Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 514 The power of the poet
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Within the Black Stone Sea, there is a secret realm shrouded by countless auspicious clouds.

This secret realm is about the size of a Zhouxing star, but there is no continent in it. Instead, it is composed of countless auspicious clouds. Those auspicious clouds are filled with misty flowing cloud principles, and among these principles, there are scattered There are some tiny black particles, and these particles are all the crystallization of the world-defying force.

Deep in the sea of ​​clouds, there is a fairy cave emitting golden light. There is another world inside the fairy cave. At this time, a black light bursts out from the fairy cave like a cannonball and spreads into the sea of ​​clouds.

Behind the black light, the poet held a bamboo pole and drove a bamboo raft, and followed slowly. He walked through the sea of ​​clouds as if he were walking on flat ground.

In the black light, a big void with black smoke all over its body was revealed. The great void was surrounded by circles of golden light. If you look closely, you can see that those golden lights are not ordinary brilliance at all, but countless golden lights connected end to end. golden divine inscriptions.

These golden divine runes are like life-threatening runes, surrounding Daxu and constantly annihilating it.

The poet looked cold, and just held the bamboo raft and followed Daxu, watching it gradually wither like a flower.

In the end, the Great Void was annihilated into countless dark ghosts. Mo Ke stretched out his hand to grab it, and the general trend of the world was held in his hands on the spot. Those floating dark ghosts were all caught and held in his hands like fireflies.

He slowly spread his hands and saw an extremely condensed dark ghostly energy floating quietly in his hands, like a strand of hair, but it was darker and more shiny than any strand of hair.

The poet looked at the dark ghost energy, and his vicissitudes of life suddenly became extremely deep. In his eyes, it seemed that countless stars were born and countless stars were destroyed in an instant.

He stared at the dark ghost energy, as if he saw the demon in the dark abyss, and as if a candle illuminated its origin.

"The creations under the power of the world...what kind of potential purpose do they have?" The poet pondered, constantly thinking, "There is a similar dark ghost energy under the Nanshan Mountain. Could it be that even the young master has not been able to completely understand its origin?" Pull it out and destroy it?"

If the source of the dark ghostly aura cannot be thoroughly investigated, then even if they can continue to kill the ghosts, their mother body is still there. No matter how many monks kill, the mother of the dark ghostly aura will give birth to more ghosts. It will not stop, it will kill without destroying it.

The poet frowned and thought for a moment, then clenched his fist and annihilated the dark ghost energy on the spot.

When it died, a very tempting picture emerged from the dark ghostly aura. In that picture, the monk ascended to the sky, unparalleled in ancient times, as if accepting its power, he could achieve the way of heaven.

"How dare you try your best to show off your skills!" However, the poet turned a blind eye and snorted coldly, and endless golden light burst out from his body, completely annihilating the ghostly aura.

The poet flicked his sleeves and returned to the fairy cave holding his bamboo pennant.

Deep in the fairy cave, the formation that covers the sky is glowing with rays of light and is extremely holy.

"The great formation that covers the sky." The poet narrowed his eyes, flipped his wrist, and displayed a corner of the Jiuding Fengchan formation.

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In another secret realm, after a battle, the corpse hunter also killed a large number of virtual nightmares in the secret realm and destroyed a big void. Just now he came to the depths of the secret realm and saw the formation diagram of the sky-covering formation. .

"Hehehehe... Is this the corner of the formation mark that covers the sky?" The corpse hunter grinned with yellow teeth, but he did not approach the formation. Instead, he stood there with his body hunched over, smiling and saying nothing. " Aren’t you coming out yet?”

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..." Before the words fell, a series of cold and strange laughter came from the secret realm, "Little old man, you can kill Daxu, and you have achieved a great record, why bother to seek death?"

A boundless sea of ​​blood surged forward, trapping the corpse collector in it.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat..."

The sea of ​​​​blood continued to churn, and there were waves of voices urging people to retreat, which was deafening and made people's liver and gallbladder chill.

The sea of ​​blood surrounded the corpse hunters, and the magic sound remained the same, showing the momentum of besieging and killing the corpse hunters.

The corpse hunter remained calm, looked at the sea of ​​blood, and said with a smile: "It is rumored that in the age of the gods, there was a god and demon from the beginning who was beheaded by the ancient emperor Daoxuan in the sea of ​​darkness. The Blood Demon Race at that time, and that one drop of blood gave birth to the current Blood Demon Race..."

The demonic sound of the sea of ​​blood broke off.

But the man who retrieved the corpse was still saying: "Tens of thousands of years ago, I can't remember exactly how long it was... The Blood Demon clan fell into darkness, and the whole clan crossed into the Black Stone Sea. At that time, I, the leader of the Blood Demon clan, It's a drop of devil blood...is that you?"

"Jie Jie Jie... so what if it's true, so what if it's not?" The magic sound in the sea of ​​blood finally stopped, sending out wisps of rampant spiritual fluctuations.

The corpse hunter's smile gradually subsided, and a murderous look appeared on his feeling face, "It seems that it is."

"It's me, but what can you do to me?" The sea of ​​blood surged, and the way of blood and the way of killing suddenly merged, turning into a blood-colored vortex and covering the person who retrieved the corpse fiercely.

"Taste my 'Blood Fiend'!"

In the bloody vortex, the low roar of the sea of ​​blood came.

The blood evil comes, bringing with it a wisp of world-defying power that reverses the yin and yang and cuts across the void. This endless blood light seems to be able to swallow fate.

Those who fished for corpses did not dare to slack off. After all, this sea of ​​​​blood was transformed by the genuine essence and blood of the demon god. If he could die at the hands of Ancient Emperor Daoxuan, the demon god's own cultivation level would never be bad, and the creatures born from the essence and blood in his body would not be bad. , how simple will it be?
"boom--"

The bloody evil shocked the sky, and an illusory image of ancient gods and demons stretched across the sky of the secret realm. The image of the gods and demons was red all over, as if it had walked out of magma. It had fire snakes hanging from its ears, and a flaming dragon surrounded its body. The image was just a corner. The light and shadow release the terrifying pressure that has shrouded the world forever.

"It turns out that it was transformed by the blood of the Balrog..." The corpse collector looked slightly stern, "It would be easier to deal with the Balrog..."

He stretched out his arms, and an illusory Taoist wheel of light and shadow appeared behind his head, and a majestic avenue swept out from behind him and came across the sky!

His avenue is ink gray, as if the yin and yang are in harmony, and is quite mysterious.

"There is a mountain in the North Ming Dynasty, which controls the vast ocean, and is called the Hongmeng Fairy Mountain..." The dead man recited the mantra. The power of yin and yang not only evolved, but also transformed into a long ancient mountain in the ink and wash, coming out of the sky.

There is no doubt that this mountain is Nanshan, but listening to the words of the person who retrieved the corpse, it seems that Nanshan has some relationship with Beiming.

The projection of Nanshan comes, accompanied by the yin and yang energy of ink, surrounding the corpse collector, making all dharma inviolable and all dharma immortal.The flame demon condensed the blood evil and violently attacked the corpse collector, but was easily blocked by Nanshan. No matter how hard the flame demon's light and shadow worked, it could not penetrate into the Nanshan projection, let alone cause any damage to the Nanshan projection!
(End of this chapter)