Wang Dong's eyes were complicated. As the most mysterious existence of the Yuan Clan, the Abyss was said to be the origin of the Yuan Clan, and it had considerable influence on the entire Dark Continent.
As a result, after clearing away the heavy fog, at the bottom of the black abyss that had been circulating for thousands of years, there was actually just a withered corpse. Such a contrast could not surprise him.
The withered corpse had been dead for who knows how many years, and the clothes it wore were ancient clothes that had not been seen in the mainland for thousands of years. Not only that, there was even two finger-thick layers of dust accumulated on the ground, which was enough to show how old this withered corpse was.
"Hey... there are words on the ground." Wang Dong was surprised. Fortunately, when he fell, the dust around him dispersed, and some handwriting leaked out.
After he cleared a piece of land, he found that the ground was densely covered with words.
"My name is Emperor Yuan. I have been farming for more than 20 years. I accidentally entered the door of cultivation. I became a respected person in one year, established a clan in two years, and became a king in three years. Then I became a saint and became a saint. I have never been able to defeat the emperor in the thirteen states. The only regret in my life. , I have been waiting for thousands of years but I still can’t wait for my old enemy to create a martial spirit.”
Wang Dong's heart trembled, and he quickly cleaned up other words and found that almost all the deeds of the corpse's life were recorded.
When Emperor Yuan grew old, he asked his descendants to search for the martial soul of creation, but he chose to live in seclusion to extend his life, hoping to wait until the battle of his dreams.
"It seems that he waited until death but could not wait for that battle." Wang Dong whispered. He used his Devouring Eyes to examine the dead bones. They had decayed to an indescribable degree, but there were no scars. It was obvious that life had come to an end. Eventually he dies of old age.
He continued to read the words on the ground, and couldn't help but be deeply shocked. This man actually lived for more than two thousand years.
In order to prolong his life, he fell from the imperial realm to the martial arts realm and waited in the abyss for a thousand years, just waiting for the legendary enemy to appear.
"Senior, I'm here, but it's a pity that we are separated by endless time and space." Wang Dong bowed to the corpse, and he admired the corpse in front of him from the bottom of his heart.
He could even imagine that if Emperor Yuan had not spent all his time waiting, it would have been impossible for the Yuan clan to be as weak as it is now. Not to mention unifying the Dark Continent, even the quest to conquer the Thirteen States was still unknown.
Just as Wang Dong was about to stand up, his heart suddenly became vigilant. A chill ran from head to toe, creating an unprecedented sense of crisis.
He tapped his toes and jumped far away, his eyes staring at the dead body full of horror.
The dead corpse actually floated up on its own. It was not resurrected, but a black lotus kept blooming between its eyebrows. The dust on the ground and the stone walls on both sides of the black abyss were all shaking, and they couldn't stop moving toward the black lotus. Go.
"The power of devouring, this is... the devouring martial soul, and it hasn't died yet?" Wang Dong's voice was trembling.
He could feel that the devouring martial soul in front of him only had the power of the martial master level, but he did not dare to despise it at all, because this was a martial master-level martial soul transformed from the emperor soul. Who knows how terrifying it is.
"You... are finally here, let's fight... I have been waiting for so long that I have forgotten whether the time in this world is still passing."
A stream of residual thoughts emanated from the Black Lotus intermittently, as if traveling through time and space to talk to the person in front of him.
Wang Dong's hair stood on end all over his body, and big beads of sweat couldn't stop dripping. He believed that even if the underworld had not been destroyed and the six paths of reincarnation still existed, such strange things would not happen.
How old is the Yuan tribe? Thousands of years, and the person in front of me is the ancestor of the Yuan clan, who has lived for more than two thousand years. In this total of nearly ten thousand years, is it possible that there are still people who can be resurrected immortally
Or is this just his fighting spirit that continues to this day, with the appearance of the Creation Martial Spirit stimulating the final power of the Devouring Martial Spirit
"boom!"
Without warning, the unpredictable power suddenly exploded, but the strange thing is that what you can feel is still the realm of a martial artist, and it has not improved to a higher level.
But it was this realm of martial arts that caused the entire abyss to explode, and the overwhelming force poured down on Wang Donggai.
It's not that the corpse moved, it's just the force emanating from the black pearl lotus between its brows.
Wang Dong had no choice. He had never experienced such a situation, not even when he faced Shao Qian.
His body couldn't move at all, and a little golden figure walked out of his body without him asking. This was the martial soul of creation.
This kind of thing has never happened since he reached the realm of Martial Master. The martial soul of creation was completely under his control, but now after reaching the realm of Martial Master, he walked out without control.
This was completely involuntary, as if everything could only follow the arrangements of the corpse in front of him, and he had no right to choose.
"Okay, since you want to use martial arts to show off, I will accompany you." Wang Dong roared. At this point, it aroused his fighting spirit. Zifu flew out with the martial arts to meet Heilian. , even the Heavenly Sword is nestled in the hand of the golden villain.
The black lotus rotated, as if it had been stimulated, and the devouring power was overwhelming. At the same time, a small human was actually born in the center of the black lotus.
"Uh-huh!"
A pair of eyes suddenly opened, and an unparalleled aura swept out in an instant. The little man on the black lotus raised his hands and feet with an inimitable and unique aura that made people couldn't help but worship him.
"Humph, just pretending."
Wang Dong snorted coldly, roared, and Taotie rushed out of Zi Mansion.
The Creation Martial Spirit holds the Heavenly Sword and rides the Taotie like a tiger down the mountain towards the villain on the black lotus.
He didn't believe that he couldn't even compare to the remnant soul of a person who had been dead for tens of thousands of years.
If we only look at his strength, he may not be considered a very high achievement now, but if you want to fight with him for martial arts, you really have chosen the wrong person.
The created martial soul was born as a heavenly being. It has always been an emperor-like existence among martial souls. When had it ever been so despised
"boom!"
The two martial spirits collided together, and the abyss sank to the bottom and exploded.
Endless devouring power surged out, and Wang Dong fully unleashed the ability of the Creation Martial Spirit. He not only used Taotie's devouring power to imitate the anti-devouring power, but also transformed the Creation Martial Spirit into thousands of attributes. Constant penetration.
After the martial spirits reached a certain level, the battle between them should have started invisible and disappeared. However, when the two heaven-level martial spirits had an unprecedented collision across time and space, everything returned to its original state, just like before. It was the same as when Wang Dong used Zifu for the first time in the dark secret realm.
"Boom!"
Deep in the Yuan Clan, Zi Yi, Dao Hun and others frowned and waited anxiously. They felt an extremely unusual pressure and wanted to go down several times to see what happened, but the situation in Hei Yuan is completely different now.
Even with the strength of Ziyi and Daohun, they can't get close together. It's not that their strength is not strong enough, but that the martial soul can't hold it. There seems to be an invisible emperor-like pressure under this abyss that easily overwhelms them. Exclusion.
This feeling couldn't help but make Zi Yi and Dao Hun look at each other. Zi Yi was fine. Even though she had awakened the power of nearly three adults, Wu Hun showed no sign of waking up. This caused her to still not understand herself. What level is your martial spirit
But the sword spirit is different. He is a sword saint. He reached this point with a low-level yellow-level martial spirit and developed an extremely tenacious martial spirit. No matter what level of martial spirit, it is impossible to suppress him now.
But today, he felt the same feeling again, the pressure from the high-level martial spirit. This feeling had not happened for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
"What happened?" Daohun frowned, not feeling very good.
"Huh?" Suddenly, Zi Yi frowned, then his face changed drastically, and he yelled at the people around him, "Back away, the ground is going to explode."
"Boom!"
The earth cracked and the sky collapsed. Before Zi Yi's voice fell, not only the abyss, but also half of the Abyss clan exploded, and the ground collapsed.
Two dazzling lights entangled together, making the sky and the earth dark.
A jet as black as ink passed by like a continuous tornado. Once it was contaminated, nothing could escape. Four or five Martial Lords were swept in almost instantly, and they didn't even have time to scream. It turned into a rain of blood and scattered down.
On the other side is a golden luster. Different from the black luster, it is almost the exact opposite. Like the source of all things, it is mixed with countless attributes and constantly collides with the black luster.
Everyone present was an elite who had experienced hundreds of battles. They fled several miles away almost immediately, and their eyes widened in horror.
It's not for any other reason, but almost everyone feels that all their strength has been suppressed, and the martial souls in their bodies want to kneel down and worship as if they have seen the emperor.
"How could this happen... Even a heaven-level martial spirit can't make me surrender with just pressure." Someone fell down in the void.
This was a martial arts sect who was hiding in the dark to watch the battle between Tingyulou and the Yuan clan. However, he was exposed at this time, and his martial soul lost stability, making him unable to perfectly control his power.
"Pfft... help, I feel like my martial spirit is going to explode."
Some people were vomiting blood, their faces full of panic, and they could not withstand the pressure of the martial arts from high in the sky. Such pressure was beyond his imagination.
At this time, the only ones present who were able to get along were Zi Yi and Dao Hun. Their martial souls were not weak to begin with, and even if they were not awakened, they would still react in a subconscious manner.
The sword soul itself is a martial soul. After all, the two of them had reached a very high level. Out of an instinct, the martial soul adjusted itself and was no longer affected by the terrifying pressure in the sky.
However, the expressions of Ziyi and Daohun did not relax because they had already recognized what kind of existence was fighting Wang Dong.
"That's a good fortune martial soul, a good fortune martial soul that once reached the imperial realm." Zi Yi's eyes were venomous, and he recognized it at a glance, and got to the bottom of it.
At this time, even the sword soul couldn't calm down anymore. The sword soul was only one step away from the emperor realm, but it failed in the end. He knew what this realm represented.
The word "emperor" is like a mountain, which is almost an endorsement of invincibility. Wang Dong unexpectedly encountered such an opponent.
"Fortunately, only the realm of martial arts masters can be used to swallow martial souls." After seeing the battlefield situation clearly, Daohun breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still extremely nervous.
Because he could see that Wang Dong had already used the power of the Wuzong realm, but was still suppressed.
This is the suppression of art and Tao. An emperor in the imperial realm can destroy the world even if he only uses the strength of a martial artist. He was once only one step away, and he fully understands this.
"Wang Dong, if you can't transcend yourself, you will definitely lose today." Daohun shouted.
The king in the sky was moving and the sky was dark and the earth was dark. He didn't know what the sword soul said, but it was not easy.
He now feels aggrieved as never before. It is clear that his strength is ten times and a hundred times more powerful than the weak Devouring Spirit, but every time he strikes with all his strength, the opposite Spirit only uses a trace of Devouring Spirit. His power was easily resolved, otherwise it would completely swallow up his power and make it his own.
In short, now he is getting weaker and weaker as he fights, while Devouring Martial Soul becomes stronger and stronger as he fights, as if he is truly recovering.
Such a terrifying battle of heaven-level spirits has already alarmed all the major forces in the Dark Continent, and there are adult-level forces that span half of the continent to spy on this battle.
Similarly, the true identity of the Yuan Clan also shocked countless people. They finally understood why the Yuan Clan had always been arrogant and looked down on anyone from any clan.
"Oh my god, what did I see today? The Yuan Clan was actually the Imperial Clan, but it was destroyed today."
"How strong is Tingyulou, that someone is actually fighting a remnant soul of the Emperor Realm?"
"Could he be the old owner of Tingyu Tower?"
Countless voices of doubt and exclamation arose. Wang Dong rarely used his martial soul so completely, so except for a few people closest to him, even the six major martial arts sects were not able to recognize him at first, let alone these outsiders.
The battle of Wuhun is rare in the world, because Wuben is relatively the source of power, but it is not the peak combat power of a person. Unless it is absolutely necessary, there is no way to compensate for one's weaknesses. After all, only the combination of Wuhun Zifu and oneself can be exerted. Show the strongest combat power.
"laugh!"
Like a meteor streaking across the sky, the battle in the sky reached a critical moment, and all sounds suddenly disappeared.
On one side, an ancient palace rises and falls in the sky, just like the heaven in ancient legends. Wang Dong controls the spirit of creation, steps on the gluttonous ferocious beast, and holds the heavenly sword, standing on the top of the Forbidden City.
On the other side, black lotuses are blooming, all over the sky and everywhere, swallowing the martial souls and growing lotuses step by step.
The two of them were clearly at their peak, but both space and time seemed to have stopped.
"Zheng!!"
"Crack..."
The harsh metallic sound pierced the sky, and the continuous thunder was overwhelming, pouring down like a waterfall, demonstrating what it means to be a real Milky Way Luo Jiutian.
Wang Dong wielded his strongest sword. Under tremendous pressure and the test of life and death, this sword was almost ten years ahead of schedule.
No name is needed, and no formula is needed. This is a casual knife, but it is the essence of the knife.
At the same time, thousands of lotus flowers in the sky suddenly shrank and turned into a black spot, and finally disappeared completely. The next moment, the space was distorted, time and space were chaotic, and scenes of ancient paintings passed quickly.
(End of chapter)