"what happened!"
The combined-level battle has ended, and Wu Hengfeng and his group of more than 20 people are recuperating on a lonely peak in the north. As there was a huge tremor under their feet, they were all startled and stood up one after another.
The red raindrops suddenly became dense and fell into the jungle with crackling sounds.
"My Buddha is compassionate..."
Faxin suddenly looked sad, slowly knelt down facing the south, and called out softly with a trembling voice.
"Send me the Buddha!"
The three surviving elders of Mingguang Pagoda knelt down one after another, their bodies trembling slightly and their voices full of sadness.
"No form!!!"
"Brother Wuxiang Taoist!!!"
On the southern battlefield, tens of thousands of miles of darkness quickly subsided, leaving only giant sinkholes and chasms thousands of feet deep. The mountains and rivers were gone, and the earth was devastated.
Two embarrassed figures came staggering from a distance and landed on a ruined land in the central area. Looking at the surrounding land stained red with blood, they were indescribably heartbroken.
The two people were Li Xuanhuo from Xuanlian Pavilion and Guo Jingyun from Yunwu Valley.
Guo Jingyun had arrived a long time ago, but the power of the black-robed ancestor was far beyond the imagination of the three of them. After a battle, the three of them used all their methods, but they could not do anything to the black-robed ancestor. Instead, they were suppressed and beaten by him.
And just at the last moment, the black-robed ancestor once again showed off his might, directly sending Guo Jingyun and Li Xuanhuo flying thousands of miles away. Unexpectedly, Wu Xiang from behind took advantage of this moment and used Buddhist secrets to kill the black-robed Demon Ancestor together.
"Brother Dao, why bother? Even if you can't kill me, you can just come back next time. Why do you have to do this..."
Guo Jingyun leaned over and picked up a handful of bloody soil, trembling: "You and I have known each other for more than 30,000 years, and we have never seen any big storms... But now you..."
Li Xuanhuo next to him lowered his head, his face also full of sadness, but his lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.
Blood-red raindrops fell gently.
The cool breeze seemed to be telling the story of this powerful human being's unparalleled achievements.
The two of them stood quietly on this broken land, looking at the scene in front of them, in a daze.
Finally, the bloody rain stopped.
The sky returned to color, and figures flew from a distance one after another, landing around the blood-stained land, lowering their heads solemnly to show respect.
"Faxin."
Guo Jingyun turned his head and looked in the direction of the four people in Mingguang Paosha, and shouted hoarsely.
The old monk recovered his thoughts and slowly came to Guo Jingyun: "Senior."
Guo Jingyun said slowly: "Brother Wuxiang has great merits and deeds. He has been working for the destiny of the human race all his life. Now he passed away here or it is destiny. How about erecting a monument and building a temple here and let him stay here."
Faxin nodded: "It should be so."
As a result, everyone started working together to build a giant tomb with a radius of dozens of miles on this blood-red land. In front of the tomb is a nine-foot-tall carved stone tablet. In addition to being engraved with Wu Xiang's name, it also records his life achievements.
Lu Li, along with everyone else, bowed respectfully to the stone tablet, and then stood aside silently.
The war was basically over at this point.
All that's left are some finishing touches.
Guo Jingyun and Li Xuanhuo discussed it and decided to let everyone start looking for their own opportunities, and at the same time, do their best to eliminate the missing demon tribes.
The two of them are preparing to go to the Night Demon Sea to completely dismantle the Universal Space Formation so that human practitioners from outside this continent can also come to this continent to practice, which can be regarded as opening up the territory for the human race.
Lu Li originally planned to find a place to retreat and practice, but he thought there were many places in this continent that he had never been to, and there might be another chance, so he left this place with everyone.
And as everyone left one after another, the vast tomb was the only thing left on this desolate land.
After a while, Lu Li headed west and came to the foot of a broken mountain.
He looked around a few times and saw no one was around, so he released Jianpi and Mingyue. He briefly explained the current situation to the two of them, and then said: "Now that the demon crisis has been resolved, you two should go out and look for opportunities."
"Boss, how about we go with you?" Jianpi said, looking around.
"What, are you afraid?"
"No way, isn't it the Mingxin Sword Palace that wants to cause trouble for you? If we are here, it can also have a helper, right?"
"Yes, Master, let's go with you." Mingyue said quickly when she saw this.
"No, I can handle the affairs of Mingxin Sword Palace on my own, but if I can't, I still have Chan Bao, right? Just go ahead and take care of yourselves," Lu Li insisted.
After hearing what Lu Li said, Jianpi and the others said nothing more. After bidding farewell to Lu Li, they left in a hurry.
Lu Li continued to rush towards the west unhurriedly.
About half an hour later, Lu Li suddenly stopped in mid-air, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at the dense jungle in front of him.
There seemed to be a very familiar aura in the jungle.
"Is it really the original energy?"
After a moment, Lu Li looked happy, then swooped down and landed in front of an ancient tree in the jungle.
On the surface, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with this ancient tree, but Lu Li, who possessed the Origin Magic Orb, could clearly sense that there was an unusual aura inside the ancient tree.
After staring at the ancient tree in front of him for a few moments, Lu Li slowly took three steps back, then slapped a palm three feet away from the trunk of the ancient tree.
Bang! Wow...
Suddenly, the tree trunk exploded, and the giant tree dozens of feet high collapsed. A black line emerged from the irregular fracture, swaying left and right like a tentacle.
As if sensing Lu Li's presence, the black line twisted around like a child meeting its mother and flew towards Lu Li.
Lu Li instinctively stepped back, but the next moment, he stopped again and couldn't help but spread his left hand. The black thread suddenly accelerated and penetrated into Lu Li's palm.
"The original energy of the left hand!"
As the black line entered his left hand, then went up his arm, and finally connected to the original magic bead in the sea of consciousness, Lu Li suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his mind.
This wisp of black energy is one of the five original energy coming from the original magic bead, the source of the left hand.
Immediately, he gently grasped it with his left hand, and as expected, it instantly turned into pitch black color, and it seemed to be made of fine steel, extremely hard.
Lu Li thought for a moment with his eyes slightly lowered, and then punched an ancient tree a hundred feet away.
Snapped! ! !
Suddenly, the dark arm stretched out in an instant, and punched the tree trunk hard, punching it through easily. It seems that it is similar to Qin Feng's body.
As Lu Li thought, he retracted his fist and his blood color returned to normal instantly, without any discomfort.
Lu Li looked at his left hand, and a sudden confusion arose in his heart: "What is the relationship between this original demonic energy and the great demon Jueshang?"
