Chapter 293 Eternal

"Master!"

Feeling that he was getting closer and closer to the center of the blood mist, and that the aura of thunder punishment in the air around him was getting thicker and thicker, the musician who was almost flying close to the blood mist shouted anxiously.

At the same time, in his mind, he kept issuing orders to return, wanting to call back the master's body.

However, the master's body, which used to be as one with him, now completely ignored his orders.

All his thoughts were like a drop in the ocean, with no feedback.

And the master's speed in the mist was extremely fast, and he was getting farther and farther away from him.

Finally, he stopped at the center of the blood-colored mist.

No movement.

Some kind of ominous premonition emerged in the musician's heart.

He became more and more anxious, and his escape light quickly passed through the swamp where the blood mist was surging, and quickly reached the depths of the blood-red mist, and saw the place where the sword fell a few days ago.

Compared with the earth-shattering scene when other top practitioners attacked, after the sword of the Wolf God fell, there was no huge scar of the earth breaking and everything collapsing, nor was there a spectacular scene of spiritual wind surging and mountains and rivers changing.

Except for the blood-colored mist that slowly dispersed and disappeared on the entire swamp, there was not even a deep pit left in the center of the swamp.

The sword fell, only taking away the dozen evil demons and completely evaporating them from the world.

While killing the evil demons, not even the grass in the swamp was hurt.

Everything remained the same.

If it weren't for the blood mist sword energy that slowly dissipated on the swamp, silently telling the horror not long ago, I'm afraid no one would believe that there had been an unparalleled sword energy that spanned three thousand miles here.

Such a strange situation, if seen at ordinary times, the musician would definitely be very surprised and carefully study it to see if the sword of the Wolf God really did not harm innocent people.

But now, he is in no mood to care about these trivial matters.

His eyes widened slightly.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

He looked at the red-dressed woman standing in the center of the mist in disbelief, and was frightened by the scene in front of him.

In the center of the blood-colored mist, there stood a transparent and blurry shadow silently.

The shadow was blurry and dim, almost transparent.

From a distance, one could barely see the silhouette of her image, which looked a bit like a woman in a divine robe.

However, the shadow of the woman was too blurry and transparent, with neither a face nor a body, and it was so thin that it seemed to disappear at any time.

But such a fragile and strange shadow that could disappear at any time now stood in front of the master's body, facing the master.

Wisps of breath continued to overflow from its body, sinking into the seven orifices on the master's face, and were inhaled into the master's body.

The musician could clearly perceive that as the wisps of breath were inhaled into the master's body, his master seemed to be constantly "coming alive" and constantly getting out of his control.

His soul began to be rejected by the master's body, and his mind was constantly pushed out.

——This shadow with a strange origin actually wanted to occupy the master's body! Drive him out!

The musician who saw this scene could no longer hold back and took action directly.

The zither box behind him opened with a bang, and an ancient zither flew out and hovered in front of him.

The musician's pale and slender ten fingers gently stroked the strings of the zither, and directly played the fatal sound.

The rapid notes had no grace and elegance, but instead concealed infinite murderous intent.

Faced with such an urgent situation, the musician did not dare to hold back, and directly activated the spiritual energy in his body and played the fatal sound - Jiuxiao Fumo Qu.

Every vibration of the strings caused the entire blood-colored fog to explode.

In the rapid and solemn sound of the zither, one after another, the burly phantoms of gods appeared in the blood mist.

There were a total of nine burly phantoms of gods, each of which was amazingly powerful and difficult to deal with evil demons.

As the sound of the zither played, the phantoms of the gods all roared, waved different magic weapons, and rushed towards the transparent strange silhouette.

However, facing the solemn notes of the musician and the nine phantoms of the gods that were coming from all around, the transparent and blurred silhouette did not move, but the red-dressed woman who had been standing still suddenly waved her hand.

The bright sword light instantly flashed from the woman's hand, turned into an indestructible sword light, and cut down all directions.

In a moment, the nine phantoms of the gods collapsed, and the musician holding the guqin vomited blood, flew backwards, and fell in the swamp in a mess.

But he couldn't even withstand a single blow.

And the dim silhouette had almost completely disappeared, and it was obvious that the possession had come to an end.

Finally, under the musician's shocked and angry gaze, the dim silhouette turned into the last wisp of smoke and was inhaled into the nose of the woman in a bright red wedding dress.

In the blood mist, a woman in a wedding dress slowly opened her eyes.

She looked at the musician not far away.

At that moment, the musician who looked into the eyes of the "master" felt his body and soul tremble violently, as if he saw the terrifying scene of the roar of all kinds of monsters in the ancient barbaric era.

He also seemed to see the terrifying scene of the gods fighting in blood and tearing the earth apart above the sky...

"No!!!"

The musician screamed in pain.

The incredible pressure almost crushed him.

Just the intersection of their eyes almost crushed his heart.

And he clearly understood that the woman in the wedding dress was no longer the master he was familiar with.

Her body was occupied by this woman of unknown origin.

In the blood mist, the other party looked at him in the swamp water indifferently and spoke.

"Immortal for thousands of years, immortal for ten thousand years, I... finally came back."

The cold and indifferent self-talk was not said to the musician at all.

The woman opened her hands and took a deep breath, as if embracing this world.

"In this life, I will break the cage! Prove immortality again!"

Looking at the man in the water indifferently, the woman said: "Young man, who is the strongest person in the world?"

In the swamp, the musician's eyes were cracked and he was furious.

However, when the woman looked at him coldly, he froze all over, as if his whole body was frozen, and he couldn't think of resisting at all.

He shouted involuntarily.

"The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons! The strongest evil demon in the Huotong Kingdom today is the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons!"

The only thing the musician who almost called out the name of the Wolf God could do at this time was to call out the name of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons.

When the woman heard the name, she nodded and said.

"The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons? Sure."

"Although he is only the strongest in one country, he is worthy of being called the Lord and is qualified to die in my hands."

After saying that, the woman in a bright red wedding dress flew up and disappeared from the musician's sight.

Only the panicked and desperate man was left in the swamp, and he had not yet recovered from the fear of being stared at by the woman.