Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 184 The tide of demonic power surges around the world

For some reason, the anxiety in Wu Meng's heart became even stronger.

He walked quickly toward the lake.

However, the sword light here is really powerful. Even if the injuries are not taken into account, the pace is still several hundred times slower than in Stonehenge.

Of course, slow is relative.

The exaggerated movement here attracted the attention of several other eyes.

White cocklebur is one of them.

She was already near the lakeside, and when she heard the sound and turned around, her little face was stunned for a moment, and then she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

She quickly patted Ah Hu and asked the silent man to squat down and sit on his shoulder.

Looking again this time, there was no vegetation to block her. She took a breath of air and shouted loudly: "Brother! You don't want your life!"

Wu Meng didn't even look back.

On the other side, Xie Mo, who had just walked out of the stone formation, seemed to sense something. He tilted his head and pulled out a bloody figure from his ear.

The human figure smiled and turned into thick plasma, surrounding him.

Immediately, he stepped into the lush vegetation, probably with Zhuyu in front of him, and his pace was not slow at all.

However, a scene that made people laugh or cry soon appeared.

After just a few steps, the bloody figure's laughter turned into a howl of pain. After a few more steps, the bloody figure suddenly broke away from its body, floating in the air and cursing.

He refused to move forward even half a step.

Seeing this, Xie Mo untied the cloth strips from his forehead in circles, and a white bone finger and a plump blood-colored earthworm were drilled out of his left and right eye sockets.

With the combined efforts of the three, he moved forward again.

However, the speed slowed down, and it took a long time before he could barely take a step.

Until then, when he looked at Wu Meng's back, his expression finally changed.

of course.

Wu Meng didn't care at all about what the two young immortals thought.

He took a few more steps forward, finally stopped and began to breathe.

The essence transformed by the Hukou Technique had been exhausted, so he swallowed a few more pills.

At the moment, he is waiting for the potion to be released, and then he can completely pass through the grass barrier in one fell swoop.

Just now.

A sudden change occurred in the lake!

I saw ripples rising from the water surface, scattering the mist lingering above.

What happened inside?

His eyelids twitched, and an extremely strong ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

At the critical moment, the blue color of the water surface faded away, and light and shadow appeared in the originally clear water body.

A figure was spreading his arms, facing the sky, and slowly falling down.

His eye sockets were sunken, his pupils were pitch black, and his pupils were missing. There were thousands of demonic auras flowing and entwining around his body...

His eyes widened subconsciously, and his breathing almost stopped.

This figure...

It is none other than Master Songmang! !

……

……

Time goes back to before the cup of tea.

Song Mang was prostrate, and his eyes turned dark and deep without knowing when.

He lowered his head and stared down at the misty mountain top. The reflection in his eye sockets seemed like a ball of ink, fainting behind Zheng Yu.

"Yu'er..."

He said softly: "As a father, I will take you back and live as a mortal for the rest of your life and stop fighting..."

After saying this, his expression suddenly turned ferocious, and wisps of black energy escaped from his eyes, caressing the remains of his body, passing through his flesh and blood, and lingering around his entire body.

He immediately clenched his fist and punched it heavily on the mirror.

Click.

The mirror surface remained motionless, but the metacarpal bones were shattered.

His face was infatuated and ferocious, as if he felt no pain, and his fists fell like rain!

Bang bang bang! !

Time after time, the black energy around him became stronger and stronger, and his strength became stronger every time.

The crazy hammering caused the mirror to tremble, and the originally stable space rippled with water.

Gradually, where the fist landed, cracks spread like a spider web.

"Father, I will save you right now!!"

Song Mang kept muttering like a madman.

At this moment, a voice with a chuckle suddenly sounded.

"Taoist Songmang from Yunyao Sect?"

Meng Hao came closer at some point and looked at the old man in front of him jokingly.

Facing the sarcasm, the other party ignored it and continued to punch, like a tireless beast.

Seeing this, he took a few steps back, first looked at the other person for a few times, and then turned around to look around.

I saw that the colorful lake surface above my head actually became clear due to the tremors, and I could vaguely see a hint of green on the lakeside.

This is a sign that the secret space is collapsing.

It stands to reason that the sword-washing pool is one of the most common 'buildings' of the Tianzhan Sect, and it is completely impossible for the foundation-building monks to destroy it.

But Songmang was possessed by a demon at this time, and his strength was unpredictable, and this space seemed to have become weak due to age.

After going back and forth, this situation just appeared.

Thinking about it, Meng Hao glanced past the crazy old man and landed on the fluid flying sword in the center of the sword tomb.

As soon as this thing came into his eyes, his expression suddenly became intoxicated, as if a long drought had brought a sudden burst of rain.

"Thousand Death Sword Soul..."

He murmured, and his eyes became clear again, but they were filled with intense fanaticism.

The Thousand Death Sword Soul is the Heart Refining Sword, an absolute treasure!

It itself is the transformation of the Heart Sword in the third level, which can be regarded as the lifelong effort of a monk of the third level.

It is even more difficult to separate it out and preserve it.

Its greatest effect is that it can increase his probability of breaking through the fourth level by 20%!

In addition, with the step-by-step refining, the improvement in strength is also extremely terrifying.

Of course, if it falls into the hands of other cultivators, it will be an excellent spiritual material for refining top-notch magic weapons!

It can be said that this Thousand Death Sword Soul is something that all Yuanying monks are fighting for. It can appear in front of the first-level monks with a big thorn. Only Sanzhou can be so magical...

"Hey! Old man, can you stop for a moment? I took something, and you can hammer it any way you want."

Meng Hao grinned.

Song Mang didn't seem to hear it at all.

Seeing this, he raised his right palm, bent his fingers and pulled out five silver-white sword lights.

Fox Tail Sword Technique.

Silver awns flew out one after another, drawing long or short arcs, like the curled tail of a silver fox, and struck at various places on Songmang's chest and back at the same time.

Puff puff!

Several streams of blood shot out.

The blood dyed the mirror red, and Zheng Yu's figure was completely covered.

Song Mang was startled and finally raised his head.

He did not look at the source of the attack, but looked at the black energy lingering around him, and fell into a daze.

If there is a netherworld in the world of cultivation, then Songmang may be walking in it.

dark……

fall...

Reason is like a mirror, being shattered into pieces by a hammer, and it is constantly being withdrawn from the mind, becoming less and less.

He couldn't tell when this endless fall started, nor at what moment it would hit bottom.

The only thing that was certain was that he was happy with it.

However, there may still be a ray of brilliance left among the occasionally flickering fragments of intelligence, which makes him nostalgic.

It also feels dazzling.

"Finally quiet."

Meng Hao nodded happily, walked around him, and walked towards the sword tomb.

"Although you are Wu Meng's master, it might be fun to kill you, but looking at you like this, it might be good to be alive."

"Wu Meng..."

The name was like thunder, exploding in my ears.

Song Mang's body trembled suddenly, his eyes widened, and a very familiar figure loomed in his mind.

This figure seemed to be emitting a shimmering light, which suddenly brought a lot of sense of security and relief, so that the wrinkles on his face were relieved, and the corners of his mouth were subconsciously raised a little.

However, the relief is fleeting.

The fear and regret that followed made him burst into tears. "Wu Meng? Wu Meng?"

He held his head tightly, instinctively wanting to expel the figure, but instead the figure became clearer little by little.

The darkness in his eyes surged violently and began to dissipate.

"Ok?"

Meng Hao paused: "Have you finally reacted? I thought you were completely crazy. In this case..."

His eyes swept across the tear-stained, old and decadent face, and with a twist of his finger, he used the sword light to sweep away the blood on the ground.

In the cracked mirror, Zheng Yu's figure appeared again.

"Are you looking for this person?"

"Yu'er?!"

Song Mang's face changed crazily, and the ray of clarity in his eyes quickly dimmed like a candlelight in the wind.

"Yu'er?"

Meng Hao jumped lightly and landed in the middle of the sword tomb without looking back: "He's just a dead man. Do you really not know that?"

"Impossible...impossible..."

Song Mang covered his head and roared a few times, then suddenly became strangely quiet.

"Yu'er...is dead?"

These words were like a giant hammer, hitting his heart hard.

He lowered his head.

Probably with the help of his remaining wisdom, he finally saw the cracked mirror clearly.

I also saw clearly the figure that looked like a ‘mirror flower and moon in the water’.

"..."

He exhaled slowly, smiled miserably, and began to move his eyes upward.

That's because his body is falling backwards.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

His eyes were facing the water, and the colorful colors were not reflected at all. The faint light like a candle was quickly dimming, surrounded and swallowed by endless darkness.

At the moment when it finally disappeared, Song Mang finally saw that face clearly.

The brilliance is completely extinguished...

boom! !

There was a huge earthquake, and waves lifted the sky.

Wu Meng almost crashed into the sword washing pool by smashing it to the ground. He was covered in blood, but his eyes were shining with intense light.

Cold and dangerous.

Such a sensational scene, both inside and outside, took everyone's breath away for a moment.

As soon as Meng Hao took off the storage ring from his bony finger, he was startled at first and then laughed happily.

"Wu Meng, you are really in a hurry! It's a pity that that stinky woman Wang Xumeng is not here, otherwise today would not be fun anymore!"

Wu Meng didn't even look at this guy.

His eyes fell on Song Mang.

The master was surrounded by demonic energy. Although he didn't know what happened before, he was clearly stimulated and almost reached the worst state.

The water surface had probably become clearer, and Zhou Yunuo's voice came from afar and spread underwater.

"...fellow Taoist...leave quickly...your master is about to fall...to the demon of the second level..."

Judging from the content, the other party should be shouting quickly and urgently.

But it sounds like it's a thousand times over.

The second level of the devil.

Even the demonic figure in the first level years ago, under the premise that the main thing was stuck in the lake of his heart, he had to use all his methods to solve it.

No matter how powerful Wu Meng was, he still didn't think he could deal with the demonized master at this time.

It seemed that the only option was to escape.

Zhou Yunuo's words naturally spread to other people's ears.

For a moment, eyes fell on him with surprise.

The air seemed to condense at this moment.

Wu Meng didn't even look back. Not only did he have no intention of escaping, but he sank to the bottom of the lake in the direction of Song Mang.

"!!!"

"!!!"

The condensed air was broken, and the lines of sight became extremely complicated.

"It can't be saved, Ahu, let's go!" Xanthium spp. took a deep look at the figure from behind, with shock on his face, and turned his head away.

The blood shadow around Xie Mo shouted "Wow!" "Demon! Run, run!"

As soon as Yakumo and Zhen two walked out of the stone formation, they didn't see a scene in the lake. They saw several young immortals hurriedly 'evacuating'.

He looked confused: "The demon in the second level? What's going on?"

In the field, only Zhou Yunuo stood quietly, looking into the lake with a complex expression.

However, for some reason, as he looked through the rippling water, he vaguely seemed to see Wu Meng's bright eyes, without the slightest hint of slump as expected.

Did you see it wrong?

She wasn't wrong.

Taking advantage of the sinking situation, Wu Meng turned his head and glanced around. Seeing the two young immortals rushing out in a panic, he turned his palms and took out a storage bag.

Throw it towards Songmang.

Carrying the power of the spell, the storage bag hit Song Mang's forehead and exploded.

A demonic shadow swept out.

That's right!

This is the one trapped in Wu Mengxin's lake.

At that time, he considered how to maximize its value. After pondering for a long time, he decided that throwing storage bags was the safest and most practical method.

Because this demonic shadow is controlled, its erosion of the storage bag is not an exaggeration if the breath is deliberately restrained.

Usually it can be replaced every few months.

After throwing, let nature take its course without too much control.

In this way, the number of contacts with it is reduced to a controllable range.

At his command, he saw the demonic shadow rushing into Songmang's forehead and sucking it in like a whale.

First, the black energy around him was swallowed up, and then it disappeared into his eyes again.

This time, a tug of war began to appear.

The two demonic energies were entangled.

In Wu Meng's eyes, he could only see the black energy surging in his master's pupils, which was quite similar to when he used Yun Shen Pu.

After holding his breath for a moment, he looked happy.

A slightly rational light began to shine between Song Mang's eyes.

"Master!!"

He couldn't help shouting.

"..."

Songmang's eyes moved, and a ray of light seemed to penetrate into the endless darkness.

A blurry face came in, gradually becoming clearer and brighter.

"Wu Meng?"

"It's okay Master, leave the rest to me."

Songmang rolled his eyes, and suddenly tears welled up one by one.

……

"What are you doing?!"

Meng Hao grabbed the 'Thousand Death Sword Soul' one by one, realized something was wrong, and turned around to see this incredible scene.

However, there was no time to think too much.

Because the moment the sword soul came into hand, the surrounding sword graves all shook, and thousands of sword lights emitted from the broken swords.

These sword lights are not comparable to those of Jingxin Road outside. Each one is three feet long and extremely condensed.

It made him feel cold all over and frightened!

As a monk of the Heart Refining Sword, he clearly felt that the power of each of these sword lights was above the second level.

There are so many of them, let alone just a monk in the first level, even if the second level is perfect, his scalp will be numb.

"Gotta go quickly!"

The sword light flashed under his feet, and he jumped out of the lake in an instant.

(End of this chapter)