Demon Master Zikui, transformed into a god-level rat demon!
The powerful pressure of the transformation god came fiercely, and Gu Zheng and Han Rui were trembling like mice after seeing a cat.
This is the suppression of the realm, the insurmountable chasm between Yuanying and the transformed god, the crushing of the weak by the strong in the world of cultivating immortals!
At this moment, Gu Zheng regretted it beyond words. If time could go back, he would definitely not listen to the old woman's instigation and embark on a dead end against the Holy Lord.
This is a road full of thorns, no life, no end in sight!
There was no turning back. The Holy Lord drank the remaining life spirit liquid, which meant that even if the quicksand of time was recovered, he would have no use value.
Dark clouds formed in the palms of the Demon Lord's hands, spinning rapidly around the middle of both hands, spinning faster and faster. The hole in the center quickly expanded from a pinhole to the size of a fist, like the entrance to an abyss, filled with countless terrifying monsters. p>
The Demon Lord sneered and turned his wrist downwards, and the black clouds slowly floated towards Gu Han and the two of them.
Gu Zheng was in a state of panic! How many years had it been since he had seen the Holy Lord’s [Black Death Rotating Cloud]?
As a subordinate of the Demon Lord, he has seen the horror of this swirling cloud more than once in hundreds of years. He has witnessed at least three fifth-level monsters and two human Nascent Souls die under this black cloud.
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It was a tragic death that shattered the soul and shattered the bones into ashes.
It’s over.
Just when he was despairing, a scream sounded in his ears: "Give it to me, break it!"
But Han Rui's eyes were wide open with anger, her silver teeth were clenched, she opened her mouth, and spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood. Then her jade hands danced, and a ball of hot silver-white flames, carrying the power of refining all things, rushed forward fearlessly.
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This is the spiritual fire that she has cultivated for hundreds of years. Its power is no less than a fifth-level magic weapon. It is her trump card and her strongest blow!
This is her desperate fight!
Seeing Han Rui get rid of the pressure of the transformed god by injuring himself, Gu Zheng was both impressed and surprised. At the same time, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a crack in the pressure of the Demon Lord, and he could escape! Almost without thinking, he swung the formation-breaking ax and struck the black cloud with a horizontal blow, but his body turned in another direction, preparing to grease the soles of his feet.
At this moment, Han Rui's flames and Demon Lord's black clouds collided silently.
The cloud quickly swept the flame into the black hole in the center. In an instant, the light of the flame was weakened by half, but it was still burning unyieldingly, like a torch in the cold wind, struggling to release its last heat.
The black clouds were blocked, and the rich ink color gradually became lighter and thinner.
Han Rui was so happy that she ignored the boiling magic power in her body and shouted: "The Holy Lord is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, let's fight him!"
This call came at the right time, pulling Gu Zhenjun back, who had almost half-stretched his legs.
Mud, I will risk my life to live a thousand years of good life in the second half of my life!
Gu Zheng was so brave that he pulled out a purple long sword from the storage ring and threw it with all his strength!
The long sword roared towards the Demon Lord with a long and shrill sound, and the moment it approached the opponent's defensive light shield, it exploded!
Explode!
The self-destruction of a fifth-level magic weapon, even if it is just a low-grade magic sword that Gu Zheng failed to refine, is as powerful as a blow from the peak of Nascent Soul, enough to cause mountains to collapse and rivers to flow backwards!
Especially in a closed space like Fushouding.
In an instant, dazzling mushroom clouds rose up, and the tripod seemed to have suffered a catastrophe. At the center of the explosion, thousands of golden beads that the prisoners had worked hard to knock 3,600 times to fuse were blown up in four directions.
It shot out like cannonballs hitting various places on the cauldron wall, leaving countless pits of varying depths.
All the black and white beads at the "Tomb" were ejected in the explosion, and most of them were shattered into pieces and scattered like a rain of stones.
As the instigator, Gu Zheng had already taken precautions, and a golden light shield protected him from top to bottom. Han Rui was manipulating the bronze mirror, originally preparing to shine at the Demon Lord, but at the critical moment, he changed the direction, and a ray of yellow light illuminated him
The whole body is covered, blocking most of the impacts.
Despite this, the enclosed space greatly increased the effect of the explosion several times, and both of their magic weapons had cracks and suffered considerable damage.
"Madman!" Han Rui cursed angrily. However, when his eyes turned to the Demon Lord, the curse immediately turned into surprise.
The Demon Lord was also severely traumatized.
On the one hand, he had juniors to protect. The light shield that was shaking to pieces when the magic sword self-destructed not only did not shrink to reduce the damage, but instead expanded against the trend, wrapping Zi Dou not far behind him in one fell swoop. The price paid is an output of more than ten times the mana and a huge loss of energy and spirit.
The newly rosy face turned pale in an instant; the shiny black hair also lost its luster in an instant.
"Take another Explosive Pill from me!" Han Rui kept doing nothing, took out a pill from her arms, flicked her jade finger, and shot towards the Demon Lord like a meteor chasing the moon.
This thing is said to be an elixir, rather than a bomb. However, compared with ordinary bombs, including the explosive powder developed by Yang Zhen, its power is several orders of magnitude greater. This is a special five-purpose weapon she used.
Grade spirit grass, mixed with several spiritual plants with conflicting attributes, is a treasure refined after dozens of failures.
"Boom!"
In the Fushou Cauldron, where the last mushroom cloud had not completely dissipated, earth-shattering thunder sounded for the second time.
As if playing back in slow motion, the four people once again experienced excruciating suffering. The cracks on Han Rui and Gu Zheng's magical instruments further expanded, and the Demon Lord's face became increasingly pale.
Soon after, Gu Zheng grabbed another magic weapon from his hand.
As the master of weapon refining in the Mountain Domain, even though the Demon Lord took strict precautions against him and left him with only one fifth-level mid-grade magic weapon for offense and defense, the fifth-level low-grade and fourth-level magic weapons, especially those that failed to be refined,
I have a lot of defective products on hand.
He can afford it.
Feeling the aura of this low-grade fifth-level magic weapon, the Demon Lord could no longer bear it, grabbed Zi Dou, and flew out of the giant cauldron.
Once in this vast wilderness, just self-destruction will never hurt him again.
Moreover, Zi Dou, a burden, could stay far away, leaving him to deal with these two rebels alone.
The fifth-level magic weapon turned and whirled down to the ground, while Yao Zun and Zi Dou were already hundreds of feet away from the giant cauldron.
Han Rui was in a hurry and was at a loss for a moment, not knowing whether to chase or run away.
Chasing, he had tried his best just now, but the demon master was still bruised and couldn't do anything. If it weren't for the limitations of space and Zi Dou's drag, the opponent wouldn't even be slightly injured.
Escape, just Nascent Soul, how far can you escape in front of the transformation god who has initially understood the spatial rules of his own world and is good at space movement?
Can this vicious fight continue?
Just when she was almost suffocated by despair, she saw the white light flashing where the fifth-level magic weapon had fallen, revealing a curved arch as tall as a person, filled with the power of space.
Without saying a word, Gu Zheng headed towards the ring, leaving behind a black silhouette.
Teleportation array?
Han Rui was surprised and happy. Seeing that the light of the arch was still bright and dazzling, she understood that the effect of the teleportation array was still there, so she rushed in with a single lunge.
The two of them quickly disappeared without a trace.
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"Boom!"
The violent force hit the array plate on the ground with overwhelming anger, and the fifth-level magic weapon immediately broke into countless pieces.
"Ah!" A woman's scream could be heard vaguely, but she didn't know the extent of her injuries.
The Demon Lord stared at the scattered fragments, his face gloomy as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
"Ancestor, let's chase, shall we chase?" Zi Dou asked timidly from behind.
The Demon Lord looked at this junior with disappointment and sighed:
"The fifth-level array has a transmission distance of at least ten thousand miles. I am now..."
Before he finished speaking, movement not far away caught his attention.
It turned out that the battle outside the giant cauldron had ended before a few breaths. The Gu Zheng side, which had more people and stronger combat power, finally won miserably. The remaining two Jin Dan and seven Zifu were gathering together, looking at them in panic.
This way.
The Demon Lord's eyes flashed, and with a flick of his finger, a black cloud that was several times weaker than before slowly floated towards the crowd.
The cloud seemed to be slow but was actually fast, getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly it came to everyone, and a black mist enveloped everyone.
After several screams, it disappeared.
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The Demon Lord put his hands behind his hands and stared at the remains that had turned into ashes, silently.
Zi Dou stood beside him with his hands tied, looking at his ancestor in surprise and uncertainty, not daring to take a breath.
An extremely ominous premonition suddenly came to my mind.
I don’t know how long it took, but I saw the old ancestor’s standing body suddenly starting to tremble as if out of control. It was relatively slight at first, and then became more and more severe. Just when Zi Dou stretched out his hand to help, the demon master said “Ah”
With a loud scream, a large mouthful of blood spurted out!
The body slowly fell backward.
"Old Ancestor——" Zi Dou was horrified and quickly supported him. He saw that this sixth-level demon king's face was covered with fishnet lines, his eyes were deeply sunken, his eyes were cloudy and dull, and his hair was completely white.
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The body is curled up and the breath is dying. It is not long to live!
"What are you shouting for!" the Demon Lord scolded, his voice low and weak, but still carrying an aura of calmness and self-power. Zidou immediately stopped crying and looked sadly at the old face of his ancestor, unable to help but burst into tears. "Hey," the Demon Lord's eyes gradually softened: "My child, my ancestor is dead, and you have to rely on yourself from now on. Please listen to me for a few words."
"Although you have good qualifications, you have slacked off in your practice. You must not do this again in the future."
"Hey!" Zi Dou replied with tears in his eyes.
"After I die, there will be strange phenomena in the world, and those demon emperors will find out soon. You take my token, quickly go to the treasury to get a few things, and then find a place to concentrate on
Don’t come out until you reach the late fifth level of cultivation!”
"Yes."
"Third..." After the Demon Lord explained a few more words, his breath became weaker and weaker, and the fire of life was quickly leaving him.
"Help me sit up." He finally said.
Zi Dou carefully supported him. This great demon who had been practicing for five thousand years sat on the ground and raised his head to the sky. His yellow eyes were filled with thoughts, relief, and a bit of resentment.
"Ah——" He suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, stretched out his hand, and a dazzling red light hit the sky, drawing a long shadow, and suddenly exploded in the sky, with thunderous thunder that resounded through the sky.
"God, why do you want to trap me in this world but refuse to give me another thousand years!"
"I have great qualifications, but I'm stuck here. I haven't been able to make any progress for three thousand years!"
"Huang Ji, I'll fuck your mother!"
"I hate it so much!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the supreme being of the demon world who had ruled the mountain domain for three thousand years passed away suddenly!
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Jipin Empire, somewhere in the wilderness.
There was a flash of light, and two figures covered in blood fell down one after another.
Gu Zheng got up first, and the woman behind him was taking a pill, closing her eyes and regulating her breath.
Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and he finally raised his hand towards the woman: "Master Han, I have used up both teleportation array disks. Even if the Demon Lord chases us from this distance, he will definitely not arrive in half an hour, so why not
You and I will part ways and run away for our lives!"
"Wait a minute!" Han Rui shouted: "Master Gu, before we say goodbye, can you tell the truth, did you take away the quicksand of time?"
Gu Zheng turned around in shock: "Master Han, I always thought you did it? Could it be that this matter has nothing to do with you?"
Han Rui shook her head affirmatively.
The two looked at each other, who could it be if it wasn't them?
"It's strange," Gu Zheng mumbled, "I inspected the Fushou Cauldron three days ago, and the quicksand of time was still inside. After that, I didn't leave even half a step..."
"Are you sure it was still spiritual sand at that time, not obsidian or white sandstone?" Han Rui asked.
"Of course."
"I understand." Han Rui suddenly understood. For a moment, she felt mixed emotions in her heart. She searched for the thing she was looking for, and it turned out that it was hidden there!
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And right under her nose, a change of fate was completed!
Damn it!
"Master Han, what do you understand?" Gu Zheng asked curiously.
Han Rui was about to speak when suddenly her eyes narrowed and she looked at the sky above her head.
I saw that it was a cloudless clear sky just now, but suddenly there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder.
A bolt of lightning like a golden arrow shot to the earth from the dense clouds. In an instant, huge raindrops poured down, and traces of white air lingered in the rain. Various types of grass and trees broke out of the fields in early winter and grew against the trend. Han Rui's nose twitched, and she was shocked to discover that the white air was actually spiritual energy, pure spiritual energy!
Visions of heaven and earth!
Why is this so?
The vision continued, and not long after, there were rustling sounds everywhere, and countless rats emerged from the ground, wailing and hissing in the crackling rain, and some even bleed from the corners of their mouths and passed out.
Rat? Rat demon!
Han Rui suddenly realized it, and a burst of ecstasy surged into her heart——
This is the celestial phenomenon of the fallen god!
"Master Gu——" she stopped the old man and laughed maniacally: "We don't have to run away! Zikui, old man Zikui, that rat demon who has been weighing on us for hundreds of years, he is dead, he is dead.
Hey, we’re going to kill him, hahaha——”
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At this moment, not only in the Mountain Domain, but also in the other two continents of Zhenyu Realm, strange phenomena of heaven and earth appeared.
In the Zhou Kingdom of the Eastern Region, inside a tall earth-yellow tower.
The white-faced, middle-aged Taoist monk who looked like a Taoist priest was meditating at the top of the tower. Suddenly, with a "huh" sound, his eyes opened, and with a flash of light, he quickly got up from the ground and hurried outside.
The thunder is rolling and the rain is falling.
Spiritual energy overflows and all things thrive.
The rats are raging and wailing all over the field.
"It turns out to be Zikui," the middle-aged Taoist priest sighed, with a hint of loneliness on his face: "Hey, we have lost another old friend!"
He looked up at the cloudy sky and remained silent for a long time.
The kind-hearted face slowly turned gloomy.
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The Western Region, the far north, is full of snow-capped mountains.
"Boom!"
The landslide and the ground cracked, and a snow hill more than ten feet high, shaped like a mausoleum, exploded. A gray figure jumped up from it and stood suspended in mid-air.
This is a bald man with a fierce face. He looks up at the thundering sky with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
"Strange, when will it rain in this extremely cold place like ours?"
"What a pure spiritual energy..."
He pinched his fingers, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes widened, and a fierce light appeared:
"Zikui, you old man is finally dead, haha!"
"Everything comes into being when a whale falls. Our world doesn't like us at all! Look, after you die, God rains heavily. It's actually a celebration! Hahaha!"
Smiling and laughing, he suddenly became manic. He waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword light suddenly went away and exploded in the snow-capped mountains thousands of feet away.
The earth-shattering sound immediately caused a large-scale avalanche, and the roaring and rumbling sounds were endless.
The big man was furious, and struck out with his sword again, the light of the sword rising straight into the sky:
"God, if you don't welcome us, why do you trap us here?"