Demon Lord Zikui, transformed into a god-level rat demon!
The powerful pressure of the transformation god came fiercely, and Gu Zheng and Han Rui were trembling like mice after seeing a cat.
This is the suppression of the realm, the insurmountable chasm between Nascent Soul and Transformation God, the crushing of the weak by the strong in the world of cultivating immortals!
At this moment, Gu Zheng regretted it beyond words. If time could go back, he would definitely not listen to the old woman's instigation and embark on a dead end against the Holy Lord.
This is a road full of thorns, no life, and no end in sight!
There was no turning back. The Holy Lord drank the remaining life spirit liquid, which meant that even if the quicksand of time was recovered, he would have no use value.
Dark clouds formed in the palms of the Demon Lord's hands, spinning rapidly around the middle of both hands, spinning faster and faster. The hole in the center quickly expanded from a pinhole to the size of a fist, like the entrance to an abyss, filled with countless terrifying monsters.
The Demon Lord sneered and turned his wrist downwards, and the black clouds slowly floated towards Gu Han and the two of them.
Gu Zheng was in panic! How many years has it been since I saw the Holy Lord’s [Black Death Rotating Cloud]?
As a subordinate of the Demon Lord, he has seen the horror of this swirling cloud more than once in hundreds of years. He has witnessed at least three fifth-level monsters and two human Nascent Souls die under this black cloud. .
It was a tragic death that shattered the soul and shattered the bones into ashes.
It's over.
Just when he was losing all hope, a scream sounded in his ears: "Give it to me, break it!"
But Han Rui's eyes were wide open with anger, her silver teeth were clenched, she opened her mouth and spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood, and then her jade hands danced, a ball of blazing silver-white flames, carrying the power of refining all things, rushed forward fearlessly .
This is the spiritual fire that she has cultivated for hundreds of years. Its power is no less than a top-grade fifth-level magic weapon. It is her trump card and her strongest blow!
This is her desperate fight!
Gu Zheng was both impressed and surprised to see Han Rui get rid of the pressure of the transformed god by injuring himself. At the same time, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a gap in the Demon Lord's pressure, and he could escape!
Almost without thinking, he swung the formation-breaking ax and struck the black cloud with a horizontal blow, but his body turned in another direction, preparing to grease the soles of his feet.
At this moment, Han Rui's flames and Demon Lord's black clouds collided silently.
The cloud quickly swept the flame into the black hole in the center. In an instant, the flame's light was reduced by half, but it was still burning unyieldingly, as if a torch in the cold wind was struggling to release the last of its heat.
The black clouds were blocked, and the rich ink color gradually became lighter and thinner.
Han Rui was so happy that she ignored the boiling magic power in her body and shouted: "The Holy Lord is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, let's fight him!"
This call came at just the right time, pulling Gu Zhenjun back as he almost took half a step forward.
Mud, I will risk my life to live a thousand years of good life in the second half of my life!
Gu Zheng was so daring that he pulled out a purple long sword from the storage ring and threw it with all his strength!
The long sword roared towards the Demon Lord with a long and shrill sound, and exploded the moment it approached the opponent's defensive light barrier!
Explode!
The self-destruction of a fifth-level magic weapon, even a low-grade magic sword that Gu Zheng failed to refine, is as powerful as a blow from the peak of Nascent Soul, enough to cause mountains to collapse and rivers to flow backwards!
Especially in a closed space like Fushouding.
In an instant, dazzling mushroom clouds rose up, and it seemed as if a catastrophe had occurred inside the cauldron. At the center of the explosion, thousands of golden beads that the prisoners had worked hard to knock 3,600 times to fuse were blown up in all directions, hitting various parts of the cauldron wall like cannonballs, leaving behind countless traces of different shades. Dimples.
All the black and white beads at the "tomb" were ejected in this explosion, and most of them were shattered into pieces and scattered like a rain of stones.
As the instigator, Gu Zheng was already on guard, with a golden light shield protecting him from top to bottom; Han Rui was manipulating the bronze mirror, originally preparing to shine it at the Demon Lord, but at the critical moment, he changed the direction, and a ray of yellow light illuminated him The whole body is covered, blocking most of the impact.
Despite this, the enclosed space greatly increased the effect of the explosion several times, and both of their magic weapons had cracks and suffered considerable damage.
"Madman!" Han Rui cursed angrily. However, when his eyes turned to the Demon Lord, the curse immediately turned into surprise.
The Demon Lord was also badly hurt.
On the one hand, he has juniors to protect. The light shield that was shaken to pieces by the magic sword's self-destruction not only did not shrink to reduce the damage, but instead expanded against the trend, wrapping Zi Dou not far behind him in one fell swoop.
The price paid was an output of more than ten times the mana and a huge loss of energy and spirit.
The newly rosy face turned pale in an instant; the shiny black hair also lost its luster in an instant.
"Take another Exploding Pill from me!" Han Rui kept doing nothing, taking out a pill from her arms, flicking her jade finger, and shooting towards the Demon Lord like a meteor chasing the moon.
This thing is said to be a pill, but it might as well be said to be a bomb. However, compared with ordinary bombs, including the explosive powder developed by Yang Zhen, its power is several orders of magnitude greater. This is a treasure she refined after dozens of failures by mixing a special fifth-level spiritual grass with several spiritual plants with conflicting attributes.
"boom!"
In the Fushou Cauldron, where the last mushroom cloud had not completely dissipated, earth-shattering thunder sounded for the second time.
As if playing back in slow motion, the four people once again experienced excruciating suffering. The cracks on Han Rui and Gu Zheng's magical instruments further expanded, while the Demon Lord's face became increasingly pale.
Soon after that, Gu Zheng grabbed another magic weapon from his hand.
As the master of weapon refining in the Mountain Domain, even though the Demon Lord was on strict guard against him, leaving him with only one fifth-level mid-grade magic weapon for offense and defense, but the fifth-level low-grade and fourth-level magic weapons, especially those that failed to be refined, There are a lot of defective products in hand.
He can afford it.
Feeling the aura of this low-grade fifth-level magic weapon, the Demon Lord could no longer bear it, grabbed Zi Dou, and flew out of the giant cauldron.
Once in this vast wilderness, just self-destruction would never be able to hurt him again.
Moreover, Zi Dou, a burden, could stay far away, leaving him to deal with these two rebels alone.
The fifth-level magic weapon turned and whirled down to the ground, while Yao Zun and Zi Dou were already hundreds of feet away from the giant cauldron.
Han Rui was in a hurry and was at a loss for a moment, not knowing whether to chase or run away.
Chasing, I tried my best just now, but it was scarred, but there was nothing that could be done to the Demon Lord. If it weren't for the limitation of space and Zi Dou's drag, the other party wouldn't even be slightly injured.
Escape, just Nascent Soul, how far can you escape in front of the Transformation God who has initially understood the spatial rules of his own world and is good at space movement?
Can this vicious fight continue?
Just when despair almost suffocated her, she saw where the fifth-level magic weapon had fallen, white light flashing, and a curved arch as tall as a person appeared, filled with the power of space.
Without saying a word, Gu Zheng headed towards the ring, leaving behind a black silhouette.
Teleportation disk?
Han Rui was surprised and happy. Seeing that the light of the arch was still bright and dazzling, she understood that the effect of the teleportation array was still there, so she rushed in with a single lunge.
The two quickly disappeared without a trace.
…
"boom!"
The violent force hit the array plate on the ground with overwhelming anger, and the fifth-level magic weapon suddenly broke into countless pieces.
"Ah!" A woman's scream could be heard vaguely, but she didn't know the extent of her injuries.
The Demon Lord stared at the scattered fragments, his face gloomy as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
"Ancestor, let's chase, shall we chase?" Zi Dou asked timidly from behind.
The Demon Lord looked at this junior with disappointment and sighed:
"The fifth-level array has a transmission distance of at least ten thousand miles. I am now..."
Before he finished speaking, movement not far away caught his attention.
It turns out that the battle outside the giant cauldron ended a few breaths ago. Gu Zheng's side, which had more people and stronger combat power, finally won miserably. The remaining two Jindan and seven Zifu are gathering together, looking here in panic.
The Demon Lord's eyes flashed, and with a flick of his finger, a black cloud that was several times weaker than before slowly floated towards the crowd.
The cloud seemed to be moving slowly, but it was getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, it came to everyone, and a black mist enveloped everyone.
After several screams, he died.
…
The Demon Lord put his hands behind his hands and stared at the remains that had turned into ashes, silently.
Zi Dou stood beside him with his hands tied, looking at his ancestor in surprise and uncertainty, not daring to take a breath.
An extremely ominous premonition suddenly came to my mind.
I don’t know how long it took, but the ancestor’s standing body suddenly began to tremble as if out of control. It was relatively slight at first, and then became more and more severe. Just when Zidou stretched out his hand to help, the demon master said “Ah” He screamed and a large mouthful of blood spurted out!
The body slowly fell backwards.
"Old Ancestor—" Zi Dou was horrified and quickly supported him. He saw that this sixth-level demon king's face was now covered with fishnet lines, his eyes were deeply sunken, his eyes were cloudy and dull, and his hair was completely white. .
The body is curled up and the breath is dying. It is not long to die!
"What are you shouting for!" the Demon Lord scolded, his voice low and weak, but still carrying the aura of calmness and self-power. Zidou immediately stopped crying and looked sadly at the old face of his ancestor, unable to help but burst into tears.
"Hey," the Demon Lord's eyes gradually softened: "My child, my ancestor is dead, and you have to rely on yourself from now on. Please listen to me a few words."
"Although you have good qualifications, you have slacked off in your practice. You must not do this again in the future."
"Hey!" Zi Dou responded with tears in his eyes.
"After I die, there will be strange phenomena in the world, and those demon emperors will find out soon. Take my token, quickly go to the treasury to get a few things, and then find a place to concentrate on Cultivation, don’t come out until the late fifth level!”
"yes."
"Third..." After the Demon Lord explained a few more words, his breath became weaker and weaker, and the fire of life was quickly leaving him.
"Help me sit up," he said at last.
Zi Dou carefully supported him. This great demon, who had been practicing for five thousand years, sat on the ground, raised his head to the sky, and his yellow eyes were filled with thoughts, relief, and a bit of dissatisfaction.
"Ah -" He suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, stretched out his hand a little, and a dazzling red light hit the sky, drawing a long shadow, and suddenly exploded in the sky, with thunderous thunder that resounded through the sky.
"God, why do you want to trap me in this world but refuse to give me another thousand years!"
"I have great qualifications, but I'm stuck here. I haven't been able to make any progress for three thousand years!"
"Huang Ji, let me fuck your mother!"
"I hate it so much!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the supreme being of the demon world who had ruled the mountain domain for three thousand years suddenly passed away!
…
Jipin Empire, somewhere in the wilderness.
There was a flash of light, and two figures covered in blood fell down one after another.
Gu Zheng got up first, and the woman behind him was taking a pill, closing her eyes and regulating her breath.
Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and he finally raised his hand towards the woman: "Master Han, I have used up both teleportation array disks. Even if the Demon Lord chases me from this distance, he will definitely not arrive in an instant, so why not You and I will part ways and run for our lives!"
"Wait a minute!" Han Rui shouted: "Master Gu, before we say goodbye, can you tell the truth, did you take away the quicksand of time?"
Gu Zheng turned around in shock: "Master Han, I always thought you were the one who did it? Could it be that this matter has nothing to do with you?"
Han Rui shook her head affirmatively.
The two looked at each other. If it wasn't them, who could it be?
"It's strange," Gu Zheng mumbled, "I inspected the Fushou Cauldron three days ago. At that time, the quicksand of time was still inside. After that, I didn't leave even half a step..."
"Are you sure it was still spiritual sand at that time and not some obsidian or white sandstone?" Han Rui asked.
"certainly."
"I understand." Han Rui suddenly understood. For a moment, she felt mixed emotions in her heart. The thing she was looking for was hidden there!
And right under her nose, a change of fate was completed!
hateful!
"Master Han, what do you understand?" Gu Zheng asked curiously.
Han Rui was about to speak, but suddenly her eyes narrowed and she looked at the sky above her head.
I saw that the sky was cloudless just now, but suddenly there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder.
A bolt of lightning like a golden arrow shot to the earth from the dense clouds. In an instant, huge raindrops poured down, and traces of white air lingered in the rain. All kinds of grass and trees sprouted from the fields in early winter and grew against the trend.
Han Rui's nose twitched, and she was shocked to discover that the white air was actually spiritual energy, pure spiritual energy!
Visions of heaven and earth!
how so?
The vision continued, and not long after, there were rustling sounds everywhere, and countless rats emerged from the ground, wailing and hissing in front of the crackling rain, and some even passed out with blood bleeding from the corners of their mouths.
mouse? Rat demon!
Han Rui suddenly realized it, and a burst of ecstasy surged into her heart——
This is the celestial phenomenon of the fallen god!
"Master Gu——" she stopped the old man and laughed maniacally: "We don't have to run away! Zikui, old man Zikui, that rat demon who has been weighing on us for hundreds of years, he is dead, dead!" Hey, we’re going to kill him, hahaha——”
…
At this moment, not only in the Mountain Domain, but also in the other two continents of Zhenyu Realm, strange phenomena of heaven and earth appeared.
In the Zhou Kingdom of the Eastern Region, inside a tall earth-yellow tower.
The white-faced, beardless, middle-aged Taoist monk was meditating attentively on the top of the tower. Suddenly, with a "huh" sound, his eyes opened, and with a flash of light in his eyes, he quickly got up from the ground and hurried outside.
The thunder is rolling and the rain is falling.
Spiritual energy overflows and all things thrive.
The rats were raging and wailing all over the field.
"It turns out to be Zikui," the middle-aged Taoist priest sighed, with a hint of loneliness on his face: "Hey, we have lost another old friend!"
He looked up at the cloudy sky and remained silent for a long time.
The kind-hearted face slowly turned gloomy.
…
The Western Region, the far north, is full of snow-capped mountains.
"boom!"
The landslide and the ground cracked, and a snow hill more than ten feet high, shaped like a mausoleum, exploded. A gray figure jumped up from it and stood suspended in mid-air.
This was a bald man with a fierce face. He looked up at the thundering sky with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
"Strange, when will it rain in this extremely cold place like ours?"
"Such pure spiritual energy..."
He pinched his fingers, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes widened, and a fierce light appeared:
"Zikui, you old man is finally dead, haha!"
"Everything comes to life when a whale falls. Our world doesn't like us at all! Look, after you die, God rains heavily, but it's actually a celebration! Hahaha!"
Smiling, he suddenly became manic. He waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword light suddenly went away and exploded in the snow-capped mountains thousands of feet away.
The earth-shattering sound immediately caused a large-scale avalanche, and the roaring and rumbling sounds were endless.
The big man was filled with anger and struck out with his sword again, the light of the sword shooting straight into the sky:
"God, if you don't welcome us, why do you trap us here?"
"ah--"
ps: There is one last chapter in this volume.
