Chapter 104: A glimpse into the world of turbid entropy
Under the strange purple-red sky, the mountain-moving Rakshasa slowly straightened his tall body. After the storm, this fake Changjun City had been baptized several times and had been completely reduced to broken plates.
The scattered broken towns slowly floated in this strange little world.
The master of this world, the hour dial on the huge golden eye, turned another scale. The iris formed by countless black tentacles seemed to be resurrected, no longer like a dead thing.
Instead, it began to squirm uncoordinatedly. Looking up from the ground, the golden pupil seemed to be struggling to split.
Even the ghost-like Rakshasa who moved mountains couldn't help feeling a chill when he clearly saw the weird scene on the sky, and subconsciously cursed: "What the hell is this thing!"
The Rakshasa standing in the sky is covered with scars. The storm released by the golden eyes not only wears down his mountain-like body physically, but the hair of the time avenue contained in it is constantly wearing away the soul of this rare and powerful physical body in the world. Even though
In this way, when it was the turn of the mountain-moving Rakshasa to be responsible for the main force to withstand the storm, the Aoki Rakshasa with the bull-headed ghost face chose to sacrifice his body in this way to protect their team.
Just to have enough and complete energy and energy to prepare for the next attempt to break through this small world.
Holding the remnant soul of Hou Xingyuan in his hand, Honghu Ancestor walked out from under Rakshasa's huge body. The old Taoist asked provocatively: "Niubi, can you fucking still do it? Don't tell me when the time comes that you can hold on."
Can’t stand it any longer!”
Rakshasa who moved the mountain showed a look of contempt for the dim yellow ghost eyes at this time. He looked at the old Taoist quite pitifully and advised him not to bother himself and said: "You are just a human monk, don't do what you do."
The standard is set on Mr. Niu and I, old man, if you are afraid, just say so."
Hearing such a reply, Honghu Ancestor thought that the bull-headed ghost was probably fine, so he laughed and said, "Then you have to work harder, don't let me, a mere human monk, steal the spotlight."
In fact, the old Taoist originally wanted to rely on the majestic Qi in his body to take on the task of resisting the storm. But he was rejected by the mountain-moving Rakshasa. The explanation given by the bull-headed ghost was that they didn't know how big it was needed.
Only the support of strange machines can support Hou Xingyuan's connection with the remnant soul outside this world. The worst case scenario is that the support of qi machines that Hou Xingyuan needs will develop to infinity like this void.
Although the Honghu Ancestor has the support of a majestic Qi that stretches as endlessly as a river and sea, the old Taoist who has long understood the Dao Jinghong Stone and offered the word "Naihai", now if we compete with the Qi foundation regardless of combat power and killing power,
It will be truly the best in the entire Eastern Continent.
But when the manpower is finally exhausted, not to mention being in this strange world, even the laws between heaven and earth have become contrary to common sense, and with the subtle "digestion" of time by the golden eye that always wants to swallow them alive, they
Both of them will have a certain degree of abnormal performance. At that time, the only hope of the three of them will be on the depth of Honghu Ancestor's background. Therefore, the Mountain Moving Rakshasa would rather suffer a loss himself, but also wants the old Taoist to use the best
State to prepare for the additional soul-making ceremony.
After meditation and adjustment, the old Taoist felt refreshed and refreshed. Compared with the scarred Rakshasa who moved the mountain, the two men's originally equally matched momentum was already on the verge of collapse. From the life-and-death fight on the reed field,
Now that we are in a difficult situation together. Even though the bull-headed ghost is unabashedly arrogant and looks down on him, a human monk, the old Taoist still can't help but feel a feeling of sympathy for heroes in his heart.
It may be that after a hundred years, he has no old friends after leaving seclusion, and the world has changed drastically. He suddenly transformed into an old man at the top of the road to cultivating immortals. After finally meeting a ghost that can be regarded as the same kind, his fighting spirit gradually increased, and he said boldly: "Okay, then I will
If I believe you once, let me go and do something big!"
The mountain-moving Rakshasa also sensed the unprecedented strength of the old man, so he lifted his foot while the iron was hot and stepped heavily on the earth beneath him. The cracked earth spread in all directions, forming a mountain formation visible from the sky.
The old man in Taoist robes in the center of the array was in mid-air, his big sleeves were swaying in the wind, and the vast energy in his sleeves had been prepared for a long time. As the old Taoist made a move with his hands, the old man shouted: "Little guy, you are ready!"
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The sleeves full of Jiang Hai Qi swept towards the broken soul floating in front of him.
The two old men cooperated with each other tacitly, but they didn't ask Hou Xingyuan's thoughts at all, and they were not prepared to give the young man's remnant soul more time to prepare.
After the hit, the young man felt the hot and comfortable current flowing through his body, as if his soul had been thoroughly washed, and he couldn't help but moan with a feeling of divine relief, exclaiming that it was so satisfying.
But soon the inexhaustible energy began to wash through the whole body, until every corner was filled with the old Taoist's transformed soul power, and a sense of bursting gradually arose. Hou Xingyuan was like a man at this time.
The fat man who was full couldn't help but make a sound.
The satisfaction of the enhanced soul power suddenly turned into a nauseating feeling of swelling to the limit, but the old Taoist and the mountain-moving Rakshasa did not straighten the Qi machine to shape his powerful soul. The feeling of fullness that foreshadowed something bad immediately changed.
The swelling feeling that filled up the soul was torn apart, and the painful expansion of the soul filled every corner of Hou Xingyuan.
The blind man, who had a bad premonition, couldn't help but scream: "Ahhhhhhhhh! Grandmaster! It hurts! It hurts so much! My soul is going to explode! Stop it!"
Ancestor Honghu was still angry, and still maintained the flow of Qi with the secrets in his hands, teaching the younger generation: "Success or failure depends on this one move! Shut up and stabilize your soul! Do you want to be trapped here with us two old guys for the rest of your life! Come on!
At that time, you are not even qualified to be food for that beast in the sky!"
Hou Xingyuan could no longer hear the second half of what Ancestor Honghu said clearly. His unconscious soul was shaking violently, as if it might explode between heaven and earth at any time. Seeing that this unlucky disciple had reached his limit, Ancestor Honghu
With a cruel heart and a stroke of his fingertips, a drop of earthly immortal blood seeped out from his fingertips. As the old Taoist pinched his hand, the drop of blood with faint golden light fell on Hou Xingyuan's soul body, which had begun to twist and deform.
The star's remnant soul, which had expanded to the size of a water tank, was instantly ignited as the old Taoist's drop of immortal blood fell. Hou Xingyuan's screams sounded again from the ignited golden flames. After confirming that the young man had regained consciousness, the old Taoist
Seizing the opportunity, the person no longer transmits his inner strength through the air, but directly slaps his hands on the beating golden flame.
As the old man dropped his palms, the golden flame surged in momentum as if blown by the wind. Soon it rose up to a hundred feet. In the golden soul flame, a line of people gradually appeared, and the burning soul of the hundred feet was gradually revealed.
The body even pressed down on the mountain-moving Rakshasa, illuminating the void for a long night, and instantly became the visual center of this world.
Hou Xingyuan, who had almost swallowed up the two people who had moved the mountain and the ancestor Honghu, was still swelling. Such an abnormality also attracted the sight of the golden eye on the strange sky. Thousands of rainbow threads began to squirm crazily, trying to
The time scale rotates, prompting the next space storm to arrive in advance.
In the fire that engulfed the two old men, there came the reminder from the Honghu Ancestor to clear the clouds and see the mist. The old Taoist's voice rang like a bell in Hou Xingyuan's ears: "Little guy! Keep your mind calm! Feel the self beyond the world! Remember
The words I asked you to convey!”
This is the terrifying thing about the two land immortals. With their cultivation, they forcibly created a soul as strong as the soul of the god of heaven between the heaven and the earth. This is not as simple as the simple addition of cultivation.
Being in the mountain formation, the most surprising person is the Honghu Ancestor himself.
As an expert in cultivating Taoism, he understands that behind such a feat, there is a complicated transition, transformation, and assimilation of qi. Even an earthly immortal like him is not sure that he can forcibly lift Hou Xingyuan by himself.
The strength of the soul. But Rakshasa, the boss of moving mountains, did it.
As a person who exports Qi, Ancestor Honghu seems to be the one in charge of the formation, but in fact it is the Mountain-moving Rakshasa who is leading everything. The veteran Taoist people can't believe that such a ghost can actually control it more delicately than humans.
This soul-making ceremony.
The old Taoist couldn't help his curiosity and tried to take a peek at the bull-headed ghost who was also in the mountain formation. He wanted to see how he could complete the task of creating two souls, which was even more difficult than creating one soul.
soul.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. One look almost completely shattered the Taoist Taoist's pure Taoist heart. The old man Honghu turned his consciousness to Rakshasa Moving Mountain and wanted to see what happened, but he was horrified to find that this bull-headed ghost was not actually
The two people's qi energy was assimilated in a delicate transition, but they were mixed together roughly, and they were pressed into a ball with brute force as if they were beating and forging a sword embryo. With such a whimsical method, the two unrelated qi groups actually turned out to be the same.
Forged together like metal, the new embryo is unexpectedly pure and harmonious!
If Xi Huan could feel the scene in front of him, he would definitely be refreshed by the top-notch forging technique in front of him. What Rakshasa Moshan did was actually to beat and forge, but the things he forged were no longer rigid.
The Iron Immortal Soldier, whose hands are like hammers, can refine all things with one strike!
"The uncanny workmanship! The miraculous workmanship of the axe!" the old Taoist shouted excitedly, not noticing that Hou Xingyuan's soul body had expanded to the same height as the heaven and the earth. Hou Xingyuan, who was already like a god, had the golden light of his body, and already had the majestic aura of a golden-armored god.
The moment he held up this world, he also remotely sensed a tiny cry from the small city in the outer world!
"Master Patriarch! I have conveyed it! I have conveyed it!" The mighty golden-armored god between heaven and earth shouted excitedly. After a lot of hard work, he has achieved this step of success. Even the person who has always been gloomy in temperament
Hou Xingyuan couldn't help but shout proudly for himself.
The pain he experienced was not just the feeling of swelling of the soul body. While the Mountain-Moving Rakshasa was hammering the ball of pure Qi, he was also beating his already damaged soul body, so his screams
That's why he was so desperate. The Mountain-moving Rakshasa had no intention of converting the majestic Qi machine into soul power and passing it on to him, but instead tempered him and the Qi machine into a vague concept between Qi and soul.
The blind man hated this ghost who would do anything to achieve his goals. He secretly vowed that if he had the chance in the future, he would kill this so-called mountain-moving Rakshasa with a thousand knives.
But for now, he could still enjoy this soul to the fullest. Thinking of this, he raised his head, and suddenly his expression froze. The huge golden eye was so close that it was almost face to face with Hou Xingyuan's golden-armored soul.
The strange pupils formed by the entanglement of thousands of twisted tentacles were like an abyss and a bright mirror, attracting Hou Xingyuan's eyes to fall into it.
"You brat! Don't look at it!" Ancestor Honghu's anxious shout was deafening, but it still couldn't stop Hou Xingyuan's gaze from reaching into the depths of his dark pupils.
There was a sluggish expression on the man's golden soul face. Hou Xingyuan stared at the giant eye that covered the sky. The tall body was still small under the gaze of the golden eye. I don't know when the golden eye had become like a golden sun.
Like hanging in the air.
Ancestor Honghu and Rakshasa Banshan breathed heavily. The three of them were now intertwined with each other, and they all felt that the beating soul flame of Hou Xingyuan was suddenly extinguished.
The next moment, the tall god-man's soul suddenly lowered his head blankly, showed a strange smile towards the two people on the ground, and said word by word in a dull voice: "Master... I see.
Here we go...its name...is called Zhuo Engyin's Peeping World..."
Before he finished speaking, the huge golden soul between heaven and earth suddenly twisted its body, as if something was about to break out of its cocoon. Before Honghu Ancestor could take action, Hou Xingyuan's strengthened soul suddenly exploded and turned into gold all over the sky.