Then he saw the ancestor of the "Five Plagues", his palm raised, pointing at Zhan Wuji not far away.
Green, yellow, red, red, white, black, five-color smoke emerges from nothingness!
The mist is intertwined, forming skulls as thick as fingers, intertwined with each other, like a huge net, with boundless screams, shrouding Zhan Wuji!
Zhan Wuji's voice instantly became cold and majestic: "Ni!"
At this moment, the rules of the entire world changed.
The colorful smoke net of the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" suddenly froze in mid-air, making it impossible to move forward or retreat.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The sharp blade cut through the sky, blood spattered, and cold blade light shot out from Zhan Wuji's blade.
In an instant, the red sky was like a tide, with sparkling waves, sword light, and a howling chill, as if a huge wave swept towards the ancestor of the "Five Plagues".
The old Taoist "Five Plagues" stood in the void, his gray robe flying, and he made a simple hand seal.
The color of the sword light directed at him suddenly became darker, from red to crimson, like blood that had lost its life. Under the dim sky, it was almost pitch black. The sword light stagnated for a moment, and then everything collapsed!
The dark red tide, like a mountain, swept away in all directions.
The old "Five Plagues" pinched a seal again. Zhan Wuji suddenly felt his eyes numb, and red hairs grew out of his eyes, exuding a cold and dry smell. He could not see things for the time being. These red hairs, from It started in his eyes and quickly spread to all parts of his body.
In just the blink of an eye, Zhan Wuji's entire body was wrapped in thick red hair, making him look like a wild beast.
Coldness, madness, resentment, violence... were surging crazily in his mind, as if they were going to crush all his rationality and emotions, turning him into a bloodthirsty beast!
With the blessing of the Mo Dao Qingxian Technique, Zhan Wuji's momentum once again climbed to a new level, almost on the verge of transcending the tribulation!
Feeling the boundless killing and madness tumbling in his mind, a trace of ferocious blood appeared in his pupils. As soon as his mind changed, countless fine symbols appeared in his pupils, and instantly the monstrous light appeared in his eyes. Swallowed by the killing intention, the whole person's aura became a little stronger.
This is the nightmare curse!
Taking advantage of this gap, he immediately calmed down, ignoring his wounds, forming seals with his hands, and murmuring: "Everyone..."
Before Zhan Wuji could finish his sentence, he felt a sense of extreme danger, as if it was a matter of life and death. In an instant, without hesitation, he slashed down with the Nine Soul Sword.
Clang!
The loud sound of metal collision spread around like water waves, and the space was twisted and shattered in circles. Zhan Wuji felt a majestic force coming from the Nine Soul Sword, making his arms numb. At this time, His eyes could no longer see anything, but his mental consciousness still clearly felt that where the Nine Soul Sword struck was the five-color snare that he had frozen using the "reverse" method!
If he had activated his magical power again just now, I am afraid that he would be firmly trapped in this heaven and earth net!
Zhan Wuji suddenly frowned. The attack speed of the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" was too fast, and he had to use all his strength to resist the opponent's attack. He even had no time to transform into Mo Lilan and use his magical powers. No!
This is the crushing of realms!
It must be seriously injured!
Only by stimulating the power of [The Last God] to a level that is close to that of an immortal, can he have a chance to win!
As soon as the thought flashed, Zhan Wuji's voice became ethereal: "Everyone!"
Countless replicas of the ancestral sword reappeared in mid-air. The blades were as cold as ice, and the silver scales flowed like rushing rivers.
The sword rivers all fell together, like a waterfall, but this time, its target was not the ancestor of the "Five Plagues", but Zhan Wuji himself!
Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee…
A sharp sound came out, and then blood splashed out, turning into flesh and blood flying all over the sky. In just a moment, Zhan Wuji was injured by his own rules, and his life force was consumed crazily. Dissipating until it completely disappears.
However, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds!
At this moment, the robe on his body squeaked, and the sleeves expanded to the limit. A new force surged out of his body. The momentum of his body surged, as if he had broken through an insurmountable gap and reached The tribulation period!
There isn't much time left!
If this continues, it only takes a few breaths, otherwise, he will really be killed by himself!
Zhan Wuji immediately looked up at the ancestor of the "Five Plagues". In an instant, an unparalleled and terrifying sword energy shot straight into the sky!
The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" looked at Zhan Wuji's aura, which suddenly skyrocketed. It was almost the same as his strength at the moment, and his expression was not moved at all. This kind of temporary surge in cultivation is not a way to survive the catastrophe after all!
However, the spells performed by this young man were extraordinary.
However, just when he wanted to take action again.
"boom!"
A deafening thunder sounded, and a thick purple lightning pierced the sky, splitting the sky in half.
In the dark calamity clouds, thunder flashed like a vast ocean, and the power of the sky was overwhelming, as if it was going to completely resolve this calamity!
The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" was furious when he saw this. He had clearly interrupted Zhan Wuji's method. Why is this calamity not over yet? !
Oops!
This Dao Tribulation is a battle of life and death again and again!
He had reached the realm of transcending tribulation more than a thousand years ago. Seventy-seven years later, he experienced his first tribulation. At that time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared. He still remembers this scene clearly!
At that time, he was already dying. He had used up almost all his means, all his trump cards, all his accumulation... Only then could he survive!
In the next few times, the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" fought hard to get hurt in order to survive this catastrophe.
Several times, if he hadn't been lucky enough, he might have died!
After each tribulation, he would retreat to a secret place.
The nine major sects have a long history, and each secret place is passed down from generation to generation, which is of great help to practitioners.
With the resources provided by the sect, he will be able to recover as before in more than a hundred years.
Wait for the injury to heal, consolidate the realm, and then prepare for hundreds of years to survive the next Tao tribulation.
Therefore, if you want to postpone the catastrophe that occurs every seventy-seven years to one hundred and fifty years, or even two hundred years, that is enough!
And this time, it’s less than a hundred years!
The injuries he sustained during the Dao Tribulation have not fully recovered yet!
Thinking of this, the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" immediately took out a bronze bell from his arms, which was as big as a head.
