Above the waves of the East China Sea, on an island similar to China, the monsters imitated the Chinese system and built a city-state.
The ministers in the country are divided into civil and military officials, and the subjects in various places are divided into neighbors.
Among them, the king of the country is a violent ape demon king, surrounded by black mist, making it difficult for people to see his true face. However, when the black mist dissipates, you can also see that it is wearing an emperor's crown and a nine-dragon robe, and it looks luxurious and domineering.
However, at this moment, it has lost all its previous pomp and circumstance, and some of it is just panicked.
In the original majestic hall, there is a bright lamp, which is a treasure. It ignites the vitality of heaven and earth, which can cause the spirits here to inhale and exhale faster, thereby greatly increasing their cultivation.
But now this bright light has suddenly dimmed by a third. The light originally looked like a tiger's head, but now it looks like a leopard's head at most.
"Your Majesty, is there something wrong with the 'Aura Lamp'?!"
There were many demon kings among the ministers, and they asked questions one by one.
"No! No! The spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth has been cut away. This is not a reduction, nor is it someone draining the spiritual energy. It is erasing or transferring. From now on, the world will be missing this spiritual energy, and it will never be replenished.
There will be no more increases.”
"ah?!"
"Your Majesty, how is this possible?! Who in the Three Realms can have such ability? I'm afraid even if the Heavenly Lord is here, there will be nothing he can do?!"
The black fog surrounding the violent ape suddenly dissipated, revealing a ferocious and frightened ape's head. While its canine teeth were exposed, it reluctantly showed awe in its eyes.
"How could I not know... But all of this has already happened. This can only mean that the worst thing has happened..."
When all the black mist dissipated, Baoyuan's entire image was revealed, and he turned out to be the "Third Prince of Witchcraft" who had committed two crimes in Wuchao County.
It suddenly whispered: "Father, what should I do? What should I do with this irresistible force?"
However, the "Water Monkey Great Sage" who was supposed to respond to his whispers never appeared.
The connection in the bloodline was unexpectedly blocked.
This shocked the "Third Prince Wu": "No! My father is in trouble——"
This is the connection between the bloodline of a generation of demon emperors. To be blocked, it must be a powerful and ferocious force. It has no fear of the demon emperor, and even has the invincible belief of trampling on the demon emperor.
"Taiyi Zhengfa! Ten Thousand Waters Tracking——"
The violent ape suddenly grew bigger, formed seals with both palms, and slapped it on the ground.
A huge formation appeared, and the blood vessels in the arms were pumping continuously. Blood flowed into the formation, forming a blood pool. The blood pool turned into a mirror, and it traveled upstream from the East China Sea to the Huai River, and then further explored.
At the bottom of Huai River, a scene shocked the ape.
All I saw was a pitiful and helpless little ape, curled up into a ball with its knees in its arms, as if sleeping there.
"Father--"
It tried to cast a spell, but it was useless. No matter how much mana was projected into it, it would be absorbed.
It's not that the mana has no effect, it's that the mana has been neutralized and swallowed up.
A mysterious power is covering the little ape in the water. This power makes the "Third Prince Wu" extremely frightened. He even saw a picture, and each picture was different.
Some are murals, some are silk paintings, some are pottery inscriptions...
Simple lines describe a simple story.
There was a demon emperor who caused trouble in the Huai River. The human emperor tied the demon emperor with chains, and then used the "Dinghai Shenzhen Iron" to suppress him in the Huai River.
The Demon King never gave up. Every once in a while, he would jump up and down in an attempt to break free from the chains and escape from the Huai River.
It cannot escape after all, but its jumps also stir up the waves of the Huai River.
This is how the Huaihe River floods every once in a while.
The story is so simple and unremarkable, but for the "Third Prince Wu", it was like a thunderbolt.
"No! No! Father, father -"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please take care of your immortal body——"
The ministers tried to persuade each other, but the "Third Prince Wu" panicked and shouted: "It's over, it's over, my father has been completely banned and will never see the light of day again. It's over, it's over..."
A generation of demon emperor was sealed in a story.
As long as there are people alive, the story will still be circulated. It is a myth, and the monsters in the myth will never see the light of day. When their lifespan runs out, they will never be reincarnated.
Even if they are alive, they can only live in stories and legends now.
At the same time, Xia Shi's army, which was marching south, started to suffer chaos halfway through its march.
Many of the peak ghosts and immortals had their magic power reduced by 30% out of thin air.
They can still sense this 30% of the mana, but they cannot use it.
Because their mana limit was forcibly reduced by 30%.
At the same time, many powerful beings in the realm of gods also acted out one after another, some were angry, some were lamenting, some were unwilling, some were manic, but they all made their choices.
At the foot of the Kunlun Mountains, gods gathered together, various "star fields" appeared out of thin air, and all the gods and powers that had been missing in the past appeared.
They no longer stay in the human world, but will embark on the road to heaven and return to the fairyland.
Even though he was the "God of Calamity", he also lamented, and then led the crowd to Kunlun.
At this moment, Kunlun was extremely lively. After all, all those immortals and powerful figures who had not been seen for thousands of years had actually appeared.
"Chaos, are you still stubborn?"
Wei Hao's voice suddenly rang out. He stood by the river and was rowing alone at the mouth of Chaohu Lake. The waves were rising and falling. There was no fish monster to serve as a tracker, and no dragon king to serve as a horse.
The small boat under my feet is just an ordinary fishing boat. It has no aura or magic.
"You are making an enemy of the heavens! You are a great demon on earth——"
"Grand Master Dijiang" no longer had the same magnanimity as before. He was in a state of confusion and was just like a common man shouting curses.
"Hahahahahaha..."
Wei Hao laughed proudly, "Chaos, you worthless waste, killing you is just a piece of cake. Where is your previous pride? Where is your extraordinary magic power that you think can surpass mortals? Without the foundation of the human world, your flying sky
Escape is nothing but a dream."
Wei Hao held a sword in his hand, struck the water and shouted: "Let you have ghosts and demons, you are nothing without people!"
"There's still enough time-"
"Master Di Jiang" shouted, "The whole army is listening to the order. This is a life-or-death situation. Only by fighting to the death with Wei Ni can we have a chance of survival. Otherwise, the more powerful our supernatural powers are, the more serious it will be to hide from the world."
…”
"hehe."
Wei Hao chuckled lightly, wielding his sword like an oar, the boat sailed without wind, crossing Chao Lake, leaving a white trail. At first glance, the trail really looked like a white dragon.
People along the coast who saw this scene thought that this was the lake god's trip, and some students with outstanding literary talents also wrote poems and sang.
It's just that after poems and poems are written down, they are just a talking point for literati, traders, and common people. Ordinary people also know that this is an elegant taste, and there is nothing magical about it.
When the army of "Emperor Jiang Taishi" attacked again, the changes in the army were even more drastic. Every five miles, monsters returned to the mountains and rivers; every ten miles, spirits appeared in their original form and escaped in all directions.
"There is a short pavilion for five miles, and a long pavilion for ten miles. They are all places for travelers to stop and rest."
Wei Hao's voice was neither urgent nor slow, but it seemed to ring directly in the ears of countless people, and also seemed to ring in the hearts of countless non-human beings.
Since it is a place for people to rest and shelter from the wind and rain, there may be snakes, insects, rats and ants, but there are definitely no demons, ghosts and monsters.