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Chapter 240 Hate Body

[There is no "person" in the coffin, only a stream of chaotic energy and the fragments of the Dao of three quasi-immortals, as well as the evil demon formed by the resentment of the three quasi-immortals. ]

Zhou Yuan's heart was excited, the fragments of the Tao of the three quasi-immortals!
It’s equivalent to… three paths to becoming a god!
Ye Wushuang stared at the coffin for a long time, then nodded slightly and said, "Open the coffin."

"Wait, the evil demon formed by the combined hatred of the three quasi-immortals is also in the coffin." Zhou Yuan reminded.

In fact, after entering the Immortal Palace, the mental pollution that had been echoing in the ears disappeared. If it were not for the reminder of the Eye of Identification, it would be possible for me to ignore the source of the tremendous hatred right in front of me.

"I sensed it. Don't worry. You can handle it." Ye Wushuang said calmly.

【really. 】

Okay... Zhou Yuan then urged the dark matter to slowly push open the coffin lid.

boom!
A powerful chaotic energy rushed out, like the upside-down Milky Way, rolling up and completely submerging the hall.

Chaotic mist flows, hazy, with stars shining in it, filled with the breath of the primordial past, as ancient and primitive as if the universe had just been formed.

Chaos was surging, stars were sinking and floating, and a figure in a white robe appeared with his back to the three people, appearing vaguely.

Zhou Yuan and Jiang Wuming tensed their bodies and were shocked in their hearts, because in their perception, the figure that emerged from the chaotic mist had a sense of reality, like a living person, but they just couldn't sense the other's breath.

"Ugh……"

The man sighed, full of helplessness, sadness, and endless melancholy.

The sound spanned thousands of years and exploded in the ears of the two people. At that moment, many blurry images emerged before their eyes.

In the last days of the ancient times, wars were fought endlessly and countless geniuses and heroes fell. So much glory and honor, all returned to dust.

But there are also very few people who get the opportunity to become immortals, such as the third quasi-immortal here - Chen Heng.

He is a genius of the human race, possessing an extremely rare special physique called the "Yuanling Holy Body". He is born with a natural affinity for the Tao, and is close to the Dharma. His cultivation speed advances by leaps and bounds, and it took him only eight hundred years to reach the quasi-immortal realm, astonishing the world.

Later, he was severely injured in a brutal battle between heaven and earth. When he was on the verge of death, he accidentally found this place. He then set up a shocking formation, gathered yin and yang, and prepared to make a final fight.

A long time ago, after Ye Wushuang ascended to the position of quasi-immortal, he lectured publicly for three days to answer everyone's questions and discuss the methods of cultivation. Finally, he generously took out the true meaning of the Taichu Yin-Yang Body and showed it to some people to discuss the method of becoming an immortal, including Chen Heng.

After Ye Wushuang fell silent, Chen Heng accidentally found his weapon, which was this fairy palace, in a damaged ancient battlefield. He wanted to return the fairy palace, but before he could do so, he encountered a tragic battle between heaven and earth and was about to die.

So he decided to give it a try and emulate Ye Wushuang, using the Yin and Yang power of this place to cultivate the Taichu Yin and Yang Body, to survive from death, to re-enact the creation of the world, to transform himself into a chaotic body and live a new life.

But unfortunately, he failed and did not seize the opportunity to become an immortal. He eventually turned into a chaotic essence in the coffin.

The chaos surged like a wave, and as it rolled, Chen Heng's figure shattered and disappeared completely.

Then, an extreme and shocking hatred burst out from the coffin like the eruption of one hundred thousand volcanoes.

"Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!"

The evil demons transformed by the three quasi-immortals' unwilling obsessions manifested themselves. Their cold, demonic voices were like the overlapping wails of thousands of evil spirits, filled with malice and indignation.

It was a strange figure, constantly changing its form. Sometimes it was a human, sometimes a celestial phoenix, and sometimes a unicorn. The face in each form was hideous and resentful, full of hatred and resentment, emitting boiling malice. It was like a devil crawling out of the eighteen levels of hell!

"Take my stick!" The golden stick chopped down from the air and passed through the body of the hateful being, just like hitting the air.

Immune to physical attacks?

Zhou Yuan immediately switched his weapon to the Yaotian Shield, releasing endless skylight!

A dazzling light burst out from the shield, as majestic as the sun.

In an instant, the ocean of malice was torn apart, and endless shining light filled every inch of space, and green smoke rose from the body of hatred.

"Humph!"

A cold snort made people feel as if they fell into an icy cave, as if a heavy hammer hit Zhou Yuan's mind, and the multiple mental barriers that he had cast in advance were shattered one after another. In the end, only one layer of protection was left, which was crumbling.

Suddenly, the shadow of a brilliant sun rose up and enveloped the three of them. Zhou Yuan used the Yaotian Shield's scorching sun protection.

Bang!
The Fiery Sun Shield was hit hard and a strange figure was flung away. It was the hateful body that launched the attack. Its entire body was festering from the high temperature, and the burn marks were glowing and spreading all over its body.

In essence, this is a special evil ghost. What it fears most is the power of extreme yang, and it can be said that it is completely immune to it.

Fortunately, this body of hatred formed after death does not possess the various magical powers it had in life, otherwise the evil demon in front of him would be truly invincible, immune to the most feared power of extreme yang, and no one could subdue it.

Zhou Yuan increased his spiritual energy injection and used all his strength to activate the endless skylight.

A blazing light burst out, as dazzling as the sun. The figure of the hateful body became extremely dim and illusory, almost transparent. It roared in pain and performed some secret method.

"I won't give in! I don't want to die like this!"

"My past life, are you really willing to just disappear like this? I hope to become an immortal in this life, so lend me the Dao Fruit to help me get through this disaster!"

boom!
The chaotic energy that filled the hall was raging, and three shadows appeared faintly. A terrible sense of oppression gradually emerged.

Zhou Yuan felt very uneasy, and immediately activated the Taichu Yin-Yang Body, summoning his Yang body and condensing thirty-two pale suns, which he shot at the hatred body at the same time like a shotgun, purifying and destroying it.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion sounded, and a terrifying light burst out, filling the entire space. All thirty-two scorching suns were detonated, completely crushing the body of hatred into ashes.

The primordial energy of chaos exploded, and the shadows of the three quasi-immortals disappeared without appearing.

"Huh, it's solved." Zhou Yuan let out a breath. Fortunately, he didn't let the hatred body be used, otherwise it would be troublesome.

“There’s no need to worry. If we really summon the shadow of our past life, it will be it that dies. Those who can become quasi-immortals are all very courageous. How could they allow their evil thoughts to bring disaster to the world?” Ye Wushuang said calmly.

As the body of hatred died, three rays of light suddenly lit up in the coffin.

One is pitch black and cold, one is bright and hot, and one is as gentle as jade.

The remnants of the Tao principles of the three quasi-immortals!
The divine mark on Zhou Yuan’s left hand began to heat up, like a child who had been hungry for a long time, eagerly sending out signals of wanting to be fed.

"Go ahead, you are really lucky." Ye Wushuang once again sighed at Zhou Yuan's luck.

"Holy Son, can you still join the Holy Crow Cult now?"

Jiang Wuming looked at him with envy, thinking that Zhou Yuan was indeed lucky. But then he thought that the crows seemed to be a good omen as well!
(End of this chapter)