At the same time, within the Netherworld Temple.
Yun Qing looked up at the dome of the Temple of the Underworld, the original stone has disappeared, replaced by the solid body of Yan Mo's holy body. With Yun Qing's talent, it is not difficult to complete the tempering of Yan Mo's holy body in a hundred years. Today, it has grown into a behemoth that can cover the entire temple.
Subtle gnawing sounds came from all around, and the magic patterns on the four walls gradually dimmed, and the layers of the muscles of Yan Mo's holy body replaced the ups and downs of the magic patterns. The temple is becoming a hybrid of architecture and biology.
Yun Qing recited in a low voice: "Use my devil's blood to cleanse Wangchuan, use my devil's soul to summon Huangquan."
Yan Mo's holy body slowly trembled with the ups and downs of her voice, and it seemed that something in its body was about to break through the flesh and blood.
This incantation is made up of ancient magic syllables, and the tone of the tone is a bit strange, with a feeling of confusing people's mind. Many mage practitioners know this mantra. It is more like a prayer word than a mantra. By chanting this sentence, mage practitioners beg the Lord of the Underworld to give them supreme power. It is strongly suggestive, and it may not necessarily bring about an increase in strength, but it can make people fall into a state of "unstoppable" madness.
But Yun Qing looked very calm, her voice was soft and steady, repeating this strange incantation over and over again.
The trembling of Yan Mo's holy body gradually became more intense, and the hideous and ugly face gradually revealed the color of fear and pain. Yun Qing's voice never stopped, lingering in the palace for a long time. The trembling of Yan Mo's holy body caused the entire Netherworld Temple to shake, and the part sunken deep under the river bed was uprooted, and the River of Forgetfulness and River of Records flowed crazily.
Yun Qing was a little worried that it would alarm the sage of the demonic way, but there was no way to stop the supernatural power now.
According to legend, Wang Chuan and Ji Chuan flowed from the body of the Lord of the Underworld, the blood with supreme demonic properties. Now the violent river is turning red, just like the legendary devil's blood, it is highly corrosive. The clear river turned into blood magma in the blink of an eye, and the creatures in the river were burned to ashes and melted into blood. Bubbles appeared on the river surface, and when the bubbles burst, the fog barrier spread.
With Wangchuan Jichuan as the central axis, a crimson trace spreads from the center to the surroundings. This red mark has a delicate texture like flesh and blood, where the skylight hides and the daylight fades away. The living beings near the Wangchuan Jichuan were all invaded by the devilish energy, and there were frequent changes, extremely dangerous.
The lower body of the huge Yan Mo holy body had completely melted in the Temple of the Underworld, and it gradually straightened its upper body, floating out from the bottom of the water little by little.
With black and sharp horns, a ferocious and painful face, and then the back, chest and abdomen, Yan Mo's holy body broke through the water little by little, opened his arms, and roared to the sky. Its screaming sound broke through the sky, and the black clouds quickly gathered to form a sea. In the center of the sea of clouds, a red hole appeared, and it was unknown where it led.
The Temple of the Underworld where Yun Qing lived was already shaking beyond recognition, but she still recited the mantra calmly in this crumbling palace.
"All sins have become my Yama body, and life and death call my true evil thoughts!"
The crimson hole in the center of the sea of clouds gradually shrank and trembled, and then a little blood light shone down from the middle, directly shining on the eyebrows of Yan Mo's holy body.
Yan Mo's holy body struggled painfully, but seven or forty-nine demonic energy flew out of Yun Qing's hand, firmly fixed it on the river surface, and could not move at all. That point of blood is the remnant soul of Huangquan brought from 100,000 years ago. At the cost of the entire Temple of Huangquan, it can only be left in a short moment. If it is broken free by the holy body of Yama , then Yun Qing lost more than she gained.
Whether it's fast or slow, the bloody light sprinkled lightly on Yan Mo's holy body between the eyebrows like rain. There is the spirituality of the practitioner, which controls a person's will and spirit.
The struggle of Yan Mo's holy body stopped the moment it was touched by the blood light.
Its chest no longer heaved violently, its mouth and nose no longer breathed in pain, its hands no longer waved wildly, and its vitality was completely cut off at this moment.
Yun Qing took a deep breath, endless vitality poured into her body from Yan Mo's holy body, and the demonic aura on her body began to soar at an incredible speed.
This is the last step in the cultivation of Yan Mo's holy body. The spirit of the ancient demon god is brought into the body. When the spirit has perfected the demon body, the practitioner will devour the Yan Mo's holy body and use it to complete himself. That mountain-like majestic body slowly became tired, becoming as old as a withered plant.
But at this moment, a full tumor gradually protruded between its eyebrows, which looked as abrupt as a fresh and juicy fruit hanging from a dead tree.
Yun Qing felt the supreme power accumulated in Yan Mo's holy body, and the sense of danger in her heart did not fade at all. For her, the body in front of her is not important at all, what is important is the soul that has just been attracted.
Yun Qing disappeared in place, and appeared on top of Yan Mo's holy body the next moment. She stood in front of the tumor that was as tall as a person, with a slightly dignified expression.
She stretched out her hand and opened the sarcoma bit by bit, and a large amount of blood-red viscous liquid gushed out of the sarcoma, just like when a child was born. Yun Qing stretched her hand in to prop up a big opening, and her elbows were dyed this vivid red. But the sarcoma was too big, until the blood around the edge began to scab, the fluid still didn't drain completely.
Yun Qing waited patiently, maybe the embryo inside was immature, maybe she hid it deeper because she sensed the danger. But Yun Qing couldn't force it, she could only wait, even though she knew that the longer she waited, the greater the danger.
In the end, the sarcoid shriveled away, and the last thin layer of skin wrapped a curled up human form.
Yun Qing carefully lifted the layer of flesh, revealing a naked young woman inside.
Her messy black hair was soaked in blood, like seaweed wrapped around her. There are double horns on her forehead, and black wings gathered behind her, which looks exactly like the outline of Yan Mo's body. There are complex and strange magic lines all over her body, and pale to transparent skin can be seen faintly between the magic lines. Her skeleton seems to be a little small, her body is already mature, and she looks like she hasn't grown up.
The woman's eyes were closed, and her features were covered by scattered black hair, but she could still see a classic and restrained beauty.
There was no trace of life, but she lay in a pool of blood as if she had fallen asleep.
Yun Qing bowed and brushed her forehead hair away. There was a familiar magic pattern there—a magic pattern that stood isolated in the center of the Temple of the Underworld and was called "Holy Lord of the Underworld". Yun Qing's hands condense violent demonic energy, as long as she penetrates her skull and destroys her spirit, she can...
"Don't touch Huang Quan."
Light laughter echoed across the sky.
Yun Qing was indifferent, and the devil's true energy gushed out from his hand, but there was a trace of blood on the woman's body, and this devil's true energy disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"I said, don't touch Huang Quan."
The sound of the silver jewelry colliding was very clear and sweet, and there was already a hint of sternness in the other party's words.
Yun Qing sighed, straightened up, and looked at the sage of the magic way who was walking from the bottom of Wangchuan: "You still caught up with me."
"Just a little bit." The sage of the demonic way soon arrived at the woman's side, and Yun Qing quickly backed away, not daring to confront him head-on.
This time, Yun Qing's expression really showed some regret: "It's a pity."
Rarely did the sage of the demon way not joke, he said to Yun Qing expressionlessly: "You were only a little short of being able to replace him, but fortunately you were short of this, and I would also like to thank you for awakening Huang Quan for the demon way."
Yun Qing's gaze stayed on the woman, and the demon saint stood a little forward, blocking her tightly.
"It's not a replacement." Yun Qing shook his head, "You don't understand."
The demon saint turned around and took off his Taoist robe, and then covered the woman. He said, "I really don't understand..."
He picked up the woman, looked back at Yun Qing, his eyes were cold: "I don't understand how you managed to change your fate against the sky."
Yun Qing was silent.
The sage of the demon way continued: "There will not be two Huangquan present in the world at the same time. If the ancient spirit you summoned is the Lord of Huangquan, then what are you?"
Yun Qing stood where she was, knowing that she couldn't escape under the eyes of a saint, so she didn't make any struggles. She still looked at the young woman with that regretful look, without saying a word.
"Cheated the secret, tampered with fate, pretended to be the Holy Lord and came to the last days of the ascetics... What are you?"
Yun Qing once changed the magic pattern for Liu Caichun. At that time, she told Liu Caichun that fate is determined by the sky, and it is impossible for a practitioner to change his fate against the sky. However, the luck and fortune of a practitioner can be changed by external forces. This is how she used this method to make Liu Caichun, who has no aptitude for direct inheritance, practice the direct inheritance of the Depressed Spiritual Demon Sect.
But now that she is standing here, it is precisely as a fate-defying person.
As the sage of the magic way said, there will not be two yellow springs in the world at the same time. If it is the holy master of the yellow spring that she tried to lure from a hundred thousand years ago, then she is obviously not the yellow spring. At the beginning when her magic pattern appeared in the Temple of Huangquan, almost everyone believed that she was Huangquan, because her fate would not be changed. But now Yun Qing has overturned this statement. She herself entered the world by tampering with her fate and concealing the secrets of heaven.
Yun Qing shook her head without making any answer.
The sage of the Demon Dao looked stern, and was about to restrain her when a dazzling white light shot from the gate of the realm.
"Dijun...?" The demon saint seemed a little surprised, obviously he didn't expect Yun Qing to have a helping hand.
The young man in white appeared in this ray of light, he stretched out his hand to protect Yun Qing, and said eagerly: "Retreat first! Master Zhong is waiting for you at the gate of the world."
Yun Qing didn't say any more, and quickly fled towards the gate of the world. Behind her, the white light collided violently with the blood light. The whole Wuhuang Demon Realm was turned upside down, billowing air waves came from behind her, but Yun Qing didn't look back, she arrived at the gate of the realm as quickly as possible.
Zhong Guanyuan waited tremblingly outside the gate, Yun Qing was grabbed by him as soon as he landed: "Let's make a fire, this damn place is so cold..."
"Let's go!" A gentle black flame ignited in Yun Qing's hands, and her brows and eyes were stained with worry, "If you fail to kill Huang Quan this time, it will be a serious disaster in the future."
Zhong Guanyuan was still trembling: "No, nothing is more like a big, big trouble than you!"
Yun Qing frowned, pulled him into the air, and flew directly to the north: "Where should we go first?"
Zhong Guanyuan reached out to touch the black flame, but was slapped away by Yun Qing: "I will die. Where shall we go first?"
Zhong Guanyuan was beaten honestly, and quickly replied: "The other building. Yihe and I have already arranged the Li Palace, and now the other building is left. Can you go up?"
"Yes." Yun Qing nodded coldly.
Zhong Guanyuan was still a little worried: "Wait...cough, call Gou Mang back, it's safe. The reappearance of Zanyun Tiangong is here."
Volume Ten Burials Yuntian Palace