Darkness brings thick soil, and brings the sun and moon. The bright moonlight flutters and rustles between the barren soil of the Black Mountains. The mountains and rocks are vast, blown by the cold wind, but they no longer have that heavy foundation. The wind blows the rocks. scattered, everything was shrouded in a doomsday panic.
Between heaven and earth, strong winds wrap around lonely rain lines. The wind blows more wildly, while the rain falls quietly. They are a group of strange visitors. When they first came to this place, they have already handed over their destiny to God. , the mighty rain, thousands of troops and horses came to meet each other, the light raindrops, connected together, were like big and small beads falling on a jade plate, crackling! Crackling...
Those thick smoke clouds are slowly rising at the end of the distant horizon, which means that this world still has some smoke and smoke, but it is not as ethereal and profound as these lives that died under the wildfire...
Keng!
Clang!
The thunder struck diagonally on the hill, and those dark plants were growing in the wind. The graceful branches fell on the moss-covered stone walls, leaving behind a series of lonely ink shadows.
Therefore, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the white thunder and lightning became more powerful every time. The sky and the earth suddenly became snowy and bright, and then sank into deep darkness again.
On the battlefield, the heroes started to kill each other, and countless people fell in a pool of blood, but some people got up from the pool of blood. Their bodies were covered with blood, but their pupils were so clear that it was so clear! The undercurrent of murderous intent is like a gust of north wind blowing, the wind is getting more and more violent, the murderous intent is splattering with blood, and the lives are in ruins!
In the darkness, the demon king transformed by the old man in black robe stood deep in the clouds. At this time, there were two demon kings on the sky. The bright moonlight trembled slightly on the silent sky. Their eyes, Stiff and hollow.
There seemed to be no soul core in their lives. They faced the north wind and wailed miserably.
"The Demon Control Sutra, it really is the Demon Control Sutra!" A woman's vague voice sounded in my ears.
Not just that, "It's a ghost! It's a ghost!"
In the hazy pupils, pieces of blood were splashed. At this time, the Hunshimo was already standing in the same array as Yu Zun!
"Ghost path?" Is it silently reciting in the heart, or is it a darker light bred by vague consciousness?
Yu Zun stood opposite the Demon King with a calm face. He slowly clenched his fists. Due to the excessive force, his arms were already full of veins. At this time, before he could launch an offensive, the two Demon Kings actually breathed a sigh of relief. disappeared for a while.
At this time, there was mist and rain, high in the sky, and thunderous thunder. The old man stood in the darkness with his hands behind his back. At this time, he had come to this place for the first time. He looked at the mighty soldiers and horses, and looked at the battlefield as if it was twisted. The meat machine involved countless creatures, and there was a hint of compassion in his eyes.
The leader of the Mo Yumen who was with him, Wentian, had a powerful fire in his eyes. He appeared at the same time, but they were far away from each other. They looked at each other with indifference and familiarity in their eyes.
Like wild geese flying apart, after their eyes collided, their bodies gradually melted into the endless darkness. The earth was trembling, caused by the bursts of drums and the soaring horns and momentum. The cold howl disappeared...
What is this life about? Many people died in a daze, and most of them did not leave anything worth bragging about. They were more like dry branches and leaves in autumn, swept by the wind, and then fluttered down from the branches of the trees. This seems to have some value, a vague value...
The cold wind blows across the sea, and the waves are rolling and the water is rippling. The devil's breath floating out from the deep sea is more like the breath from hell.
The Hunshimo said, "It's the ghost way! It's the ghost way!"
So, has the Youluo Realm really opened up this world? The sound of the trumpet that shook the sky was not as heavy as the devil's breath. The waves surged in the sea and the tsunami shook the sky. This has already broken the stable pattern of this world!
So, what exactly will happen? What awaits Yu Zun...
At midnight, the moonlight was bright and bright, falling on the tips of Yu Zun's hair. His long bangs covered a pair of sharp pupils. Time seemed to have been stranded at this moment. It had obviously been a long time, but now At that time, the bright moon was still hanging high in the sky, and it seemed that it had never moved.
When the devil's attack came, a dead leaf whirled in the wind and fell into the quagmire. The wind swept the fallen leaves, and the devil's attack merged with the way of nature, which Yu Zun never expected.
Under the moonlight, white frost spread all over the wilderness. The devil's fist, at the moment when the fallen leaves were flying, was like a miserable white frost, covering the entire world.
In the darkness, the pungent blood became more and more intense, and frost spread all over the world. The devil's methods were extremely cruel. I don't know how many people fell. After they fell, they never got up again.
The wind whirled rapidly in the air, and the long knife in the Demon King's hand suddenly hit the Lord's eyes. The knife whirled rapidly in the wind, wrapped in the mystery of nature, immersed in the idle time of autumn, like the sky in late autumn and dusk. That twilight contained the most cruel scene in the world!
The blade is the white sky when dusk has arrived. When the blade approached, the dry smell of dead leaves in the wind flowed through his breath, but in an instant, Yu Zun's body could not move. His limbs were stiff, his soul was dry, and a fire exploded in his heart. In the fire, withered leaves fell into the wildfire one by one. The dry breath poured into his nose, but he seemed like a clay figure. Same, can't move.
The Hunshimo was stunned, and stepped up to the sky with his sword. He covered Yu Zun behind him. He didn't know what happened just now. The sword trembled in the wind, and thick frost filled the sky. At this moment, Only one demon king used his martial arts, while the other one watched indifferently. They seemed to disdain the current war, but how could the Hunshi Mo be easily offended?
A wind and wave surged around the body of the Hunshimo. The vast sea of blood occupied Cang Ming. The wind eroded the waves. It could be described as a huge wave!
The Demon King frowned. Obviously, the opponent in front of him was more difficult than Yu Zun, but for some reason, the Demon King could not take his eyes away from Yu Zun. This seemed to be a predetermined fate!
The waves of blood howled, surged up into the depths of the dark world, and suddenly fell down. The Demon King floating in the sea of blood was more like a lonely boat, which could be overturned in the sea at any time.
But do you think the Hunshimo is only capable of this? Speaking of which, the current Demon King is still not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Hunshi Demon!
The dark scythe in his hand actually gave birth to a demon soul at this time. Countless people appeared behind the Hunshimo Demon. Behind those people, there was a blur of light and shadow. It was a scythe, sucking the darkness. Sickle, the sickle floats quietly behind everyone's back. Any discerning warrior will find that the remarkable thing about this group of people is more like a sword turning into a thousand souls. When this group of people poured into the battlefield, under the blurred light and shadow, the soul consciousness of the Demon King was hit hard again and again, because the Demon King was originally transformed from the soul.
But how could the Demon King be a mere idler? Behind the Demon King, thousands of ghost flags appeared, and there was a burst of blood on the ghost flags. The fishy blood flowed into the nostrils, making people unable to help but feel sick.
The frosted swords attacked the group of people on the ground. The wind and frost swept away, and the lives were wiped out. The souls of countless people were sucked by the ghost flags and integrated into the ghost flags. On the ghost flags, black energy surged, and the evil energy was astonishing!
Thousands of ghost flags were like long sails on a canoe, swaying in the sea of blood. The hybrid demon shouted: "Wind erosion!"
It is better to say that it is a demon soul, but it is a sword soul. At this time, thousands of swords return to their origin, the wind rises, and the waves appear! The bone-chilling cold wind hit my face.
But is this the wind?
This is clearly a thousand sharp blades!
The robes around the Demon King's body were eroded by the wind, revealing the rugged bones. The flesh and blood on his body withered. Rather, it was to deal with the gods. Therefore, when the layer of dried flesh and blood was also eroded by the wind, only the rugged bones were left. A dark evil atmosphere!
Demon kings are originally souls, or, as the Hunshimo demons judge, they come from the Youluo world.
Yu Zun closed his eyes tightly, his eyelids trembling slightly. After being injured by the Demon King's soul consciousness attack, his soul was in a sluggish state.
But how can Yu Zun be an ordinary person? After disappearing into the sky, in the vast sea, the ancient book was slowly rolled up by the wind and waves. At this moment, Yu Zun felt awe-inspiring in his heart, "Is this the true meaning of this book?"
It is said that it is an ancient book for cultivating Hunyuan Qi, but in essence, this ancient book is a method for cultivating the soul. It is no wonder that strong men from all realms will come to fight for it, and if the Youluo Realm is really opened , then there will be more troubles in the future!
Because this ancient book is too tempting for those who practice the Soul Dao, it can be explained clearly why Wentian, who is dying, is looking for it everywhere.
But what surprised Yu Zun was that this ancient book, which exuded the light of bronze, was wrapped in a tide of darkness.
Yu Zun had a terrible thought in his heart. Could it be that the Taoist method taught in this ancient book was originally the way of gods and ghosts?
But at this point, where is the chance to hesitate? He looked up at the starry sky above his head and murmured to himself: "This is probably destiny!"
His soul consciousness slowly merged into the dark tide, but he never expected that after entering this tide, his body and mind would become open-minded and open-minded.
"Is this the ghost way?" He whispered in his heart. The scene in front of him had already surpassed his understanding.
In the vast sea, the wind and waves are fast, while in the dark sky, there are dark clouds. The dark clouds are like black tides, coming in crazily and retreating quietly...
kill!
kill!
kill!
The coldness of the night is biting the bones, the wind is getting louder, the rain is getting thicker, and the wilderness is boiling like thunder! There seemed to be a whirlpool in the darkness, and in the center of the whirlpool stood a young man wearing a black robe.
This person is none other than Yu Zun!
The darkness has not diminished, and this realm is the same as the outside world. When the air of darkness slowly blends into Yu Zun's body, deep in his heart, there are ethereal echoes, like a huge room with only Water drops, pat! Snap! Snap! The sound of splashing on the ground.
It's more like the flicker of time, one sound after another...
Desire in the wind, death in the rain! Under the windy and rainy night, life and death dance together! It’s the memories of time passing by, and the unfinished story in the dream reappearing in the world!
Therefore, when you wake up from the dream, those sighs will be less! The end of the memory is always extremely graceful, but also ecstatic. We should have understood that the remains of time are just a piece of abandoned bronze and black iron. It's cold to the touch and stinging to the smell!
So, it’s time to wake up...
When Yu Zun's consciousness gradually became clear, he was enveloped in a dark aura. His soul consciousness was slowly being repaired. Just now, the Demon King's blow hit his soul.
Now, going against the trend of the troubled times, his soul consciousness has become deeper and heavier after being refined.
Therefore, when he appeared on the battlefield outside the territory again, no one noticed anything strange happening to him!
At this time, the battle has entered a fever pitch. In the sky, the sea of blood howls, the wind and waves splash, and the god of death comes to the world!
Amidst the thousands of waves, the Demon King, enveloped in black energy, stood quietly in the sea of blood. They were two lonely boats, shivering in the wind and waves.
How could they wait for destiny? They were going against the will of nature. When they slowly released their power, billions of ancient characters flashed behind the two demon kings. It was the light of black iron and bronze that gave life to the ancient characters!
At this time, the ghost flags were also trembling in the wind, and thousands of ghosts were integrated into the ghost flags. Thousands of ghost flags stood on the sky, and they looked like pieces of black stone tombstones stuck in the mist and rain.
The ghost flag is a sharp weapon for killing people, but the piece of ancient writing seems to be miraculous. The smart ancient writing is arranged and combined in the sky. When they form a sequence, the figure of the devil gradually becomes clearer.
Until, in the dark world, there was a devilish aura everywhere. The strange ghost flags were blowing in the wind. They were gradually formed into a majestic Great Wall, and they actually surrounded the sea of blood.
The demonic shadow is clear and light, and the thunder is fierce, but at this time, the demonic shadow seems to be scattered among the mountains, and the devil is everywhere. And among the demonic shadows, there were lines of ancient text surrounding them. Those ancient words endowed the demonic shadow with divinity.
The soldiers and horses standing in the wilderness were all looking into the deep sky at this time. There was fear in their eyes. The arrival of this moment seemed like a scene before the end.
The graceful woman still had those clear words in her mouth, "The Sutra of Controlling Demons!"
When Yu Zun woke up, no one knew about it, but at this time, Yu Zun had a lot of insights into the three characters "The Sutra of Controlling Demons". Or maybe the Taoism contained in it has some connection with this "Demon Control Sutra"!
Yu Zun feels the same way about this. Now he knows a little bit about it, and relying on his vague understanding, he has been able to stand above hundreds of millions of people.
He is no longer the same person as before...
Or will it surpass Ling?
But he knew very clearly in his heart that the people protecting him were all suppressing their inner energy, and their knowledge of them only remained in words.
The ghost flags were moving, the black clouds were oppressive, and those bloodthirsty demons surged out of the ghost flags.
Facing the strange scene in front of him, the Hunshi Demon was shocked, "Could this ghost flag be the secret path to the Youluo Realm?"
If this is really the case, it will definitely be a scene that shocks the world!
Facts are verifying what Hunshimo Mo is thinking, and the soldiers and horses who died on the battlefield seem to be sacrifices to commemorate the opening of the Youluo Realm.
Sacrifice your life, maybe this is the real hell!
The moment the ancient characters were written on the ghost flags, black holes appeared on the ghost flags. Could it be that the place where these thousands of ghost flags lead is really the Youluo Realm?
In other words, since the appearance of the Demon King, this small chapter has already concluded?
The Demon Control Sutra is about controlling ghosts and demon souls in the world. Now that the Demon King has appeared, a more powerful character may be waiting not far away!
Dark mist surged out from the black holes on the ghost flags.
The evil spirit filled the sky, and the bloody light was a disaster. At this moment, the sky was filled with pieces of bloody light.
But at this time, in the distant sea, it was a different scene. The demon soul sleeping in the trench was slowly waking up. In the sea, the waves were rolling and the momentum was boiling.
Several people stood on the rough sea level, their eyes were like sharp swords, piercing the silent darkness and the bloody light in the sky.
They had been silent in the darkness for many years, but when they woke up now, they had a different charm. It seemed that they were doing something different. Their sharp pupils were splashed with pieces of scarlet blood. They might have woken up just to kill. .
One step is already a hundred miles away, the strange movement is like a ghost, and the floating posture is contrary to the norms of the world!
In this way, they will arrive at the battlefield in a short time.
The structure of this world is quietly changing, and it may become an irreversible scene.
Maybe no one realized that the corners of Yu Zun's mouth raised slightly, but the indifference between his pupils no longer had the kindness to save the world from the fire and water!
His character is changing quietly. It's not like him, but it's better than him...
Perhaps, he finally wanted to live a good life for himself. He picked up the scimitar and disappeared from the place like a thunderbolt.
In the darkness, the fire of karma is burning. Now, it may be certain that the black hole created by the ghost flags is the secret path to the Youluo Realm!
In the dark cave, new life forms are constantly emerging, and their appearance is redefining the value of life.
Many ghosts are rampant in the world! And the men and horses who died on the battlefield are still using their blood to commemorate the appearance ceremony of these devils!
The darkness slowly expanded, and the sea of crimson blood in the high sky seemed to represent nothing.
The evil spirit fills the sky, and the anger dissipates. The old man standing on the wilderness stares at the sky quietly, but finally sighs. This man is also the old man who appeared from the library, but his appearance seems to have nothing to do with it.
On this day, countless people woke up from meditation, and most of these people were people with advanced Taoism. When they woke up, it meant that the world was about to be in chaos.
Either be destroyed, or leave behind a weak spark...
When Yu Zun's body also merged into the darkness, he and the darkness were indistinguishable from each other, so he was no longer the same person he once was.
There was a more tyrannical murderous aura in his body, and those feelings of compassion seemed to be a little indifferent.
Perhaps, this is what growth is like! Did he grow up overnight? In other words, at this moment, he has lost himself...
