After the five Bodhi seeds of Wan Nian Sheng disappeared, the land was once again enveloped by the evil energy of Ziming.m
I don't know if it is because of the baptism of Wan Nian Sheng Bodhi Son that the bodies of Feng Xiaoqian, Xu Dayu and others have the ability to withstand the evil energy of Zi Ming.
"Boom."
Facing the overwhelming influx of real-life purple knights, every warrior present was frightened and unable to keep calm.
The crisis is right in front of them, and the shadow of death brings them into a desperate situation.
"I'm dead! I'm dead! I didn't expect that I, Luo Qian, would die here before I became so powerful in the world. What's the use of waiting for an opportunity?" Luo Qian held a wooden sword and sighed sadly.
"The opportunity to become a legend is really not that easy to come by."
There was a sad look on Hongchen's face, and he obviously felt that today would be a bad day, and he would probably turn into withered bones in the Alaming Mountain realm.
There was no fear in Qing Lingxiu's eyes. She stared at Lin Ke and said, "Can you control that Pixiu?"
"You can give it a try."
Lin Ke understood what Qing Lingxiu meant. Today they might only be able to escape death with the help of their ancestors and grandsons.
Luo Qian, Hongchen and others, who were already in despair, saw Lin Ke who was communicating with Pixiu. They felt expectant yet anxious, and at the same time, there was also a hint of curiosity.
That Pixiu must have extraordinary magical powers to be able to defeat the earthly immortal-level Demon Ming.
If they can get its help, they will have hope of escaping.
After a while, when the purple-clad underworld cavalry completely surrounded them, Pixiu finally nodded, then climbed up from the ground and opened his huge mouth.
A large number of thunder and lightning shuttled through its abdomen, like a sea of electricity.
Those thunderbolts quickly moved to the neck, spit out from its mouth, and turned into a thick circuit torrent, with dozens of electric lights intersecting inside.
"Chichi."
Wherever the thunder and lightning passed, all the purple-clothed ghost knights blocking the way were turned into ashes.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Pixiu's mountain-like body rushed forward, and with a wave of his claws, he threw the purple-clothed dark knights away.
Lin Ke and others followed closely behind it and needed to use all their strength to use their physical skills in order to keep up with its speed.
After a moment, Pixiu broke through the encirclement of the purple-clothed Mingqi, stretched out a cloud-like claw, grabbed Lin Ke and others, and took them to break out of the encirclement in the distance.
The Young Emperor of Tianlu sat on the chariot couch, very calmly, looking at the direction in which Pixiu escaped, staring at the figures in its claws, and said: "Interesting, not only does it have the breath of the halberd of despair, but also the breath of the traitor's bloodline. The four major
General Ming listens to the order, you all take action together, you must suppress the ancient spirit of Pixiu and capture all those humans. Remember, I want to live."
"Take orders."
The four underworld generals standing behind the Young Emperor Tianlu all used the art of flying in the air, and led half of the purple-clothed underworld cavalry to chase Pixiu.
The outstanding figure of Tianlu Young Emperor appeared on the bank of Purple Lake.
Looking at the boundless lake in front of him, the young Emperor Tianlu suddenly felt heroic and laughed. Then he knelt down and bowed: "Xu Tianyin, the 274th generation descendant of the Tianlu clan, bows to the true soul of the great emperor."
For Young Emperor Tianlu, finding the Supreme Soul Crystal and the Supreme Brand and collecting the Supreme Eye are the most important things.
Pixiu's speed was extremely fast, exceeding the speed of sound. Not long after, he crossed thousands of miles and reached the bottom of the Bodhi tree.
Surprisingly, this area has undergone earth-shaking changes.
The heaven and earth originally covered by the evil energy of Ziming were purified, and the soil exuded the light of Buddha.
However, in the air, there are purple air knives that are hundreds of meters long, which are the aftermath of a spell performed by a powerful creature. Even after a long time, the aftermath has not dissipated.
"Boom."
One of the purple air swords struck the ground, leaving a scar that was dozens of miles long, like a dry river, which looked shocking.
There are traces of battles everywhere on this land, changing the landscape.
In some places, it turned into a basin in the shape of a palm print; in some places, it turned into an endless purple desert; in some places, it turned into a vast fire field of hundreds of miles.
The aftermath of the battle has turned this place into a forbidden area. Warriors who have not reached the realm of real people will surely die if they break in.
It is estimated that these aftermaths will not completely dissipate in the next hundred years.
"What happened? Could it be that Emperor Qingming was resurrected and wanted to tear the sky and shatter the earth?"
"There are two unparalleled strong men, and a battle broke out here not long ago."
"If it is really the battle traces left by warriors fighting against each other, then their cultivation must have exceeded the level of heaven and humans. They are no longer warriors, but have entered the sacred category." Qing Lingxiu said.
Luo Qian exclaimed: "Beyond heaven and humans? Impossible, right? There are existences of this level, all divine dragons have no tail, they can pick stars and step on the moon, burn the sky and cook the sea, and cross the starry sky. Here, two appear at once
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Heavenly beings are called first-class beings, who are the dominant figures with the highest status and strongest strength among human beings.
Beyond the gods, it does not belong to the category of human beings.
As Qing Lingxiu said, that is a sacred category.
In the aftermath of the battle, Lin Ke sensed the aura of his ancestor masters. One of the beings who transcended heaven and earth was probably him.
"This old monk is actually such a terrifying existence? The person he fought against had the aura of a demon, and must be the most powerful person in the Tianlu clan. He must have sensed the aura of that extremely powerful person, and then
Will leave suddenly." Lin Ke secretly thought.
"Listen, there are sounds of fighting, but they are coming from thousands of miles away." Xu Dayu put his left hand on his left ear and said.
In Zhang Ruochen's heart, he was worried about his ancestors.
No matter how strong the old monk's cultivation is, this is the realm of Ala Ming Mountain after all, and it is the territory of Demon Ming. At that time, even the Supreme White Night and the sages of all races did not dare to break in.
If all the strong men of the Yaoming clan were alerted, the consequences would be disastrous.
Hong Chen released his soul, but he did not find the aura of Feng Qing and Qian Hua Zhenren, showing a worried expression.
Qing Lingxiu saw what she was thinking and comforted: "It is very possible that they have sensed the danger in advance and have returned to the broken bronze tower. Let's go, it is too dangerous to stay here, we should go back."
"Boom."
A purple hill with a height of 100 meters flew over from a distance and hit the ancient soul of Pixiu, and was smashed to pieces by its claws.
A burly underworld general hiding behind the purple hill, holding an iron rod, passed through the rubble, and suddenly struck down with the stick. As the iron rod was swung, marks emerged one after another, becoming more and more...
huge.
When the iron rod fell on Pi Xiu, it was already three meters thick in diameter, tens of meters long, and weighed an unknown number of thousands of kilograms.
"Bang."
The right shoulder of the ancient soul Pixiu was shattered into pieces, and the iron rod sank into its soul.
In the other direction, a red fire dragon rushed out from the ground beneath its feet, wrapping around its body and refining its soul with a sweeping force.
Wrapped in flames, Pixiu's soul made a burning sound of "chichi".
A hundred feet away, a gentle and handsome young Yaoming, like a scholar, formed fingerprints on his hands, controlled the fire dragon, and circled around Pixiu's neck.
The third underworld general appeared, holding a bronze tripod and suppressing it to the top of Pi Xiu's head.
Countless brands emerged from the bronze cauldron, which became as heavy as a mountain. The soul weighing down on Pixiu's head seemed to be about to break apart.
The three great underworld generals are all powerful men at the level of earth gods. The aura released from their bodies is thick and domineering. With the cultivation level of Lin Ke and others, it is very difficult to withstand this aura.
No matter how powerful Pixiu was in life, now, after all, he is just a soul. He was instantly attacked by three earth gods and was naturally caught off guard.
Pixiu was so angry that he roared and threw Lin Ke, Xie Zihan, Feng Xiaoqian, Xu Dayu, Ji Wudi, Qing Lingxiu, Hongchen and Luo Qian in his claws.
After having no worries, Pixiu's power fully exploded.
"Crash."
Thousands of thunder and lightning patterns surged out of its body and were released in all directions.
The underworld general holding the cauldron above his head bore the brunt of the attack and was struck by lightning, with half of his body turned black.
The underworld general, who was holding an iron rod in his hand, was hit by lightning on both arms, so he could only abandon the iron rod and run away quickly.
Only the underworld general who controlled the fire dragon avoided the lightning attack and escaped unscathed.
The next moment, the three underworld generals each held a jade card-shaped talisman and attacked again. Each talisman turned into a three-meter-high light shield that could withstand thunder and lightning.
"Bang bang."
In the battle between Pixiu and the three earth gods, the battle circle became larger and larger, and the power that exploded became stronger and stronger.
Lin Ke and others did not dare to stay here any longer and rushed towards the four-color halo under the bodhi tree. If they wanted to escape back to the Broken Bronze Tower immediately, it was best to leave the Alaming Mountain realm immediately.
"It's terrible! An earth god can be the star master of a medium-sized planet. He is a powerful figure in the Taiwei Star Territory, but here, there are so many of them. If he returns to the Taiwei Star Territory alive,
You must never take such a risk again. No matter how great the opportunity is, if you lose your life, it will be in vain." Luo Qian said as he ran away.
Suddenly, Ji Wudi, who was rushing at the front, suddenly stopped.
Luo Qian, who was following closely behind him, almost hit his head on the chicken's butt. He was about to curse when he saw a figure standing in front of him, and his expression changed.
The person blocking their path was none other than General Hirabayashi, who was carrying four ancient swords.
"Escape? Where else can you escape this time?"
Ping Lin Mingjiang's body released a river of demonic energy, which instantly covered the land for several miles and turned into a sea of energy. Luo Qian, Lin Ke and others were all enveloped in the sea of energy.
Suppress it.
Lin Ke only felt that every strand of energy wrapped around his body was like an iron chain, making it very difficult for him to move his fingers.
"Is this the power of a strong man in the earthly realm? He can make a real person unable to fight back without taking any action at all." Lin Ke stared at the four-color halo in the distance, feeling bitter in his heart.
The passage to escape from death is right there.
Very close.
If he were not imprisoned, he would be able to reach it in just one breath.
But now, it's so close to the end of the world, and I'm afraid I'll never get there.