Chapter 1345 The Supreme Inner Demon

The Yin soil was layered, the strong wind was endless, and a blood-brown river rushed from the sky, pouring into the Yellow Spring that ran through this world, connecting the vacuum hometown that assimilated the underworld with the Luofeng domain, which was filled with dreamlike fog. In the six layers of black dead peaks where the most ancient turbid air precipitated, the Xuanming Ghost Emperor quietly looked at the upper reaches of the blood-brown river, with angry flames jumping in his eye sockets.

Over the years, he slowly lost control of Luofeng and could only retreat to the Taoist temple. It was not long before he had to completely abandon this layer and return to the Black Prison.

At this moment, a touch of blood was reflected in his eyes, as if the ocean formed by the essence of all the living beings in the world was pouring down with the fall of a palm, rolling towards the border of Jiuyou, to swallow up the blood-brown acquired Yellow Spring and cut off the connection between Luofeng Black Prison and the vacuum hometown.

"Opportunity!"

Although the Dark Ghost Emperor was always cruel and cold and liked to eat flesh and blood, he was definitely not the chaotic, crazy, and almost irrational existence of the Nine Chaos Heavenly Venerables. He understood the whole story in an instant and made the most favorable choice for himself. He stretched out his ghost claws from the pitch-black death peak without hesitation.

Wherever he passed, the eternal strong wind condensed into snowflakes in the sky, and the barren Yin soil turned into layers of crystal ice spirits. One by one, the wronged souls and evil ghosts flew up and fell into his claws, creating a dark and silent vortex of death and Yin ghosts, silently hitting the border of Jiuyou.

Outside Jiuyou, in the center of the blood-brown river, a bright moon suddenly rose, perfect and flawless, embracing all ways, crystal clear, and waving a little bit of clear light, which made the blood sea disappear layer by layer, and the silent vortex seemed to be assimilated, making the "Yellow Spring" that runs through the two worlds in an untouchable state.

Faced with the incident that endangered the connection between Luofeng Black Prison and Zhenkong Hometown, Wusheng Old Mother did not hesitate at all, and personally went down to the scene and took the initiative!

But at this time, the green light swayed in the void, and a flourishing green tree grew out. The branches blew mysterious fruits, bloomed round after round of divine light, and echoed with the sound of bells.

The clear light slowed down, and the roots of the giant tree spread and penetrated into the perfect "bright moon", and the two fell into a fierce struggle.

The Green Emperor descended from the Eastern Glazed World!

The Paradise, Bodhi Pure Land, Tushita Palace, and Demon King Palace were all silent, and it was unknown whether they were involved with each other, or whether the two saints in the West were also happy to see the Golden Emperor abandon Luofeng.

A huge black shadow rose from the blood-brown river. Zhen Yuanzi, who had become the Ghost Emperor, held the plain cloud boundary flag in one hand and the Heaven Punishment Axe in the other. Following the surging water waves, he went straight to the blood sea and the ghost claw, trying to fight one against two and maintain contact.

The mist was everywhere, and the strange fragrance was shrouded. Once the blood sea was illuminated, it suddenly slowed down, as if it had fallen into a swamp and was wrapped by flags. The Heaven Punishment Axe showed nine Taoist patterns, and the meaning of punishment turned into black lightning, dark green flames, etc. and pounced on the ghost claw.

Yang Jian suddenly chuckled, and the palm that was pressed down shook. One after another red bubbles emerged from the blood sea. The bubbles swelled and exploded, one after another, setting off endless explosions, and finally merged into a sound.

Boom!

The blood sea returned to nothingness, and the storm swept in all directions, shaking the plain cloud boundary flag back.

Boom!

All levels of the Nine Netherworld felt deafening. Even the evil gods and demons in the red mountains couldn't help but feel dizzy. Their auras were like sparks, forming a prairie fire, which spread to a small part of the eighth level of the Nine Netherworld. The red flow at the core seemed to be substantial. Qi Zhengyan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the source of the explosion. There were four bright golden stars between his eyebrows.

More than a hundred years later, with the blessing of Meng Qi and Yang Jian, he was able to prove the legend and step into the world of destiny!

Boom!

The blood sea explosion caused by Yang Jian recklessly plundered the surrounding energy, causing the blood-brown river to emit a sharp sound of waves, and then disintegrated inch by inch, breaking into sections.

Destruction is always easier than protection!

And Yang Jian only targeted the section in the Nine Netherworld, and did not think about affecting the river outside!

The Yellow Springs collapsed, the two worlds were cut off, the misty fog dissipated without wind, and the green wood and the bright moon disappeared immediately, no longer fighting in vain.

Zhen Yuanzi stood outside the Nine Netherworld, took a deep look at Yang Jian, then raised the plain cloud world flag and the Heavenly Punishment Axe, went upstream, and returned to the underworld. The erosion and assimilation of Luofeng by the vacuum hometown came to an abrupt end.

On the other side, outside the Black Emperor's dojo, the sword energy of killing and destruction gradually dissipated, revealing the rather embarrassed Peerless Demon Lord and the lifeless Nether Sea Sword without patterns.

Meng Qi's one-breath-to-three-purity magical power was too much, and it was close to the limit. Seeing that Yang Jian succeeded, he ended the sword formation of the Immortal Execution, and his figure appeared on the top of the dark mountain where he had sat cross-legged before, as if he had never slashed out the sword energy.

"If he really wants to fight, then fight, if he wants to leave, then leave..." The demon's eyes were subtle, and his heart was secretly resentful.

In fact, what he has learned is not much worse than Su Meng. Even if he encounters the great magical power of Yi Qi Hua San Qing, relying on the indestructibility of the supreme demon body, he may also be able to support until the time limit of the incarnation comes, but he can't resist the opponent's Zhu Xian Sword Formation, and he can't resist the opponent's two peerless magic weapons, while he has none!

Comparing people can really make people angry!

The Minghai Sword turned into a dim light and returned to the bottom of Jiuyou, back to the hands of the Seven Killing Taoist. The Demon Lord also disappeared, and his escape method was mysterious and extremely hidden. I don't know where he is hiding. In this respect, he is better than Meng Qi.

Jiuyou quickly returned to "calmness". The hard work of Wusheng Laomu for more than a hundred years failed to cause any waves, and her hard work was destroyed.

This is the beginning... Meng Qi thought to himself, raised his head, looked at another level of Jiuyou, met Yang Jian's eyes, and nodded slightly.

After cutting off the hand of Wusheng Mother that reached into the Nine Netherworld, and forcing Emperor Hei Tian to stick to the dojo, he could start doing many things without worrying about being spied on by big shots!

Meng Qi closed his eyes, and the beating of his heart in his chest suddenly accelerated.

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, it is filled with purple energy, like a bell, full of ancient and original meaning.

Hak, 咚, heartbeat is isolated by the body, even if he stands next to Meng Qi, it is difficult to hear it.

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, Meng Qi connected the jumping of the purple heart with the mysterious Tushita Palace, and received a feedback without sadness or joy.

As soon as the feedback came, Meng Qi's illusive and hazy purple heart beat more violently, and the feeling of mystery and weirdness was better than that of any demon, including the Emperor of Freedom.

Within the realm of reality.

Mr. Lu Da, who has moved Thrushcross Grange to the East China Sea boundary, still guards the lonely grave. In his mind, he will occasionally recall the past events of Middle-earth a hundred or two hundred years ago. The struggle through the ages can only be reconciled by death. Gur, who failed to return from the Middle Ages. Duo, and Su Meng who witnessed him step by step from enlightenment to destiny, and then to despair...

A period of time ago, in the thatched cottage, he suddenly slashed out a brilliant and extremely dazzling sword light. It was clear and pure. It struck the Xijian Pavilion, which had also been moved to the East China Sea, from a distance. He competed with Su Wuming in the air. With the light of the sword, he finally took an unprecedented path. The aura of his nature first reached infinite heights, and then reflected in all realms, obtaining projections.

After taking this step, he accumulated a lot of experience. In just thirty years, he became a good person. Now he is in the middle of the pack and has caught up with Su Wuming.

Mr. Lu Da put down the wood carving in his hand, looked at the undulating blue waves, and thought of the green jade box that had caused a sensation recently.

"I wonder what situation Little Friend Su is now." The thought just occurred to him, and the image of Meng Qi from the past appeared in his mind, with a green robe and an approachable smile.

At this moment, the figure of Meng Qi cupped his hands on his own, and his eyes were filled with illusory purple energy!

This... Mr. Lu Da was thoughtful and looked back as if nothing happened. He picked up the knife again and focused on carving.

On an island in the East China Sea, there was a white-haired old man lying on a rocking chair, basking in the warm afternoon sun, telling the children next to him about the prosperity of the Zhou Dynasty.

"If the Great Zhou Dynasty does not die, and the martial arts exchanges in the Wanjie Mall, video tutorials and forum groups do not collapse, your ancestors and I will most likely be able to attack the Dharmakaya and rank in the Immortal Class. No matter how difficult it is, we can seek refuge with the Human Emperor and obtain the priesthood and protection. One party..."

"At that time, the Holy Land of the Immortal Family was the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, and its leader was the Yuanhuang Immortal Lord Su Meng. He was the most admired and respected figure in your grandfather's life..."

The old man recalled bits and pieces of the past in his heart, thinking about the first time the Fengtian Terrace was successfully built, when Emperor Yuan Su Meng watched the ceremony.

What he didn't notice was that the eyes of the figure in his heart were suddenly dyed with a touch of illusory purple, as if they had their own heartbeat.

All over the real world, similar situations happen quietly one after another.

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Outside the Demon Emperor's Palace, a somersault cloud floated over and landed at the door, transforming into the Monkey King, the Monkey King, wearing a golden chainmail armor.

He scratched his cheek and said to the monster guarding the gate: "My grandson is here to ask to see the Demon King."

Facing his childhood idol, how could the gatekeeper monster dare to stop him? Moreover, the gate behind him opened, obviously with the approval of His Majesty the Demon King.

After passing through a series of portals and entering the Demon Emperor's Palace, Sun Wukong suddenly paused and imagined Meng Qi's figure wearing a mysterious robe in his mind.

A flash of purple light, a heartbeat appeared, and this figure came to life!

Sun Wukong pointed his hand and cut out this thought. The purple light inside it rose up, the heartbeat became clear, and it stretched into the incarnation of Meng Qi.

The supreme inner demon's way to secretly meet the Demon King!