Become a legend in Hong Kong

The spiritual vein energy entered the body, and the clone immediately let out a sigh. The spiritual veins dormant underground in Tokyo were much stronger than he imagined, both in terms of quality and scale.

That is to say, this thing is of great importance, and even a slight modification will affect the morale of a country. The monks looked at it with envy, and they only dared to use it to take advantage of the situation, but did not dare to use it for their own purposes, otherwise they would have been dug out and refined long ago.

"Having said that, this is not the reason why Hell can use the earth's spiritual veins casually. Can't your resistance be more intense?"

The clone once again complained about the earth. If he were the earth, he would definitely drain the spiritual veins directly at this time and never let hell taste any sweetness.

Suddenly, he thought of another possibility.

Perhaps, the earth's invasion of hell is just like her feeble struggle, showing off on the surface but still happy on the inside.

Regardless of whether humans are the cancer of the earth, the end of the Dharma era is unquestionable. As time goes by, the power that the earth can bear is getting weaker and weaker.

If the earth wants to make changes, delay or even reverse this situation, it can only find another way.

It is a good choice to absorb hell. Hell creatures have their own supernatural power. After multiplying, the pyramid built by a large population base will have an advantage over humans. The earth will also feed back, delaying its own decline, and it is not impossible to upgrade to a higher level.

The idea was too crazy, so the clone decisively stopped it, believing that Mother Earth was kind. Even though the treacherous son thought about boiling water all day long, maternal love remained the same.

Without saying much, the clone frantically extracted the energy from his spiritual veins. Miko Asama came behind him and looked at this scene, with anxiety and heartache flashing in her eyes. She hesitated to speak, but finally did not say anything.

Miko Asama could see clearly what the situation was. She had no reason to stop it and could only pray for God's blessing.

But when I prayed and prayed, I found that the god was right in front of me, the one who drew the spiritual pulse.

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After a while, the clone burped and was unable to withstand more spiritual power. He turned around and said, "I can't do it anymore. The gate of hell is too good at sucking. I can't hold on anymore."

Asama was dumbfounded, and the worst result happened.

"The opening of the gate of hell is unstoppable. I am not a combatant. Self-preservation is the limit. If you don't want to die, run for your life while there is still a chance!" said the clone.

"Sir, after the door to hell is opened, is it possible for it to close again?" Qianjian looked anxious and just wanted to get a near-miss answer from the clone.

The clone shook his head: "Unfortunately, this is a collision of two worlds. It is not an ordinary door opening and closing. The door to hell cannot be closed before the next total solar eclipse."

"How could this happen..." Asama fell to the ground, her eyes instantly losing their luster.

"Let's go quickly. I will try to delay for a while before the main body arrives." The clone said, and the Yin and Yang Qi diagram held up by one hand expanded rapidly to cover the entire lightning strike area, ensuring that the escape would not be struck by lightning.

Isayama Huangquan ran away quickly and conveyed the situation to his father. The members of the Exorcist Family Alliance were also very straightforward and left...

Ahem, in Neon, this kind of failure of being forced to march without tactical guidance is not called failure. The professional term is tactical transition.

Of course, there are some who are not afraid of death and remain.

For example, Tsuchimiya Gaara, just like when he entrusted the exorcist family alliance to Isayama Naraku, chose to live and die on the front line, it is the same this time.

Except for him and a few old and powerful exorcists, the rest were a group of passionate young people, including Kuro Naganao and Shirogane from the Isayama family, Tsuchimiya Kagura holding a black sword, and passerby ABC.

Isayama Huangquan stayed because her clone was still there. She believed that Liao Wenjie could prevent the disaster and everything was hopeful.

Tsuchimiya Kagura's idea is much simpler. Wherever her father and Jiyou are, she will be there without having to think too much.

Isayama Mei is even simpler. There are rumors from the family alliance that this disaster is definitely related to her, so she has nowhere to go but to stay.

"High school students and the elderly have your neon local characteristics, but..."

The clone's whole body was in bad shape: "Again, I'm not a clone used for fighting. If you stay, you will only reduce my already low combat effectiveness."

"Mr. Kurosaki, this is the headquarters of the Exorcist Family Alliance. If we retreat without fighting here, where can we continue to fight?"

Tsuchiya Gaara said solemnly: "Maybe our strength is not worth mentioning in your eyes, but there is no doubt about the belief in guarding our homeland. This is our belief and our destiny."

All the exorcists nodded, united and expressed that I was the same. The old men were very practical and knew that they could not defend this place and they would not be able to escape no matter how far they were. It was better to try with their own bodies that were about to decay.

"So, this is the reason why you stay and delay?"

The clone didn't give any face, and waved away the flies in disgust: "Get out of here, I'm a realist, I don't believe what you say, if it doesn't work, it won't work, and it's useless to have a loud voice."

Just as he was talking, the clouds and lightning strikes suddenly stopped, the roar suddenly stopped, and turned silent in an instant.

"Okay, it's too late to leave now."

The clone looked at the huge black hole that stopped extracting the power of spiritual veins and quickly expanded to a diameter of a hundred meters. The chains used for sealing were broken at all, and the scattered white light spots were completely absorbed by the darkness and swallowed up in one gulp.

Soon, a huge bronze stone door appeared, towering across the darkness.

On the stone door, numerous sealing incantations were clearly visible, and a huge swastika was engraved in the center. But as the door to hell was completely opened, the bronze door shattered, and the extremely rich darkness rushed down, and everything Horses galloping across the border.

"I want to get angry without even showing my face. This is not hell. I can't tolerate your bad temper."

The avatar holds up the Yin and Yang diagram with both hands, and the black and white Pisces swim between them, as if they are connected to the heaven, earth, universe, time and space, and everything in the world is included in it.

The two colors of yin and yang rolled up a hurricane, isolating the world and forming an independent space, sweeping all the endless darkness into it. As the clone pushed out with both hands, a chaotic color flowed backwards, spreading along the gate of hell.

Rumble————

The darkness was shaking non-stop, and the sound of continuous wailing just rose up and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The next second, eight rays of golden light penetrated the darkness, followed by a brilliant rain of light, like eight burning stars, hitting the Yin and Yang Qi diagram and shattering it in one fell swoop.

boom! boom! boom---

Eight golden round stones fell to the ground, crushing the courtyard, digging through the mountain rock, sending shock waves and shaking the gentle hillside.

The clone's face alternated between black and white, looking into the depths of the darkness, his eyesight was unprecedentedly serious.

Deep in the darkness, a pair of purple eyes opened, like a king looking down at his territory, with three parts of pride, five parts of indifference, and two parts of disdain and anger.

It's very fan-shaped.

This is the look God should have!

The clone sighed repeatedly, his real body was too obscene, his eyes would light up only when he looked at a girl, and he would rub his hands together.

Under the sight, the pressure of the King of Hell was overwhelming. Except for the clone, which was still able to survive this momentum, the group of hindrances all froze in place.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, his energy was drained out of him in an instant, and he couldn't even fall down.

The clone stepped forward, and the red sword light rose into the sky, cutting through the boundless power and blocking the front of everyone.

"In the land of immortals, there are no powerful people like you in the world. Whose reincarnation are you?" The sound of the sound vibrated and rolled down through the darkness, making the clone feel overwhelmed.

Originally, he thought that after absorbing the power of spiritual veins, he could delay it for a while in a reasonable way.

Now it seems that he can only listen to the other party's reasoning.

Fortunately, it's not a big problem, and he can always talk about fresh water time.

"It's not someone else's reincarnation. I practiced it myself. I'm ashamed to say that it only took me one year to cultivate from a mortal to a land god." The clone threw out the tricks and waited quietly for the King of Hell to join the chat room.

"It's shameless to speak loudly. Mortals have no such possibility."

The King of Hell said coldly: "My name is Huanxi Tian. Let me ask you again, land gods below, which god are you reincarnated?"

"No one!"

The clone replied simply and neatly.

Deep in the darkness, the King of Hell was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter whether it is yes or no. The tombstone without words is enough, but what qualifications does your clone have to stop me and let your true self come out? In this world, he is the only one who can You are qualified to meet me face to face.”

After saying this, the purple eyes faded away, and the King of Hell was speechless.

As he said, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with his clone, and he didn't want to lower his status to attack the clone, release his divine power, and stabilize the gate of hell with rich darkness.

Seeing this, the clone was anxious but could do nothing. At this moment, the eight golden boulders thrown by the King of Hell shattered. The bald monks jumped out one by one and landed in the yard one by one, trapping everyone in an encirclement. live.

The clones can see through the reality at a glance. Unlike the poor version of the monks before, these eight have obviously spent a lot of money on herbal medicine. Not only are all the diamonds indestructible, but the corpse refining techniques are also special, and the blood evil spirit has penetrated into the bones, which is very...

repair!

The clone pursed his lips. If the predictions were correct, these eight monks must have been refining the corpse first and then soaked in the blood pool to have such a strong evil spirit.

Thinking about it this way, the blood pools that the main body hit before were most likely from hell.

If this statement is true, then the relationship between hell and the earth is worthy of further study. Perhaps the earth's resistance is not fierce at all because hell was originally a part of it and was sealed into an independent space by the Peacock King.

If you are more courageous, because too many parts have been eliminated, the earth has collapsed and ushered in the Age of Ending Dharma.

"Why are you still standing there? It's time for you to show off. Aren't you going to defend your home? Come on!"

The clones urged the exorcists who were standing dryly on the spot, regardless of their ugly faces, and continued: "Remember to pour more water, fight slower, and don't kill the enemy instantly. The King of Hell is quite proud, as long as the monks can persist in their true form Come here, and the King of Hell will not take action first.”

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There is a huge disparity in combat power. No matter how you look at it, they can only persist in the rhythm of letting the other side let go.

"Unblocking the Food Spirit·Bai Rui!"

The sealing spell behind Tsuchimiya Gaara spread out, summoning a huge two-headed white wolf with a total of ten red eyes on the two heads. As soon as he appeared, he stared at the clone, waiting for his order.

Tsuchimiya Gaara: "..."

He groaned and almost lost his breath. He dragged the soul chain connecting himself and Bai Rui with both hands and drove it towards a bald monk.

"Ho ho ho!!"

Seeing that the clone had no objection, Bai Rui decisively followed Tsuchimiya Gagaku's command. Two huge wolf heads were raised, sound waves roared, and the monk directly in front was knocked away.

As soon as the war started, several elders from the exorcist family immediately used ingenious coordinated tactics to help Tsuchimiya Araku defend against the enemy, without even looking sideways or even looking at the other monks.

The young people lost their shamelessness and formed a team to beat up another monk. Isayama Yomi summoned the spiritual beast Ran Hongren to act as the main force, and then watched helplessly as Ran Hongren was slapped back to his feet by the monk.

The fighting power was so different that even a single monk might not be able to defeat a single monk if they were tied together. What's more, there were as many as eight in the audience, and it didn't take long for them to be in danger.

The clone stared into the darkness the whole time, distractedly paying attention to the battle here, and occasionally throwing out a red sword light to save the situation. The main body of the secret channel changed the sword correctly. If Tsuchimiya Kagura had not been blocked by the three blacks, the Tsuchimiya family would definitely have lost their white hair. Send people.

boom!

A black shadow came from behind, and the clone struck out with a backhand, and collided with the fist of the bald man who did not abide by martial arts.

Washed away by the impact, the red light surged for a moment, bursting out with extremely tyrannical power. The monk couldn't hold on for a second. Half of his body turned into pieces of flesh and blood, and the other half fell down weak and boneless.

After a successful blow, the clone frowned and glanced at the monk's body. It felt familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere...

Ghost King Da? !

Maybe, the clone thought for a while and stopped paying attention. He focused all his attention on the King of Hell. If he compared his heart to the villain BOSS, he must be talking about disdain and secretly waiting for an opportunity to stab the underworld knife.

"Those who come, fight, fight, are all..."

Among the dark clouds high in the sky, there were shouts and shouts, and a young man in a monk's robe roared down. I saw him superimposing seals with his hands, triggering the power of lightning strikes, and after landing, the lightning scattered and knocked all the monks in the field away.

Peacock.

"???"

A series of question marks floated across the clone's forehead. When did the peacock become so fierce? This is unreasonable!

Is this what is called the fate of those who are destined to be robbed?

Following the peacock was a red sword, which broke through the dark clouds and embedded itself in the ground with a heavy blow.

When the red light spots dissipated, the two clones faced each other.

"What's going on? Is that peacock cheating or has it awakened?"

"Combined technique!"

The clone that had just fallen down triumphantly kicked the corpse lying beside him: "The two of them have different personalities and can't figure out how to fit together. I'm thinking that the power of the Peacock King is hidden in both of their bodies. It can't be physical bodies. Maybe in terms of soul, I took out Kong Qie’s soul and stuffed it into the peacock’s body.”

"Niubi, you are really a little genius!"

"You are no better than each other."

"This is a hollow cutter, why don't you stuff it into his body?"

"When things came to a head, this guy said he still had worldly desires and didn't want to fight or kill, lest he hurt his body."

"reality!"

The two clones whispered to each other, and the peacock rushed into the group of monks. His punches and palms were extremely powerful, fully demonstrating the principle that one plus one is greater than two, and the monks were killed in a matter of seconds.

"Can this monk do it? If he plays like this, the King of Hell should end himself."

"It should be no problem. After all, we have the power of King Peacock. Speaking of which, what is your situation..."

The clone that had just landed looked confused and raised his hand to poke the other side: "Everyone is a clone. Why is the energy in your body so full that it is almost overflowing?"

"It's spiritual veins. Just now the gate of hell..."

"Tsk, I'll share half of it when we meet. We all come together as one body, and I also share in the energy."

"Stop doing this, I don't even know you!"

Due to the uneven distribution of the spoils, the two clones started fighting on the spot, trying to attract the attention of the King of Hell in this way. The clone of the land god was so stupid that after passing this village, there would be no such palace.

However, it was of no use. The King of Hell didn't even look at them. Since the peacock appeared, his purple eyes reopened and his anger level gradually soared.

The majestic pressure increased, and the peacock roared and shook it away. He eliminated the last monk and watched the darkness and the King of Hell silently confront each other in the distance.

"Peacock King Ming..."

The waves of darkness rolled in, and a huge body could be vaguely seen moving towards them.

At this moment, a cluster of red light rose from the depths of hell, first a little, and then quickly spread to cover the sky and the sun. It was so strong that it suppressed the darkness and was clearly visible even outside the gate of hell.

The King of Hell remained silent, ignoring the red light passing by at high speed.

boom! ! !

The hundred-meter giant sword was thrust straight into the ground, and the murderous intent spread along the red blush.

Blood light reaches the sky, and evil spirits permeate the sky.

A crimson figure stood at the top of the mountain. His body swayed and the blood on his limbs was shaken off, revealing his true appearance.

"Awaited."

Liao Wenjie looked directly into the darkness, lifted the ghost concubine's head with one hand, and smiled harmlessly at the corner of his mouth: "I picked it up on the road. I thought you knew her, so I brought it here."

Boom! !

The light of darkness swallows thousands of miles, mixed with the energy of an endless ocean, looking down at all living beings, tearing apart the space and rolling down.

The red light rises straight up, like a waterfall and like light, and suddenly divides the vast ocean into two.

A collision caused the heaven and earth to shake!