Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 445 The Great Desolate World
Daoist Ran Deng gasped when he saw it, "Ghost fire!" Moreover, it was the same innate ghost fire as in the coffin lamp. Two characters, aside from these two characters, there are many so-called ghost fires and Liuding divine fires in the Three Realms, but without the innate immortal aura, at most it is just a relatively powerful flame.

But now, Ren Qinglian used a strange and unpredictable method to condense his own innate ghost fire. In the final analysis, the innate immortal aura contained in the ghost fire, combined with the innate immortal soul in Ren Qinglian's soul, is itself It is the same origin, and they are all part of the law of the soul.In terms of comprehension of this law, although Ren Qinglian is a latecomer, but because the soul source mastered by the sky ghost is more powerful, it is on par with the Taoist burning lamp who has practiced for countless years.

The disappearing six desires have returned to their original state. Daoist Ran Deng, who was looking at the world in the void, was startled and angry, and couldn't help trembling. This kind of powerlessness in the face of the enemy has never appeared for many years.

"The Daoist Master has good methods. However, I also have some experience in the study of the power of the seven emotions and six desires. Now I want to ask for advice!" Ren Qinglian said calmly, with no trace of anger on her face. The power of Miehun merged with the ghost fire in his eyes, gradually forming a black lotus platform under his feet.

The Liuhe Desire Lotus Formation, the source of the power of the Liuyu Heavenly Demon, is a mysterious formation involving the law of the soul. At this moment, with the support of Ren Qinglian's powerful soul power, it gradually rotates, emitting monstrous magic flames.

Daoist Ran Deng shrank his eyes, "The breath of the demon!" With his identity and qualifications, he naturally knows the most well-known demon clan in the demon world very well. Thinking of the broken Lingshan caused by his smooth sailing back then, it seems that he has discovered some secrets , pointing at Ren Qinglian and roaring: "Damn it, you and Qitiandi are in the same group, no, you are his avatar, it must be like this..." If this is not the case, how can an unknown human being survive in such a short period of time? Time to grow to where it is today!

Ren Qinglian was stunned for a moment, but she didn't intend to explain. With a thought, the power of the Liuhe Desire Lotus Formation continued to spread.

The power of Taoist Ran Deng has not been withdrawn, and he was affected, and soon felt that the chaos in front of him changed. Thinking of the ability of the demon clan, he was horrified, and decisively severed the connection with the soul breath of the outside world, and used these powers The entire void is imprisoned, but people fly to the continent under their feet.

It is not that he has no power to resist. The continent under his feet is all the achievements he has made in the underworld over the years. Because it is warmed by the power of chaos from the outside world, it is also a small thousand world that is not weaker than Ren Qinglian's inner world. .

Since Dao Xing can't crush the opponent in terms of strength, then the only thing he can rely on is this last Xiaoqian world.

Ren Qinglian's face was stern, Taoist Ran Deng wanted to use the power of the [-]th floor of hell to fight herself to the death, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he sent a thought to the ancestor of the dark crow who had been dormant in that continent for a long time.

The next moment, a huge black boat emerged from the [-]th floor of hell, and it was full of ghost Buddhas with dull eyes. Some of them, Taoist Burning Lamp, could even call out their names. His "own people" left in hell!
"Who turned them all into puppets!" With a roar, Ran Deng, who flew into the mainland quickly, had already seen the ship clearly. It was all made of skulls, and each skull had its own expression. Whether sad, or painful, or miserable, or lamenting, at this moment, each of them is making strange noises and screaming, which makes people's hairs stand on end.

Wherever the huge boat passed, countless ghosts in hell seemed to be attracted by something, they lived on it one after another, drifted among the boats, transformed into various shapes, and became a member of the boat, with gusty winds and howling.

Daoist Ran Deng's heart shook slightly, "Hundred ghosts sailing at night! That old ghost from the Nether God Sect is not dead yet!" As a practitioner, his memory is naturally excellent, but it is a pity that he has lived for too long and his memory is too complicated. Time didn't even recognize it. The skulls that made up the giant boat were the mountain body of Baigu Mountain in Beimang. As for this weird big boat, he had seen it once when he had a dispute with the ghost old ghost.It's just that this kind of low-level existence has long been forgotten by him.

Looking over the bow of the boat, there is no sail or oar on the big boat, but wherever it passes, countless ghost hands stretch out from the bottom of the boat, supporting the huge boat all the way forward.On the roof of the attic in the center of the ship, at some point, there was an old man wrapped in black robes, holding a sickle-like weapon in his hand, and staring at him intently.

It's really like a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by a dog!Daoist Ran Deng laughed angrily, and just about to make a quick decision, he saw the old ghost suddenly opened his mouth and let out a cry, which was extremely unpleasant, an evil curse breath, and began to summon those ghost puppets to kill them one after another.

The dark crow withered, sighed the undead!

Naturally, those puppets would not cause serious harm to Daoist Ran Deng, but they gave the ancestor of Ming Crow a chance to gather strength and prepare.

The sickle is a magic weapon left to him by the sky ghost. It is full of evil spirits and is specially used to harvest the undead. It is very similar to the costumes of the gods of death in Ren Qinglian's memory.

Although, the ancestor of the dark crow, who was born in ancient times, actually didn't have much combat power, at least, it was not enough to mention today's Taoist burning lamp.

However, with this moment of delay, it was enough for Ren Qinglian to rush over and launch a crazy attack before the other party mobilized the power of the entire world.

"Beautiful job!" Ren Qinglian looked at the ancestor Ming Crow who flew upside down, and praised without hesitation, "Leave the rest to me!"

Daoist Ran Deng's eyes were about to burst, "You despicable villain!"

"Despicable..." Ren Qinglian's face was calm, he didn't put away the power of the Liuhe Desire Lotus Formation, a god and demon who survived from ancient times, his whole body of memory is itself a huge treasure, "Photograph Soul seal!"

As soon as the words fell, a blush of blood flashed across Ren Qinglian's face, she twisted her body, and stretched out a single palm, several mysterious forces had pierced through the air, it was pitch black and strange, with strange howls soaring into the sky, turning into a huge palm print, burning Lanterns cover it.

"The coffin lamp, burn it out!" Ran Deng roared.

Ren Qinglian laughed lightly, and threw a copper coin in her hand.

Taoist Ran Deng shrank his eyes, and blurted out: "Luobao money!"

He was very impressed with this thing, because even with it, he was able to snatch those few Dinghaishen beads from Zhao Gongming's hands as he wished.

"You are the one who intercepted the teaching!" The power of the Liuhe Desire and Evil Lotus Formation had already given him some hallucinations. The person in front of him fluctuated for a while, as if he had become the old Zhao Gongming.

The corner of Ren Qinglian's mouth curled up, and a chaotic sword energy condensed on the Xuanyuan sword, and it was directed towards the past.

Daoist Ran Deng tried his best to shatter the illusion in front of him, avoiding the vital point dangerously, but he was still injured by the sword energy, the injury was not serious, but feeling the breath above, it seemed to have seen something terrible Existence, shouted like a lunatic: "Chaos Sword Qi, Yuanshi Tianzun, you are Yuanshi Tianzun..."

"Ghost fire lotus!" The ridicule on Ren Qinglian's face became more and more, and the lotus platform under her feet flew away.

Daoist Ran Deng lost his mind, as if he didn't notice it, and let the gray-black lotus flowers fly out around the lotus platform, turning angrily in the air, and expanding rapidly.

"It seems that doing too many bad things is not a good thing after all!" Muttering, Ren Qinglian generally absorbed the memory of the other party, while casting her eyes on the continent under her feet and the Mani Pearl.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" It's a good thing, but it's a pity that it's all for Houtu!Ren Qinglian looked confused, and thought of the half of the Lingshan that he kept in the inner world, "It's not like nothing, the coffin lamp, the measuring ruler, and the usefulness of this half of the Lingshan, the most important thing is that there is With the memory of Daoist Ran Deng, it will be much easier to condense the novel world of the prehistoric world!"

After leaving Xuehai Wuya, Ren Qinglian has been trying to figure out the novelist's cultivation method. Not long ago, she has made great progress in her cultivation, and she successfully condensed a Dayan talisman.In the process of cultivation, a novelist must constantly accumulate readers' spiritual thoughts, which are the so-called power of thought and power of will. However, after having a profound comprehension in the soul path, Ren Qinglian knows that these are all a kind of luck that belongs to the law of the soul. .

Based on his current comprehension of the law of the soul, and the fact that there will be many living beings living in his inner world after the prehistoric world is destroyed, he has full confidence in creating a world by referring to the novelist's method.At that time, the many acupoint worlds in his body, under the action of the Dayan Talisman, will form familiar and unfamiliar worlds one by one, achieving the real "one flower, one world, one thought, one universe". The inner world is different, and the development of these worlds will evolve according to the story model he provided.

One thought and one universe is easy, but to form a truly perfect world, one person's imagination is obviously not enough. In this case, if he wants to gather a small prehistoric world, what can compare to the body of Taoist Burning Lamp? The memory comes to perfection.Not only that, but he already has an idea. Taking advantage of the shattering of the world, he wants to collect more memories and ideas of this kind, and pour them all into his own little prehistoric world, so that this world can develop healthily and perfectly.

One day in the future, if this world grows to a certain level, he can use the characters in it to fight against the enemy.Although Honghuang is about to be destroyed, he will reshape a new one in his hands. When he thinks that one day he summons his Hongjun Taoist ancestor to fight with the real Hongjun Taoist ancestor in this world, what kind of feeling will that be? The scene, I'm afraid it will shock many people's eyes.

(End of this chapter)