When Su Ming was listening to the murmur from Bai Ling in the deep pit on the broken stars of the Chenzhen Realm, he realized that in the Chenzhen Realm as well, in the original Immortal Clan area, there was even a...
For the Four Realms and the Three Wild Realms, it is also an extremely strange place.
That is the hometown that Su Ming remembers...the land of death!
The entrance to this land of death in the starry sky is a seemingly endless whirlpool. Although there are countless hurricanes roaring outside the vortex at this moment, the whirlpool of world power that is enough to destroy monks and collapse stars is actually... unable
To shake this vortex of death, you can only sweep outward, but you cannot get involved in the whirlpool at all.
Within this vortex of death, there are an unknown number of spaces, and there are many ethnic groups living in those spaces, and the barbarians are just one of the spaces and one of the ethnic groups.
Now, in one of these many spaces, there is a fiery red world, the sky is red, the earth is red, countless seas of fire are filling the world, rolling in fiery winds, blowing dazzling fire, making
This world is like a nine-flame hell!
At this moment, on this hell-like land, there is a mountain peak shrouded in flames. This is a volcano, a volcano that has never been extinguished for countless years. Within it, there is a majestic pool of flames.
The flame pool emitted red light, reflecting the dark red inside the volcano.
In this pool of flames, there is a purple coffin floating. I don’t know how many years this coffin has been here, but judging from the vicissitudes of life on it, it seems to be tens of thousands of years old.
The coffin was imprinted with countless runes. These runes flickered once every nine breaths, as if they would never end. They would shine forever, but... the banging sound that suddenly came from the coffin was...
For the first time in countless years, the rhythm of the runes flashing on the coffin was changed, so that they no longer flickered at nine breaths, but instead turned into eight breaths.
As the banging sound became more and more intense, as if someone was constantly bombarding the coffin, the flashing of the runes on it also changed rapidly, from eight breaths to seven breaths, and then to
Six breaths, until the moment when the coffin flashed with light every three breaths, the coffin suddenly let out a roar.
In this roar, the lid of the coffin suddenly lifted up and slowly floated in the air. At the same time, the surrounding flame pool also rolled violently, and if there was a roar inside, it kept roaring, right here
Suddenly, an arm suddenly stretched out from the coffin.
It was a thin arm with five fingers spread out. The moment it was stretched out from the coffin, all the flames of the volcano erupted. The entire earth outside roared together, and the sky trembled violently. In this volcano
Rolling red clouds immediately appeared above.
It was as if the whole world was affected in an instant when the arm in the coffin stretched out. Then, as the arm stretched out from the coffin, its open five fingers slowly clenched into a fist, and immediately the whole world was affected.
The flames and heat of the world seemed to be centering on that arm in an instant, rolling back crazily towards here.
All this is just the time when the arm holds the fist. If you look down from the highest point of this world, you can clearly see that the whole world's sea of fire is rolling back. Wherever those flames passed, the earth lost everything.
Fiery and turned black.
At the same time, all the flames, including the fire clouds in the sky, were absorbed by the volcano and condensed in the palm of the arm. When this person grasped it, in the palm of the hand, there was more
A red bead.
There was a sea of fire rolling inside the bead, and fire clouds moving around, like a world.
A sigh came from the coffin. Gradually, a tall figure slowly sat up from the coffin. When the fight started, a set of crimson robes appeared on the figure.
The robe is not an ordinary robe, it is...an imperial robe!
On top of this person's head, an imperial crown suddenly appeared, making this person suddenly have an emperor's domineering aura, which was compelling and revealed, filling the volcano and the entire world.
"Did you fail..." This person whispered softly, with a strange majesty in his voice, and a sense of looking down on the world, as if he said the word "failure", but no one could feel the slightest failure when listening to it.
regret.
"I have already guessed that there is little chance of success in this matter. How could Su Xuanyi, a powerful man of his generation, not have a back-up plan? However, my original plan was to know what Su Xuanyi's plans were.
An enemy that cannot be seen clearly is scary, but an enemy that can be seen clearly is no longer scary.
This plan is originally to lure out Su Xuanyi's plan and let me know what he is going to do..." As he spoke, the man wearing an imperial robe and an imperial crown slowly raised his head, revealing his
From the looks of it, he... is none other than Di Tian!!
In other words, his appearance is exactly the same as that of Di Tian, except that his face is a little more weathered, a little more domineering, and a little more powerful!
"Use a ray of remnant soul that flew out of my body as a test. If it succeeds, it will be the best. If it fails, it doesn't matter. It's just a fairy alliance. It doesn't matter if it is lost." The man said lightly, his eyes flashed,
He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the crater, and a smile gradually appeared on his lips.
"Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, fellow Taoists, how are you resting?" His voice came out of the world and echoed in the Yin Death Vortex. After a moment, strong waves roared from the seven spaces in the Yin Death Vortex.
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Even more terrifying consciousnesses touched each other here, as if they were communicating with each other. After a long time, these consciousnesses dispersed one after another and returned to their world, and the vortex of death gradually calmed down.
"As I thought, let Su Xuanyi change well outside. We don't need to go out so quickly. Let him continue to complete his plan. At the last moment, let him know that everything about him... is just a game.
What a joke." Di Tian smiled faintly and slowly lay down in the coffin again. He released the palm of his right hand, causing the red beads in it to spread out, causing the world to be filled with a sea of fire again.
"My injuries have completely recovered ten thousand years ago... It's indescribable, it's indescribable... I've reached the edge of it. Give me some more time, I may really be qualified... to step into that threshold. Thank you very much for this."
You, Su Xuanyi..." Di Tian murmured, and the coffin lid fell with a bang. After sealing the coffin, the coffin slowly sank into the flame pool again and disappeared.
…
"Damn the Immortal Alliance, damn the Daochen Sect, damn the sky, damn this hurricane!!!" In the Daochen Realm, among the similarly broken stars, a man was wearing a black robe, but his expression was
The young man, who was extremely embarrassed but had a look of madness in his eyes, was raising his hands toward the sky as if holding them up, roaring at the sky.
"Kids, hold on, the formation is about to be successfully deployed. This damn hurricane can't destroy our war hall cultivators!" As the young man roared, there were nearly 20,000 cultivators behind him, all roaring in unison, and all cultivators were sent out.
With its power, it merged into nothingness, and gradually a curtain of light slowly appeared, as if it wanted to envelop the stars.
Among the crowd, Patriarch Huokui and Zhu Youcai were among them!
…
It is also the True Realm of Daochen. Within the hurricane in the starry sky, there is a lone boat, which seems to regard the hurricane as a big wave in the sea and the starry sky as sea water, and is swimming here.
"Wind, stars, you are so beautiful...broken, nothingness, it's a pity that there is no sunshine, ah, why aren't you beautiful..." The loud voice floated up from the boat, and it seemed to be intoxicated when it echoed.
Meaning.
"Good poem, good poem!"
"The young master's literary talent is rare in the ages. This is definitely the best poem that my maid has ever heard." Following the intoxicating voice, there were bursts of delicate smiles from women.
As the lone boat gets closer, you can see a mist surrounding it. This mist looks thin, but it seems to be just restraining the hurricane existing in the starry sky, preventing the world power in the hurricane from dispersing into it.
Through the mist, one could vaguely see that there was a table on the solitary boat, and a long-haired man sitting next to it. This man was extremely handsome, and he had a gentle and flower-like charm.
Beside him were three beautiful women. These three women looked at the man with tender eyes, as if even if the man said shit...then this shit must be brought with him.
Poetic...
Some of them were pouring wine for the man, some were holding sweet fruits for him, and the last one was gently squeezing his legs for him, with a gentle expression on her charming little face.
The man shook his head, as if thinking about his poem.
However, behind these four people, at the end of the boat, there was a discordant voice, which broke the poetic atmosphere here.
It was a thunderous grunt, and the sound actually had a regular rhythm, sometimes high, sometimes low. It was a huge man with an extremely thick body. The big man fell there like a tiger, still holding a hand in his hand.
A bottle of wine. Although I am in a dream at this moment, my mouth is drooling. I don’t know what I dreamed about in my dream. I look very happy.
"Junior brother, come and drink this pot of wine!" The big man turned over and muttered a few words, and his snoring became louder.
"Alas..." As if he heard the big man's muttering, the flower-like man with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes, looked at the starry sky in the distance, lowered his head and sighed.
"Junior brother, where are you..."
…
At the same moment, in the ruins of the Daochen Sect, in one of the nine hundred and ninety-nine continents in the lower realm, a figure gradually emerged from the ruins, carefully climbing out. He looked a little wretched.
, but now in this wretched appearance, there is a surge of hatred.
"Su Xuanyi!!!" The man's body was trembling. His cultivation was very weak, but the hatred emanating from him at this moment was enough to crush everything.
With tears in his eyes, he looked around, and flew out with a roar, looking up to the sky to see if anyone else was alive. Even if there was a slight possibility, he would never give up——
I finally finished it before 12 o'clock, I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting... (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)