The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

He could feel that this golden cicada's slough contained unimaginable power. As long as the sky demon could absorb it, it would be enough to make his own strength break through, and even break through the shackles of the legendary realm and reach a higher level.

"As expected of the relic of Emperor Donghua, even after his death, he still retains such a powerful aura. But I wonder if this golden cicada is related to the golden cicada of Buddhism?"

Song Xing's eyes sparkled: "If there is no connection, it means that I can use this golden cicada to practice and directly break through to the heavenly realm."

However, he also saw that the power in this golden cicada was extremely majestic. Even if it was not the so-called golden cicada in Buddhism, it could not be directly absorbed by the demon at this moment.

Otherwise, the excessive power will directly burst the sky demon's body.

After making up his mind, Song Xing stepped onto the top of the stone tablet and reached out to grab the golden cicada.

This golden cicada relic seemed to have some spirituality. It sensed Song Xing's approach and began to twist in the void.

A crisp sound was heard, and the whole space seemed to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, Song Xing was horrified to find that all the power that originally belonged to him in this space dissipated and turned into another force.

This golden cicada is actually devouring his own power!

It actually has independent spirituality. It is not a puppet completely controlled by Emperor Donghua, but seems to have become a truly living object.

Jin Chan continued to twist, and Song Xing immediately felt that the huge power contained in his body was absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the environment around him was changing, and the space around the stone tablet suddenly turned into a huge altar.

In the center of the altar, there was a completely black coffin.

This coffin is very strange, it is completely dark, and there seems to be some corpse lying inside, but it seems to be lifeless.

On the edge of the dark coffin, strange symbolic textures were carved, as if they were some kind of seal.

Song Xing secretly screamed that something was wrong, and quickly took a few steps back, his face becoming serious.

This place has left the scope of the stone monument, but it is still in an illusion. He cannot escape at all. The only thing he can do is to find a way to break the situation as soon as possible.

hum!

Suddenly, the altar shook slightly, and a gap opened in the dark coffin.

The next moment, a cold gaze shot out, piercing Song Xing's eyebrows.

Song Xing suddenly shook violently all over and his hair stood on end.

With just a glance, he sensed fatal danger.

A dull thunderous sound exploded.

Then, the altar shook, and countless runes intertwined into a network, densely covering the entire void.

These runes, with terrifying power, descended instantly and wrapped towards Song Xing. Each rune contained terrifying power.

Song Xing roared angrily and activated all his magic power to form an armor covering his whole body, while using secret techniques to resist.

He could feel that these runes were not trying to kill him, but to capture him.

But the more this happened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Song Xing roared wildly, used up his last strength, and slapped his palm hard on the dark coffin in the center of the altar.

Rumble!

The entire altar shook crazily, the ground cracked, and countless dust rolled and stirred.

Click!Click!

In the center of the altar, ferocious cracks appeared on the dark coffin. A bone-chilling evil aura slowly spread out from the coffin and quickly enveloped the entire altar, making Song Xing's heart beat violently. Suddenly, there was a strong suffocation.

Finally, the coffin lid was halfway lifted.

Song Xing's eyes widened and he saw that there was nothing inside the coffin.

He opened his magical eyes and looked inside the coffin again. This time, he finally saw something.

Inside, there is a deep and quiet space, like a dark void of a sea of ​​stars.

A figure stood in the void, wearing a black robe, long hair, and a black crown. He was full of aura, gloomy and evil, giving people an extremely contradictory feeling.

As if feeling Song Xing's gaze, the figure suddenly turned his head, revealing an extremely pale face. This face has nothing in common with what a human being should look like. The features are uneven and full of all kinds of weirdness. Especially in the eyes of this figure, there are two blood lines flowing out, which is shocking.

"Is the golden cicada's legacy a trap?" This thought flashed through Song Xing's mind, and then he quickly denied it, "The golden cicada's legacy was left here by Emperor Donghua to suppress the existence on this altar?"

Who is it that deserves to be suppressed by Emperor Donghua with his own Dharma body?

The evil figure in front of him had an aura that was extremely cold and evil, as if the most evil demon from Jiuyou had come to the world.

Even Song Xing would not dare to provoke such an aura easily.

Song Xing felt a warning sign in his heart and ran away regardless of everything.

However, the evil figure raised his hand and restrained Song Xing.

As soon as the evil figure opened its mouth and spat out, a thick cloud of blood mist spurted out, covering the entire altar in an instant. In the blood mist, countless ferocious resentful souls could be vaguely seen, wailing miserably and sweeping towards Song Xing.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the altar red.

The rich blood mist stained Song Xing's skin and immediately penetrated into his body.

Song Xing's expression changed, and he felt that his body was aging rapidly, as if he had been cursed, and his vitality was rapidly passing away.

He quickly activated the magic formula and circulated the magic power, trying to prevent the flow of life.

He never expected that the golden cicada he had just obtained would be waiting for him in another big pit.

Who is this?

Why did he leave such a terrible curse in his body?

Just when the phantom was about to pounce into his body, it suddenly let out a scream and was ejected from Song Xing's body by a golden light.

The golden light was emitted from Song Xing's own soul imprint. After the shadow was popped out, it began to dim.

"Tai Shang Laojun? Why do you have the mark of Tai Shang Dao in your body!" The shadow screamed.

Song Xing breathed a sigh of relief and quickly checked his body.

He saw that the imprint of the soul in his body was much darker.

Apparently because of the evil phantom that took his body away from him earlier, his soul mark was severely damaged and it would take at least three months to recover.

"Is it... the Supreme Sutra that I have cultivated?"

He noticed that the power in his body that was constantly eroding his blood, body, and even the magic power in his body began to melt under the shining of golden light.

Song Xing understood in a daze.

Taishang Wangqing does not mean cutting off the seven emotions and six desires, but is specifically used to deal with inner demons.

Use absolute will to drive away inner demons and achieve the effect of being supremely forgetful.

"Hmph, you're just trying to transform me into an emperor with just a piece of incomplete technique?" The evil figure sneered again and again, formed a strange seal with both hands, and then suddenly pushed forward.

On the altar, the runes suddenly came to life and rushed toward Song Xing one after another.

Song Xing's face changed slightly, and he immediately activated his magic power. In an instant, his whole body burst into bright light, like a small sun, bursting out with unparalleled blazing brilliance.

These runes collided with Song Xing's Dharma Light, and instantly collapsed and disintegrated. Countless rune fragments fell to the ground, making a crackling sound, and blazing flames burst out, burning them clean.

The terrifying high temperature caused the surrounding void to distort, and countless fine spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground.

However, even so, Song Xing's body was still burning with a layer of fire, and those rune fragments continued to rush into his body, trying to devour his soul and spiritual power.

After the fire, Song Xing looked at the phantom, looking at his imperial attire and what he had just called himself, an idea flashed in his mind.

"Emperor Donghua!" (End of Chapter)