Seeing the effect of Lord Shura's skills, Zhuang Wuming instantly understood the power of Hong Ling's current field.
The more creatures this sea of blood swallows, the stronger it becomes.
The gathered power will be stronger, and it will be very easy to challenge levels.
It is simply a powerful method like a bug. As long as you accumulate knowledge, Hongling will become a trump card.
"It's really terrifying. This realm of Buddha and Demon seems to have evolved to a deeper level, incorporating the power of thinking and giving birth to rules."
Boom boom boom
The ground was shaking, and an army of black Yakshas surged in from all directions, their number reaching an astonishing thousands.
Each one has killing power, and the leader is a fourth-level purgatory extraordinary yaksha.
It is three meters tall, has two wings on its back, and holds a black iron gun in its hand.
His whole body was filled with endless black air, the breath from hell, which was very terrifying.
Zhuang Wuming frowned, "How could the Yaksha from the Eighteenth Level of Hell appear here?"
After looking at Hongling, Zhuang Wuming turned around and walked out, intercepting the group of yakshas.
Hong Ling is about to enter the fifth level. This is a good helper. Naturally, he cannot watch her being interrupted.
But at this moment, Hongling's voice remembered, "No need, I'll do it."
As soon as the words fell, a blood-golden light passed by Zhuang Wuming and rushed towards Yaksha in front.
"open"
The leader's Yaksha roared angrily, and endless black energy appeared on the bodies of thousands of Yakshas, gathering in the air.
The black energy turned into an illusory and huge Yaksha phantom, possessing the Yaksha leader.
The leader of Yaksha raised his hand and waved, and the Yaksha in his hand turned into a huge iron spear ten meters long and struck down at the red caltrop shrouded in red gold light.
Hong Ling's expression remained unchanged, and a field covering a fifty-meter radius shrouded down, a sea of blood surged in the sky, and the sky was full of Buddha's light and chanting.
"The realm of Buddha and demons, the endless sea of blood, the transition to bliss."
Rumble
With a muffled sound, the black iron gun in the domain rushed into the sea of blood with great power.
But then, the sea of blood rolled, submerging the iron gun, and endless gold poured into it crazily.
Visible to the naked eye, the iron gun shrank rapidly and turned into ashes.
And Hongling also rushed into the Yaksha army formation with invincible majesty.
The Buddha's light of the blood sea enveloped all the Yakshas within the scope, and they were transformed into Lord Shura with just one breath.
The Yaksha army was invaded by Hong Ling and was destroyed. Under the golden light of the sea of blood, there was no room for resistance.
Even a fourth-level purgatory-level Yaksha is useless under this sea of blood.
As soon as Hong Ling pointed at it, a golden Buddha's shadow walked out of the golden light and slapped him on the body.
The terrifying power directly pressed it into the sea of blood.
No matter how much ghost energy he unleashes, he can't resist the erosion of the sea of blood.
It was swallowed up completely in the screams.
Without the Yaksha leader, the Yaksha army launched a crazy attack like lambs.
But their attacks are all weak, and they are as ridiculous as toys in front of the realm.
Swept by seas of blood, they eventually became Lord Shura swimming in the sea of blood.
The power of thousands of Shura Lords was integrated into Hongling's domain, and the huge power expanded the coverage of the domain by one-third.
This change made Zhuang Wuming feel a little shocked by her power.
In the future, her power will be increased several times or hundreds of times because of this characteristic.
In terms of pure combat power, her growth rate will probably exceed that of Zhuang Wuming.
After dealing with these Shura, Hong Ling looked at Zhuang Wuming with a strange look on his face.
"Why, are there flowers on my face?"
Hongling twitched her lips, "There are no flowers, only pockmarks."
Zhuang Wuming shrugged and smiled, "What's going on? He looks weird."
Hong Ling's expression turned solemn, "I saw something in the memories of these yakshas."
With a twitching brow, Zhuang Wuming said, "What's going on."
"These Yakshas are from the underworld. They come from the ghost town of Fengdu, a mountain city."
"What are they here for?"
"I don't know. I can only see the pictures in their memories. The Yakshas of the underworld are building a mysterious magic circle in the ancient town of Luodai a few kilometers away."
"Magic circle, what magic circle?"
"I don't know. Want to take a look?"
Zhuang Wuming thought for a moment and said, "Go, of course."
"If you kill this group of yakshas, maybe they will be alerted."
"Let's go see what's going on first and then make plans."
"After all, this is the territory of Rongcheng. People from the underworld come here and are still in Luodai Ancient Town. This is very problematic."
The two of them used their own methods to escape in the direction of Luodai Ancient Town.
Luodai Ancient Town is an ancient tourist town near Rongcheng.
After development, it attracts many tourists every day.
But after the dream world gradually invaded, human beings struggled every day to survive, and the tourism industry dropped suddenly.
Luodai Ancient Town, like various tourist attractions, has also declined.
After the catastrophe, it was directly abandoned and turned into ruins.
It has long become an uninhabited no man's land.
Zhuang Wuming was very curious as to why the underworld would choose an abandoned town to deploy its methods.
In just ten minutes, Zhuang Wuming and Hongling had quietly arrived near Luodai Ancient Town.
There are many trees growing here. As the energy of the earth increases, various trees grow very rapidly.
There are also many giant trees that are more than ten meters high. The two of them are hidden in the woods and are difficult to find.
Although Yaksha was patrolling, there was no trace of the two of them.
The ancient town of Luodai seems to have completely returned to its original state before it was destroyed.
There are many buildings with the flavor of various eras, almost the same as in the past.
Many Yakshas are busy in the ancient town. They bury strange black formation flags or wooden stakes deep into the ground.
Every time a formation flag or wooden stake is buried, wisps of dreamlike mist will float out.
As the fog rises, the ancient town of Luodai becomes more illusory.
It's as weird as if it exists, but also as if it doesn't exist.
Hong Ling looked at this scene and said, "Why does it look like we are going to build a base?"
"They want to stay here permanently? This is the sphere of influence of various factions in Shushan."
"Is the underworld going to start a war?"
Zhuang Wuming shook his head, "I don't know, but it won't be a good thing."
At this moment, Zhuang Wuming's face suddenly turned cold.
He saw a person. Although he didn't know this person, he saw something familiar in him.