Floating in the air, Zhang Wenfeng looked at the cracked and collapsed mountain tops below. The mud and rocks collapsed suddenly, and other mountain tops collapsed one after another, one after another, and soon they became connected, starting from the Shuling Mountains and spreading to all sides. In just half a word, it spread hundreds of miles away.
The yellow sand and dust were billowing, and the terrifying aura of destruction and destruction brought about by the apocalyptic disaster in the secret realm made his hair stand on end.
He was surrounded by a layer of enchantment flowing with bronze luster. Three hundred feet away, black and golden flames were burning on the edge of the giant human-faced drum. The candle-yin drum circled around him in a large circle, dragging the long flame residue. The shadow makes a very rhythmic and shocking drum sound of "dong, dong, dong".
Zhang Wenfeng raised his left hand to feel the underworld ring on his index finger. He could vaguely detect the existence of the underworld. It was very weak and intermittent. It seemed that as the collapse of the secret realm began, the isolation would soon be completely broken. .
The dust covered the sky and the sun suddenly became dark.
Countless fiery red magma suddenly spewed out from the cracks in the mud and stone. With the vibration of the drum, the magma that rushed toward him turned into a gorgeous fire rain about thirty feet away, and poured down one after another.
A purple-black thunder came out of thin air and struck Zhang Wenfeng who was doing nothing. The drums continued to ring, and the air twisted and vibrated slightly. It could not completely block the power of the world-destroying thunder. There was still a thunder light as big as a baby's fist that struck suddenly. On the brilliant bronze ripples.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was holding up a three-foot barrier, was blown down more than ten feet. He quickly made a seal with his left hand to eliminate the impact of the Tribulation Thunder on the Soul-Suppressing Hall, then staggered back to the original height.
Dots of purple-black thunder splashed in the dim sky, drawing arcs of light.
"Mr. Zhang, be careful. Wan Lan, who has lost the restraint of the secret realm, will take the opportunity to use the power of heaven to attack."
Mo Shu's reminder came from the drum beat.
There was a burst of thunder from far and near, and the ground was filled with criss-crossing ravines of magma. Strong winds blew up, causing the barrier to ripple with light waves. Zhang Wenfeng was already immersed in a calm state of mind, controlling the bronze lamp and heavy weapon to resolve the extraordinary world-destroying wind. . He had observed True Lord Merlin's Yin Shen tribulation from a distance before. The power of heaven and earth gave him a much better feeling than the power of the world-destroying God at this time. However, the scope of the world-destroying tribulation in the secret realm was extremely wide and varied. The complexity is not comparable to that of Ascension Little Thunder Tribulation. This experience is a rare tempering experience for him.
Three purple-black lightning strikes hit his head in succession. After being blocked by the sound of drums, Guanzhu Zhang wavered the barrier to eliminate the remaining lightning attacks one by one. Compared with the embarrassing situation he encountered the first time, this time he was only knocked down seven to eight feet.
Suddenly, a drum sound seemed to explode near the ears. It was extremely penetrating and instantly broke through the air and exploded several miles away diagonally above.
The evil voice of the weapon spirit came: "So what about the two important weapons of the small world? At the critical moment, I will hold you for a while, and you just wait to be buried in the turbulence of the void. Huh, if you don't drink the toast, you will have to drink the fine wine. If you dare to go against me, I will make your success fall short."
The giant human-faced drum roared and circled around Guanzhu Zhang, and the black and golden flames formed an afterimage.
Mo Shu's voice came out clearly from the sound of drums: "Wan Lan, you don't even think about having a chance to succeed, just wait until you perish in the darkness of the sea."
Magma erupted below, the wind cut through the air like a knife, and purple and black thunder struck down from time to time. Zhang Wenfeng silently felt the ring of dark energy again, and it was still close. He calmly diffused the drums and weakened many of the attacks, listening to the sound of the weapon spirit coming from the distance.
"Leave that carp spirit to me. Let all grudges be forgotten. I will never stop you from escaping to this world."
Qi Ling suppressed the panic in his heart and made a condition that they would not pull each other to death together. He completely lost his sense of the little carp, which meant that the little carp died in the catastrophe, and he could not get the little carp's soul. This was an accident that he had not calculated. According to common sense, his soul was hit. After practicing the secret technique for sixteen or seventeen years, even across the limitations of the small world, the vague connection will not be cut off.
He was trapped alone in the Wanzhuan Corridor. His knowledge was limited and he did not know the magic of the underworld treasures in the world.
Mo Shu refused: "No, Xiao Ni'er can't give it to you. I can give you three Origin Bead fragments."
He was still using the dragging technique, waiting for the signal from Guanzhu Zhang.
"Boom", an earth-shattering explosion
The sound came from deep underground. As the magma erupted higher, huge twisting cracks appeared on the ground. Some of the ground was slowly rising, some were slowly falling, and the entire secret realm began to fall apart.
"I don't want the fragments of the Origin Luck Bead. Besides, three pieces are not enough. I just want the soul of the little carp spirit."
Qi Ling clung to this point and refused to let go.
Facing an imminent life-threatening crisis, he wants to see who can outlast whom? Zhang Wenfeng noticed the existence of the underworld. The feeling was too familiar. He used the attack of the purple and black lightning to erupt the barrier with bright light, covering up the situation inside the barrier. At the same time, he sent a signal to the outside and stretched out The index finger of his left hand moved rapidly in the air, and a square, deep and blurry ghost gate appeared. He stepped into the ghost gate without hesitation.
"I will discuss this with fellow Daoist Zhang, please wait a moment."
After Mo Shu finished speaking, regardless of whether the weapon spirit agreed or not, the human-faced giant drum flew towards the barrier where the light erupted. The Zhuyin drum quickly shrank to the size of a fist, and the flames condensed more and more intensely.
The barrier suddenly disappeared, revealing Guanzhu Zhang who had slipped through the ghost gate with most of his body.
"What a bastard."
The weapon spirit realized that he had been fooled, and showed some fluctuations in his desperation.
The eyes of Zhu Yin Gu's face suddenly opened, and a drum sound resounded through the sky where the atmosphere was chaotic and the wind was roaring, blasting the hidden shadow of the weapon spirit to pieces.
The black little drum followed Guanzhu Zhang and rushed into the dark ghost gate. The strong wind blew away the ghost gate in just one or two breaths. The ghost of the weapon spirit appeared again, and he was so angry that he almost exploded. He never expected that the human Taoist priest could communicate with the underworld and cast a spell to open the ghost gate to escape in such a short time. How was it possible?
The apocalyptic scene of collapse below is like a huge mockery to the confused, helpless, and miserable weapon spirit.
Zhang Wenfeng held the small black drum that had regained its composure and the flames had subsided in his hand. He stood on the bare dark hilltop, feeling the fierce wind that was as fierce as a bone-eroding knife. He had come out of his still state of mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
We came to the extraterrestrial battlefield we visited last time.
Basically, I was sure that Mo Ye had done something to the stone figurines, and he didn't want him to directly enter the territory of the Five Halls of the Underworld.
He escaped from the secret realm and returned to his old place. He was in a good mood at the moment. He greeted everyone in the Zhenhun Hall and cast a spell to release Lu Zijin, Chen Qingqiao, Xiao Ni'er, Gui Fudo and You Lao.
"What kind of ghostly wind is this? The master of the temple is deliberately harming people."
The bodies of several people were flashing with brilliance, and Lu Zijin resisted the impact of waves of extremely cold wind. He realized that it was the master of the temple who was causing trouble, deliberately not informing them in advance, hoping to make them feel intimidated.
Zhang Wenfeng laughed and handed the small black drum in his hand to Chen Qingqiao. The remaining souls of Mo Shu and the five people had already hid in the drum. Reincarnation would be more than enough by then. The wisp of soul silk that You Lao specially left for the five people had been used as a back-up hand. Not on.
Chen Qingqiao held the snare drum in both hands and expressed his gratitude. This adventure became more and more bizarre.
Xiao Ni'er's body was flowing with dragon energy, unaffected by the evil wind, and he looked around curiously: "Master Guanzhu, is this the underworld? It doesn't feel like it. The evil wind is so strong that even a third-level ghost cultivator can't help it, let alone a new one. The soul of death was directly blown away by the evil wind."
She asked to the point immediately.
"Welcome to the outer battlefield. The thick clouds in the sky carefully hide the outer demons."
You Lao solved the mystery in one breath and looked to the northwest in the distance. There were sounds of fighting there.
