Chapter 916: The Man with the Most Stable Mentality
The inner demon of fear can be said to be the number one inner demon in the universe.
Those fears that come from the deepest hearts of the world are constantly condensing and turning into the supreme inner demons. Even the cruel and cruel undefeated inner demons follow the fearful inner demons.
Ding Muchen drove a wisp of sword light and rode the wind and waves across the abyss in front of him. He suffered more and more injuries. There were countless inner demons in the Demonic Abyss, but he was only one person. No matter how high his sword skills were, no matter how strong his sword intention was,
No matter what, after all, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands.
"laugh!"
Under a ray of blazing and profound sword light, more than a dozen flame-wreathed undefeated inner demons were turned into ashes directly under his sword light, but just behind the undefeated inner demon, a ray of purple light rushed over.
, hit Ding Muchen's heart heavily, shattering the three rich sword swords, and then was knocked away by Ding Muchen's punch.
Two fearful demon soldiers came in two directions, and their ferocious voices could be heard in the dim light.
"Tsk, tsk, Soldier Saint!"
"It's amazing. The man who can suppress Tianwaitian with one person and one sword is truly amazing!"
"It's a pity that I'm going to die here today. It's just a good time to be with that Wang Laodao!"
Ding Muchen frowned, attacking the city first and attacking the heart first. These two fearful inner demons were actually well versed in this art of war. Not to mention whether Wang Laodao was dead or not, as soon as they said these words, Ding Muchen's mentality was invisibly affected.
Another layer of pressure has been added again.
After all, this Demonic Abyss is too deep. Ding Muchen has gone deep into the depths, and there is no way back. If he really can't catch it in one breath, he may really die here.
Ding Muchen, a majestic soldier of the Fourteenth Realm, knew very well what his martyrdom meant. It meant the collapse of the core strength of the human race and the official tilt of the balance of power between the upper world and the outer world. At that moment, it was possible that the upper world
, the human world is all over.
Therefore, he cannot die!
"come!"
Ding Muchen couldn't help laughing and said: "Let me see what kind of crooked melons and cracked dates are being planted deep in the hearts of you fearful demons!"
As he spoke, he swung the Su sword in his hand and struck the fearful inner demon on the left with one sword. At the same time, Yunjian Lake buzzed and trembled, and the first flying sword rushed out of Yunjian Lake and turned into a brilliant field like a galaxy.
The sword light tore the body of the fearful inner demon into thousands of pieces in the blink of an eye, directly annihilating it.
Ding Muchen's natal flying sword will never be sacrificed until the moment between life and death, but once it is sacrificed, it will definitely determine the difference between life and death!
And this first natal flying sword is named "Xiran".
The light of the Fusu Sword surged, and Ding Muchen shouted, almost bending the Fusu Sword. Then he fell with the sword, killing another fearful inner demon with one sword, and purple blood rained down from the sky.
"Boy Ding..."
Suddenly, a voice sounded in Ding Muchen's heart, it was Wang Laodao's voice.
When he heard this voice, Ding Muchen's eyes immediately turned red. It was really over. The yin energy in this voice was far stronger than the yang energy. It was the voice of Wang Laodao's remnant soul.
Could it be that the dignified strategist and the originator of the military strategist died so quietly?
"Critical, clear the way!"
Ding Muchen was a little confused and could no longer care about hiding his secrets. The second natal flying sword rushed out of Yunjian Lake. With a "swish" sound, it turned into wisps of dense sword light and penetrated towards the bottom of the abyss, while Ding Muchen controlled a wisp of light.
The sword light sank straight downwards.
The "critical" flying sword burst out with radiance that filled the sky, and led Ding Muchen straight down for nearly a thousand feet, finally reaching the bottom of the Demonic Abyss. Above, countless inner demons roared unruly, but they were all blocked by a sword wave swung by Ding Muchen.
"Shua~~~"
Wearing a green shirt and carrying an empty sword scabbard, he floated to the bottom of the abyss. In front of him, corpses of fearful demons lay across the surrounding rock walls. The surrounding rock walls were covered with criss-crossing sword marks. Apparently something had happened.
There was an earth-shattering battle, and at the end, a body like a dead tree died leaning against the rock wall.
"Old Taoist..."
Ding Muchen staggered and almost fell to the ground. With tears rolling down his face, he knelt on one knee in front of Wang Laodao's body: "I'm late, I'm sorry..."
He looked at Wang Laodao's body. There were many scars crisscrossing the body. Half of his body was burned to ashes, and the other arm was bitten into pieces by the fearful inner demon. The death was extremely tragic.
"well!"
Not far away, there was a sigh, and on top of the corpse of a fearful inner demon, a phantom sat. It was the remnant soul of Wang Laodao. He sat there with a calm face, unscrewed the wine gourd, and drank.
He poured himself a big sip of wine and said with a smile: "Miss Dong Zang's apricot flower wine really has a long aftertaste..."
Ding Muchen suddenly stood up and punched out like a vent of anger. The wind of the fist was surging, and the shadow of the old Taoist slowly swayed.
He cried and said angrily: "Why don't you come with me? You, Wang Xu, are the only one who can fight in this upper world, right? Now that you are dead, and you died so ugly, is this the ending you, Wang Laodao, want?"
"snort!"
Wang Laodao still drank the wine one after another, and said with a smile: "Dignified Soldier Saint, why are you crying? It's embarrassing... It's just death. Anyway, I have lived for many years. It's a pity. I can't drink anymore.
There is no more wine in the world..."
Ding Muchen's body trembled slightly, and he sat down in front of Wang Laodao. He also took off the red gourd from his waist, drank a big gulp of wine, and said with tears in his eyes: "Don't worry, I will cook a few jars of wine for you every Qingming Festival from now on."
past."
"never mind."
Wang Laodao said with a smile: "I am a hero in the world. Even if I go to the underworld, I can turn the underworld upside down with thirty-six swords. I don't believe that the king of hell can not give me a few jars of wine."
Ding Muchen's green shirt was fluttering, and he took another sip of wine. But while he was drinking heavily, tears rolled down his eyes. He couldn't understand why such a good man as Wang Laodao could die. A dignified strategist, military strategist, and Taoist.
One of the originators, no matter who has the highest knowledge in the world, I am afraid that no one can avoid this old way.
Such a person died so silently in such a ghost place. Did the sky really open its eyes?
"Okay, okay."
Wang Laodao looked disgusted: "Stop pretending to me, this kind of son-daughter attitude is not like you, Ding Muchen. You can get here with one man and one sword and not die. It means that you are indeed better than me in fighting, but you can't."
Let’s just fight. In terms of mentality, I, Wang Xu, are much more stable than you, Ding Muchen.”
Ding Muchen laughed, wiped away his tears and said, "Okay, you have the best attitude!"
As he said that, he looked at the remnant soul of Wang Laodao in the wind. In this abyss of demons, where the aura of inner demons swelled, he would not be able to maintain it for long, and he would probably be gone.
He frowned and said, "Okay, if you have any last words, say them quickly. Don't wait until you have a chance to say them."
"Too."
Wang Laodao patted the wine gourd on his waist and said with a smile: "This worldly wine, just drink it here, and drink it again in the next life."
With that said, Wang Laodao stood up, kicked away the corpse of an undefeated inner demon with the power of his remaining soul, and said: "Ding Muchen, look at this, this is my greatest contribution to the human race before my death, Wang Laodao."
"Um?"
Ding Muchen hurriedly arrived, only to find that there was an inconspicuous crack at the bottom of the Demonic Abyss. When he squinted his eyes to look deeper, he found that there were traces of the inner demon's aura deep in the crack. For a moment, Ding Muchen
He was shocked: "How could this happen? How could there be such a big gap in the wall between the outer world and the upper world?"
"That's the problem."
Wang Laodao said in a deep voice: "The demons in the world are all-pervasive. We thought that guarding a Conferred God Platform from the ancient times of gods would be able to suppress thousands of demons, but we didn't expect that they would have found another way to find their way into the abyss of demons.
We have found an entrance to the Three Realms."
As he spoke, the old Taoist raised a finger, and as soon as his sword finger fell down, he immediately deduced the speed of time passing and traced the time forward. In the blink of an eye, Ding Muchen saw a series of bloody fireflies holding oil-paper umbrellas.
He left the outer world through the gap and sneaked into the upper world.
"The demon holding the umbrella?"
Ding Muchen frowned.
"Um."
Wang Laodao said calmly: "I have looked back and found that at least one million demons holding umbrellas have sneaked into the upper realm, but I can't see the other side of the gap from here. I only know that there are already millions
The inner demon has entered the upper world, but I don’t know where it is.”
Ding Muchen looked solemn: "I have been stationed at the Conferred God Platform for a long time, and all the mountains in the upper world are also stationed at the Ascension Realm. Someone must be able to discover such a large number of demons holding umbrellas, but no one has discovered them, which means that someone is trying to guide these demons.
Umbrella inner demon."
"The secret lies here."
Wang Laodao frowned and said: "There are already people in the upper realm who have colluded with the demons outside the world. As for what they are planning, we don't know."
Ding Muchen's eyes were cold: "I can kill thousands of mere umbrella-holding demons with one punch. Even if millions of umbrella-holding demons really reach the upper realm, there are many thirteen realms and fourteen realms. What can we do?
Afraid?"
"What if their goal is something other than the upper bound?"
Wang Laodao looked indifferently.
For a moment, Ding Muchen frowned: "You are suspicious... They want to pour millions of inner demons into the lower world, and then use the turmoil in the lower world to force the upper world, so that we sages who sit in the upper world have to re-enter the world.
Shuffle?”
"That's pretty much it."
Wang Laodao seemed a little tired and said: "I no longer have the energy to make plans for the derivation of the upper world. Fortunately... Confucianism still has the sage master, Taoism still has Taoist ancestors, and your military strategists have you and the military ancestors, as well as all the sages.
Now, I, Wang Xu, have nothing to worry about anymore, and the remaining troublesome matters have nothing to do with me."
"Ding Muchen..."
Wang Laodao held the yellow gourd in his arms, looked up at the young soldier saint, and said with a smile: "Actually, I have always liked the yellow gourd that Lin Zhao gave me... It's a pity that someone has to plug this gap.
, finally do me a favor?"
"What are you busy with?" Ding Muchen frowned.
Wang Laodao grinned: "One sword chops the yellow gourd and the sword mud inside. I, Wang Xu, will imitate Nuwa's patching up the sky and use my life's path to plug this gap in the abyss of the devil."
