A ray of lavender light slowly fell from the sky, and the three black gold characters had already broken into pieces.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you quickly store Cang Wu Qi in your body?" Yin Qianxiu shouted.
However, Yu Zun stood there motionless, his dark eyes covered with layers of fiery red flames, and a faint purple fire mark appeared on his face.
The purple fire mark twisted and struggled, seeming to break away from Yu Zun's face. However, an invisible force firmly bound it to Yu Zun's forehead.
"Split...Tian...Shi"'s eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes. In the black pupils, there were soul-stirring cold lights that penetrated like sharp blades. It shattered the sky and shattered the surrounding air.
At this moment, the bone knife above the stone hall fell down again.
"Split...Sky...Shiki" with a heart-shaking roar, the Yuantian Blade shone with a rare cyan lightning, merging with the cyan thunder dragon just now.
"Click..."
In an instant, the bone knife turned into a piece of bone fragments. Dugu Nan, who was hiding in the dark, felt his heart stagnant: "How is it possible? This is the transformation of an evil spirit from the ghost world..."
At this time, Chen Ying, who was bound by the blood lines, had completely lost his consciousness. His eyes were gray and the pain on his face was gradually covered by layers of numbness.
"Wangwei..." The old man roared stiffly, but his stubbornness and fighting spirit had long since disappeared.
In the dark stone hall, the sinister smile resounded again: "The evil ghost can't cure you, I don't believe that the Lord of the Eastern Wasteland - Emperor Chen, who is bound by this Yin Blood Altar, can't restrain you either."
Yu Zun's scarlet eyes had long lost their emotions, and the purple fire mark on his forehead was like a will-o'-the-wisp, lingering in the dark stone hall.
Yin Qianxiu frowned. This purple fire mark seemed to have been seen before, but where exactly had she seen it?
She rubbed her forehead. At this time, Yu Zun was on the verge of rage. However, because of the purple fire seal, he split the evil ghost into pieces without relying on Cang Wu Qi. On the other hand, Chen Ying, whose consciousness was shattered, The blood pattern seems to be a seal that restrains his power, but this seal is waiting for the person who can break the seal. The person who performs the spell has sinister intentions.
The blood lines are getting darker and darker, and the holy light erupting from Dust Eagle's body is getting stronger and stronger.
"Ho! I'm so confused..."
Yin Qianxiu sighed and left, but never looked back.
At this time, Chen Ying, who was flying wildly, had already broken through the shackles of the blood pattern. At the same time, the blood in the blood pattern began to flow again. The blood kept flowing from the surroundings of the stone hall to the center of the hall. A strange pattern appeared in the center of the hall, and with the appearance of the pattern, regular vibrations sounded in the hall, like a heart.
If Yu Zun's mind is clear, he will find the pattern in the center of the palace, which he has seen more than once.
A strong soul throbbing spread from Chen Ying's body to all directions. Dugu Nan, who was hiding in the dark, was clutching his heart at this moment, with a look of pain on his face, while some of the pedestrians walking in Frost City were Some have fallen to their knees, and some have fainted.
"Is this the true strength of the Dust Emperor?" Dugu Nan endured the pain and wiped away a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth. Not only that, his consciousness was also traumatized, sometimes with splitting headaches, sometimes with madness, and even worse. Not to mention the people in Frost City who were lower in martial arts than him.
Yu Zun, who was in a state of madness, held the Yuantian Blade that had been dyed blood red in his right hand, and clutched his heart with his left hand. His pale face was bursting with veins, and his ferocious face made people feel a deep feeling in their hearts. The ground was freezing, and the purple fire mark on his face would emit bursts of dazzling purple light from time to time.
A cute and innocent purple beast sat aside, blinking his smart eyes, looking at a dark corner of the stone hall.
Dugu Nan was startled in his heart. Could it be that the Cang beast had discovered him? Impossible, there is a Qiyaosha formation in this stone palace!
The beast shook his head and stuck out his tongue, but moved closer to the dark corner.
In the center of the stone hall, the old man with disheveled hair has escaped the shackles of the blood lines. His eyes are gray, his beard and hair are flying, and a cyclone is like an air shield, covering him in it, spinning rapidly.
"Wangwei..." He roared at the top of his lungs, and a spiritual beam turned into a sharp blade. The bones in the hall were instantly crushed into powder by this spiritual storm.
Yu Zun, who was in the center of the stone palace, was actually wrapped in a layer of colorful armor, which managed to avoid the fatal spiritual storm.
Dugu Nan, who was hiding in the dark, felt uncomfortable. At this moment, his face was already bruised, and he desperately held on to a stone pillar in the secret room. Only then did he avoid falling to his knees. At this moment, he gradually felt more and more in his heart. A little regretful: "I didn't expect that the legendary Chen Emperor would be so powerful."
After a moment, a sly smile dispelled the fear: "Hahaha, Emperor Chen, no matter how powerful you are, you are just a knife in my hand, and you are just a piece of my emperor's foundation for my great cause. Just laying the foundation stone.”
"Hehe, the fun is about to begin." Dugu Nanyin smiled and hid his face in the darkness.
"Wangwei..."
The swirling airflow immediately twisted the stone palace into a barren tomb, and the broken skeletons followed the cyclone, bang! boom! boom! It smashed into the surroundings, followed by ear-piercing sonic booms.
In a state of madness, Chen Ying released his soul power in an almost suicidal manner. However, people could never imagine why Chen Ying had fallen to this point. He had not even found a spiritual weapon to hold his soul.
Yu Zun held the Yuantian Blade and slashed at Chen Ying crazily. At this moment, there was only blood in his eyes. The gods would kill the gods, and the Buddhas would kill the Buddhas. The colorful armor on his body protected him to prevent him from being killed. Dusthawk's mental beam struck.
The wind and rain are raging, the horses and horses are neighing, corpses are about to be wrapped, the rocks are weeping with blood, and the clouds are in the fog. How can we save our country?
By the time the dawn comes, the hair on the temples is already covered with frost, and the stele is in ruins.
"Split...Tian...Shi..." In the main hall, a terrifying wave of energy suddenly surged, and a blood-red full moon demon sword transformed into a terrifying sword. The shadow slashed down from Dust Eagle's head crazily.
Yin Qianxiu, who was hiding in the vast sea, was startled in her heart: "Emperor Chen...", but there was a hint of sadness on his face, "Emperor Chen, you should understand by now, what is the purpose of life, and what is the purpose of death?" Why?"
The old man with a ferocious face suddenly had a clear light in his gray eyes: "The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared. Junior, I didn't expect that you have such a talent. It's a pity that I am going to die here. I will die because of you." It's worth it, let me use my last meager strength."
boom!
At the same time that the Full Moon Demonic Sword fell on the Chen Emperor's head, Yu Zun was covered in a terrifying spiritual storm that took people's breath away: "Junior, you and I have both fallen into the Chechi Kingdom's conspiracy. In this case, It’s up to you to avenge me.”
"In this stone hall, there is an altar of Yin blood. I was trapped here by this altar of Yin blood, and I almost lost my mind."
"And this Frost City is an exit from the prison world. If the Yin Blood Altar is triggered, the consequences will be unimaginable. I don't know where the Yin Blood Altar leads to. I will use Wanwei now to help you understand. You And in the vast sea, understand it well, and don’t let me down."
Terrifying spiritual storms came from Yu Zun's Tianling Gai, and at the same time, the demon knife also fell on the old man's forehead.
Clang!
A burst of dazzling light seemed to have wiped out all the darkness in the world, and seemed to have redefined the good and evil in the world.
The strong light rises and then exhales.
Snapped!
Emperor Chen's soul was shattered like broken glass.
At this moment, Yu Zun, whose eyes were full of blood, fell into a dark sleep. In his dream, he seemed to see an old man with white hair and beard. There was a kind smile on the old man's face, and an invisible force pulled him. With Yu Zun, he and the old man pulled out the Qi veins from the Qi spring, followed the old man's teachings, and performed some mysterious movements.
An ancient book with shimmering jade light floated on Yu Zun's head. The jade light was cast on Yu Zun's face. A weak spiritual beam spread out around him due to his body.
I don’t know how long it took, as if the world was destroyed and life was reborn. In this way, the soul was floating up and down in the mysterious ancient universe, and the old man’s figure was always in front, guiding him, like a bright light, guiding him. The darkness in front of my eyes slowly dissipated.
The jade light of the ancient books is getting darker and darker, and the old man's face is getting blurry.
The old man's kind face gradually showed a hint of appreciation: "Later, I have introduced you to Wanwei. This Wanwei was not created by me. The future creation depends entirely on your understanding. Wanwei... .Worry about...never spend your life worrying about..."
Wow!
A piece of broken light collapsed in front of Yu Zun.
"Don't worry about anything in your life," Yu Zun murmured. He stretched out his hand and touched it vaguely forward. It was cold and biting, and there was a heart-piercing pain. In a burst of tears, the sadness was fully interpreted.
"Senior...Senior Dust Eagle...Did I kill you? Was it me?" Tears flowed freely, stuck together with sadness, and he slowly woke up from his dream, The people of the past are no longer the same, and they will never be the same again.
What Dust Eagle had broken was his soul, which also meant that the last trace of Dust Emperor, who dominated the Eastern Wasteland hundreds of thousands of years ago, in this world has been wiped away by history.
"Senior...he...Senior Qianxiu, you said that senior...he...has no next life?" Yu Zun looked at Yin Qianxiu in shock.
"Yes, Chen Ying's soul has been shattered. Even if it wasn't you, his soul power would have been burned up by himself. If you want to blame him, it's his own unscrupulous descendants who tricked him," Yin Qianxiu said with a cold expression.
"In the final analysis, Senior Chen Ying died because of me. If he hadn't been deceived to this place by that evil person, Senior Chen Ying might..."
"Hmph, what do you know? Do you know how powerful the Yin Blood Altar is?"
"This altar has existed for tens of millions of years. The only fate for being trapped by this altar is death. The only obsession in the hearts of those who die because of the Yin Blood Altar is the word death."
"The Yin Blood Altar was originally an altar for wild ghosts. I didn't expect that this vicious altar would reappear in the world after ten thousand years. It is urgent that you seal the altar again before you go to avenge the Dust Eagle." Yin Qianxiu's words were cold. road.
