Chapter 1345 The Supreme Demon
There are layers of yin soil, the wind is endless, and a blood-brown river rushes from the sky, pouring into the yellow spring that runs through this world, connecting the vacuum hometown that has been assimilated to the underworld and the realm of Luofeng, filling it like a dream. In the illusory fog, inside the six-layer pitch-black dead peak where the oldest turbid air precipitated, the Xuanming Ghost Emperor quietly looked at the upper reaches of the blood-brown river, with angry flames dancing in his eye sockets.
Over the years, I have slowly lost control of Luo Feng and can only retreat to the dojo. It will not be long before I have to completely abandon this level and return to the dark prison.
At this moment, a flash of blood reflected in His eyes, as if the vast ocean composed of the essence of flesh and blood of all living things in the world poured down from the sky with the fall of a palm, rolling toward the boundary of the Nine Netherworld, trying to swallow up the blood-brown acquired hell. , severing the connection between Luo Feng’s Black Prison and Vacuum’s hometown.
"Chance!"
Although the Xuanming Ghost Emperor has always been cruel and cruel, and likes to eat flesh and blood, he is by no means a chaotic, crazy, and almost irrational existence like Jiuluan Tianzun. He understood the whole story in an instant and made the choice that was most beneficial to him, without any hesitation. Hesitantly poked out the ghost claws from the dark dead peak.
Wherever it passed, the eternal wind condensed into a sky full of snowflakes, and the barren underworld turned into layers of crystal ice. All the innocent ghosts flew up and fell into their claws, creating death. The dark and silent vortex that manifested the way of ghosts silently moved towards the boundary of Jiuyou.
Outside the Nine Nethers, in the center of the blood-brown river, a bright moon suddenly rose. It was perfect, inclusive of all things, crystal clear, and swayed out little bits of clear divine light, causing the sea of blood to disappear layer by layer, making the whirlpool of silence seem to be swept away. Assimilation has put the "yellow spring" that runs through the two worlds in a state of inaccessibility.
Faced with the incident that threatened the connection between Luo Feng's prison and Vacuum's hometown, Wu Sheng's mother did not hesitate at all, and went to the scene personally to take action first!
But at this time, the green light swayed in the void, and a vigorous green tree grew out. Mysterious fruits were blowing on the branches, blooming with rounds of divine light, echoing with the endless ringing of bells.
The Qinghui slowed down, and the roots of the giant tree spread and penetrated into the "Mingyue" of perfection, and the two fell into a fierce competition.
The Qing Emperor descended from the Oriental Glazed World with divine power!
However, the Paradise, Bodhi Pure Land, Tusita Palace, and Demon Emperor's Palace were all quiet as if there was no one around. I don't know if they were involved in each other, or if the two sages of the West were also happy to hear that the Golden Emperor had lost Luo Feng.
A huge black shadow stood up from the blood-brown river. Zhen Yuanzi, who had become the Ghost Emperor, held the plain cloud flag in one hand and the Heavenly Punishment Ax in the other. He followed the rushing water waves and reached straight for the sea of blood and ghost claws. , we must fight one against two to maintain contact.
The ground was filled with mist and fragrance. Once the blood sea was illuminated, it suddenly became sluggish, as if it had fallen into a swamp and was wrapped in flags. The Heavenly Punishment Ax highlighted nine Dao patterns, and the meaning of punishment turned into black lightning, green flames, etc. Towards Ghost Claw.
Yang Jian suddenly chuckled, and with a shake of his pressing palm, red blisters appeared one after another in the sea of blood. The blisters swelled and exploded, one after another, setting off endless explosions, and finally formed A sound.
Boom!
The sea of blood disappeared into nothingness, and the storm swept across all directions, shaking the plain cloud flag back.
Boom!
All levels of Jiuyou felt deafening. Even the evil gods and demons in the red mountain range could not help but feel dizzy. Their auras were like little sparks, strung together into a prairie fire, and they were **** He was in the lower half of the eighth level of Jiuyou, and the red flow at the core seemed to be real. Qi Zhengyan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the source of the explosion. There were four golden and clear stars between his eyebrows.
After more than a hundred years, and with the blessing of Meng Qi and Yang Jian, he was able to prove the legend and step into the destiny!
Boom!
The blood sea explosion caused by Yang Jian's unscrupulousness robbed the surrounding energy, causing the blood-brown river to make a sharp sound of waves, and then disintegrated inch by inch, breaking into sections after sections.
It is always easier to destroy than to protect!
Moreover, Yang Jian only targeted the section within Jiuyou, and did not think about affecting the river outside!
The underworld collapsed, the two realms were severed, the misty mist dispersed without wind, and the green trees and the bright moon disappeared, no longer fighting in vain.
Zhen Yuanzi stood outside Jiuyou, took a deep look at Yang Jian, then carried the plain Yunjie flag and Tianchu ax, went upstream, and returned to the underworld. The erosion and assimilation of Luo Feng by his vacuum hometown suddenly came to an end. Stop.
On the other side, outside the Black Heaven Emperor's dojo, the sword energy of killing and destruction gradually dispersed, revealing the rather embarrassed Unrivaled Demon Lord and the flowerless, patternless, and lifeless Nether Sea Sword.
Meng Qi's one-qi-transforming-three-purity magical power was exhausted and was close to its limit. Seeing that Yang Jian succeeded, he ended the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, and his figure appeared on the top of the dark mountain where he had been sitting cross-legged, as if the sword energy had never been struck.
"If he really wants to fight, he will fight, and if he wants to leave, he will leave..." The devil's eyes were subtle and he felt secretly resentful in his heart.
In fact, what I have learned is not much worse than Su Meng. Even if I encounter the great magical power of One Qi Transforming Three Purities, relying on the immortality of the supreme demon body, I can hope to last until the time of incarnation arrives, but if I can't stand it, I will kill the immortal. The sword array cannot hold back the opponent who has two peerless magic weapons, but he doesn't have any!
Comparing one person to another really makes people angry!
The Minghai Sword turned into a dim light and returned to the bottom of Jiuyou, returning to the hands of Taoist Qisha. The Demon King also disappeared. His escape method was mysterious and extremely hidden. He didn't know where he was hiding. In this regard, he was better than Meng Qi.
Jiuyou quickly returned to "peace". Wusheng Mother's hard work for more than a hundred years failed to make waves, and her hard work was ruined.
This is the beginning... Meng Qi thought to himself, raised his head, looked at another level of Jiuyou, met Yang Jian's eyes, and nodded slightly.
After cutting off the hand of Wusheng Mother that reached into the Nine Netherworld, and forcing Emperor Hei Tian to stick to the dojo, he could start doing many things without worrying about being spied on by big shots!
Meng Qi closed his eyes, and the beating of the heart in his chest suddenly accelerated.
Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, it is filled with purple energy, like a bell, full of ancient and original meaning.
Hak, 咚, heartbeat is isolated by the body, even if he stands next to Meng Qi, it is difficult to hear.
Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, Meng Qi connected the jumping of the purple heart with the mysterious Tushita Palace, and received a feedback without sadness or joy.
As soon as the feedback came, Meng Qi's illusive and hazy purple heart beat more violently, and the feeling of mystery and weirdness was better than that of any demon, including the Emperor of Freedom.
Within the realm of reality.
Mr. Lu Da, who has moved Thrushcross Grange to the East China Sea realm, still guards the lonely grave. In his mind, he will occasionally recall the past events of Middle-earth one or two hundred years ago. The struggle through the ages can only be reconciled by death. Gur, who has not been able to return from the Middle Ages. Duo, and Su Meng who witnessed him step by step from enlightenment to destiny, and then to despair...
A period of time ago, in the thatched cottage, he suddenly slashed out a brilliant and extremely dazzling sword light. It was clear and pure. It struck the Xijian Pavilion, which had also been moved to the East China Sea, from a distance. He competed with Su Wuming in the air. With the sword light, he finally took an unprecedented path. The aura of his nature first reached infinite heights, and then reflected in all realms, obtaining projections.
After taking this step, he accumulated a lot of experience. In just thirty years, he became a good person. Now he is in the middle of the pack and has caught up with Su Wuming.
Mr. Lu Da put down the wood carving in his hand, looked at the undulating blue waves, and thought of the green jade box that had caused a sensation recently.
"I wonder what situation Su Xiaoyou has reached now." The thought just occurred to him, and the image of Meng Qi from the past appeared in his mind, with a green robe and an approachable smile.
At this moment, the figure of Meng Qi cupped his hands on his own, and his eyes were filled with illusory purple energy!
This... Mr. Lu Da was thoughtful and looked back as if nothing happened. He picked up the knife again and focused on carving.
On a certain island in the East China Sea, there was a white-haired old man lying on a rocking chair, basking in the warm afternoon sun, telling the children next to him about the prosperity of the Zhou Dynasty.
"If the Great Zhou Dynasty does not die, and the martial arts exchanges in the Wanjie Mall, video tutorials and forum groups do not collapse, your ancestors and I will most likely be able to attack the Dharma Body and be ranked among the Immortal Class. No matter what happens, we can seek refuge with the Human Emperor and obtain the priesthood and protection. One party..."
"At that time, the Holy Land of the Immortal Family was the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, and its leader was the Yuanhuang Immortal Lord Su Meng. He was the most admired and respected figure in your grandfather's life..."
The old man recalled bits and pieces of the past in his heart, thinking about the first time when the Fengtian Terrace was successfully built, the Yuan Emperor Su Meng watched the ceremony.
What he didn't notice was that the eyes of the figure in his heart were suddenly dyed with a touch of illusory purple, as if they had their own heartbeat.
All over the real world, similar situations happen quietly one after another.
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Outside the Demon Emperor's Palace, a somersault cloud floated over and landed at the door, transforming into the Monkey King, the Monkey King, wearing a golden chainmail armor.
He scratched his cheek and said to the monster guarding the door: "My grandson is here to ask to see the Demon King."
Facing his childhood idol, how could the gatekeeper monster dare to stop him? Moreover, the gate behind him opened, obviously with the approval of His Majesty the Demon Emperor.
After passing through a series of portals and entering the Demon Emperor's Palace, Sun Wukong suddenly paused and imagined Meng Qi's figure wearing a mysterious robe in his mind.
A flash of purple light, a heartbeat appeared, and this figure came to life!
Sun Wukong pointed his hand and cut out this thought. The purple light inside it rose up, the heartbeat became clear, and it stretched into the incarnation of Meng Qi.
The supreme inner demon's way to secretly meet the Demon King!