Chapter 539: Ceiling
Jiuyao, who emitted a crimson light in the night sky, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and it was strangely connected into a straight line.
Under the pressure of the slaughtering heavenly power, all living beings felt as if their lives were gradually being withdrawn from their bodies.
Jiuyao retrograde is a fierce appearance, which will always bring disaster to the devastation of life.
The calamity guided by this spell was out of the control of Ming Ye as a spellcaster, and all he could do was to concentrate the scope of the calamity around the Holy Son as much as possible.
"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, if you can attract such a heavenly punishment, the poor path can be regarded as a success, right?" The glow on Ming Ye's body suddenly dimmed, and the majestic aura also dissipated completely.
Rumble!
A crimson thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the huge explosion sounded as if the whole world was about to collapse.
His eyes were fixed on the thunder of heavenly punishment falling down, and only then did his haggard face show a slight smile of relief.
As the last trace of vitality dissipated, Ming Ye's body completely turned into a little stray firefly, leaving only the Taoist clothes and ten thousand magic seals on his body to fall to the ground.
His soul was like a burning candle, blown by a gust of wind, silently dissipating in its place.
That well-behaved, sensible, intelligent and capable, and no one will ever get tired of Tomorrow Night, as if it had never existed in this world, disappeared cleanly!
"Tomorrow night!" Ruoshui and the others forcibly endured the backlash of the Ten Thousand Immortal Array and the oppression brought by the heavenly punishment, and rushed to the location before tomorrow night desperately.
Even if everything is irretrievable, they still have a trace of luxury, maybe, maybe......
Laugh at~~~
A Xuanqing sword light swept through the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it escaped to Lingyun Mountain.
The sword light dispersed, revealing a mysterious figure.
"Tomorrow night, you fool!" Xuan Wei looked at the Taoist clothes and ten thousand law seals on the ground with a sad face, and his eyes were full of regret and remorse.
"Master, please save Ming Ye, he will be fine, right?" Ruoshui seemed to see a life-saving straw, and grabbed Xuanwei's arm and asked.
Xuan Wei bit his lip, but his sad expression dispelled the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.
If only the body is destroyed tomorrow night, Xuan Wei will be able to save his soul, and whether it is reshaping his body or turning to a ghost immortal, it will not be a big problem.
However, Xuan Wei never expected that Ming Ye would make such a strong decision, and burn together with the power of the soul to trigger the spell!
The soul is scattered, and there is nothing to be done about Da Luo Jinxian!
"Silly apprentice, the teacher usually admires your intelligence the most, but why are you confused at this time!" Xuan Wei silently squatted down, picked up the children's uniform specially customized for Tomorrow Night with both hands, and couldn't help blurring his vision in front of him.
The scene when I first saw it is still vivid, and the bright night at that time was still a small bald head with his mouth open "Amitabha Buddha" and closed his mouth "everyone in the world is suffering", and his sentence "Buddha is the way" is a joke that contracted Xuanwei for a period of time.
Since then, Xuanwei has gotten used to the little tail following him, given him the Taoist name of "Tomorrow Night", taught him Taoism and scriptures, took him out on travels, occasionally teased him with evil taste, touched his smooth head, and happily sat and watched him and Qinglian talk to each other......
Yes, although it has only been less than a year, Xuanwei has already regarded him as his most important relative!
Sou!
At this moment, the strange insect that had just been temporarily forced back by Tomorrow Night quietly groped around Xuanwei's back, turning into a black light and attacking him.
A little cold light flashed in the corner of Xuanwei's eyes, because of the fact that his soul was scattered tomorrow night, his mood was depressed like a volcano that could erupt at any time.
This insect chose this time to attack Xuanwei, and it was simply blocking the gun's hole by himself!
"Get out!" Xuan Wei didn't look back, and waved his sword finger behind him.
The invisible sword intent with cold killing intent instantly cut the body of that strange insect into countless pieces of minced meat, which can be called a thousand cuts!
Until the corpse was separated, the strange insect still couldn't understand how it died, obviously its talent for devouring spiritual energy was the nemesis of the monk, why couldn't this person's spell devour?
However, thinking about it, with the IQ and realm of the strange insect, there is probably no way to understand that there is still an existence called "sword intent" in the world.
Compared to the aura, the mind that originates from the state of mind and soul is the most solid and fundamental strength of the monk!
Crash~~~
The minced flesh of the strange insect ignited a flame, and before it could hit the ground, it was reduced to flying ashes.
Xuan Wei carefully dusted off the clothes of tomorrow night, folded them and put them in his sleeves, then got up and took out a porcelain vase, and handed it to Ruoshui: "This is a healing elixir, you let everyone take it!"
Without waiting for Ruoshui to reply, Xuanwei stuffed the porcelain bottle into Ruoshui's hand, and then the figure flashed in front of him.
"Ah~~~ The deity is the Holy Son of the Demon Clan, how could he die here!" In the center of the thunder light, the Holy Son held his hands up, and the arms that gathered the demonic qi actually resisted the thunder of heavenly punishment.
The surrounding ground was completely reduced to scorched earth, and the bottomless pit was left with traces of magma-like melting, and this was only a little affected, so you can imagine how terrifying the Holy Son was when he faced this thunderous light!
The body of the Holy Son was already scorched and smoky, and from time to time a large amount of blood fell from the skin and flesh, but the black and purple lines on his body were several light and dark breaths, and there was always a steady stream of demonic qi to fill in to repair the injuries he had suffered.
If it weren't for that, I was afraid that the Holy Son would have been blown away by this thunderbolt, and where could he still roar so loudly.
"So that's the case, this is actually a kind of seal?" Xuan Wei observed for a moment, barely seeing some clues.
At first glance, it seems that those inscription-like lines have given the Holy Son a surging demonic aura and power, but in fact, this is a seal that suppresses the true level of the Holy Son!
If you think about it carefully, it will inevitably lead to a question, since the strength of the Holy Son is so strong, why didn't he come to the door to destroy the great array on Lingyun Mountain before?
The former view of heaven and earth is dilapidated and withered, and there is no such combat power as Xuanwei in the view, it is said that the Holy Son should be able to easily get his hands on it, why choose now, and painstakingly arrange a mighty feint to open Xuanwei?
Obviously, it's not that the Son doesn't want to, it's that he can't!
In the admonition circulated by the Heaven and Earth Concept, it is mentioned that the disciples of the sect should not enter the forbidden land lightly unless they have crossed the tribulation and ascended.
In other words, even if it was a land immortal-level existence, it would be quite dangerous to enter the forbidden land. Relying only on the protection of the large array itself, it was enough to press down the ceiling of combat power that could be allowed to exist in the mortal world.
It is true that now that the aura of heaven and earth has recovered, the great array on Lingyun Mountain has loosened as a result, causing its power to gradually begin to decline.
But the Holy Son dared to choose to do it at this moment, which means that he has enough certainty, to put it simply, he can touch and even break the strength of the mortal ceiling!