He could feel that this golden cicada relict contained an unimaginably huge amount of power, as long as the Heavenly Demon could absorb it, it was enough to make his own strength break through, and even impact the shackles of the legendary realm to reach a higher level.

"It is worthy of being the remnant of Emperor Donghua, even if he falls, he still retains such a strong atmosphere. It's just that I don't know if this golden cicada is related to the golden cicada of Buddhism? ”

Song Xing's eyes lit up: "If there is no connection, then it means that I can use this golden cicada to cultivate and directly break through the Heavenly Immortal Realm." ”

However, he also saw that the power in this golden cicada was extremely majestic, even if it was not the so-called golden cicada relict of Buddhism, it could not be directly absorbed by the heavenly demon at this moment.

Otherwise, the power that is too huge in it will directly support the body of the Heavenly Demon.

Having made up his mind, Song Xing stepped into the top of the stone tablet and reached out to grab the golden cicada.

This golden cicada relic, which seemed to have a bit of spirituality, sensed Song Xing's approach, and writhed in the void.

A crisp sound was heard, and the whole space seemed to tremble.

Immediately after, Song Xing was shocked to find that all the power that originally belonged to him in this space dissipated and became another force.

This golden cicada is actually devouring its own power!

It actually has an autonomous spirituality, and it is not a puppet completely manipulated by the Emperor of Donghua, but seems to have become a real living object.

The golden cicada continued to writhe, and Song Xing immediately felt that the huge power contained in his body was actually absorbed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the environment around him was changing, and the space around the original stone monument had become a huge altar.

In the center of the altar, there is a coffin with a pitch-black body.

This coffin is very strange, it is completely black, and there seems to be some corpse lying in it, but it seems to have no life.

On the edge of the pitch-black coffin, a strange symbol texture is carved, as if it were some kind of seal.

Song Xing secretly screamed in his heart, and hurriedly took a few steps back, his face solemn.

This place has left the range of the stone monument, but this place is still in the illusion realm, he can't get out at all, the only thing he can do is to find a way to break the game as soon as possible.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, the altar shook slightly, and the swarthy coffin actually opened a gap.

The next moment, a cold gaze shot out, piercing Song Xing's eyebrows.

Song Xing suddenly trembled violently, and his hairs stood on end.

With just a glimmer of his eyes, he sensed mortal danger in it.

A dull, thunderous thud erupted.

Then, the altar shook, and countless runes intertwined into a network, densely covering the entire void.

These runes, with terrifying power, descended in an instant, wrapping towards Song Xing, and each rune contained terrifying power.

Song Xing roared angrily, urging all over his body to form an armor to cover his entire body, and at the same time cast a secret technique to resist.

He could feel that these runes were not trying to kill him, but trying to capture him.

But the more this happened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Song Xing roared wildly, and with the last of his strength, he slammed his palm on the pitch-black coffin in the center of the altar.

Thundered!

The entire altar shook wildly, the ground cracked, and countless dust rolled and stirred.

Click! Click!

In the center of the altar, hideous cracks appeared on the pitch-black coffin, and a cold and bone-chilling evil aura slowly diffused out of the coffin, quickly enveloping the entire altar, making Song Xing's heart can't help but beat violently, resulting in a strong suffocation.

Finally, the coffin lid was lifted in half.

Song Xing's eyes widened, and he saw that there was nothing inside the coffin.

He opened his eyes and looked inside the coffin again, and this time, he finally saw something.

Inside, there was a deep and quiet dark void like a sea of stars.

A figure stood in the void, wearing a black robe, with long flowing hair and a black crown, full of aura, gloomy and evil, giving people an extremely contradictory feeling.

As if sensing Song Xing's gaze, the figure suddenly turned its head, revealing a miserable white face.

This face has no human appearance, the facial features are uneven, full of all kinds of weirdness, especially in the pupils of this figure, there are two blood lines, which is shocking.

"The golden cicada's relict is a trap?" This thought flashed through Song Xing's mind, and then quickly denied it, "The Golden Cicada Relic was left here by Emperor Donghua in order to suppress the existence on this altar?" ”

What kind of person is it that is worthy of being suppressed by Emperor Donghua with his own legal body?

The evil figure in front of him, the aura on his body was cold and evil to the extreme, like the most evil demon of the Nine Shadows descending into the world.

This kind of aura, even Song Xing, would not dare to provoke it easily.

Song Xing's heart was alarmed, and he fled directly regardless of everything.

However, as soon as the evil figure raised his hand, he imprisoned Song Xing.

As soon as the evil figure opened its mouth and spit out, a thick blood mist gushed out, instantly enveloping the entire altar, and in the blood mist, countless hideous resentful souls could be vaguely seen, letting out a terrible howl, and swept towards Song Xing.

Blood splattered and stained the altar red.

The thick blood mist contaminated Song Xing's skin and immediately penetrated into his body.

Song Xing's face changed, and he felt that his body was aging rapidly, as if he had encountered a curse, and his vitality was passing rapidly.

He hurriedly activated the spell and used the mana, trying to stop the passage of life.

He didn't expect that the golden cicada relics he had just obtained would be waiting for him in a big pit.

Who is this?

Why did he leave such a terrible curse in his body?

Just as the phantom was about to pounce into his body, he suddenly let out a miserable scream, and was suddenly ejected from his body by a golden light in Song Xing's body.

The golden light emanated from Song Xing's own Yuan Shen brand, and after the phantom was ejected, it began to dim.

"Taishang Laojun? Why do you have the imprint of the Taishang Dao in your body! The phantom screamed.

Song Xing breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly investigated his body.

I saw that the imprint of the primordial spirit in my body was much darker.

Obviously, because the evil phantom from before, he took away him, so that his primordial spirit brand was seriously damaged, and it would take at least three months to recover.

"Could it be...... The Taishang Sutra that you cultivated by yourself? ”

He noticed that the power in his body that was constantly eroding his bloodline, flesh, and even the mana in his body began to dissolve under the illumination of golden light.

Song Xing understood in a trance.

Taishang forgetfulness does not mean cutting off the seven emotions and six desires, but is specially used to deal with the demons in the heart.

Expelle the demons with absolute will and achieve the effect of forgetting your feelings.

"Hmph, just a broken exercise, and also delusional to cross this emperor?" The evil phantom sneered, forming a strange magic seal in his hands, and then slammed forward.

On the altar, those runes suddenly came to life and rushed towards Song Xing.

Song Xing's face changed slightly, and he immediately urged the mana of his whole body, and in an instant, his whole body bloomed with brilliant light, like a small sun, bursting out with an incomparable blazing brilliance.

These runes hit Song Xing's magic light, and instantly collapsed and disintegrated, and countless rune fragments fell to the ground, making a crackling and crisp sound, and a raging flame actually emerged, burning clean.

The terrifying heat distorted the surrounding void, and countless fine spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground.

It's just that, even so, there was still a layer of fire burning on the surface of Song Xing's body, and those rune fragments were still rushing into his body in a steady stream, wanting to devour his soul and spiritual power.

After the firelight, Song Xing looked at the phantom shadow, looking at his emperor-like dress, as well as the self-proclaimed person he had just called, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Emperor Donghua!" (End of chapter)