The tremor of the earth made Jie Bian's already crumbling body even more difficult to support. His eyes were blurred and swayed. Under the spinning of the sky, he fell to the ground, and the whole world was turned upside down. Familiar things were reconstructed in unfamiliar ways. Out of his field of vision, everything looks so absurd.
But there is nothing more absurd than the truth.
He watched the Donghuang Bell shoot out the grand light, the sacred and ancient bell came from the clouds, one sound, one sound, deep and long, resounding through the three realms, penetrating the heaven and the earth. I believe that at this moment, whether it is a human, a ghost, or a god, they are all shocked by this magnificent divine power, and at the same time feel sincere fear, because this is a game between one ancient divine treasure and another ancient divine treasure, and this game The result of this will determine the life and death of the human and ghost worlds.
On the picture scroll of the Sheji map, the little Donghuang Bell is also shining with golden light, but it just shakes in place. Fan Wuxi's face was flushed red, and veins appeared on his forehead. He roared vigorously, stretched his body fiercely, and released all his spiritual power like a desperate bet. For a moment, the tyranny of the spiritual pressure could almost knock people down.
Xie Bian felt that his heart and lungs were about to be crushed, blood spurted out of his mouth again, his internal organs were in excruciating pain, and his consciousness became more lax.
Finally, a gap was opened in the Donghuang Bell.
If Zhong Kui was still alive, there would be no one or anything in this world that could shake the Donghuang Bell. However, the man has passed away. With enough spiritual power and the power of the map of the country, the ownerless Donghuang Bell was finally controlled by Fan Wuyu. Make, even if only slightly move.
Xie Bian sensed an extremely powerful yin energy coming from the direction of the Eastern Emperor Bell, his face was bloodless, and his pupils were filled with despair.
"Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman, follow my orders, bring it on!" Fan Wuxi shouted.
A black shadow almost couldn't wait to fly out from the gap of the Donghuang Bell, and flew straight to Fan Wuxi's palm.
With a loud bang, the Donghuang Bell fell to the ground again. All this happened in a short time, but the world will never go back to the past.
Fan Wuxi staggered a few steps, but he held the warm jade talisman tightly in his hand. He was gasping for breath, internal injuries, external injuries and almost exhaustion of spiritual power made him also walk on the verge of collapse, but His eyes were shining brightly, as if a hungry beast had finally found its prey.
He took a deep breath, and slowly spread out his trembling hands. In the palm lay a simple military talisman, three inches long, one finger thick, green as jade, and blood as writing.
Looking at the four ancient treasures, the Shennong Ding is as huge as a mountain, the Donghuang Bell can disturb Xiaohan, and the Shanhe Sheji map changes the world at every turn. Only the Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman looks the least ostentatious and inconspicuous, but it is the most sinister and craziest.
The celestial secret talisman flickered, at first it was very faint, and then it became brighter and emitted more and more black death energy. Fan Wuxi's chest heaved violently, his eyes were full of excitement, the red thread covering most of the eyeballs became darker and darker, and finally turned black, like the intertwined roots planted in the ground, every thread conveyed deadly energy. poison.
The majestic and surging Yin Qi detonated like tons of thunder and flint, and blasted in all directions. The remaining power was overwhelming and lingered for a long time. Fan Wuxi was dressed in black clothes, and was enveloped by a thick black death energy. He was like a cloud of mist, gathering all the monsters in the dark world here, with the ambition of devouring the world.
The mass of black death energy was severely restrained, and then diffused, rendering a large area of the sky. In the mist, Fan Wuxi stood on the ground, with the talisman hanging in his palm, his clothes fluttering, and his black hair messed up, but he remained motionless, just looking at the magic weapon in his hand that could give him supernatural power, for a moment, looking up to the sky laugh.
Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman, born!
Demon Lord, born!
He was tortured in hell for a hundred years, he walked through the river of forgetfulness dragged by countless ghosts, he endured humiliation, kept a low profile, spent years of planning, and finally regained his magic weapon, and finally regained the power he longed for! From then on, no one can stop him, and he will grab what he wants again and never let go.
Xie Bian couldn't hold it anymore, and before his eyes appeared the Zongzixiao who was surrounded by black death, and it was Zongzixiao's hatred and the erosion of people's mind by the Heavenly Secret Talisman, which created that cruel and evil demon. . And there is nothing he can do, if he lives a new life, he is just letting everything in the past repeat itself.
If the destiny is like this, why bother to let him go the same way again!
Jie Bian closed his eyes, tears rolled down his pale cheeks, and he fell into the darkness—
Jie Bian felt himself soaked in warmth, which awakened his numb body, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Fan Wuxi's face broke into sight without warning, full of pretense.
Xie Bian suddenly didn't know what night it was, who to take this face for.
But Fan Wuxi didn't give him time to think, he sensed that there was spiritual power pouring into his body to help him heal his injuries, the root of his tongue was sore, he must have been fed a healing elixir. He looked at this face blankly, but he didn't return to his senses for a long time.
Fan Wuxi swept away the weakness not long ago, the yin energy injected into him by the Tianji Talisman made him recover, and his eyes became even colder.
Knowing that Bian opened his eyes, Fan Wuzhen continued to send spiritual power over, and at the same time lowered his head and kissed that smooth forehead.
Just such a slight movement made Xie Bian's body tremble, as if waking up from a dream, and panic, despair and resistance suddenly climbed up in his eyes. The Heavenly Mystery Talisman was born, and the Demon Venerable and the ancient god treasure that once made the entire world of cultivating the immortals dark had really reappeared. He practiced hard for many years, and made a heavy oath in front of Zhong Kui's grave, but in the end he couldn't stop it all.
That look made Fan Wuzhen very displeased, but Xie Bian was seriously injured and his spiritual veins were severely damaged, so he couldn't help regretting and distressed: "Don't be afraid." His tone can be called gentle, but also indifferent enough, " You can't change anything."
Jie Bian opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word, his eyes became more and more hollow.
Fan Wuxi frowned with that expression of grief greater than death: "I have regained the Heavenly Secret Talisman, do you know what this means, it means that not only you, but everyone will be dominated by me, You are no exception, it seems that the destiny is arranged in this way, you are destined to belong to me only."
"... enchantment." Xie Bian murmured.
"Don't worry, the enchantment is still there. If the world is in chaos, who am I going to rule?" Fan Wuyu smoothed Bian's sweaty forehead, "Brother, don't be stupid again, there was a time in the past, You are sober, you know that I keep my word. If you are obedient, I will treat you well."
Picking him up horizontally, Yujian lifted into the air, staring at the distant front with burning eyes, "Cheng Yanzhi's body, it must be in the Wuji Palace."