The flames burned violently, igniting the picture of the Southern Suzaku Academy, burning away the scene that had happened in the past in the long river of time.

With the destruction of the southern picture, those ancient characters that represented the changes in the southern heavens in the direction of the four elephants also disappeared along with it, and the water mirror clone suspended in this direction was naturally also greatly damaged, and the whole body became transparent.

"Finally, there's the East."

According to convention, the strongest and unstable always appear at the end, and the water mirror looks at the doppelganger with the word "Tian" on his forehead.

Located in the east, the doppelganger named "Kong Ming" was trembling slightly, and strange scars appeared on his body from time to time.

Some of the scars looked like they had been caught by ghosts.

Some of the scars seemed to be pierced by a divine bow.

Some of the scars seemed to have been slashed by countless sword qi.

There is also a flame similar to the Southern Vermilion Bird Academy burning, and the killing power of the Western White Tiger Academy is raging.

This meant that the calamity in the east was the most terrifying and complex, and even the Xuanwu Eye, which had exhausted the mysteries of the Heavenly Machine, was about to be unable to withstand the backlash of these powers.

Those scars were all superimposed on Shui Jing's Tianzi Fen, which was equivalent to her own body to bear the pain of these backlashes.

This is the price that the person who peeks into the river of fate has to pay, she is not a powerful dream species like the Xuanwu Holy Beast, and observing the world of seas and mountains with the body of a human is bound to pay a huge price.

She had to endure as many kinds of pain as there were the scars on her body.

But for her, this qiē has long been used to it.

Those who watch the heavenly machine will not die well. In particular, when observing the celestial machines related to oneself, the price to be paid is more than ten times that of the usual.

This avenue, which has existed since ancient times, is a method similar to equivalent exchange, and if you want to gain the power to peep into your fate, you must sacrifice something.

The eye of the water mirror is the price she paid to inherit the eye of Xuanwu.

From that moment on, she could no longer see the myriad colors of the seas and mountains, only the reality of the world observed in the Divine Soul World.

Of course, since she has chosen this path, the Xuanwu Heavenly Maiden naturally has a relative way to bear it.

The One Qi Transformation Three Clears practiced by Shui Jing is the top secret technique among them, and it is a peerless immortal technique that can share the anti-devouring curse to the three clones of heaven, earth and man.

However, even if the backlash can be shared, the pain will not be less at all, and it will even be superimposed.

This means that when the water mirror casts the Xuanwu Eye, it has to endure four times as much pain as others, in exchange for more powerful observation and analysis capabilities.

Therefore, she saw and saw the scenes that remained in the memories of the seas and mountains.

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Under the icy huge waterfall, Dao Wuyuan rubbed the Frost Heavenly Bow in his hand, looking at it with an expression like looking at his lover.

This Frost Bow, which is already of extraordinary quality, is undergoing a strange transformation after hunting down giants born in an unknown number of nightmare worlds.

Some characters that did not belong to the seas and mountains began to appear on the bowstring and bow arm, and if you look closely, they are actually somewhat similar to the inscriptions that Mei Xue saw from the Ghost Emperor when she first met the Ghost Emperor.

In the center of the bow, a grim white mask emerges. This is not an attachment to the Frost Sky Bow, but a mysterious thing that has quietly appeared as the number of giants hunted by Dao Wuyuan has increased.

Dao Wuyuan looked at this white ghost face, and blood fell silently on his cold cheeks, as if he had seen a picture from a long time ago.

That's something that doesn't know what world or era it happened in.

A gigantic city, barely like it would exist in the mountains of the seas, had lost its dawn, and it was shrouded in a fog of lime, loess, detritus, and soot mixed into a gray mist.

The thick mist filled the air, floating, rising piece by piece, wisp, and floc, like a curtain slowly suspended in the air, silently enveloping the ruins.

Silence enveloped the empty city of the end of the world. In the gray-white mist, only the ruins of the seemingly empty city remained.

Then, Dao Wuyuan saw it.

A giant, a colossal giant moving over the ruins.

Except for the sound of the giant moving, all the sounds were gone. Occasionally, a few children's thin cries seemed to come from the depths of the earth, so deep, so slender, like a fluttering white thread in an illusion.

On the ground, there was blood everywhere. In the faint morning light, the fine dust drifted slowly, one by one, and then fluttered and flew with the footsteps of the giant.

"Boom!" The sound of the giant's footsteps shook a three-story balcony, and the entire balcony smashed vertically on the second-story balcony, and as the giant advanced, one building after another began to collapse

It flattened the streets, broke bridges, knocked down highs, and turned the city beyond recognition.

Huge stone pillars, cracked squares, and mountains of corpses piled up on the side of the road!

There are corpses on the mountain with crushed heads, smashed feet, and flattened bodies, which is still good, more of the dead who are not even visible in the wreckage, buried in the ruins of the city.

As the giant advanced, pieces of crimson liquid began to seep from the ruins. It seeped more and more and accumulated, like a thin stream of crimson water, which flowed out of the cracks in the stone slabs, dripped down the broken walls, bypassed the broken window lattices, and seeped out of the gray and white wall soil.

The pale red blood flowed slowly, converging into small red rivers, leaving traces of life and death on the black ruins.

In that sea of blood, a white mask began to emerge, as if chasing the giant, and as if attracted by this sea of blood.

The white mask, staring at the distant giant, began to take shape little by little.

This city, which was destroyed by giants, is a terrifying memory left by the seas and mountains, and it is one of the reasons for his birth as seen by Dao Wuyuan, who is on a mission to "kill giants".

"Kill the giants." Dao Wuyuan looked coldly at the Frost Heavenly Bow in its transformation, and became more clear about his mission.

"Giants, no matter what kind of giants they are, must die!"

"A dead giant is a good giant."

With Dao Wuyuan's epiphany, an ancient mark began to appear on his forehead, which was the avenue he had stepped into, the cultivation path with the ultimate goal of "killing all giants".

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There is a little bit of trouble in the Netherworld Yellow Spring, which belongs to the girl's troubles.

Her subordinates have increased again.

"Okay, now there are three thousand troops!"

"Next, work harder and strive to become 10,000 as soon as possible."

"If there are many people, the strength will be reached, and the newcomers will line up."

The twelve devil girls stood in front of their ghost wells in a serious manner, looking at the various ghosts that kept crawling out of the ghost wells.

Hanged ghosts, hanged ghosts, or evil spirits hanged by strangulation. Each of them has a long tongue that can be freely suspended in the air, regardless of the shape of the ground.

Water ghosts, mostly drowned children become. The trait is that it has a speed bonus of more than three times in the water, and it can exert extraordinary power in water battles, and even if the fairy warlock is pulled into the water, he will not be able to eat and walk.

Terracotta Warriors, a brand new class. It is a ghost creature that is buried after the death of a figure such as an emperor and a general, and it has been immersed in the yin qi of heaven and earth, and there are even powerful ghosts at the level of a powerful ghost general, who can command many ghosts to fight in formation.

Finally, it is the rarest, a rare ghost that any immortal warlock of the Netherworld Immortal Dao will blush at the sight of - the Nine Sons Yin Demon.

With a huge maternal head as a nest, nine small skulls flew around this huge head, exuding a chilling ghostly aura, which was the rare ghost that Netherworld Immortal Dao Immortal Warlock dreamed of—the Nine Sons Yin Demon.

The requirement for the birth of this kind of ghost creature is simply rare, and it is necessary for a fairy warlock woman who is pregnant with nine tuplets to be buried in a place where corpses have been raised for ten thousand years to have a very small chance of being born.

Septuplets are an extremely rare phenomenon, and it is even more difficult for an immortal warlock to get pregnant. Even in the history of the Netherworld Immortal Dao, there was only one sect master who had obtained a similar Yin Demon, and it was not a complete Nine Sons Yin Demon, but a fragmented version of the Eight Sons Yin Demon.

Nine is extremely numerous, and I am afraid that there are only a handful of nine Yin Demons that have been born since the opening of the entire Zhuhai Mountains, so when this strange image of the powerful ghost thing flew out of the ghost well, it suddenly caused all the devil girls to scramble.

"I, mine, came out of my well!"

"Wait, aren't we all one, we should share it together!"

"That's right, there are twelve months in a year, and everyone takes turns for a month and no one dies!"

"Well, we're already dead......"

Looking at the quarrel between the twelve devil girls who were the same as him, Netherworld Huangquan smiled lightly, and made a casual move at the Nine Sons Yin Demon suspended in the air.

As soon as he came out, he shocked all the ghosts around him, and the high-flying Nine Sons Yin Demon instantly defected to his true master, and then nodded on the shoulder of Netherworld Yellow Spring with his huge head.

"Very well, good boy." The Netherworld Yellow Spring touched this terrifying ghost thing that could scare the soul in the eyes of others, and nine skulls with Netherworld Fire burning in their eyes flew around the Netherworld Yellow Spring excitedly, and they automatically offered their loyalty without any contract.

This is the charm of the Netherworld Yellow Spring, and this is the power of the Netherworld Immortal Dao Holy Maiden.

Under the "Mandate of Heaven", all the ghosts in the seas and mountains will become her hands, her feet, her eyes, and she has become the messenger of the Yellow Spring.

"Okay, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and the next thing is to capture Meixue!" The twelve devil girls held hands and cheered loudly.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Bluff!"

In the midst of countless ghost fires, the terrifying ghosts from the Santu River fell down at the foot of the Netherworld Yellow Spring together, offering their loyalty to the Holy Maiden of the Yellow Spring.