Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 620: The Remnant Soul
People who don’t understand always tend to confuse the witch’s curse with the magic of the devil.

In fact, there is still a difference between the two, and the difference is huge.

Compared to the cruelty of the Asura demon path of refining souls and taking away spirits, it also kills people's souls to make treasures.

The blood sacrifice curse that ancient wizards were good at giving people an overall feeling of two words - weird.

Whether it is the Seven Arrows Book that uses luck as a medium or the Five Deteriorations Curse cast by Tang and Song.

Their attacks are even more difficult to detect, and some curses can even hide from the spiritual perception of Daluo Jinxian.

This curse is so strange that it doesn't seem like it could be created by the Wu clan, a group of muscular men with big heads.

This gives people a strange sense of disconnection.

Just like the witch clan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are known as the Twelve Underworld Kings in the sky.

But they have little to do with the evil ways, and the impression these witch ancestors leave on people has nothing to do with these vicious spells and curses.

On the contrary, when the twelve witch ancestors are mentioned, the impression given to people is just one word: "rough".
If you don't agree, do it.

If you say that these vicious and strange witchcraft spells were developed by them, I'm afraid even the Taoist master wouldn't believe it.

Well, it’s not that they don’t have the ability, but just like Superman, these ancient witches prefer to trust their fists rather than using their brains.

After all, in the entire world of Jambu, except for a few people, their fists are the hardest.

The Twelve Capitals of Heaven formation can gather the power of the twelve ancestor witches and condense Pangu's true body.

There are probably not many people in the entire world of Jambu who dare to say that their fists are harder than Pangu's.

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The reason why the twelve witch ancestors were able to condense Pangu's true body,

This is because the Wu clan itself evolved from Pangu's bloodline.

The Wu Clan has always been known as the orthodox clan of Jambu. Their physical strength is so strong that even some innate gods and demons cannot match them.

Some people in the witch clan concentrate on developing the power of their physical bodies. Most of the witch clan, led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, follow this path.

Some witches took a different approach and researched other things from their own bloodlines.

These people are called wizards and priests in various tribes of the Wu clan.

Their enthusiasm for Pangu is far beyond that of ordinary tribesmen.

Ordinary witches are proud of being the descendants of Pangu and enjoy the benefits brought by Pangu's bloodline.

However, the first generation of priests of the Wu clan did not offer sacrifices to the Way of Heaven, but to their ancestors, Pangu, who was the embodiment of all things.

To be precise, they want to resurrect Pangu.

These wizard priests offer blood sacrifices to the remaining souls of Pangu scattered in the world of Yama and the sea of ​​chaos.

To nourish the true spirit of this ancestor...

The strange witchcraft spells like the Seven Arrows Book with Nailed Heads were just some spells they developed on their way to resurrect Pangu.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches devoted themselves to developing their own bloodlines and researched out the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation that condensed Pangu's true body.

With these two approaches, if the witch clan really allows them to continue to perform sacrifices in this way, after a few kalpas, there is a chance that Pangu will be able to revive.

This may also be one of the reasons why the witch clan declined.

The Dao Master dominated the world, which made the religious leaders and saints feel very uncomfortable.

Who can bear having another big father above your head?

What's more, many powerful people in the world of Jambu were born with the legacy of Pangu.

Once Pangu is resurrected, they will undoubtedly be the most embarrassed.

Pangu is like the red giant bear of that year. Once it is resurrected, let’s not talk about the attitudes of the rabbits and the eagles.

Damao himself was the first one who couldn't stand it.

Only the giant red bear that died completely was a symbol worth remembering in everyone's mind.

Only Pangu, who incarnated into the world of Jambu, is the father god that everyone talks about.

But once he is resurrected, how will you let the Three Pure Ones, who were transformed from Pangu's original spirit, deal with it? Where will you place the Demon King who was born from the Sun Star?

You should know that the Sun Star was transformed from Pangu's eyes.

What's more, the Tao Master, who has achieved unity with the Tao, will not give up the world of Jambu.

After the calamity between wizards and liches, both the wizard and lich races went into decline.

The twelve ancient witches died, and those who survived changed their appearances and abandoned their identities as ancient witches.

The Dutian formation that could condense Pangu's true body was lost.

Even the wizards gradually forgot the original intention of their blood sacrifice.

Without the blood sacrifice of the witch clan, the mysterious existence fell into a deep sleep.

Until this time, the flesh and blood of trillions of prisoners in the Heavenly Prison, along with the evil spirits from the eighteen levels of hell in the netherworld, were cruelly sacrificed.
Although most of these sacrifices were intercepted by the incarnations of the twelve ancient witches of Tang and Song, even the remaining sacrifices were a feast for "Him" that he had never enjoyed since the witch-lich calamity.

In the eyes of Kane, Hela and others, an invisible vortex appeared behind Tang Song. A tall, hazy figure with an unclear face walked out of the vortex and grabbed the offerings on the incense table...

A creepy chewing sound echoed around the altar.

Even Buddha would be afraid of gods reviving their dead bodies!
Listening to the strange chewing sound, even someone as ferocious as Hela felt a chill in her heart for some reason.

The ruby ​​mushroom, along with the resentment of trillions of dead souls that merged with it, disappeared into the mouth of the tall figure.

An invisible vortex seemed to appear in his mouth, and all his resentment disappeared into it.

After enjoying the sacrifice, the tall figure condensed a blood-colored talisman at his fingertips.

Robbery

This talisman is neither the ancient witch script, nor the bird or insect script created by the demon clan, nor the innate divine pattern naturally generated in the world of Yama, but a higher level of chaos Taoist script.

The talisman fell lightly onto the incense table.

After taking the sacrifice, the tall figure turned into gusts of cold wind and blew towards the vortex behind him.

Tang Song casually took the talisman in his hand.

To be precise, he held the word "劫" in his hand.

As soon as he got hold of this word, Tang Song understood its function.

With this Chaos Dao Script in hand, one can bypass the rules of heaven and bring disaster to creatures in any world.

Tang and Song originally wanted to perform a blood sacrifice and cast the curse of the Five Degenerations of Heaven and Man on Yi Ya.

I didn't expect to get a Chaos Dao Text.

Holding the Chaos Dao Scripture, Tang Song's gaze was fixed on the rapidly shrinking vortex.

Just as the vortex was about to disappear, a stream of light shot out from the auspicious cloud above Tang Song's head and then plunged into the vortex.

When Tang Song's incarnation entered the vortex, he felt a strange breath gushing out.

Tang Song vaguely realized that as his distraction entered the vortex, he immediately left the world of gourmet food.

In a flash, I arrived in a strange world.

Tang Song didn't even know if this was a world or not. There were faint dots of light floating above his head.

This huge world is even bigger than the Marvel multiverse.

It has a hint of illusion and looks more like a projection.

Everything that exists in the ordinary universe does not exist here. There is no spiritual energy of heaven and earth, no rules, and it is different from the normal universe.
This world is empty and desolate. It is a void without color, taste, luster or existence of anything.

Just like the shadow of a big red apple on the concrete floor, this shadow exists.
But this shadow is just a shadow. How can it have any special luster or taste? Not to mention the objective existence of fragrance.

However, this world is not without everything.
When Tang Song passed through the vortex, the first thing he saw was a perfect body floating in the empty void of the universe!
This body was so huge that it was indescribable. He lay quietly in the void. This void, which was as big as the Marvel multiverse, was almost completely occupied by this body.

Even in the root imprint of Yamabuli, the countless innate sacred innate Dharma bodies that Tang and Song had seen could not compare with this perfect body.

Huge and powerful, but lifeless and without any intelligence, it is just an empty shell.

Pangu!

No, this is not Pangu. Tang and Song had seen the scene of Pangu creating the world in the Imprint of the Origin of Yama.

The body in front of me is definitely not Pangu. Besides, Pangu has already turned into Yamabu, so there is no physical body to speak of.

Tang Song secretly speculated about the origin of this body. Could it be one of the three thousand chaotic demons who were killed by Pangu in the legend because they blocked his way to create the world?

With this guess in mind, Tang Song cautiously approached this incredible body.

If I could refine this body...

Tang and Song suddenly developed huge ambitions for no reason.

"No, this is not a physical body." Just when Tang Song touched the huge physical body, his fingers pressed on empty air, as if this physical body was just a shadow.

A low roar resounded through the boundless void, and the equally absurdly large body suddenly opened its eyes.

With a bang, the incarnation of divine consciousness condensed by Tang Song shattered directly.

A stream of confusing information was injected into his body through Tang Song's incarnation.

Tang Song's real body in the Food Continent shivered violently, goose bumps appeared on his body, and cold sweat spurted out of his pores like milk, instantly wetting his clothes.

Even his countless incarnations in the world of reincarnation began to tremble violently.

The huge flow of information forced Tang Song to use these avatars to disperse and carry this data.

The consequence of this was that in the reincarnation world, many of Tang and Song's incarnations who were not sufficiently skilled in cultivation had their heads exploded on the spot like bursting watermelons.

"boss!"

Ryan and others who were waiting around the altar watched veins pop out on Tang Song's forehead and blood spurt out of his seven orifices, and they all rushed forward.

"I'm fine! Ryan, take this talisman and bring disaster to Yi Ya!"

Tang Song opened his eyes, and his bulging eyeballs were covered with bloodshot.

Ryan looked at Tang Song worriedly and did not accept his order. It didn't look like everything was alright.

But the guardians are around the altar
Not only Ryan, but even Kane and Hela, who were always warlike, did not receive the order.

Hela looked at Tang Song hesitantly, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

…………

“Dangdangdangdang…”

The Chaos Bell in the auspicious cloud above Tang Song's head rang continuously, turning into a ray of light and sinking into Tang Song's Niwan Palace. The bell sound sealed and blocked the flow of information from the remnant soul.

Tang Song then slowly exhaled, and the strange phenomenon in his body disappeared.

"I was careless. The deaths of these witches and priests were not unjust. They are not pockmarked. You are cheating them!

You can summon the soul of Pangu if you want, but what's the point of gathering together the remaining souls of those chaotic demons killed by your ancestors? Are you looking for some old friends to play mahjong with Pangu?

Aren’t you afraid that your ancestors will be beaten to death before they come back to life? "

Tang Song rubbed his eyebrows. Losing some incarnations was a small matter and it would only cause a headache for a while.

But this time he was indeed reckless!

Fortunately, this "monster" formed by the remnant souls of three thousand chaotic demons, Pangu's soul thoughts, and true spirit only has instincts and no consciousness.
Otherwise, he would have really been in trouble this time. He was a little too proud.

While Tang Song was reflecting on himself, he looked up at the people who were guarding around him with worried faces and nodded to them.

.........

A yellowish planet that is only one-third the size of the Earth.

Nearly 200 million aliens looked up at the sky blankly, the bloodshot in their six eyes growing thicker and thicker.
Suddenly, everyone looked up to the sky and let out a shrill, hysterical howl at the same time.

Everyone's eyes burst open, and tears of blood flowed down their faces.

Everyone's brain activity increased simultaneously to more than ten times the normal level.

A sticky bloody liquid spurted out from these people's bodies.
Their souls and bodies burned at the same time, eventually converging into a blood-red neon dancing in the sky.

As all the cells in their bodies were drained, the bodies of the more than 200 million alien races on this planet began to burn from the inside out.
More than 200 million human-shaped torches burned silently, gradually turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.

The green smoke blended into the neon lights dancing in the sky, making the blood-colored mist as shocking as the waves on the ocean.

Wherever the blood cloud passed, the entire planet was filled with gloomy winds and dark clouds. The red cloud frantically drained the vitality of all living things on the ground.

All the flowers, plants and trees shrivelled up, and all the fish and shrimp in the rivers and lakes turned into mummies.

The birds in the sky, the beasts on the ground, and the insects in the grass all spewed out large amounts of thick blood mist, and quickly turned into dust.

In just a quarter of an hour, this administrative planet became a completely dead planet.

The blood-red neon that permeated the surface of the planet devoured all living things on the entire planet and then swarmed towards the starry sky above like a swarm of bees.

In the starry sky a hundred light years away from this planet, with a human figure as the center,

A huge vortex with a diameter of about a thousand miles, composed entirely of blood-red clouds, gradually took shape.

In the center of the bloody vortex, Yi Ya sat cross-legged on a meteorite, his eyes slightly drooped, looking expressionlessly at the blood cloud formed by countless creatures.

This is his Tao, and this is his true essence...

Hundreds of millions of years ago, he differentiated his body into the smallest cell structure.

Spread throughout the universe by its own hounds.

Under his deliberate influence, life on countless planets discovered the benefits of transplanting gourmet cells.

They constantly capture various ingredients to nourish the gourmet cells in their bodies, prompting them to evolve so that they can gain more powerful strength and capture more ingredients.

Over hundreds of millions of years, gourmet cells have spread across countless life planets throughout the universe...

These planets are Yi Ya’s farmland…

Now he swung the sickle, and the power, a thousand times, ten thousand times as much as when he first sowed the seeds, returned to his body along with the rolling blood cloud.

What Yi Ya harvested was not only the lives of the crops transplanted with gourmet cells, but also their souls and even the planets they lived on.

For Yi Ya, who was not harvesting for the first time, doing all this was already a piece of cake.

It slaughtered thousands of planets and took back the scattered gourmet cells into its body.

Yi Ya's cultivation is also constantly improving by leaps and bounds.

Not only did he recover to the peak level of Golden Immortal early on, but he was also rising steadily.

Suddenly, a black gas rolled out from Yi Ya's body and formed a thick black cloud above his head.

Although they were in the almost empty space, a cold wind suddenly blew around them.

Yi Ya suddenly raised his head and looked at the clouds above his head in disbelief:
"Jie Yun!"

"How is this possible? The Heavenly Dao consciousness of this world has not yet awakened, how can there be a Heavenly Tribulation!"

Yi Ya stood up and looked at the calamity cloud above his head, a sneer flashed across his face:
"Heavenly Tribulation! This is your method. Do you really think that a mere Heavenly Tribulation can do anything to me?"