World of Immortals

"The so-called Buddha, the so-called life and death, are nothing in front of me. Absolute strength can crush everything!" Dugu Sword Demon once smashed an idiot monk with three swords. Leaving an afterimage on the spot, appearing in front of Monk Yizhen, he swung his sword and slashed out. The blade made a terrifying howling sound, and the surrounding space was distorted. This is the embodiment of absolute power!

Monk Yizhen did not accept the move, but turned around and flew forward, floating forward like a Buddha stepping on the moon, and walked away along the ancient street.

"Dugu Sword Demon, you and I will fight in another place."

"It's not easy to want to die. In the face of absolute power, all scheming is in vain." Dugu Sword Demon's self-confidence stemmed from his being strong enough. He didn't stop for a moment, and chased after him with a black mist surging.

"Walking is empty, sitting is empty, speech is silent, movement and stillness are all empty, even if you bring a white blade to your head, it is like a sharp sword cutting the spring breeze..." Monk Yizhen's words were ethereal, and gradually faded away. It can be seen that he has indeed risen to a new realm, and every sentence contains Buddhist principles.

The people in the square did not chase after it. Although it might be a rare battle, it could be called the pinnacle duel of the young generation, but in a dangerous place where life and death are unpredictable, no one is willing to rush. What's more, there are some ancient practice illustrations engraved on the guardrail stone tablet around this square. Although they are all incomplete and difficult to understand, it is still a rare encounter for everyone. Everyone is searching carefully to find useful illustrations for themselves.

The light of the sword suddenly appeared, and a straight line pointed directly at Liu Mu's heart. Although Xiao Chen sensed it, it was too late to rescue him. He was still some distance away from Liu Mu. Although he believed in Liu Mu's strength, after all Liu Mu had been seriously injured, he was somewhat worried.

However, the cyan brilliance surged, and Liu Mu's body was shrouded in hazy brilliance. After entering that strange space, the flying knife light slowed down as if falling into a quagmire. A crystal clear flying knife was fixed behind Liu Mu! Just inches from his back.

Liu Mu turned around, looked at the guardrail not far away, and said: "I almost suffered a loss before, but the same attack and killing the second time is ineffective for me. Wang Tong, come out, I have locked you, today you and I can only survive."

Wang Tong, the inheritor of the flying knife magical skill, stood up from behind the stone tablet on the guardrail, turned around and fled away, but Liu Mu flew up, and chased after him with a blue light in the air.

Xiao Chen didn't have any delay either, his left hand was covered by the Big Dipper light curtain, and a bright star appeared between his right hand, his murderous aura was overwhelming, and he didn't want to let Wang Tong go, his figure shook continuously, leaving behind afterimages to chase after him.

"Xiao Chen doesn't need you to take action. I've locked him in. This time, I'm going to meet him to the death. I want him to understand that space spirits can't just be attacked and killed casually!" Liu Mu was determined to kill the enemy regardless of his injuries, and his killing intent could not be changed.

Crossing the Blood River, in the ancient streets, Liu Mu and Xiao Chen chased after Wang Tong, and finally chased back to this square. Being able to fly in the early stage is the biggest advantage of spirits and cursers, but Wang Tong was eventually intercepted.

Liu Mu enveloped Wang Tong inside with a blue space. Unable to escape, Wang Tong and Liu Mu started a fierce battle. Xiao Li's flying knife cut through the void, turned into beams of brilliant light, and shot towards Liu Mu.

However, when facing only one opponent, under the cover of the blue space, Liu Mu has impressive strength and can deal with all practitioners of the same level. The so-called most terrifying magic skill of flying knives failed today. All the flying knives slowed down in this space, and everything was clearly reflected in Liu Mu's eyes.

At this moment, in front of many spectators, Liu Mu interpreted the myth that space spirits are kings at the same level, and deciphered the legendary Xiao Li Feidao!

"Zheng"

Metal trills sounded, and several throwing knives were shattered into the air at the same time. The dazzling rain of swords formed by the condensed spiritual power of space simulated the shape of Xiao Li's flying sword, and shot at Wang Tong with a dazzling light.

Although Wang Tong's cultivation is strong, he is unable to use it now. He has Xiao Chen's feeling at the beginning. In the space controlled by Liu Mu, his whole body is restrained, and it is difficult to move, as if he is trapped in a quagmire.

"Puff puff……"

More than a dozen glaring rays of light penetrated Wang Tong's body in a row, blood arrows shot out one after another, blood gushed from more than a dozen translucent wounds on Wang Tong's body, and Liu Mu defeated Wang Tong with the Xiao Li Feidao simulated by spatial spiritual power.

The cyan light curtain gradually faded, and Wang Tong's body was shaking. He kept coughing up blood, and said with a miserable smile, "After all, I died at the hands of the living. I am much luckier than you, and you will all die..." At this point, he tore off the front of his chest, and saw a big bloody hole in his chest. Although his heart was still beating inside, it was obvious that his heart was nearly taken away by sharp claws. scratches.

It was obvious that he had been severely injured, and he could not live for a few days, and this suicide attack showed that he already had the will to die. After saying these words, Wang Tong fell into a pool of blood. No one knew what happened to him, but the paw print didn't seem to be made by a normal human being. Thinking of what he said just now, everyone felt chills down their spines. After all, this is a dead city.

"Roar……"

A huge roar came from outside the ancient city. It is unknown how many savage dragons have gathered now, and the real big attack has begun. Even if the surviving cultivators retreated to the central area of ​​the dead city, they could still feel the vast fluctuations.

The dragon clan is attacking frantically, and seems to want to destroy this dead city as soon as possible. Although the dead city is full of black light and evil spirits, it seems difficult to stop it. Not long after, the entire dead city shook, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The blood rain in the sky had stopped, and the dark sky was illuminated by the divine light from the spells of the dragon clan. They seemed to want to break through the hazy sky, let the sun shine down, and let the light destroy the dead city.

Amid a deafening bang, the dragons outside the dead city roared in unison. They seemed to cast a powerful dragon spell. The dazzling light shone like ten suns, tearing apart the dark sky, shaking the demonic clouds in the sky, and the sun fell down in an instant.

This is an amazing change.

It was already noon at this moment, and the falling sunlight met with the soaring and strange light from the dead city. There was a constant roar, as if fire and water were incompatible, and there were bursts of thunder-like explosions.

Afterwards, the dead air rose to the sky, and the sun was covered with blood. Although the magic cloud was shaken away, the sunlight was also dyed bloody by the dead city!

There were rumbling sounds on the square. The huge sacred monument more than 100 meters high and several near-real shadows of the monument were turning rumblingly. They surrounded together and trapped a black well in the center of the square that had been unnoticed at first.

It wasn't until the blood-colored sunlight fell that the dark ancient well looked so different. Although there was light shining in the sky, it was still so dark and evil, with a palpitating magical power.

It was an ancient well with a diameter of no more than three meters. There was black air lingering faintly on it, which gave people an unfathomable feeling. It seemed to be connected to the gate of the nether world.

Under the irradiance of the blood-colored sunlight, the front of the huge divine tablet and the shadows of the surrounding tablets can be clearly seen. All the tablets are engraved with writing, and two of the ancient characters are the same: Yongzhen!

Xiao Chen was deeply attracted by the first stele, which turned out to be: Yongzhen Yellow River! Isn't this the sacred monument of his hometown? How could it appear here? He knew that this sacred tablet was a phantom, but it really shocked him that it was actually related to the sacred tablet on Long Island.

Each stele has more than the word "Yongzhen", and the ancient characters after "Yongzhen" are different. Looking at the other ancient steles, except for the ancient character on the second god stele which is "Yongzhen Judao", all others only see the word "Yongzhen", which is blurred and invisible. Moreover, in the next moment, those handwritings disappeared in just a flash, and vivid patterns appeared on the various sacred tablets in the next moment.

Although there are several huge sacred monuments in front of them, everyone knows that only the second sacred monument of "Yongzhen Judao" is real, and the rest are phantoms that seem to be real. But what surprised everyone is that all the sacred monuments emit strange power fluctuations, and they seem to be instilling power into the real sacred monument.

Under the blood-colored sunlight, not only did the engravings on the divine tablet take on vivid colors, but they also seemed to have a soul, ready to come out through the wall.

The first sacred stele, that is, the huge ancient stele of "Yongzhen Yellow River", has a very unique pattern on it. High above the sky, dark clouds are densely covered, heavy rain is pouring, and huge lightning tears the void. Above the earth, the mountains collapsed, the surface cracked, magma surged, and the entire land trembled violently. In the ocean, there are continuous tsunamis, the stormy waves hit the shore, and the stormy waves are raging, wanting to sweep the world.

The second sacred monument, that is, the huge ancient monument of "Yongzhen Absolute Island", on which the wild dragon gallops in the sky, seems to be roaring and screaming, and many people and gods are also struggling. Above them is an endless sea of ​​blood, with thousands of layers of turbulent waves and heavy waves of blood. A mountain of dry bones stands in the middle of the sea of ​​blood. Let the monstrous waves of blood gallop, roar, and collide violently, and the mountain of bones remains motionless.

Below the wild dragon and those gods and men is a dead city, full of ghosts, the dark gate of hell is ajar, the inside is lifeless, and the dark and dense world exudes endless breath of death. The most astonishing thing is that under the dead city, there is still a peaceful and pure land. The palaces and palaces are scattered, the sacred trees are shining, and the Yao grass is everywhere, but there are very few outlines. It is close to the bottom of the sacred monument, and it is difficult to clearly observe the wider area.

The pattern on the third stele is composed of several irrelevant sub-pictures. A farmer is plowing the field with an old ox, a shepherd is driving a herd of oxen and horses on the prairie, a fisherman is standing on a boat and casting nets into the river, and a vendor is standing in a shop selling goods. These small pictures have nothing to do with each other, but when they are combined together, they give people a simple atmosphere of life, which makes people think of all kinds of life and all kinds of mortals.

The pattern on the fourth divine stele emits bursts of glow faintly, majestic heavenly palaces stand on the top of the clouds, among the misty clouds, many Qionglouyuyu are looming.

In the pattern on the fifth divine tablet, endless purple clouds and mist cover the sky and the earth, as if there are thousands of troops galloping inside, and there seem to be thousands of creatures roaring. This engraved picture is very blurry, but it makes people feel palpitating. Although it is impossible to see through the cloud and mist, there is a majestic aura like the sea in it.

It seems that there are sixth and seventh divine steles, but even the body of the stele has only a little trace, not to mention the engraved pictures on it.

Under the radiance of the blood-colored sunlight, the few stone carvings that can be seen not only have vivid colors, but also emit bursts of faint sounds. These stone carvings are so real and vivid, and each carving seems to have its own soul.

This doesn't seem like a stone carving anymore, but rather like several different worlds put together by people.

Although the patterns on the several huge divine tablets are extremely miraculous, they are far inferior to the deep black well surrounded by them. The more you look at it, the more frightening it is. It seems to be a bottomless hell, trying to swallow people's minds into it.

Under the ferocious bombardment of the Dragon Clan, ethereal and beautiful fairy music came out of the magic well for a while, and for a while there were bursts of dire roaring sounds that made the scalp tingle, making all the cultivators retreat. Although the sound was not aggressive, it made people feel chilling.

The dead city was shaking violently, and the huge divine tablet and several shadows of the tablet that seemed real and illusory were also shaking violently. Although Xiao Chen deduced that only one ancient tablet was real, there were no flaws on the other sides. It was as if their souls of the tablet had come here across time and space, providing power for the ancient tablet here.