this kind of breath again... It seems that in this life, an unrivaled opportunity is really about to appear!"

A giant murmured that he was the strong man who once reflected the heavens when the eternal gray mist appeared in the Dafu Star Realm.

He is also the person behind Xing Mie Shenjun and others.

"It has been silent for thousands of years, and some disasters that have been suppressed may appear, but the clues of the ten creators... can also surface."

There was a smile of anticipation on the corner of the mouth of this existence, and murmured:

"Let the heavens be destroyed. Only in the destruction and silence can we usher in new hope..."

……

Ten thousand worlds crashed!

……

good night
(End of this chapter)