A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 410: The Hook of the Fierce Bird
The one who answered Xiong Mo's question was not the will of God on the other side of the three "heavens", nor was it a kind passerby, but a feather that rose from a distant universe, with a mixture of dark green and blood-red, and carried a deep murderous intent.

A huge malice instantly enveloped Xiong Mo's body, even though his real body was still beside the long river of time in the mysterious universe. But the palpitation that was about to cause his true spirit to sink and his true self to be completely destroyed made his pupils shrink suddenly.

Gazing at the feather that faintly exuded a bloody smell rising to the infinite height and pointing directly at his true spirit that had just completed its transformation, Xiong Mo knew that all this was not a misunderstanding. There was an unknown existence that wanted to kill him, the newly emerged legend.

Xiong Mo looked at the attack that was about to penetrate his true spirit, and sighed with a little helplessness, "When I was promoted to Legendary Perfection just now, I didn't deliberately cover up the movement of my transformed true spirit, which led to my position being exposed."

His current "identity" is still part of the personality of the "Prime Creator". Even though he has broken free from the constraints of the "original body" and achieved "independence", the essential strength of some of it remains unchanged.

According to the power of the "Prime Creator" who incarnated the universe, Xiong Mo, who was previously a part of him, was undoubtedly a natural legendary life.

Therefore, even if he succeeded in breaking free from his "original body" and jumped out of the underlying rules and logic of the mysterious universe, there would be no vision of being promoted from below the legend to become a legend, even if his own true spirit had just ascended to an infinite height.

"Wow."

In just a short moment, this feather interwoven with dark green and blood red pierced through Xiong Mo's true soul that had just ascended to an infinitely high place, tearing apart his true self and causing it to break into countless tiny pieces, thus falling into the infinite universe in chaos.

Before the dreamlike fragments could completely fall into chaos, a ferocious bird appeared out of thin air. It looked like a duck from a distance, but had a tail similar to that of a mouse, and every feather of the bird was surrounded by countless disaster and plague auras.

It opened its dark blood-red vertical pupils, opened its ferocious mouth, and pecked forward fiercely. In an instant, it swallowed up the true spirit fragments that were being sprinkled into the chaos, and let out a hoarse cry that seemed extremely satisfied.

Suddenly a deep voice sounded behind it, "Is it delicious?"

Before the evil bird could react, the fragments of the true spirit that had been swallowed by it turned into yellow scrolls, each of which depicted an extremely strange and distorted rune. An indescribable absurd aura suddenly burst out from it.

"squeak"

The sound of the old wooden door opening came from each yellow scroll, as if it was connected to an unknown mysterious place. Silent fear seemed to be extending, echoing in every inch of the flesh and blood of this big bird.

Strands of active starlight emanated from its body, like dreamy, invisible worms, constantly wriggling in and out of the body, devouring every bit of blood and bone, swallowing every piece of spiritual carrier that contained wisdom.

Unspeakable madness disturbed the violent mind, and the chaotic and disordered unknown took root in its bloody soul, blossoming into indescribable flowers of flesh and blood, and scattering handfuls of seeds containing profound activity, which continued to replicate in its body like a virus, damaging the way that represented disaster and plague.

"Gah!"

A painful roar instantly came out from the mouth of the ferocious bird. It wanted to use its own strength to get rid of this strange entanglement, but all its attempts seemed to have failed. This unknown thing, born from the power of its Dharma body, seemed to have a unique adaptability to the aura of disaster and plague, and was extremely difficult to deal with.

Xiong Mo, who had emerged from the chaos at some point, looked at the suffering bird and said with a faint smile, "So, don't eat anything careless, or you'll get a stomachache."

A faint light emerged from Xiong Mo's eyes. He caught the little Dao rhyme emitted by the big bird and used it as the basis for calculation to deduce a small amount of real and useful information. After browsing, a look of understanding appeared on his face.

First of all, this evil bird that looks like a duck but has a rat's tail is called Jie Gou. It is also described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas: Dongci Erjing", "There is a bird in the mountains, its shape is like a duck but with a rat's tail, it is good at climbing trees, its name is Jie Gou, when it is seen, there will be many epidemics in the country."

Secondly, this was not the first time that the hook attacked those legends who had just ascended their true spirits to infinite heights. Judging from the resentment entangled in its aura, at least dozens of legends had died in its sneak attacks.

Finally, it continuously ambushed and killed the legendary creatures that had just raised their true spirits to infinite heights, and swallowed them into its stomach to refine them. Its purpose was to improve its practice of disasters, and to use the essence of the legendary creatures in its stomach to forge its demon body.

Although Xiong Mo thought it was incredible that so many legendary lives would be completely killed by the hook, this was part of the truth he had discovered through the resentment contained in those Dao rhymes, and he could not make a false statement.

Xie Gou stared at Xiong Mo fiercely and roared angrily, "You weird thing that looks like a human, die!"

At this moment, the vast rhyme of disaster and plague on its body rolled up like boiling water, and the extremely violent magic power began to continuously tear apart the chaos around it, and even hundreds of universes nearby were completely destroyed.

Seeing this, Xiong Mo's expression also changed slightly. At this moment, Jie Gou's aura had risen to the extreme, and the originally relatively obscure power had completely erupted. At the same time, all the restrictive means he left in Jie Gou's body were violently broken, without any residue.

The next moment, horrifying forces rose from the countless grains of sand in the universe and gathered madly on the body of Jie Gou, whose eyes were flashing with hatred. Feathers containing disasters and plagues were fanned out by his wings and flew rapidly towards where Xiong Mo was, directly tearing a horrifying hole in the chaos where he was.

"The accumulated legend is complete"

"With this kind of strength, if it doesn't have enough means and a backer, it's not surprising that there are legends that life was completely killed by it."

Xiong Mo reappeared from another direction of the chaos, his expression becoming serious. The power hidden in this hook was beyond his expectations.

In the legendary realm of "One World", the upper limit of the number of other-me projections that can communicate is 999. If one breaks through "I am me" and successfully advances to legend, the true spirit can reach infinite heights, prove the oneness of all realms, and project one's own traces into the infinite universe in the chaos, generating countless other-me.

Under normal circumstances, at the beginning of a legendary life, there are more than a thousand other-self projections spread throughout the chaos. As long as the underlying rules and underlying logic of the world do not change drastically, and the other-self projections are not extinct, there will be no worries about lifespan, and it is almost immortal. If the true spirit of a legendary life transforms to perfection, the number of other-self projections will be spread throughout every universe in the chaos. In this way, even if the other-self in each universe is relatively weak, quantitative changes will directly lead to qualitative changes.

The practice of reaching the legendary realm is a slow and painstaking process. As long as one has enough time and does not die due to calamities, one can eventually reach the state of perfection, and each of them will be able to reach the power equivalent to a galaxy.

Therefore, the existence of the legendary life that has reached the perfect state will form a terrible suppression on all those in the same state that have not yet reached perfection. Under normal circumstances, if there is no special means, the existence below the legendary perfection will definitely not be able to defeat the legendary perfection.

At the same time, because of this slow process, there is a gap between the perfection of the legend, and it is very obvious.

Even if the legendary perfect self-projection cannot break through the scale of a galaxy under normal circumstances, the size difference between "galaxies" will be tens of thousands of times. The older and earlier the life is promoted to the legendary perfection, the stronger it will naturally be due to the accumulation of long years.

Without extremely special means, the projection of my self in a galaxy equivalent to 220 light years away would definitely not be able to compete with the projection of my self in a galaxy equivalent to 400 million light years away. And this is just the difference in size, not counting the competition in Taoism and foundation.

Once converted, the gap between the newly promoted Legendary Perfection and the ancient Legendary Perfection will be even more terrifying. After all, the basic power of the Legendary Perfection is the combination of all his or her projected powers. No one can predict what kind of trump card an extremely ancient Legendary Perfection will have.

This is how the gap between legendary perfection arises.

Xiong Mo, who is now, has just projected his self across countless universes, but his projections have not yet been cultivated to a certain level, and he is a legend perfection with insufficient accumulation. On the other hand, Jie Gou has cultivated his self projections in every universe to a certain level, and has accumulated a relatively deep legend perfection.

At the moment, if we don't count the cave heaven in the body and the competition between the two levels of Taoism, and only look at the basic strength of his and my projections spread across the countless universes in the chaos, Xiong Mo will be at an absolute disadvantage.

Looking at the hook that had raised its sharp long toes, wrapped with the aura of horrible disaster and plague, and coming towards him again, Xiong Mo said in his heart, "Fortunately, I am not one of those newly promoted legends without special means, otherwise I would really turn around and leave."

The sound of dripping water came from an unknown place, and the shadow of the long river of time was reflected. The power from the past was extended from the past to the present every moment. In an instant, the power that Xiong Mo could mobilize suddenly increased exponentially, and the vast mana vibrated out, directly crushing the hook in front of him.

The ferocious bird looked incredulous and cried out, "Time? How can a weird creature like you master this kind of power?"

There was a hint of fear in the angry roar of Jie Gou, as if it realized that it was not pinching a soft persimmon that had just been promoted and had no accumulation, but an iron plate that could not be thicker.

The long toes that had been raised to kill Xiong Mo quickly stopped. Although the terrifying murderous intent surrounding the bird's body did not decrease, the wings that were entangled with disasters and plagues vibrated wildly, drawing mysterious trajectories.

Obviously, Xie Gou was ready to flee the scene, avoid this disaster, and settle with Xiong Mo in the future. But a legend who had just transcended the universe was not ready to let it go. He used the characteristics of the other shore and called on the power of the past in order to completely kill the ferocious bird.

If it escapes, Xiong Mo will probably have trouble staying safe in the future. A person with infinite self-projections and a profound accumulation of legends hiding in the dark will be extremely difficult for even him to deal with, and he needs to be careful of its revenge that may appear at any time.

In the blink of an eye, Xiong Mo's countless projections of himself throughout the chaos had completely unified the past, summoned up the power of the past, and silently used the characteristics of creation to gather a sharp sword out of thin air.

"Wong"

The low sound of swords roared from the countless universes. Under the control of the projections of him and me, tens of thousands of different Dao rhymes turned into dazzling and numerous sword beams. According to the traces of fate, they bypassed numerous obstacles, firmly locked onto all the projections of him and me, and slashed down directly.

In a trance, a cry of pain seemed to rise from the countless universes, followed by the sound of fate breaking apart. The aura of the hook in front of him weakened rapidly, and the action of casting a spell to escape was immediately interrupted.

At this time, except for some extremely unique universes, all the other-self projections belonging to Jie Gou had been completely destroyed. Moreover, those other-self projections were destroyed by Xiong Mo along the traces of fate, so some sword beams even extended from various universes to the Jie Gou legendary body in front of him, causing considerable injuries to it.

The injured Jie Gou Legend looked at Xiong Mo, who had already picked up the sword and was ready to swing it, and shouted in panic, "You can't kill me! I am..."

But before the ferocious bird could finish its words, beams of sword light shot out from Xiong Mo's sword, following the traces of fate and stealthily entering those extremely unique universes, completely destroying the remaining projections of himself/herself in Jie Gou.

The sword light followed the trace of fate and extended from the projection of the hooked self to the legendary body again, causing it to howl in pain again, and causing the demon body, which was extremely powerful by refining many legendary lives, to suffer further serious injuries.

The vast Dao rhyme that originally filled the body of Jie Gou began to slowly dissipate. Drops of blood essence carrying the breath of disaster and plague dripped from the edge of the bird's beak, turning into strands of essence that continued to dissipate in the chaos.

At this moment, a cold shout came from the [real world] towards Xiong Mo, "Stop!"

In an instant, terrifying pressure came from every corner of the chaos, like a boundless ocean, desperately squeezing Xiong Mo who wanted to continue swinging his sword, causing his movements to instantly stiffen, and even his body unable to move.

At the same time, an illusory "Tao" emerged from nowhere, running through the chaos, as if suppressing the heavens.

In an instant, not only Xiong Mo's legendary body in the chaos, but even his projections in various universes seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all, and even his self-consciousness seemed to have stagnated.

(End of this chapter)