Chapter 517 The ultimate evil hand
Jiuyou has existed since the beginning of the world. It is the source of evil demons, evil gods and ghosts in the world. There are many powerful natural gods, such as the Demon Emperor, the Taoist Tiansha, and this Huang Quan.
Although He has never been as good as the most famous ones in Jiuyou, he is still a powerful person. He has always been a symbol of life and death. He is definitely not comparable to the current Dharmakaya!
Did the Bomi Kingdom really want to dig through the Nine Netherworlds and let the "Yellow Spring" come to the world, and this caused a big disaster?
Or did Emperor Zhenwu seal the "Yellow Spring" in Wuyou Valley?
Meng Qi had many thoughts and felt suffocated. He took a breath and told himself that in ancient times, it was more than a million years ago. Even if the "Yellow Spring" was really sealed in the Wuyou Valley, he would have exhausted his lifespan and died. It's the third step in a series of tasks. It's impossible to face such a powerful person!
"Underworld Emperor..." Suoming Yaksha frowned slightly.
Meng Qi understood that he was wondering why the leader of his organization wanted to be nicknamed "The Emperor of the Underworld", so he pretended not to hear and looked around.
This hall only has the entrance corridor and the painted murals. It seems that it ends here and there is no way to move forward.
Jia Zhen, the "demonic demon" who had been rarely speaking, suddenly walked up to the "Prince of the Underworld", knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed solemnly.
Silently, an entrance opened in the center of the mural between him and the Underworld Emperor, and the dank air emerged, diagonally downwards.
"Old Jia..." Suoming Yaksha took a breath. Does he know how to open the entrance?
Jia Zhen is dressed as a scribe, and the old god is there: "Jia once encountered something similar to worshiping evil gods. He understands that if he can't find clues, he can kowtow in front of the statues or murals to feel sincerity."
"That's it." Suoming Yaksha listened to what he said and his doubts disappeared.
For him, no matter what Jia Zhen told the truth or a lie, or what his plans were, with the Emperor of Hades quietly following him, he could just watch with a cold eye, and he might even be able to open up secret places and gain more.
The five of them walked along the entrance without saying anything.
This corridor has been winding and spiraling downward, going deep into the ground. The feeling of coldness and dampness is getting heavier and heavier, and the faint sound of gurgling water can be heard in the ears.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the front became open. A square was paved with gray stone bricks. There was a dark and deep cave in the distance as far as the eye could see. There was a circle of flowers growing on the edge, with seven petals like orchids and stamens. bright red.
"Worry-free flower!" Suoming Yaksha couldn't hide his joy.
You can see the worry-free flower near the entrance, which means that this is indeed the gate of life!
If you are a person with little experience in the world, you will have already soared by this time and get started first. However, Suoming Yaksha is well-informed and has a deep city. He still moves forward step by step and is wary of possible evil spirits and companions with different agendas.
Meng Qi was in the center of the team, following the life-threatening Yaksha onto the gray square, silently counting in his mind:
"One step, two steps..."
If the records in the ancient books are correct, even if the square outside the Shengmen is renovated, as long as the positive and negative Five Elements Entrapment Formation is not broken and the status symbol of Wuyou Valley is not held, then there will be one for every three steps. The appearance of the phantom formation, combined with the strong men guarding this place, can effectively resist the enemy and delay the arrival of reinforcements from the valley.
But now that the front and back are reversed, there may be some changes in the magic array!
"Three steps!" Meng Qi had just finished counting silently, when mist rose up around him, and he could not see more than a foot away. His senses were blocked, and he seemed to be rejected and abandoned by the world.
Meng Qi restrained his breath, looked around, recalled his previous position, and suddenly took a step diagonally.
Taking this step, the scene in front of me suddenly changed, the fog became thinner, and a figure loomed in front, holding a Geng gold sword, with gray hair, timid, and wary of the surroundings. It was Yang Zhenchan, the "Eight Wastelands Demon-Suppressing Sword".
Finally waiting for the opportunity to take action, Meng Qi held his breath and concentrated, handed the sword to his left hand, and grasped the hilt of Tianzhishang with his right hand.
At this moment, Meng Qi still treated Yang Zhenchan as if he were at his peak, fighting the lion with all his strength against the rabbit!
The acupoints are opened, but the Dharma is not visible. They are all moving inside. The golden crow, the big sun, the stars, and the chaotic cave quickly shrink and merge into the heavens. The heavens move forward and gradually become chaotic.
Meng Qi's impression became dark and dark, and his aura was unclear. Immediately, a layer of ordinary aura appeared on his surface, which was no different from usual, covering up the abnormality.
Looking at Yang Zhenchan, who never relaxed his guard, Meng Qi didn't find an opportunity to take action, so he deliberately took a step forward.
Yang Zhenchan held a long sword, looking in all directions and listening in all directions. His spiritual sense shrouded the surroundings, not giving any chance to the external evil spirits and possible inner ghosts.
Suddenly, he heard the crisp sound of footsteps and looked back, his alertness reaching its highest level.
Then he saw Meng Qi and walked out with his hands behind his back, showing no hostility.
"Sun Sanren Shen Bao..." Seeing that he was someone he knew, and he was coming over in a big way, not sneaky, trying to make a sneak attack. Yang Zhenchan subconsciously relaxed a little, but immediately prepared to be alert to prevent the inner ghost.
Just when he was slightly relaxed and had not yet lifted his spirits, Meng Qi, who was closely sensing the changes in his aura and the tightness of his sword-holding hand, took a step forward, and the light of the sword lit up!
The sight was dim and dark, the light of the sword tore through the sky and the earth, it seemed that everything could be cut open and it was impossible not to chop it!
Yang Zhenchan just realized it when the light of the sword was already in front of him!
His eyes suddenly burst out with a fierce and determined look, and the feeling of shrinking disappeared completely. The sword energy around his body condensed, and the long sword in his hand was raised directly in a posture that was contrary to common sense and difficult to penetrate the sword energy.
when!
The long sword was struck by the light of the sword!
Yang Zhenchan reacted faster than Ze Luoju, and his moves were extremely clever, just in front of the sword light.
when!
The long sword was cut by the sword light that created the world and swung to the right. Yang Zhenchan's chest and abdomen were wide open, and a deep knife mark appeared from the center of his eyebrows to the lower navel, and his internal organs and gray were almost visible.
But it was blocked after all, and Yang Zhenchan was only injured!
He was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger... Meng Qi's mind flashed, without disturbing him at all, and the long sword in his left hand had already been handed out. Every inch of stabbing, there was a flame explosion, as if there were a series of explosions in the depths of the sun.
With the help of the power of the explosion, the sword light was faster than Meng Qi had ever seen, and it went straight to Yang Zhenchan's eyebrows!
Yang Zhenchan fell into a desperate situation, but his eyes were fierce, and he actually found the only chance to survive. The long sword did not block and stabbed back, Gengjin burst out, and the sword light was incomparably fast, like a meteor chasing the moon, piercing through the scorching heat, and fell to Meng Qi's eyebrows.
Attack against attack, and use speed to defeat slowness!
Although Yang Zhenchan made a move later, he was a step faster, and it seemed that he could die with Meng Qi, forcing him to change his moves.
The swordsmanship is outstanding and unparalleled, and it is not an empty statement!
The surrounding fog rolled, as if being pulled by the two sword lights, but under the absorption of the positive and negative five elements falling god formation, neither the stone slab nor the fog suffered any substantial loss or change.
Just when both sides were about to die together, Meng Qi's back muscles bulged, two arms grew, and a head appeared on his neck.
With his hands in seals, golden lotuses bloomed around him, heavy and solemn, connecting to the earth, vast and boundless.
Dang!
Yang Zhenchan's sword light was blocked by the immovable golden lotus, but his sword power was unmatched, and his strength level was higher than Meng Qi. He actually broke the golden lotuses, and the remaining power was about to pierce Meng Qi's two heads.
Suddenly, Meng Qi's body grew and his clothes tore, and the position pointed by the sword light changed from the head to the chest.
Dang! The collision of metal and iron, the long sword whose power was mostly absorbed by the immovable golden lotus only pierced a white mark.
On the other side, Meng Qi held the sword without any hesitation, as if he was ready to exchange his life for his own. When Yang Zhenchan's long sword pierced his chest, he tapped his forehead!
Yang Zhenchan's eyes were wide open, with a ferocious look, a look of surprise, and a feeling of unwillingness. He heard a light sound of "puff" in his ears, and his vision was completely dark.
Watching Yang Zhenchan fall limply, blood pouring into the flowing fire, Meng Qi exhaled, full of relief. Although he had not yet mastered the law of heaven and earth, he could still make his body a little bigger. Otherwise, he would have been stabbed in the weak spot by Yang Zhenchan's sword light, suffering a serious injury that could not be recovered for a while.
"As expected of the Dharmakaya's personal teaching, the swordsmanship is really outstanding..." Meng Qi's head and arms retracted and disappeared.
The flowing fire that absorbed the blood seemed to be happy, rolling and boiling, expanding and contracting. Gradually, it condensed into a red jade-like sword body, burning inside, no longer swallowing and spitting out flames like before.
Meng Qi waved the flowing fire, and felt it was light and easy, as if he was using his arm, and the power contained was enough to melt gold and stone.
Finally sublimated to the top grade... Meng Qi was happy and emotional.
Suddenly, he saw Yang Zhenchan's body began to rot, rotting at an indescribable speed, and even the Gengjin long sword in his hand was full of rust.
In just two or three breaths, Yang Zhenchan was left with only bones, surrounded by a pool of muddy flesh and blood, and a sword that broke at the touch.
Seeing such changes, Meng Qi frowned slightly. Was it because of what he had experienced in the past, or because of the formation? Judging from the decay of the treasure weapon, it was probably the latter...
In order to refine the elixir, Yang Zhenchan seemed to have changed everything, and there were only various spiritual herbs on his body, but they also lost their vitality and decayed into mud.
Meng Qi pondered for a while, changed into the same clothes, burned the broken one to ashes, and then stepped back and fell into the fog again.
After a cup of tea, the formation started naturally and the fog disappeared.
The Soul-Calling Yaksha looked at the people who were obviously getting farther away, and was about to speak, but suddenly he smelled a rotten stench. He looked far away and found Yang Zhenchan's body. He recognized his identity from the rotten wood sword.
"You killed him!" The Soul-Calling Yaksha pointed at Meng Qi, his momentum rising, and he seemed to be ready to attack at any time. The Poisonous Hand Demon Lord and the Chaos Demon Jia Zhen were also on guard and ready to go.
Meng Qi curled his lips and sneered: "Why do you say it was someone? I think it was you!"
He looked angry and wronged.
The Soul-Calling Yaksha narrowed his eyes, and his voice seemed to have whirlpools: "You deliberately mentioned Yang Zhenchan's name before. If it wasn't you who did it, who could it be?"
"I just happened to hear that he met with you." Meng Qi pointed to his vest clothes that he deliberately restored to their original miserable state, "Then who attacked me?"
Meng Qi's wound was on his vest. Even if he could change his bones and use his hands in opposite directions, the places where he exerted force were different, and the palm prints were also different, which could be clearly distinguished.
Did he tear off his hand, embed it in the wall, and hit it with his vest?
The Soul-seeking Yaksha who remembered this slowly lost his hostility and looked at the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord and Jia Zhen with a cold look.
Jia Zhen tried to smooth things over and said, "It may not be our internal conflict. There may be some invisible monster hidden in the corridor that caused the destruction of Bo Mi."
The Soul-seeking Yaksha nodded and became more alert.
Seeing that they had put aside their doubts and did not attack him, Meng Qi thought with a sense of accomplishment that being a "villain" was not bad...
He walked three steps in front of the Gate of Rebirth, and the few people fell into the fog again.
With the precedent of his attack on Yang Zhenchan, Meng Qi became more alert and deliberately changed his position.
The fog rolled and disappeared after a cup of tea. Meng Qi saw the Soul-seeking Yaksha.
He was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly froze, because there was a body lying on the ground, a body torn into two pieces, with the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys scattered all over the ground.
"It's him!" Meng Qi was quite shocked.
What surprised him was not the tragic state of the body, but the fact that the dead person was the one he thought would never get into trouble.
The poisonous devil!