Cute Scripture of Mountains and Seas

The flames burned violently, igniting the picture of the Southern Suzaku Academy, and burning away the scene that happened in the past in the long river of time.

With the shattering of the southern picture, those ancient characters representing the changes of the southern heavenly secrets in the four elephants also disappeared together. The water mirror avatar suspended in this direction was also greatly injured, and the whole body became transparent.

"Finally, the East."

According to the usual practice, the most restless one always appears at the end, Shui Jing looked at the avatar with the character "天" on his forehead.

Located in the east, the clone named "Kong Ming" was trembling slightly, with strange scars appearing on his body from time to time.

There are some scars, as if they were caught by a ghost.

Some scars seemed to be pierced by a divine bow.

Some scars seemed to have been cut by countless sword qi.

What's more, the flames similar to the Southern Suzaku Academy are burning, and the killing power of the Western White Tiger Academy is raging.

This means that the calamity in the east is the most terrifying and complicated, and even the Xuanwu Eye, which has exhausted the mysteries of the secret art, is almost unable to withstand the backlash of these forces.

Those scars were all superimposed on Shui Jing's Tianzi avatar, which means that she herself bears the pain of these backlashes with her body.

This is the price to be paid by those who peep into the River of Destiny. She is not a powerful fantasy species like the Xuanwu Holy Beast. It is inevitable to pay a huge price for observing the world of seas and mountains with a human body.

There are as many scars on the double body as there are pains she has to bear.

But for her, all this has long been used to.

Those who watch the heavenly secrets will die themselves. Especially when observing the secrets related to oneself, the price to be paid is more than ten times the usual price.

This kind of avenue that has existed since ancient times is a method similar to equivalent exchange. If you want to gain the power to peek into fate, you must sacrifice something.

Shui Jing's eyes are the price she paid for inheriting Xuanwu's eyes.

From that moment on, she could no longer see the myriad colors of the seas and mountains, only the reality of the world observed in the spirit world remained.

Of course, since she has chosen this path, the Xuanwu Heavenly Maiden naturally has a corresponding way to bear it.

The one-qi-transformation-three-pure practice practiced by Shui Jing is one of the top secret techniques, a peerless fairy technique that can share the curse of backlash to the three avatars of heaven, earth and human.

However, even if the backlash can be shared, the pain will not be less at all, and it will even be superimposed.

This means that when Shui Jing casts the Xuanwu Eye, the pain he has to endure is four times that of others, in exchange for stronger observation and analysis capabilities.

So, she saw it, saw the scene that remained in the memory of the seas and mountains.

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Under the huge icy waterfall, Dao Wuyuan caressed the Frost Sky Bow in his hand, looking at its expression was like looking at his lover.

This Frost Bow, which was already of extraordinary quality, is undergoing strange changes after hunting and killing an unknown number of giants born in the nightmare world.

Some inscriptions that did not belong to the seas and mountains began to appear on the bow string and arms. If you look closely, they are somewhat similar to the inscriptions that Mei Xue saw from the ghost emperor when she first met the ghost emperor.

In the center of the bow, a pale white mask emerged. This is not an accessory of the Frost Sky Bow, but a mysterious thing that quietly appeared as the number of giants hunted by Dao Wuyuan increased.

Dao Wuyuan looked at this white ghost face, blood dripped silently on his cold cheeks, as if he saw a scene from a long, long time ago.

That is something that does not know what world and what era happened.

A huge city that hardly seemed to exist in the seas and mountains lost its own dawn. It was shrouded in a mist that filled the sky, lime, loess, debris, and smoke mixed into a gray mist.

The extremely thick mist filled and floated, rising piece by piece, strand by strand, like a curtain slowly suspended in the air, silently covering the ruins.

Silence enveloped this empty and silent doomsday city. In the gray-white mist, only the ruins of this seemingly empty city remained.

Then, Dao Wuyuan saw it.

A giant, a gigantic giant was moving across the ruins.

All sound was gone except the sound of the giant moving. Occasionally, there are a few weak cries of children, which also seem to come from the depths of the distant earth, so deep, so slender, like a floating white thread in the illusion.

There was blood everywhere on the ground. In the faint morning light, the fine dust drifted slowly one by one, and then trembled and danced with the giant's footsteps.

"Boom!" The giant's footsteps shook a three-story balcony, and the entire balcony hit the second-floor balcony vertically. As the giant moved forward, buildings began to collapse

It flattened the streets, broke bridges, knocked down buildings, and changed the entire city beyond recognition.

The scattered huge stone pillars, the cracked square, and the mountain of corpses piled up on the side of the road!

On the mountain of corpses, there are those whose heads were crushed, their feet were smashed, and their bodies were flattened. This is good, but there are more dead people whose wreckage cannot be seen and are buried in the ruins of the city.

As the giant moved forward, crimson liquid began to seep out piece by piece from the ruins. It seeps more and more, accumulates thicker and thicker, like thin crimson springs flowing out from the cracks in the stone slabs, dripping down the broken walls, bypassing the broken window lattices and door frames, and flowing from the gray-white Oozing out of the broken dirt on the walls.

The light red blood flowed slowly, converging into small red rivers, leaving traces of life and death on the black ruins.

In that sea of ​​blood, a white mask began to emerge, as if it was chasing the giant, and seemed to be attracted by this sea of ​​blood.

This white mask, staring at the distant giant just like that, began to take shape little by little.

This city was destroyed by giants. It is a terrifying memory left by the seas and mountains. It was seen by Dao Wuyuan, who had the mission of "killing giants". It is one of the reasons for his birth.

"Kill the giant." Dao Wuyuan looked coldly at the transforming Frost Sky Bow, and made his mission clearer.

"A giant, no matter what kind of giant it is, must die!"

"A dead giant is a good giant."

Following Dao Wuyuan's epiphany, an ancient imprint began to appear on his forehead, which was the avenue he stepped on, the path of cultivation with the ultimate goal of "killing all giants".

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Netherworld has a little bit of trouble, which belongs to the troubles of girls.

Her subordinates increased again.

"Okay, now there are three thousand troops!"

"Next, work harder and strive to become 10,000 as soon as possible."

"There are many people, so the strength is great. Newcomers, line up well."

The twelve ghost girls stood solemnly in front of their own ghost well, watching all kinds of ghosts crawling out of the ghost well.

Hanged ghosts, hanged themselves, or hanged ghosts by hanging. The characteristic is that each of them has a long tongue, which can freely suspend in the air and act regardless of the terrain.

Water ghosts are mostly drowned children. Its characteristic is that its speed in water is increased by more than three times, and it can exert extraordinary power in water battles. Even a magician who is pulled into the water will have to go around.

Terracotta Warriors, a brand new type of army. It is the ghosts that the clay figurines buried with the emperors and generals after their death experienced the yin qi of the world and turned into ghosts. Among them, there are even powerful ghosts of the level of General Li Gui, who can command many ghosts to fight in formation.

Finally, it is the rarest ghost, a rare ghost that any magician of the Nether Immortal Dao would be jealous of - Nine Sons Yin Demon.

With a huge mother's head as its nest, nine small skulls dance around the huge head, exuding a chilling ghostly aura. This is the rare ghost that the ghosts of the Nether Immortal and Immortal Warlocks dream of - Nine Sons Yin Demon.

This kind of requirement for the birth of ghosts is extremely rare, and there is a very small chance of the birth of a fairy warlock woman who is pregnant with nine babies and buried in a place where corpses are kept for thousands of years.

Nine-uplets are an extremely rare phenomenon, and it is even more difficult for fairy warlocks to conceive. Even in the history of the Nether Immortal Dao, only one sect master had obtained a similar Yin Demon, and it was not the complete Nine Sons Yin Demon, but the incomplete version of the Eight Sons Yin Demon.

Nine is extremely numerous, and I am afraid that there are only a few Yin Demons born in the entire sea and mountains since the beginning of the world. Therefore, when this powerful ghost with a strange image flew out of the ghost well, it immediately aroused everyone's attention. The scramble of devil girls.

"I, mine, come out of my well!"

"Wait, aren't we all one, we should share it together!"

"That's right, there are twelve months in a year, and everyone takes turns using one month without dying!"

"Well, we're already dead..."

Seeing the quarrel between the twelve ghost girls who were as one with him, Youming Huangquan smiled lightly, and made a casual move at the nine sons of Yinmo floating in the air.

As soon as he came out, he frightened all the ghosts around him, and the high-ranking Nine Sons of Yin Mo immediately defected to his real master, and then nodded Heying Huangquan's shoulder with his huge head.

"Very good, good boy." Youming Huangquan touched this terrifying ghost in the eyes of others, and the nine skulls with ghost fires in their eyes flew around the Youming Huangquan excitedly. The contract automatically offered his loyalty.

This is the charm of Netherworld, and this is the power possessed by the saintesses of the Nether Immortal Dao.

Under the "Mandate of Heaven" of the amnesty, all the ghosts in the seas and mountains will become her hands, her feet, and her eyes. She has become the messenger of the underworld.

"Okay, everything is ready, only Dongfeng owes it, and the next step is to capture Meixue!" The twelve devil girls held hands and cheered loudly.

"Ho ho ho ho!"

"Hey hey hey!"

"Huh huh!"

Amidst countless will-o'-the-wisps flying, the terrifying ghosts from Santu River prostrate themselves at the foot of the Netherworld, and offer their loyalty to the saint of Huangquan.