Tease the Heavens

In Lingxi Valley.

The green light pierced through the thick fog, like an arrow heading straight into the mountainside, and the layers of stones could not stop it in the slightest, as if it had passed through the water and fell straight into it.

On the billowing hot magma, most of the tall green lotus rooted in it was basically dyed a strange ink color, in a state of half blue and half black.

The black part is like a flawless black jade, the cold and oppressive oppressive oppression like darkness radiates from it, and the other part of the cyan lotus has a revival-like rich vitality and its chambers, blending with each other. , dissipate each other.

The incomparably hot flames burned from the bottom, causing the stone wall to melt and fall off, but it couldn't stain the lotus body. The huge, deep purple lotus flower on it, with long and wide petals, had already bloomed.

The fragrant and fragrant fragrance directly makes people feel the spirit of the ethereal air, pure and clear, not stained with dust, just like the first birth when the heaven and earth first opened, spreading from the lotus to all directions.

If it wasn't blocked by the continuous influx of mist, the smell might have spread beyond the mountainside, perhaps thousands of miles away.

On the lotus body, the black and the cyan are like two armies fighting at this moment, and they have already fought to the fullest. When one side shows a slight decline, they will expel or devour the other side.

The figure in Tsing Yi inside the lotus body seemed to be obscured by the hazy air, so he couldn't see clearly, but the posture of sitting quietly with his eyes closed, it seemed that even if the heavens pressed down, it couldn't make a ripple.

However, the speckled black spots had spread on his body like ink stains, spreading from the ancient clothes all the way to his neck. When he looked at him in a trance, he felt that he was old and dying, filled with a cold and deadly censured breath.

Threads of gray-black airflow penetrated in from the outside little by little, and immediately wrapped around the figure in Tsing Yi, like maggots on the tarsus, along his skin, nostrils, lips, ears... pervasively trying to penetrate deeper.

Another figure in white clothes and black hair fell half a step in front of the cyan figure, and one foot had already stepped into it, half-empty and half-solid, as if to merge with the cyan figure, but there was an invisible wall that prevented him from continuing. Go forward, let him be like a quagmire.

The remaining half of Ji Jiu's soul is now extremely weak, and even his face can't be kept clear, only vague outlines can be seen, but he doesn't care, and has been trying to swallow the broken soul in front of him.

However, as long as he gets a little closer, he will feel like a karmic fire coming to his body and a thunderbolt falling on his body, as if what he wants to swallow is not a divine soul, but a thunder pool, a group of fire, a **** standing in the sky, and all laws cannot invade , All evils retreat.

In the haze, Ji Jiu even saw thousands of merits and virtues surrounding him, gods and Buddhas sang praises, demons screamed miserably, and hundreds of millions of people bowed and worshipped, as fanatical as believers.

"It seems that the difficulty of this matter is still greatly underestimated."

"The spirit that Niehuojing Qinglian was just born has been swallowed by me. As long as you are careful, no one should come to disturb it. Presumably this person also has such a plan. When he wakes up, he will swallow or assimilate Qinglian. The spirit, replace it."

"However, what kind of identity he was before he was alive, his power is far beyond what I have seen. Just this wisp of breath that has remained for an unknown time is so terrifying, it makes me unbearable, and my soul is torn apart."

"If you let him wake up, the consequences are simply unimaginable."

Ji Jiu didn't know what the reason was that kept this spirit in a deep sleep, and even now faced the risk of being swallowed up, he never woke up.

Maybe it was because he experienced a war and almost died, but now he doesn't seem to have recovered to the point of waking up, but that's just right, it can save him a lot of effort.

At this time, Ji Jiu also felt that the other half of his soul had vanished, completely disappeared from this world, as if it had never appeared before, which made him sigh and his eyes darkened a bit.

"This is the end of the matter, and there is no way out."

"If you fail, then you will follow in the footsteps and disappear..."

"This world is so interesting... I haven't lived enough yet. I'm really unwilling to die like this."

Ji Jiu has lived for thousands of years, not counting the time when his soul was wounded and sleeping, he is an old monster. His determination is as strong as a rock, and what he believes cannot be shaken even if he is destroyed.

What's more, it's not that far yet.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his heart, Ji Jiu no longer hesitated, his eyes narrowed, and the phantom of the soul suddenly violently turbulent, like a layer of paper that was smashed, with all kinds of fine lines on it, all the way along the head. Spreading to the body and limbs, it seems that if you touch it a little... it will shatter.

"I will use this body to sacrifice to the fire of my soul, and to disperse your hundreds of millions of merits and virtues."

With a chuckle in his heart, the dark purple light in Ji Jiu's eyes was so intense that it seemed to devour this boundless world.

The dazzling blue flames ignited from Ji Jiu's feet for no reason at the next moment, and passed over his ankles, climbing up his body like a group of snakes, winding up, making the already vague ghost shadow of the soul even more dim. The flames collapsed layer by layer... scattered into countless light spots.

How painful it is for the soul fire to stick to the body, not to mention that it is the soul that is burning now, and the sensitivity of the soul is millions of times better than that of the body, so at the moment when the soul fire is wrapped around, Ji Jiu's face is instantly hideous, and then there is a bang. The sound was scattered into dust.

Now Ji Jiu finally realized the feelings of those warriors who were devoured by his soul fire. Life is not as easy as death, not to mention that the soul cannot be numb, the pain will always be imprinted in it, tortured all the time. Until the soul is broken and returned to heaven and earth.

This kind of torment, every breath is like a thousand years.

Invisibly, Ji Jiu screamed in pain, "Ah..."

The voice gradually died down, the flames continued to cast off, circling in a circle to form a scorching sky, and then turned into a blurred human face. The human face was huge and boundless, all made of flames. submerged in it.

The human face fell in the air, looking down at the cyan figure. Compared with the two, it was like a giant elephant and an ant, but on the cyan figure, there was a majestic and immovable mountain and a deep mountain, which could not be violated!

"Whirring whirring……"

The next moment, the human face suddenly opened its huge mouth, which was also huge and boundless, like a dark bottomless abyss, and then swallowed it at the figure in Tsing Yi.

Immediately, thousands of dazzling rays of light burst out from the face, which can no longer be called rays of light, it is sword light, sharp and straight, towering and sturdy, it is difficult to imagine how that tiny body like an ant could do this. spectacle.

Wan Dao’s sword light exploded in an instant, directly piercing the face, and tearing it to shreds with ease, but the next moment, the face was reorganized again, and it opened its huge mouth and swallowed it…

I don't know how many times it goes back and forth.

The figure gradually became dejected, almost unsustainable, and the black ink stained on his body suddenly distorted, spreading frantically, covering most of the figure's body in an instant.

At first glance, it was like being scooped out of an ink tank.

The huge human face in the air seized this opportunity, and its huge mouth opened violently, the world seemed to be permanently plunged into darkness in an instant, and the human figure was swallowed in one bite.

"retreat!"

"retreat!"

"retreat!"

……

Ji Jiu was in a trance for a while, and felt that there was someone whispering in his ear. The voice was majestic and heavy, as if coming from across time and space~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to force him back.

You can let him go back, it doesn't exist.

The next moment, Ji Jiu's face disappeared, and the blue flames fell overwhelmingly, suddenly wrapping the figure in Tsing Yi, and in the sound of chi chi... It began to slowly burn and refine from the outside to the inside.

At this moment, the eyes of the figure in Tsing Yi seemed to be about to open, but suddenly the flames came over it again, covering even its face, scorchingly burning, and returning to tranquility, the figure seemed to let out a long sigh, Stop struggling.

Only then did Ji Jiu smile, and he closed his eyes and began to digest and absorb his memory, but in the next instant, the scene that appeared in his mind completely shocked Ji Jiu. With his years of experience and mood, it seemed unbelievable at this time. , his face was cloudy for a while.

He once guessed the identity of this figure, but he didn't dare to think about that person. Why didn't he dare? It wasn't because Ren Zu was too far away from him.

After all, he was a figure from the ancient times. He was respected by the Parkson world, and the human race was called the ancestor. His name and story are still sung in the folklore.

"The ancestors of the human race cared about the suffering of the human race. They cultivated morality and mobilized the army. They managed the five qi and the five arts, soothed the people, saved the four directions, taught the bears and tigers, opened up a battlefield of hundreds of tribes in Mount Tai, buried the five emperors and destroyed the seven emperors, and became the ancestor of the Taoist. , later also known as the Emperor of Thailand."

Many books in the world are recorded in this way. Ji Jiu heard the name of the ancestor Ji Qinglian when he was in the world. No one knows the three words in the thirty-six regions and seventy-two states of Parkson.

However, the secrets about Ren Zu were all seen in the ancient manuscripts. Moreover, at that time, Ren Zu was also a figure from the early Ji Jiu for tens of thousands of years. For him, he was far away, and they all said that he had already died.

Now, I am suddenly shocked to hear the fact that the ancestors of human beings are not dead, and there is still a wisp of broken soul that has continued as a fire, and I am really terrified.

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