In the endless void, red light flew past.
Wherever it passes, waves of chaotic power gather from all directions like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, chasing behind the beads and rushing to pour into them.
There were also streams of blood flying from below and being absorbed by the beads. Every ray of blood faintly revealed the aura of a Beast King.
The color of the beads became more and more intense, like gems made from blood. Correspondingly, more and more power of chaos was attracted.
With the infusion of the power of chaos, wisps of thin mist began to appear on the surface of the red bead.
The mist gradually became thicker and thicker until it completely enveloped the red bead. The red suddenly faded and turned into the original bright white.
Then the white beads disintegrated and merged into the mist. The scope of the fog suddenly expanded, misty and billowing, and it looked almost the same as the original clouds and mist.
The forbidden magical power was cast at the cost of half of the monster clan's combat power, allowing it to recover from its injuries and make up for its losses in a short period of time.
It doesn't stop there.
The magical power is still functioning, and the incoming power of chaos continues unabated.
His strength continued to improve, quickly surpassing the previous level and moving towards his peak strength.
The clouds and mist moved through the chaotic storm, changing direction frequently in order to delay as much time as possible.
The void is vast, and I don’t know where I am in the blink of an eye.
After two or three moments, the time that used to fly by in the blink of an eye became extremely long. When the power of chaos stopped, it finally got the desired result.
After countless years, he returned to a state of perfection.
Without hesitation, it is ready to return. This time, it not only wants to wipe out those three people, but also wants to wipe out the top monks of the human race in one day.
There is only one day, and after one day, its strength will fall back to the state when it was injured. This is the drawback behind the mysterious effect of that magical power.
At this moment, it suddenly sensed something in front of it.
The surrounding chaotic power faintly flows forward, so slowly that it is difficult to detect.
In addition, there is some indescribable aura that makes it feel comfortable.
As soon as his thoughts changed, the clouds and mist flew forward, approaching the target in an instant.
A huge island comes into view.
The sparkling island, a beautiful smoke scene, otherworldly, elegant and ethereal, is nothing like anything in this world.
There are mountains, rivers, lakes, and Yaotai Golden Tower on the island. A huge tree with a green crown reaching into the sky makes the island even more magical.
That breath came from the island. There are so many extremely powerful heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and magical medicines gathered there that they can be attracted to it.
It instinctively realized that if it could obtain these treasures, that shortcoming would be made up for.
Although it is unknown who this island belongs to, there are currently no living creatures on the island that can pose a threat to it.
It made a decision immediately.
The first thing to deal with is the robe-like Wuzhu Taoist weapon blocking the front.
…
Shi Jue Mansion.
The parade had just ended, and the incense car procession stopped outside a certain palace. Delicious delicacies, cinnamon wine, pepper paste, etc. are all ready in the palace, just waiting for the banquet to begin.
Qian Ran enthusiastically invited Jing Yingrong to the banquet. Just as Jing Yingrong was about to speak, he was interrupted by the teleportation elder of Shijue Mansion.
The elder's face was full of shock. He ignored the others present and directly told Qian Ran about the news that many beast kings had died mysteriously.
Everyone was in an uproar, and Qian Ran couldn't believe it. She grabbed the elder and asked him carefully to confirm that it was correct, and then turned into excitement and surprise.
"Okay, okay! God will bless the human race! In these good days, we-"
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure suddenly came.
Everyone was silent for a moment, and their hearts seemed to be clenched tightly by someone. Many people collapsed to the ground, shivering uncontrollably.
The extremely ferocious killing intent that came from behind gave Qian Ran the illusion that he had died once, even if it was not directed at him.
Without thinking, he took out his magic weapon and set up a formation. He suppressed the fear in his chest and looked back -
Nothing.
The strangeness has disappeared, moving forward and backward as fast as if it was just a collective hallucination.
Qian Ran wiped away cold sweat.
"Strange thing. Little friend Jing, what did you say just now - eh?"
He looked around.
"Where have people gone?"
(End of chapter)
