There is no wind here, but the dense gas clouds are bound by some kind of force, lingering in the sky, showing crimson waves, like solar prominences. From the perspective of the deep universe, it must be extremely beautiful and dangerous.
The earth was extremely hard and had unimaginable pressure. As Xia Ji walked, he felt that the force of gravity was hundreds of times stronger. Every move he raised his hands and feet felt like he was walking on a mountain.
Xia Ji raised his head, and what he saw was the convection flames. The light spots were uncertain in brightness and darkness. They were many dark flames thrown into the sky. From time to time, bridges of flames would be built on the earth.
He was almost certain that if the Black Emperor hadn't given him super fire resistance, and this world had given him the power to enter, he would have been wiped out the moment he set foot in this world, even with all kinds of magical powers.
And there's obviously no air here.
"Is this the place where the fire tribulation originated? The flames here are many times stronger than the fire tribulation. Sure enough... is the fire tribulation that descended on the world only a projection, or a very small leak?"
He sat on the floor.
Looking up cannot see the stars.
And the human world that cannot be seen.
"How to go back?"
he asks.
But no one answered.
He didn't have an answer either.
Liuli was also missing.
He is only one person, on this land covered with dense ridges, ravines, basins, and craters.
He began performing various strength tests.
The Black Emperor's body can no longer be used, but the other powers are still there, as is the storage space.
He randomly grabbed a famous sword in the world. The famous sword didn't even exist for a thousandth of a second. It melted as soon as it was taken out. As soon as it melted, it was hit to the ground by the huge gravity and was crushed into a piece of the ground. "soil".
Naturally, Xia Ji didn't dare to take the big dark halberd, and it was estimated that the divine weapon wouldn't be much better.
He took two steps and suddenly remembered the black knife that the ancestor of the Wu family had lost.
Su Tian said that the black sword was a magic weapon for defining the world, a sword from the underworld. He had never taken it out and used it because it had the spiritual imprint of the ancestor of the Wu family on it, but now he can take it out.
Xia Ji pulled out the black knife. The knife was long and slightly curved. Unfortunately, it was gray and without any luster. It was just like an ordinary knife, but this "ordinary knife" showed no sign of melting.
He grabbed the knife for a while, and felt that under the high pressure and extremely hot temperature here, some mark on the knife was being washed away. Gradually, the gray color disappeared, and the blade exuded a strange and cold horror. His breath seems to be able to grasp and explode the souls of all living things.
Staring at this knife,
It is as if you can see the huge millstone of the six reincarnations grinding the souls who want to be reincarnated all the time.
It's as if you can see the quiet yellow spring flowing through the endless fragmented world,
The tip of the knife penetrated the eighteenth floor of the ten palaces,
The handle of the knife supports six floating palaces.
The sword of one realm, fixed in the earth dimension.
The illusion flashed by, and Xia Ji tentatively put his spirit into it. He felt that it was extremely smooth, and a feeling that the sword was connected to his blood, soul, and spirit arose spontaneously.
"From now on, you can call me Underworld Sword."
Xia Ji added a word to indicate the new owner.
The knife's light flashed, which was regarded as a reaction, and then a timid child's voice sounded in Xia Ji's mind.
The voice was soft and had a cute and fearful tone.
"Ah, what the fuck~~Why did I change my master?"
However, Xia Ji realized that this was the sword spirit. Before he could speak, the child's voice sounded again, "But my memory is very short and I have forgotten him a long time ago. Don't worry, the new owner."
Xia Ji:…
"The name the master gave me is okay. From now on, the master will call me Xiao Ming. It sounds much better than the previous master who called me Xiao Di."
Xia Ji:…
Xiao Ming said: "Then let's get down to business. Master, who are we going to kill today?"
Xia Ji said in his mind: "Can you see your surroundings?"
Xiao Ming said: "Ah, what the hell~~where is this?"
Immediately, the sword spirit fell into confusion. It realized that there would be no people in this kind of place, and it was difficult to estimate the existence of life.
Xiao Ming suddenly burst into tears, as if he had been bullied and cried aggrievedly: "Ah, what a fool... How can I live when I can't kill others."
Xia Ji ignored it, and after confirming that the knife could be used, he casually inserted it into his waist.
He took out the Dinghaizhu again, but to his surprise, Lu Chan's Dinghaizhu couldn't melt away the spiritual imprint.
After thinking for a moment, he understood the answer.
The Underworld Knife belongs to the ancestor of the Wu family. The death of the ancestor of the Wu family has weakened the spiritual imprint of this knife a lot. Coupled with the ultra-high temperature at the source of the fire tribulation, these two factors led to the change of owner of this kind of boundary-defining magic weapon. But Lu Chan is still alive, so naturally Ding Haizhu cannot change his master.
While he was thinking about it, he had already rounded a hilltop and saw two figures appearing behind the hilltop.
The figure gradually became clear, it looked like a fire demon, crawling on the ground, with extremely dense lava flowing all over the body, and flames convection and jumping between the bodies. This body was three feet tall, and it looked much stronger than the fire demon in the world.
The fire demon's whole body was covered in red flames, except for a dark dark area on its chest.
Xia Ji looked at the dark area and suddenly felt a sense of hunger.
In his mind, Xiao Ming shouted: "At least it is mobile, kill it, kill it."
Xia Ji ignored it. At this time, he was conflicted in his heart, so he slowed down and tried to communicate with the two fire demons.
But the two fire demons seemed unable to communicate. They were driven by instinct and rushed towards Xia Ji.
They ran on the ground, making a muffled sound of heavy metal colliding with metal, forming a sprinting shadow between high-intensity radiation and convection.
Xia Ji shouted several times in the language he used to communicate with Mirage Lord before, but there was still no response.
In an instant, the fire demon had arrived, and the magma palms were grabbing at him from top to bottom.
He raised his hand to block it.
A huge force was transmitted to his body at this time.
He immediately flew to one side.
"This is the power of the eleventh realm, but it is much stronger..." Xia Ji assessed, and he was not surprised. The realm means the attack forms you can use, and it means that the new attack forms are stronger than the past ones.
Just like a random kick from an elephant, the ant cannot match it no matter how hard he tries.
However, what if there are too many ants
Ants can eat elephants.
A bird can slay a dragon.
Snakes also swallow whales.
And this fire demon's ordinary attack is an extremely terrifying power at the Dharmakaya level, just like the concentrated attack of a Confucian general leading thousands of eleven soldiers.
This should be just an ordinary fire demon, right
If the fire demons in the human world were of this level, the human world would have been swept away and wiped out.
His body was in mid-air, pulled by the strong gravity, and fell at a speed dozens of times faster than the human world. However, the other fire demon reacted extremely quickly. In an instant, it jumped up from the ground, grabbing at him with its giant claws of lava. Come.
But Xia Ji took a sharp breath, the fire rings dispersed, the light spots trembled, and a terrifying dragon claw protruded from it, downwards to meet the giant claw.
Bang.
In the dull sound.
The giant lava claw collapsed, and the terrifying dragon claw continued downwards. The magical power, the power of the body, and the power of 436 elephants contained in it directly crushed the fire demon with overwhelming force.
The other fire demon continued to run without fear. Xia Ji waved his right hand, and the Yin and Yang millstone was born in this world of infinite flame convection. Yin and Yang removed the fire demon's attack, and before it made the next move , a long black knife had been inserted into its chest, gouging out the dark shadow area.
Bang.
The shadow area fell to the ground, revealing a black heart-like flame.
As soon as this area disappeared, the fire demon seemed to have lost its power and began to fall softly to the ground. Then it was pressed by high pressure and slowly turned into a layer of slightly wrinkled dust on the ground.
Xia Ji leaned over and grabbed the shadow-like flame, feeling a strong sense of hunger. He didn't eat it immediately, but kept it in his arm, thinking to wait until Liuli asked about the situation.
He walked aimlessly in the world.
Killing more and more fire demons.
And the fire demons also began to kill each other and devour each other, just like they did in the human world.
Time has no meaning at all here.
Because there is no desire for ordinary people to eat, there is no day and night, and there is not even the slightest time to refer to.
However, Xia Ji was still counting the time silently in his mind to remind himself how many years had passed.
When he saw Liuli again, it was more than a hundred years later.
And he had already begun to eat the flame heart, because it would make him stronger and allow him to survive.
The coldest knife,
The hottest world.
His body is no longer human, and he doesn't know what it looks like. It should be no different from those fire monsters.
The difference is that he is holding a black knife, and the black knife changes according to his wishes.
It is he who can use the Dharma, magical power, condense Yin and Yang, fly the knife, and perform seventy-two transformations.
It was because he could still remember the appearance of his late wife who had been with him for nearly five hundred years.
But he is still counting time. He has counted for more than a hundred years and has counted nearly four billion numbers. He will continue to count, as if he is still living in the human world with spring, summer, autumn and winter.
There are no seasons here, only fire.
There is no rest, only killing.
No fatigue, just strength.
After Liuli joined him, they acted together, which made him feel like a partner again.
Liuli only brought two pieces of information.
First, in the past, fire demons would not kill and devour each other, but now they seem to be crazy.
Second, the nine bad omens that exist in the human world are just existences similar to projections. The real nine bad omens still exist in this world, but the strange thing is that the nine bad omens seem to be lifeless, but But it's not something that ordinary fire demons can get close to.
The nine bad omens are: Black Emperor, Mirage Lord, Zhu Rong, Fire King, Mrs. Gou Yi, White Phoenix, Fire Girl, Counter-Entropy Lord, and the Undertaker.
Xia Ji has no choice, perhaps he has never had one.
The only thing he can do is to become stronger and stronger in the current killing. He cannot see the upper limit of his strength, nor can he forget the humiliation when he was imprisoned by one finger. .
People, even if they struggle, they cannot change at all. Even if they try their best, they can only become nightmare monsters. Even if they are aliens walking in another world, they can still not forget their original intentions.
He still remembers his dead wife,
He is still counting the hours,
He still longs to return,
He is never lost.
The anger in his heart had been suppressed for who knows how many years, and the silence turned into ice, driving his arm to swing the knife.
No matter how ridiculous it is, no matter how futile it seems, the action of wielding the knife will not stop for a moment.
My fingertips become prisoners, the ten directions are prisons, and the fire from all directions enters my heart.
The incarnation of fire nightmare, the sword of the underworld, supports the heavenly palace above and determines the earth dimension below.
He walks,
Keep walking,
He brandished his knife,
Keep waving.
This wave is ten armors.
In six hundred years, they have only counted 18,921,600,000 numbers.
Mountains are easy to break, rivers are easy to wither, mountains and rivers are easy to change, but I remain unchanged.
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