The Yin soil is stacked on top of each other, the Gang wind is endless, and a blood-brown river rushes from the sky, pouring into the Huangquan that runs through this world, connecting the vacuum hometown that has been assimilated to the underworld and the Luofeng domain into one, full of dreams and illusions In the mist, 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.
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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 creatures in the world was pouring out 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 being like Jiuluan Tianzun. He understood the whole story in an instant and made the choice that was most beneficial to him without hesitation. The ghost claws were poked out from the dark dead peak.
Wherever it passed, the endless wind condensed into snowflakes in the sky, and the desolate soil turned into layers of crystal ice. One by one, the innocent ghosts flew up and fell into their claws, creating death and... The dark and silent whirlpool manifested by 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, crystal clear, and shed a little bit of clear divine light, making the sea of blood disappear layer by layer, making the whirlpool of silence seem to be swept away. The assimilation puts Huangquan, which runs through the two worlds, in a state that is difficult to reach.
Faced with the incident that threatened the connection between Luo Feng's black prison and Vacuum's hometown, Wu Sheng's mother did not hesitate at all. She personally stepped in and took action first.
But this time. The green light swayed in the void, and a vigorous green tree grew out, with mysterious fruits blowing from the branches. Round after round of divine light bloomed, echoing with the endless ringing of bells.
Qinghui slowed down. The roots of the giant tree spread and penetrated into the full moon, and the two fell into a fierce battle.
The Qing Emperor descended the divine power from the Oriental Glazed World
The Pure Land of Bodhi in the Paradise World and the Demon Emperor's Palace in Tushita Palace were both 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. advertise
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 Tianchu ax in the other, following the rushing water waves. Go straight to the sea of blood and ghost claws, one against two, to maintain the connection.
The ground was filled with mist and fragrance. Once the sea of blood 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 and green flames. Got the ghost claw.
Yang Jian suddenly chuckled. The palm that was pressed down shook, and red blisters appeared one after another in the sea of blood, and the blisters swelled. It exploded with a bang, setting off endless explosions one after another, and finally merged into a single 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 the Nine Nethers are deafening. Even the evil gods and demons in the red mountain range can't help but feel dizzy. Their auras are like little sparks. The string formed a prairie fire, destroying less than half of the eighth level of Jiuyou. The red flow at the core seemed to be real, and Qi Zhengyan's eyes suddenly opened. Looking at the place where the explosion came from, there were four bright golden stars between his eyebrows.
More than a hundred years later, and with the blessings of Meng Qi and Yang Jian, he was able to prove the legend and step into the world of 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 immediately, 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 are subtle and his heart is secretly filled with hatred.
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 possesses two peerless magic weapons, but I don’t have any.
Comparing one person to another really makes people angry to death
The Minghai Sword turned into a dim light and returned to the bottom of Jiuyou, back 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 when Meng Qi began to talk to himself inwardly. He raised his head and looked at another level of Jiuyou. His eyes met with Yang Jian's and they nodded slightly.
After cutting off the hand of the Wusheng Mother that reached into the Nine Netherworld, forcing the Black Heaven Emperor to stick to the dojo, he could start to do many things and no longer worry about being spied on by big shots.reads;
Meng Qi closed his eyes, and the beating of his 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 boundary, still guards the lonely grave. In his mind, he will occasionally recall the past events of Middle-earth a hundred 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 with his own eyes his step by step from enlightenment to creation, 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 don’t know what situation Su Xiaoyou is in now. As soon as the thought came to him, the image of Meng Qi from the past appeared in his mind, with his green robe and his approachable smile.
At this moment, the figure of Meng Qi bowed his hands on his own, and his eyes were filled with illusory purple energy.
Mr. Lu Da was thoughtful and looked away 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 survives, 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 Dharmakaya and rank among the Immortal Classes. No matter how difficult it is, we can seek refuge with the Human Emperor, obtain the priesthood, and protect our country.
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 person your grandfather admired and respected most in his 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.
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: I, the old grandson, have come 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 King.
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 way to the supreme inner demon, use this to secretly meet the Demon King Q