Sword Dao Alchemy

The scene outside Tongtian Hall surprised Lin Yun.

I saw the remaining temples and sacred mountains around them... began to crumble and collapse.

And the power contained in it is either concentrated towards the Tongtian Palace or drained outwards.

It won't be long before this dilapidated heavenly palace will completely turn into a dead ruin.

But Yao Mo and others did not show excessive fear about all this.

They all focused their attention on Lin Yun.

As long as Lin Yun gets the core of the teleportation formation.

It doesn't matter if this habitat is destroyed.

They don't want to stay here anyway.

"Senior Brother Lin... so fast..."

"Did you get your stuff?"

Yao Mo asked urgently.

Lin Yun came out of it in just ten days, which gave him enough confidence.

The shorter the time, the stronger Lin Yun is and the greater the chance of success.

"Is it this one?"

Lin Yun took out the two crystals.

The surrounding power rushed toward the two crystals crazily.

Space is distorted and becomes illusory.

"Exactly...Senior Brother Lin, put it away quickly..."

Yao Mo shouted in surprise.

Lin Yun put away the two crystals.

"Senior Brother Lin... let's go there now..."

"When we get there... we will definitely have a battle with them..."

Yao Mo urged.

"good!"

"As for the war...I don't care..."

Lin Yun smiled lightly.

Yao Mo's eyes trembled slightly, but he was helpless.

For Lin Yun and Zhimeng, it's the same with whoever they cooperate with.

"I just hope... that Senior Brother Lin will not help them when the time comes."

Yao Mo said sadly.

"This is acceptable……"

"Of course... maybe I will help you too..."

"After all... they owe me something..."

Lin Yun sneered.

I came to the world of swallowing spirits and had been sneaking around for a long time.

These accounts can naturally only be recorded on Cang Lan.

"That's it... Yao Mo thanks you in advance."

Yao Mo bowed to Lin Yun.

It's still the same artifact it came from.

Lin Yun and Zhimeng sat on it, surrounded by Yao Mo and other fallen dark tribes, and flew towards the sealed land.

…

At this time, the world of swallowing spirits was in chaos.

There are constant wars everywhere, and many forces compete with each other to redefine the spheres of influence in this broken world.

The boundless war has devastated countless lives and turned the whole world into a hell.

But in the center of the broken Devouring World, it seemed calm.

Although black clouds are surging here and the earth is cracking.

There were blazing fires spurting out everywhere, rising straight into the sky.

Accompanied by roaring thunder and lightning and roaring storm.

Let this core place also show a scene of destruction.

But here... there wasn't any big battle happening.

The highest level of the spirit-swallowing world that once gathered here seemed to have disappeared.

There are no living things here.

Only Yao Mo, Lin Yun, and Zhi Meng led more than a thousand strong men from the fallen Dark Tribe through the earth, fire, thunder and lightning, approaching the sealed land.

But the calmer it is, the more unusual it seems.

Everyone understands.

When they saw the hidden senior leaders of the Spirit-Devouring Clan, then... it was a matter of life and death.

…

The sealed place is a huge hole in the earth.

There is a huge mountain suspended above the hollow.

It is the defining mountain of the world of swallowing spirits.

The stability of the entire Spirit Swallowing World is maintained on this mountain peak.

Now the Dingjie Mountain is shaking violently.

Naturally, the entire world of swallowing spirits was also in chaos, which affected the minds of the creatures living in it, and wars broke out everywhere.

The hollow beneath Dingjie Mountain is bottomless and deep.

Directly into the void outside.

In the darkness, there is a world stone.

The sutra stone is sealed within it.

The entire world of swallowing spirits is built around that piece of world stone.

After the World Stone, there is endless void, and there is a Tongtian Palace not far away.

The teleportation array inside reaches directly to the Shenhuang Continent.

Lin Yun, Zhi Meng, Yao Mo and the strong men from the Declined Dark Tribe rushed to the hollow.

Looking at the faint hollow, everyone felt uncontrollable excitement in their hearts.

"I never thought we would be able to return to this place in this life..."

"If everything goes well, we will be able to return to our homeland soon..."

"The legendary magical and beautiful Shenhuang Continent, I'm going back..."

…

Many strong men from the fallen Dark Tribe could not suppress their inner excitement and shouted out their inner voices.

"Hmph! You guys..."

"I will never go back in this life..."

"Even your souls are buried here!"

A cold voice filled the air.

Then, two figures flew out from under Dingjie Mountain and blocked everyone.

And behind everyone, there were also shouts of killing like a frenzy in the sea.

More than 100,000 powerful Mysterious Gods emerged from their hiding places and surged over like a frenzied sea.

In the blink of an eye, everyone had fallen into the encirclement of the powerful men from the Spirit-Devouring Clan.

Although the powerful members of the Declined Dark Tribe are powerful, their numbers are too few.

The strong men of the Swallowing Spirit Clan have a numerical advantage, which can completely make up for the quality gap.

Of course, the difference in quality is only relative.

Because, the two who stood in front of them, Canglan and Huangmang, were both true half-step God Kings.

Compared with Yaomo, they were definitely not weaker.

If the two joined forces, Yaomo would definitely be at a disadvantage.

Canglan... was still the same as when Lin Yun first saw him.

Surrounded by seven residual spirits of saints, with an ugly monster head in the middle.

Still couldn't see what he looked like.

But all this was no longer important.

What was important was that after today, he would no longer exist.

So, it didn't matter if we saw his appearance, and it didn't matter if we didn't see him?

Huangmang, however, lived up to his name.

Under his seat was the spirit of an illusory wild python.

There was a half-broken inscription on his head, which was an extremely ancient thing, with some runes on the scripture stone copied on it, and it also had powerful power.

As for himself, he was a fat, white, bald guy with a simple and honest smile, wearing a wide robe, exposing his chest and abdomen, holding a palm leaf fan, and his eyebrows looked extremely kind.

But this was just the appearance.

If he looked like that, he would never have such a high position in the Soul Devouring World.

In this world of devouring each other, few people are clean.

They are all cruel and bloodthirsty in their bones.

"You... should stay here!"

"Shenhuang Continent... we also yearn for it!"

Huang Mang said coldly. Although his eyebrows were still kind, his voice was murderous.

"Humph! You are worthy..."

"You betrayed your ancestors!"

"You betrayed my Dark Night God Clan again!"

"Shenhuang Continent does not need bugs like you."

Yao Mo also said coldly, tit for tat!

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