Four hundred and eighteenth chapter detachment in the yin
Click——click——
In the dead silence, the clicking sound of stiff bones shaking suddenly came. At first it was just for a moment, but in just two or three breaths, it almost became one, converging into a trembling sound that enveloped the entire sea area.
In full view.
From the severed head of the god, a humanoid creature with a height of ten feet and white hair slowly rose up. It seemed to have pulled itself out of the severed head. The white hair was still stained with black blood and blood, which was strange and inexplicable.
"One, two, three..."
Some knights were counting with a pale face, but in just a moment, his voice stopped suddenly and trembled.
There are simply too many.
The numbers are endless, no matter how many times I count, I can’t even count them——
Countless humanoid creatures with white hair pulled out their heads one by one. Their number seemed to have no limit and could never be exhausted.
This scene.
Just like in the moist forest after the rain, the bamboo shoots stand out in unison——
"Damn it! We stayed too long and alerted these ghosts!"
Taoist Fei Xuan suddenly changed his expression: "Be careful, there is a god here!"
god?!
"Hehehehe..."
Cold laughter flashed in the air, and soon there were screams.
Song Chi and others looked back in panic, only to see a knight of the Yan family nearby being quickly knocked down by a white-haired ghost and separated instantly!
Broken pieces and blood floated on the surface of the sea. As the black sea water gently flowed, agitated by the blood and screams, the white-haired ghost body that was originally standing frozen on the severed head swayed and began to move in an instant!
Like rain!
The shrill screams sounded one after another, and a huge movement broke out in an instant, causing everything to collapse.
All the magical weapons and magical powers were completely useless. They fell into the air, and even the shadow of the white-haired ghost could not be touched, let alone hit them.
Countless white shadows move like lightning on the black sea, unimaginably fast. Each movement lifts off people's heavenly caps and removes their heads, leaving only unbearable corpses floating around.
Soon, amidst countless shouts of death and screams, the thick black water was dyed red, giving it a sad crimson color.
Seeing his subordinates and soldiers dying one by one in front of his eyes, Pang Qing roared and turned around. He broke off the spear in his hand and threw it with all his strength, penetrating dozens of miles and separating a row of deep sea water!
But when the broken spear hit the body of a white-haired ghost, it made a clanging sound like metal and stone, just like striking iron.
Under the astonished eyes of the people, the white-haired ghost who was stabbed in the middle by the broken spear slowly stood up and shook his head as if nothing had happened.
There was only a shallow dent in its chest, and some hair fell off. Pang Qing's powerful and heavy blow not only broke its skin, but not even a drop of blood was shed...
"How?"
Pang Qing stared at this scene, his eyes dumbfounded. When Song Chi waited for the warning sound to sound in the distance, the man was still in a daze.
puff!
A white shadow swept across the sea. Pang Qing, who was caught off guard, was hit in the neck from the front. His head tilted in a strange arc, and he fell completely into the depths of the sea, losing all breath.
Everyone was horrified.
"Damn it!"
"I can't fight anymore!"
"Die to Master Dao!!!"
Taoist Fei Xuan, who was entangled by several white-haired ghosts, screamed wildly and took out a yellow mud jar from the Niwan Palace. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and broke the mud seal.
brush--
A blazing glow rose into the sky like a red phoenix, breaking through the earthen jar in the blink of an eye, and rolled indiscriminately towards the blood-stained black sea.
"Dry!"
In the distance, Mr. Gongyang was struggling to hold on under the siege of several white-haired ghosts. Suddenly, he was approached by a ray of light. He was so frightened that he rarely cursed and sweat rolled on his forehead.
The ray of light that flew out from the earthen pot and was as bright as a rainbow was not a candle, but a mysterious stream of fire flashing with ancient symbols!
The black water sea boiled and bubbled under the steam of fire, and in an instant, the whole world was scorched.
"What is this, an innate fire spirit..."
The fire swept through all the sea areas in sight in an instant. Amidst the high temperature and waves, the white-haired ghosts wailed and retreated one by one. Their roars were like the laughter of babies, which made people shudder.
Mr. Gongyang did not dare to stay for a while after taking a breather. He picked up Song Chi and several nearby Yan family knights, and hurriedly rose into the sky.
"How come you have such a killer move?"
Staring at the sea of fire at his feet, Mr. Gongyang asked Taoist Feixuan who was panicking and holding the Hongqiao aside: "Why didn't you come out when you were intercepted by Wu Sheng Mansion assassins a few days ago?"
"Gods have no brains, but assassins have brains..."
Panting, Taoist Fei Xuan barely managed to break out of the sea of fire at his feet, his hands and feet were trembling. When he broke the mud seal of the earthen jar, he was closest to the fire and was the most severely injured. He was almost burned into a mummy.
"This fire is so powerful!"
Taoist Fei Xuan, who was covered in large patches of burnt wounds, chuckled. He tentatively dropped the rainbow light under his feet for dozens of feet, but was hit by the stinging wave. He was so panicked that he hurriedly raised the rainbow light again.
"This is not the innate fire spirit. It is a treasure that Pindao got from an ancient cave the year before last. Although it is both a firework, but judging from its power, it is even more domineering than the innate fire spirit!"
Countless white-haired ghosts howled and struggled in the sea of fire, their skins exploded, exuding a stench like rotting corpses, and green, porridge-like pus dripped out.
Although these gods, who seem to have the body of a diamond, move like lightning and are so fast that it is dizzying to see, due to the characteristics of the gods, they cannot escape the light and cannot fly.
Taoist Fei Xuan seized on this point and took a risk by setting off a fire, and he was lucky enough to let everyone escape.
"Why do you think Pindao..."
After a brief moment of pride, Taoist Fei Xuan looked at the unquenchable sea of fire at his feet, and then at the people beside him, with a somewhat uneasy expression on his face:
"Is it true that there are still a few Taoist brothers missing?"
Ignorance.
What about people...
No, he was also burned to death by the fire, right?
After half a cup of tea, Taoist Fei Xuan, who had tried to remain calm, finally started to panic. He rubbed the corners of his chapped mouth and was about to speak.
Below, a avenue of pure light spreads toward the sky in an instant.
"The Taoist master's fire is really fierce." On the Jingguang Avenue, Wu Ming raised his head in embarrassment. Behind him, there were countless shocked Yan family knights:
"I don't know where that square earthen pot came from. It has such magical power. It is better than the innate fire spirit that exists in the world, and it is better than anyone else."
"It was in an ancient cave in Zhongli County. There were twenty-three earthen jars at that time, but now they have all been robbed."
Seeing the Jingguang Avenue spread out like a rainbow, Taoist Fei Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. His strange gaze stopped at Wu Ming's hand, and then he looked away silently.
Wu Ming grabbed Xie Fanjing by the collar and lifted her whole body up like a cat. Her face was gray and full of traces of smoke, and she looked like a cat that accidentally fell into the chimney.
"I still remember that there was a withered bone beside the earthen pot, which was full of jade color, and was regarded as a miracle by many people." Taoist Fei Xuan said with some sighs:
"The withered bones were hand-carved before they died. What was written was hard to see clearly. They were vaguely ancient words such as 'Light Quantity', 'Domain', and 'Heart of the Furnace'... Pindao also robbed some of it at the time, but
The withered bones were taken away by a rich clansman, but the poor man risked his life and only took back an earthen jar..."
"Light quantity... domain?"
Wu Ming was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and looked down.
The sea of fire under your feet seems to be getting stronger and stronger. The bright rays of fire are like an unquenchable creation, cooking the heaven and earth, tempering the void, and even the deep ocean abyss is illuminated and ignited by the light of the fire...
…
Countless white-haired ghosts howled and struggled in the sea of fire. They could not fly. Even if they were as fast as lightning, they could not escape the candle flame that spread hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.
Those howls were gathered together pitifully, like the cries of ghosts in a magma lake in hell. The sound was harsh and terrifying.
"This fire will be extinguished in half a cup of tea."
Taoist Fei Xuan's eyes were full of pride and full of pain: "Pindao has always regarded it as a life-saving card. He saved every bit of weight. Unexpectedly, the coffin has been broken."
"..."
Mr. Gongyang shook his head, a little helpless.
"It's strange to say that these things..." He looked at the white-haired ghosts twisting and struggling in the sea of fire, frowned and said: "How can they live on the severed heads of gods? Why can't they fly?"
"After all, the old gentleman is a master of the formation. After all, there is something strange about him. It is better to be familiar with Pindao, who makes a living by digging graves."
Taoist Fei Xuan also turned his attention to the white-haired ghost struggling in the sea of fire and sighed.
God is the transcendent God in the Middle Ages. He does not avoid thunder, lightning, and wind disasters, but can manifest his holiness in vain.
Such creatures are often born out of a breath of resentment. Once they are born, they will kill and drink blood. They will travel thousands of miles without any psychic ability or communication.
Taoist Fei Xuan once saw gods in ancient tombs. The life masters or life treasures of these creatures, and even the existence of immortals... They were born from the resentment of these great monks before they died. They are extremely evil and dark.
Unspeakable.
"Why the gods can't fly, I don't know. There is a saying that these transcendent gods are formed by a breath of hatred. They can't fly. The reason is that the strong wind in the sky will blow away their shells."
Taoist Fei Xuan smacked his lips and raised the rainbow light under his feet by dozens of feet again.
The sea of fire beneath our feet should have been extinguished, but at the last moment it burned more and more fiercely. Even standing in the sky, there was still a wave of steam coming over, making the blood boil.
"This God..." Taoist Fei Xuan's eyes were incomprehensible: "I'm afraid he will have great resentment and anger before he dies..."
A mouthful of hatred before death actually produced so many gods of transcendence, and the shells of each one were so strong that even attacks from the Vajra Realm could not hit them at all, they were unparalleled in strength!
Then what kind of power must He have been during his lifetime?
Reach for the stars and the moon, move mountains and change land.
I'm afraid it's nothing more than this——
There was no time to sigh anymore. In an instant, Taoist Fei Xuan's originally loose pupils suddenly condensed. Beside him, Wu Ming and others also changed their colors.
The sea of fire was still there, and in the raging flames, neither the severed head of the god nor the ancient stele engraved with wheels were shaken by the fire at all.
now--
The crackling joints shook again, like a ghost howling at the end of his life.
Under the astonished gazes of countless people, from the empty eye sockets of the god, a creature that was twenty feet long and covered with white fur slowly snaked and swam out.
It is not the image of a human being.
That head is twenty feet long, almost like a small mountain. Although it is also covered with white hair, its lower half has a thick and long snake tail...
Half human.
The lower half is like a dragon and a snake!
As soon as it swam out of its eye socket, it was pushed back by the sea of blazing rays of light, and it let out a weird laugh.
It's like some unknown signal.
The moment the strange laughter sounded, rustling--rustling sounds also sounded one after another.
Countless white-haired dragons and snakes swam out from the eye sockets, ear holes, and noses of the gods, and poked their heads out. After being touched by the fire, these mountain gods silently curled up and retreated, staring at the ignorance in the sky.
Everyone.
They were also afraid of the fireworks that swept across the entire sea area, but they still stood with their trunks erect, curled up deep into the God's severed head to take shelter, and silently waited for the fire to dissipate.
"There is actually..." It seemed as if there was an invisible cold air slowly spreading from the soles of his feet, and Wu Ming's pupils were instantly locked, making his hair stand on end.
"Let's go!" He shouted:
"Let's go!"
This group of white-haired dragon snakes can reach a length of twenty feet just by stretching their bodies, and the fire that trapped them has exhausted its strength and will eventually dissipate.
At that time...
"Go! Go!"
"Retreat quickly!"
"Can't stay any longer!"
Taoist Fei Xuan and others were all horrified, horrified and set up their escape lights, and fled crazily into the distance.
But after half a cup of tea, the surging sea of rays of light suddenly stopped, and then slowly stopped, completely dimming.
puff!
The water suddenly rose up, and a white shadow flew across the newly extinguished sea at high speed, shaking the waves along the way.
Phew! Phew! Phew!!!
Countless white shadows sprang out from the god's head at high speed, the sea surface boiled and exploded, and huge waves as big as mountains spread out in all directions, violently tumbling, and thunder and wind broke out!
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Lotus Market.
On the mountain where bones are piled up, two giants of the fifth realm sit cross-legged in the sky, their treasures are solemn and auspicious.
"Well..."
Suddenly, a Venerable Landuo Temple man whose true appearance was unclear and who looked like a purple sky moved slightly. He took out a crystal jade cicada, and several characters were slowly emerging on the cicada.
"Wu Ming actually went to the sea where the god head is? He really doesn't know how to live or die."
He smiled and said: "This Lotus Ruins is really weird. The message was obviously sent a while ago, but it has only arrived now."
"Senior brother."
The Venerable Landa Temple smiled at the blurry figure on the side: "Since the news has been sent to me, it must have spread to all parties. It is better for us to do it early to avoid others taking the lead."
The area in Lotus Ruins is chaotic. Even if the fifth-level monks can break through the void barrier and travel thousands of miles in an instant, in Lotus Ruins, they still have to control the escape light and measure the world with their steps.
"good."
The blurry figure nodded.
The two fifth-level cultivators traveled hand in hand, and the immeasurable light surged far and wide, causing the mountains and rivers to tremble, and all the evil spirits to hide like insects and ants.
In just a few hours, they crossed half of the Lotus Ruins and approached the sea area where the God of Heaven was beheaded.
And it was at this time.
The blurry figure made a soft sound, and the venerable Landa Temple frowned slightly and stopped.
In the sea ahead, on a strange cliff.
The handsome black-robed monk who was leading the sheep lowered his head, as if he was pretending to be asleep, but happened to block the path of the two of them.
