Celestial being

Ancestor Binglan looked distressed and quickly flew forward to catch the translucent crystal ball.

He was shocked and angry to find that a deep black mark was cut out on the crystal ball.

This round bead is his natal Taoist treasure, the Nine Cold Ice Bead, and it is his most important treasure at the bottom of the box. It was unexpectedly scratched so deeply with just one blow.

What kind of spiritual treasure is the black sword that has such power?

Before Ancestor Binglan could investigate carefully, another change occurred.

A hole suddenly tore open in the void behind him, and a long knife with a dark green glow appeared without warning.

The long knife slashed towards the back of Ancestor Binglan's neck, the speed was staggering.

This blow was so sudden that by the time Patriarch Binglan reacted, his figure had suddenly become insubstantial and turned into pieces of ice crystal snowflakes that dissipated.

The dark green long knife had already passed over his shoulder, and the blade's light rolled up a piece of bloody cloth that had no time to turn into ice crystals.

Then, the dark green long knife shrank into the void again and disappeared.

When the knife appeared again, it was already several hundred feet away.

A figure shrouded in black shadow appeared next to the long knife. He was holding a miniature altar the size of a dinner plate and was putting the piece of bloody cloth into the altar.

The altar was made of ink, with a round top and a bottom covered with strange and ancient runes. It was the legendary cursed altar.

One palm of the black figure covered the altar like an abyss. The fingers were spread out and the veins on the back of the hand were bulging like small winding snakes.

In the palm of his hand, an evil dark red pattern gradually emerged.

He recited a string of obscure incantations quickly, as if communicating with some unknown power.

As the spell was recited, the patterns on the curse altar seemed to come alive, tearing the skin on the man's palm.

The dark red blood dripped slowly, seeping into the groove-shaped sacrificial blood pool in the center of the altar, soaking the piece of cloth.

At this moment, a cluster of blood-red flames suddenly shot up in the blood pool, burning fiercely, quickly burning the piece of clothing into ashes.

Immediately afterwards, a small blood-colored man only the size of a palm appeared in the altar. Except for being smaller, his body and appearance were exactly the same as the Binglan Ancestor. Even the shocked expression at this moment was exactly the same.

When Ancestor Binglan saw this in the distance, his face instantly turned extremely ugly, and he lost his voice and said: "The Blood Soul Curse of Ten Thousand Tribulations! It's you!"

The black figure Jie Jie smiled strangely, as if he had heard something ridiculous: "Jie Jie, I didn't expect that I haven't been to Izumo Realm for thousands of years. I am really honored that fellow Taoist Binglan still remembers me! As a meeting gift, let me first let you know Let’s get the atmosphere heated!”

As he finished speaking, he pointed at the little bloody man. His finger was instantly swallowed up by an invisible force, exploded, and turned into a ball of blood flames that wrapped around the little bloody man.

At the same time, wisps of black smoke began to appear from all over the body of Ancestor Binglan. Although no open flames could be seen, the burning sensation was real.

Ancestor Binglan's eyes twitched, obviously suffering a lot of pain.

He immediately raised his hand and waved, and a piece of icy light enveloped his body, sweeping from top to bottom, trying to extinguish the invisible flame.

However, the flame seemed to be connected to heaven and earth and could not be extinguished no matter what.

Just as Binglan Ancestor continued to use his methods to eliminate the burning pain, the black figure took action again and stabbed towards the blood pool in the center of the curse altar.

Ancestor Binglan's expression changed drastically and he disappeared out of thin air, and the next moment he appeared above the black figure.

The black figure and the evil curse altar also disappeared at the same time, flashing hundreds of feet away, and reached into the blood pool again.

"Click!" There was a crisp sound, and the two fingers of the black figure exploded in the blood pool, turning into a sharp bloody light and piercing the chest of the bloody villain.

Almost at the same time, Ancestor Binglan's chest suddenly swelled, and with a loud "bang", a large amount of blood mist exploded.

Ancestor Binglan let out a painful groan and stumbled uncontrollably.

At this moment, a dense sound of flapping wings suddenly sounded from behind him, and Su Wu's figure emerged like a ghost, holding the long black sword in his hand, and slashed towards the Binglan Ancestor. .

A jet of black sword light burst out, opened a huge hole in the void, and slashed down towards the Binglan Ancestor.

Ancestor Binglan didn't have time to transform into ice crystals, so he hurriedly dodged and barely avoided the vital point, but one of his arms was chopped off by the black sword light.

Seeing this, the black figure flew over and reached out to grab the half-severed arm of the ancestor Binglan.

However, before it could touch it, the half-cut arm had already turned into ice crystals and shattered inch by inch.

Ancestor Binglan held up the Nine Cold Ice Beads with one hand, his expression extremely indifferent, and shouted coldly like a prophecy in his mouth: "The world will be frozen!"

At the same time as the words sounded, the Nine Cold Ice Beads bloomed with a light that was a hundred times stronger than before, and the extremely dense blue light suddenly burst out, covering an area of ​​thousands of miles in almost an instant.

The moment the blue light blooms, the territory of thousands of miles is frozen in an instant!

Baidi City collapsed into ruins, and a vast wasteland stood outside the city.

Above the wasteland, thousands of hectares of mountains and forests are rolling, with animals galloping in the forest and birds soaring in the sky.

At this moment, the movements of all creatures seemed to be frozen in time, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth solidified instantly.

The mountains, forests, animals, birds, and even the entire wilderness were completely frozen in this instant, turning into crystal clear ice sculptures, lifeless, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Su Wu and the black figure were not spared. They were covered by the sudden ice and turned into two motionless ice sculptures.

The evil curse altar, which originally exuded a strange aura, was also frozen by the thick ice and turned into a huge ice block, standing quietly on the wasteland.

However, black mist kept rolling out of Su Wu's body, and the ice seemed to be swallowed up by a mysterious force and gradually melted away.

And the whole body of the black figure was burning with blazing bloody flames. The flames were hot and strange, and they quickly melted the extremely cold ice crystals covering the body.

Where Patriarch Binglan's arm was broken, a new arm grew out with a flash of inspiration.

His eyes flashed with cold light, and he shook his hand in the direction of Su Wu and the black figure.

With two loud "bang bang" sounds, the void seemed to be shaking.

The ice crystals around Su Wu and the black figure exploded under this force, turning into crystal powder flying all over the sky.

The two people wrapped in the crystal powder also turned into powder under the force and disappeared into the air.

Under the reflection of the sun, the crystal powder reflects brilliant annular rainbows, like a wonderful picture between heaven and earth.

However, the ice block where the evil curse altar was located did not burst.

Ancestor Binglan raised his hand to grasp it, and a strong suction force came out from his palm, sucking the ice cube together with the altar inside it.

At this moment, a huge bloody hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed at the Altar of Evil Curse.

Ancestor Binglan sneered, transformed into a ghostly figure, and instantly appeared in front of the evil curse altar. With a wave of his sleeves, he collected the altar and the ice cubes outside into his sleeves.

With his other hand, he shot dozens of blue ice picks, each one exuding a biting chill, and the huge blood-colored palm was riddled with holes, like a sieve.

The bloody giant palm shattered under the bombardment of the ice cone, turning into a diffuse bloody light.

The scattered blood light did not disappear, but was pulled by a unique force and continued to gather and condense towards the center. Gradually, these bloody lights reassembled a humanoid body that was not very solid.

Before the humanoid body could completely solidify, a black robe floated down from the void and enveloped his body, completely covering it up.

On the other side, wisps of black fog slowly emerged from the void, converging towards a certain place.

This black mist seemed to have spirituality, and it condensed into Su Wu's figure in the blink of an eye.

He stood on the wasteland and looked at Ancestor Binglan with cold eyes.

"Why should the majestic Demon Lord of Samsara in the Demon Realm come to my Izumo Realm to hide his head and tail like this?" Ancestor Binglan did not continue to take action, but looked at the black figure with slightly narrowed eyes, and there was a trace of emotion in his tone. Disdain and ridicule.

Hearing this, the figure in black robe let out a weird laugh. He raised his hand and waved, and the black robe covering him dispersed like smoke, revealing his true appearance.

This man was tall and burly, his whole body covered with scarlet scars, like a thrilling picture.

Under the moonlight, these scars emitted a strange light, as if recording his bloody battles.

"Fellow Daoist Binglan is really insightful. I just used some tricks and you found out my identity." The Demon Lord of Samsara held the knife in both hands and his voice was rough and low.

Ancestor Binglan looked him up and down, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes: "It turns out to be just a reincarnation clone. No wonder his magical powers are limited."

"Although you have taken away the Evil Curse Altar, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood Soul Curse that has just been placed on you has not yet been lifted. Do you think that delaying time can suppress the curse in your body? It is a waste of effort. If the Ten Thousand Tribulations Blood Soul Curse is so easy Solve it, and the Black Emperor will not fall." The Samsara Demon Lord did not care about the sarcasm of the Binglan Ancestor, but smiled lightly.

Ancestor Binglan frowned slightly, and a layer of faint blue light suddenly appeared on his body. This blue light quickly penetrated into his body like running water, trying to resolve the invisible curse.

A smile appeared on Samsara Demon Lord's lips, but he did not attack Patriarch Binglan. He raised his hand and pressed down.

A thick bloody light shot out from his palm, and the bloody light sank into the ground like a giant dragon.

Within a few breaths, human figures flashed in the bloody light, and all the monsters from the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom and the Great Sun Glass Flame emerged.

The ice crystals on these monsters have disappeared without a trace, and they are all intact. It seems that all the damage they suffered previously has been recovered.

"Your Six Paths of Reincarnation is becoming more and more powerful. Not only can you use it on yourself, you can also cause others to reincarnate. It seems that it won't take long to break through the Mahayana stage." Ancestor Binglan said.

The Demon Lord of Samsara dispersed the blood light on his hand and did not respond.