Zhao Wusheng said: "In short, there is danger, so share the information first."
The little guy shrank his head, "If both of them are the Yin Death tribe created by the ancestor demon, it must be very strange. Back then, my father and mother were watching most of the tribe because of the weird methods of the Three-Eyed Clan. When the strong go crazy, they will be helpless in the end.”
Hearing this, Lin Ming muttered: "The Three-Eyed Clan is a lower-level race of the Evil Ghost Clan. The Evil Ghost Clan is still outside the Cangxuan Realm. They will lead the strong to madness, and they can also give certain physiological modifications. In this regard, The monsters in the Purple Abyss Star Territory can also affect living beings and mutate. This is probably one of the characteristics of the Yin Death tribe."
The little guy pouted, "A Shadow City suddenly appeared here. What kind of ethnic group could be behind it?"
"Maybe I know their origins!"
Ge Qinghuang took out a golden bamboo book, unfolded it, and showed the text on it.
[The City of Shadows appeared 1,500 years ago. The original founder is unknown, but they have a mobile city that lives in the shadows. Whenever there is war or a big city with strong negative emotions, , there will be traces of it. 】
[According to legend, the people in Shadow City are all puppets, not normal creatures. Whether they are humans, livestock, or even trees and vegetation, they are all puppets. 】
[The City of Shadows has specific rules for operating. Based on the summaries of explorers from past generations, it can be determined that they are extremely persistent in negative emotions, just like food and water, which are the most basic needs of living beings. 】
[Therefore, where the Shadow City appears, it represents instability. 】
[According to records, eight hundred years ago, when an extremely glorious ancient country fell, Shadow City was behind it. Starting from the ancient imperial capital at that time, Shadow City became the reflection of the ancient imperial capital, and then absorbed enough negative emotions to turn The entire imperial capital was sacrificed, causing the entire ancient country to disappear from the face of the earth. 】
[In the past hundred years, the City of Shadow has almost disappeared, and many descendants of the ethnic group who have a deep hatred for it have searched frantically, but cannot find any trace of it. 】
After Lin Ming read it carefully, he found that the words on the golden bamboo slip slowly disappeared.
"This is not an ordinary book?"
"Of course not," Ge Qinghuang nodded, "This object is called the Xuantong Mirror of Heaven and Earth. It can be used once a day. It can inquire about some major events that have been remembered between heaven and earth."
"Isn't this just a search engine?" Lin Ming sighed, picked up the golden bamboo slip from Ge Qinghuang's hand, and looked at it again and again.
Zhao Wusheng asked: "Where did it come from?"
Ge Qinghuang looked back, "When I was seven or eight years old, I was in the mountains and accidentally picked it up while walking."
Zhao Wusheng: "..."
She raised her hand, wanting to give herself a slap in the face and scold her: Why are you asking? I call you a bitch!
However, the palm still fell gently.
Ge Qinghuang shrugged his snow-white shoulders and smiled.
The little guy interrupted: "Sister Qinghuang, when you smile like this, you deserve a beating."
Boom! ! !
Ge Qinghuang gave a loud smile, pretended not to hear, and asked: "What?"
The little guy held his head with both paws and shook his head repeatedly, not daring to say anything.
At this time, Lin Ming's gaze was fixed on Ge Qinghuang's face.
"Just knowing the origin of Shadow City is not enough. The key point is to deal with what happens next."
"Everything Mingdi said is right."
Zhao Wusheng smiled and pointed at his red lips.
"In the end, we still have to rely on us to translate the guy's lip reading."
After her words fell to the ground, she began to translate without giving Ge Qinghuang a chance to refute.
A few minutes later, Lin Ming used the voice of his heart to convey this information to Jimo Wushuang.
Jimo Wushuang: "Husband, you can rest assured. With just two forces, it is almost impossible to encircle and suppress all the creation realms present, as well as a true transcendent realm."
"After the Creation Realm, the vitality is extremely strong, and various mysterious methods emerge in an endless stream. It depends on each person's understanding of the Dao."
"So, sometimes, even if you have an absolute advantage, you may not be able to push the opponent into a desperate situation."
"Here, there are at least 30 people in the Creation Realm. There is no powerful force in the Cangxuan Realm that can catch them all."
Before the words were spoken, many silver-white threads were hanging from the sky outside, but those threads were extremely delicate, almost one-thousandth of the size of a human hair.
If the strong people around them have not reached the realm of creation, they will probably ignore all the threads.
I saw countless silver-white threads hanging down from the sky, attacking the powerful men indiscriminately.
Sikong Fengyu and Jimo Wushuang received intensive care and faced thousands of silver-white filaments at the same time.
The rest were faced with fine threads ranging in number from dozens to hundreds.
"How brave!" Mr. Yan Lei's whole body exploded with fire, and the scorching heat spread to the sky along the filaments. "I want to see who has such a big appetite and dares to fight with everyone present at the same time. Those who are strong in the realm of creation are our enemies.”
At this moment, a man in black robe stood in the sky, standing on a hollow cloud woven with silver-white silk threads.
"Quack." He waved his hand calmly to calm down the burning energy.
Immediately afterwards, the floating clouds woven with silk threads released a pure black thick thread, like a black hemp rope.
brush!
The black thread penetrated Yan Leijun's chest, but did not come out from the back, as if Yan Leijun was completely rooted inside Yan Leijun's body.
"You want to seize my seat? You are just dreaming!" Yan Leijun's eyes were full of lava, full of anger, and his two huge arms alternated, constantly pulling out black threads.
However, the black thread seems endless and cannot be pulled out.
After just ten seconds, the black lines in front of Yan Leijun piled up into a pile, almost reaching the height of his calves.
"What kind of monster are you talking about!?"
Mr. Yan Lei’s voice trembled slightly.
The man in black robe ignored it and said loudly: "I came to the City of Shadows as scheduled, where is the String Building?"
"Hahahaha, fellow Taoist, don't worry. The agreement between you and me is notarized by the supreme being. We will never break the contract."
There was a hearty and clean sound, like the voice of a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
Immediately afterwards, the ground shook violently, and large cracks appeared on the surface.
A huge tortoise-like creature emerged, looking like a cross between a pangolin and a thousand-year-old tortoise.
Its body is huge, surpassing Yan Leijun, its limbs are like columns, and its soles are sunk deep into the ground. In the center of the huge blue-gray carapace, stands a humanoid monster made of pitch black material.
"The person coming to Xianyue Building is just the owner of the second floor?" The man in black robe in the sky was dissatisfied and looked down from above, "Where is your building owner?"
The humanoid monster had a face like a boy's, but it was so dark that no reflection could be seen at all, but his smile could be noticed by those around him.
"Of course the building owner has to hide in secret in order to deal with these sacrifices who are destined to be dishonest."
At this time, Mr. Yan Lei was still pulling the black thread in his chest, his expression gradually became crazy, and he began to talk nonsense.
Next to him, an expert in the realm of creation who was proficient in medical skills floated away and tried to heal his injuries.
"ah!"
The expert exclaimed, and the black silk thread was inserted into the palm of his hand, which was also unable to be pulled out like Yan Leijun.
The old gunman held a white jade gun and took a standard military stance. The tip of the gun was pointed at the man in black robes in the sky, "The gun is like a thunderous roar!"
After saying these four words, he turned into a shadow and shot straight into the sky.
The white jade gun carries the spirit of the fairy spirit and sweeps away all the silk and black threads blocking the road along the way.
The second floor owner of Xianyue Tower smiled and said, "Come down."
The huge turtle-shell beast opened its mouth, and its dark green poison-soaked tongue flew out and tied the old gunman's ankles.
The old gunman's expression changed slightly, he stopped rising into the air, turned around suddenly and held out the tip of his gun.
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo…
The shadows of spears all over the sky suddenly appeared, converging into spears of spear intent, condensing red light, and falling towards the second floor owner in the center of the tortoise shell.
The owner of the second floor turned a blind eye and started counting.
"one two three……"
The old gunman's movements suddenly froze and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
When the blood fell, a faint green light could be seen in it, which was obviously due to the deep poisoning.
He frowned and gritted his teeth, flicked his wrist, and the tip of the white jade spear passed over his left knee.
Boom!
The old gunman's left leg was shattered below the knee, and the turtle-shell beast's tongue was cut off, and then exploded all the way down from the broken point.
Boom boom boom boom boom…
The second floor owner laughed and said: "You are a decisive man, but it's a pity that you forgot what's behind you."
Hearing this, the old gunman turned around boldly.
A black thread has penetrated into the back of his mind.
Three Creation Realm experts were struck, and the others immediately became wary. They glanced at each other and already understood each other's eyes - Lei Lei took action, not giving the people from Shadow City and the second floor owner of Crescent Moon Tower a chance to continue to act like monsters.
However, after everyone had used half of their moves, they discovered that at least two-fifths of the powerful people were attacking people around them.
In an instant, chaotic blood rain spread across the sky and the earth.
Five Creation Realm experts were hit. Some had their bodies smashed into pieces, half of their heads were chopped into powder, and some had their souls smashed into their shells.
Yan Leijun yelled: "You are crazy! Why are you attacking your own people?"
"Before you speak, look at what you have done." The man in black robe landed on the white clouds made of silk threads and stood in front of Mr. Yan Lei with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Yan Leijun was confused, "What did you say?"
From the side, the old gunman's annoyed voice came: "We... have become their puppets!"
"Puppet? Are you kidding? I, Mr. Yan Lei, will never be willing to be a slave. How can I be controlled by others? It's just a black line."
In the middle of speaking, Mr. Yan Lei suddenly showed a strange smile:
"Hehehehe, he doesn't know anything yet, it's so funny."
Yan Leijun, who had a strange face on his face, raised one foot, grabbed a charred corpse from under the sole of his foot, and held it in his hand.
The next second, the weirdness on his face disappeared, replaced by boundless fear.
"I, I, I did this?! No, no, no, it's just a black line. I am an innate creature, and my spiritual core is not in my body. This body is just a substitute that has been tempered for thousands of years. , how could it be controlled by you?"
The man in black robe said: "How do you know that the location of the spiritual core is absolutely safe? Aren't you curious why some people can avoid the black line and others can't?"
Hearing this, Lord Yanlei looked around.
Jimo Wushuang, Uncle Hei, Aunt Bai, Lady Taoyao, Lao Shui...
The strong men at the peak of the Creation Realm basically did not fall victim to the attack.
Yan Leijun said in confusion: "Is it a realm?"
The man in black robe shook his head and rolled his eyes, "A child cannot be taught, and rotten wood cannot be carved."
After saying this, he raised his palm straightly, and a thin velvet thread was intercepted from the silk thread cloud under his feet and fell into the center of Yan Leijun's eyebrows.
Yan Leijun's body trembled, the magma on his body solidified and turned black, turning into dead rock, and the flames on his body extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, he turned into a pile of rubble.
However, standing above the rubble was a half-black, half-red puppet made of rock, which looked exactly like Mr. Yan Lei.
"I also brought your spiritual core." The man in black robe took out a fiery red crystal stone the size of a thumbnail.
In the crystal, Yan Leijun's soul said in fear: "When did you..."
"Idiots have many problems," the man in black robe shook his head and sighed, "In order to prevent other people from becoming idiots like you, this city lord will tell you this mercifully."
He blew on the fiery red spar, installed the spar between the half-black and half-red puppet's eyebrows, and then said loudly: "How many of you here dare to say that your breakthrough is 100% self-made? Have you ever? Have you ever had any adventures? For example, a statue that can make wishes, or a set of pens that can make your writing come true."
Following his words, some of the creation realms present covered their heads and squatted on the ground with pain on their faces.
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
They gradually recalled how difficult they were in the years before their rise. At that time, they were either despised by everyone, or burdened with hatred that could crush them, or simply because of the emptiness in their hearts...
In the end, they all unanimously chose to pray for external help.
Once you make a wish, your dream comes true.
Some people's talents have improved, and the bottlenecks that they once practiced hard but could not break through are instantly broken, as if some supreme being has deceived the avenue of heaven and earth.
Some people get a great opportunity, as if their destiny has been tampered with by a terrible strong man, and a destiny that does not belong to them is directly given to them.
Some people have an epiphany directly on the spot, and that kind of enlightenment is like an enlightenment, as if they saw a supreme being standing on the dark side of the universe, narrating the true wonders of spiritual practice.
"Remember it, you are already the slaves of my master, the Supreme Ancestor Demon!"
At this time, the owner of the second floor had a bright smile on his face and said, "Congratulations, brothers, for remembering your true selves. Don't you feel very comfortable?"
Yan Leijun, Old Gunslinger... and many other beings whose bodies were connected by black threads all assumed the same posture.
They looked up to the sky, with faces full of glory and joy, and said the same sentence:
"Lord Ancestor Demon's favor is the greatest honor in my life!"
At this time, the owner of Xianyue Tower appeared, with long hair that reached the ground, and a slender figure, showing golden proportions, but his face had no facial features, replaced by a purple-black vortex.
His words were astonishing: "Sikong Fengyu, what are you still hesitating about? You don't naively think that you can get rid of the Ancestral Demon by reaching the realm of transcendence, right?"
