Above the ancient trees, heavy clouds and mist filled the air. Two words can be vaguely seen.
___China!
When the strong wind blows, the lush branches and leaves instantly close up, blocking the sky. Even the top cannot be seen at all, and the two words can no longer be seen. Even with his spiritual consciousness, he couldn't see through it, as if it was covered by an invisible force.
"Huaxia...what is this? Is it the name of the three-color king?"
The angry magic phase raised its head and looked up. However, in its field of vision, in addition to the faint clouds and mist that penetrated through, there were towering trees and densely packed fruits of various colors.
These fruits are crystal clear, like jade. However, when the clouds are covered and the light no longer shines from above, these fruits no longer sparkle, but dim.
When the fruits turned dim, the angry magician saw that inside these fruits, there were actually bodies, which were corroded and became withered, with even the skin falling off and the bones broken. Only skeletons with bloody flesh and blood were left, exuding a cold light.
The angry magic-looking pupils suddenly shrank.
A cold, biting cold air swept through the whole body, and its soul seemed to be trembling, and the whole body stood frozen in place.
If it were just a low-level demon, the angry magic phase would never be so out of control. There were many orange fruits, and even a red fruit was vaguely seen.
Inside these fruits are actually the corpses of demons, and each color of fruit represents a level.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.
Seven kinds of demons! They are all hidden inside the fruit, so densely packed that it is difficult to count them all.
Do these trees absorb the corpses in the fruits as nutrients and continue to grow? And these tree bodies are the transformation of the king's body?
"I'm afraid this is the method of the three-color king... It's really terrifying." The angry magician took a deep breath, with the intention of retreating, and swallowed all the demons in the outer realm. Even he couldn't do it. After all, the orange-body demon also Blessed by the abyss, immortal.
If this is really the method of the three-color king, then the entire demon in the outer realm has been devoured, and the injuries have been partially or even partially recovered. So, does he still have a chance to win?
"This is the only chance to suppress the king..." The angry magician was a little annoyed. When the colorful mist filled the outer land, he should have gone there instead of just sending the red-body overlord to investigate, leading to a missed opportunity.
"It's a last-ditch battle. The two dharma phenomena should be united to have a chance of winning." Angry Magic thought for a moment and decided to leave first and become one with the deity.
Originally, it was planned that a dharma image would first enter the fog to find out what was going on, lure the king out, and then summon the mad magic phase to come. If there was an accident, the origin left behind could also be used as coordinates, so that the angry magic phase could instantly get out of the fog.
But the situation is not good at this moment. Even the demon in the orange fruit has turned into decay, and its origin has been swallowed up completely. This shows that this king can ignore the rules and devour any kind of demon. This method is no longer Only one Dharma image can resist it.
If the king appears and falls here, even if the original source left behind can allow me to condense the magic form of anger, it will be too late.
Once it fails, this angry magic form will be swallowed by the king and will inevitably return to its peak. At that time, I alone have no chance of winning.
There is no luck in winning the king or losing the bandit. The Angry Magician quickly decided to give up the plan and consider everything in the long term.
Just when Angry Magic turned around and was about to leave this misty place, suddenly, a strong wind roared past.
"What's going on?" The angry magician took a few steps, but found that there was still fog in front of him, and those towering ancient trees were still behind him.
The angry magic phase was so horrified that he could not get out of this foggy area. Even if he could feel his own origin in the distance, he could not trace the breath and integrate there.
The painted earth is a prison, and the magical image of anger can no longer escape. Here, I am the only demon, and my good disguise cannot be used at all.
"Boom——"
Suddenly, there was a strong wind all around, howling and getting stronger and stronger. Gradually, the fog in the sky was torn apart.
At this time, the ancient tree on the side swayed gently, and a fruit fell from the tree.
This was a purple fruit. The shadow of the devil in the fruit disappeared in an instant. What the Angry Magician saw was replaced by a turbid light and shadow in the fruit.
He didn't reach out to catch the fallen fruit, letting it fall to the ground, making a thumping sound, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Subsequently, countless more fruits fell to the ground. As soon as the fruit touches the ground, it disappears like air without a trace.
"…….."
Everything here is too weird, and the world laid out by the Three-color King must be full of traps. It is certain that the king's strength has not yet recovered to the point where he can devour himself head-on, otherwise he would never engage in such tricks.
"Are you delaying time by using some inexplicable deception?" The angry magician frowned. Since there is no way out, he naturally has to fight head-on without fear. Once he retreats, waiting for the king's strength to recover, he will be doomed. .
We must suppress the king and break this formation before he recovers his strength.
The Angry Magician doesn't care about the fruit falling. In the distance, the gaps between ancient trees formed a road.
This road is very long, and it is difficult to see clearly when the spiritual consciousness is limited. When the angry magic phase decides to go deeper.
Suddenly, there was a bang. The sky and the earth changed, and in the sky, there were dense clouds, lightning and thunder, and groups of dark clouds kept rolling, as if they were about to overturn. The strong wind was raging, but it only slapped the ground where the fruit fell.
"…….."
A seedling burst out of the ground, and then with a dull sound, the ground cracked open, and a thick vine shot up into the sky. Immediately afterwards. It's one plant after another. Plant after plant continues to rise, grow, and break out of the ground.
In just a few minutes, it rained heavily, the vegetation grew wildly, the branches and leaves twisted, and the branches slanted, pushing the surrounding towering ancient trees away continuously, forming four walls.
A new world suddenly appeared in it. Not only did the ancient wood push away, but even the colorful mist dimmed.
Such a scene. Appearing in the mist is not a miracle. After all, the three-color monarch is operating in secret. It's just that the angry magic phase doesn't understand what this monarch is doing.
In the gradually fog, a building appeared.
The Angry Magician pondered for a moment and walked forward. It was a Taoist temple that was in dilapidated condition. Even half of the Tianzun Buddha statue was smashed, and there were cobwebs and dust everywhere. A mouse ran out of the rain, looked at the angry magic sign curiously, and finally swooped into the Taoist temple.
These things should not appear in the abyss, especially these living creatures.
Boom, boom, boom...
In the heavy rain, there was the sound of rolling wooden wheels and the braying of donkeys.
Angry Magic looked around and saw a dark figure walking towards the dilapidated Taoist temple in the heavy rain.
boom!
In the rain, thunder fell, lighting up the sky, and the angry magician saw the black figure's face clearly, and suddenly he stood up.
The man was dressed in shabby clothes, wearing a bamboo hat, and was leading a black donkey. The rain kept washing away the blood on this man.
"Human race?" The angry magician frowned, looked at the sleeping woman on the back of the black donkey, and murmured.
"A monk in the Mahayana realm..."
This is too unbelievable. There are human monks in the sixth level of the abyss, but those are the pinnacle beings in the world. Why are there Mahayana monks?
Mahayana monks in the sixth realm are just like mortals and can never approach the depths.
But it is unmistakable. The aura on this person cannot be faked. He is indeed a human being.
The man also saw the magic sign of anger. Without saying a word, he approached the Taoist temple with the black donkey and directly threw the woman on the black donkey into the Taoist temple.
"Fellow Taoist, you can come in and sit down." The man took off his hat, revealing a simple short hair.
He stepped into the Taoist temple, sat down in front of the woman, took out a sharp knife, quickly cut open the woman's skin and took out the kidneys.
"Fellow Taoist...what are you doing?" The angry magician was a little curious.
"She wants to dedicate herself and give up her waist to others." The man gave the angry magician a meaningful look and said: "I am Chu Yi, I wonder if I can make friends with fellow Taoists?
Some people died, but not completely...
