Almost in the flash of the mental warning and the cold wind, the merchant had already narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was a clear look of surprise on his face, and the uncomfortable expression he subconsciously showed when he saw the creepy insect with tentacles at the end, because of its hideous appearance.

It's as if I've seen something far beyond my imagination.

Of course, the image of the insect itself is really a little more evil, and with the environment it is in, the hairs itself that are mixed with blood and muddy caves, and the three lions that are still colossal from a more distant perspective.

It is precisely because of this that in Shang Bo's slightly narrowed eyes, the old farmer's extremely deep eyes are almost gilded Shenhua gathered into a torrent that runs throughout, flowing through it.

He clearly stood in place, not moving, from his body shape to his expression to his qi, it was clear that there was no change from the previous moment, but at this moment, when anyone looked at it, it could be clear, and Shang Bo's state of being ready to go had been fully revealed.

One, two, three......

The frenzied mental warning never subsided, and the chill was worse than a breath.

But all the while, apart from the storm itself, which was still circling, it seemed that time had stagnated in them.

No one moved, no one changed in the slightest.

The thousands of eyes were separated by a crack that seemed to be formed by the power of Sumeru, a door that seemed to exist as if it was both virtual and real, and they looked at each other like this, for a long time.

More than ten interest, dozens of interest, more than 100 interest, hundreds of interest......

Finally, a long time passed, and with the dark storm passing the extreme cold itself, a certain cloud of smoke and dust suddenly rose up, and with that crack formed by the power of Sumeru, the door that originally illuminated the strange world, suddenly changed from clear to hazy and blurred in a flash.

The Sumeru rift itself began to crumble.

The dark storm began to become more turbulent because of this collapse itself, and Shang Bo could see that the void door that was both virtual and real, along with its own collapse, along with the "shrinkage" of its own cracks, the power of Sumeru, which was as delicate as a hair, began to diffuse in the storm like this.

But in the same way, Shang Bo can also feel that this collapse itself actually proves the reality of that strange world.

At this moment, wisps of dim yellow spiritual light "seeped" into the heaven and earth in front of him from the filthy torrent, accompanied by the collapse of the door itself.

Its dim yellow color itself was changing, and some of it suddenly swirled, and the color became darker, and suddenly it became indistinguishable from the dark storm itself.

Another part began to become lighter suddenly, its color became lighter and lighter, and finally, it seemed that even its own aura faded away between the formless and the unphased.

The mistake was not the Gao Ming Pupil Technique controlled by the Great Cultivator of the Jindan Realm, and Shang Bo was even unable to distinguish the emergence of these new Sumeru powers for a while.

So, even though he was confronting the evil and treacherous insect in the air, Shang Bo still subconsciously looked at the strange changes that extended from the collapse of the door to the entire dark storm.

Is this some kind of truth and essence of the birth of the wind in this realm?

Its fierce and turbulent momentum opened the door to the strange world, and then the power drawn and diffused by the collapse of this gate itself taught its fierce and surging momentum itself to intensify.

It sounds like a chicken-and-egg story, and children and grandchildren are endless.

It may not be possible to trace back to the beginning, but Shang Bo is sure that what he has witnessed is a very important part of the evolution of the long-term existence of this Sumeru realm.

Even at this moment, Shang Boyou still has a lot to think about, perhaps it is precisely because of the long-term lingering of this Sumeru realm wind in this place that it has caused the withering and desolation of the ancestral court of the demon clan.

But this time, I Xu Yesyou still has some good luck.

It's just a confrontation in the air, with the infiltration of that dim yellow aura, I can see that in the process of continuous collapse, this Sumeru Gate itself will also be completely eliminated into invisibility in a few breaths, cutting off the connection between the present world and the strange world.

It's just a matter of danger.

It's not that Shang Bo doesn't have confidence in his own Tao and Fa, but in fact, in a strange area, in the face of unfamiliar things, any caution and vigilance are not too much, and if you can do it, it is the best result.

At this time, it was almost at the moment when Shang Bo almost subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the fierce and turbulent dark color storm, in front of Shang Bo, suddenly had a momentary stagnation.

Then, in the next moment, the dark storm was mixed with the power of Sumeru, and suddenly it was entangled, revealing a mysterious figure that covered the sky and the sun.

The twisted storm shape is its long, narrow, wriggling body.

The Sumeru silk threads poked out of the storm, which were the tentacles that swayed in the wind at the front of themselves.

It was a reflection of the strange figure of the demon in the middle of the Sumeru Gate.

And in the next moment, when Shang Bo's tightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened angrily, in an instant, the wriggling body entangled by the storm began to collapse on its own.

In the process of collapse, the dark storm itself and the power of Sumeru overlapped very well at this moment, and then, a certain dim colored aura shone in front of Shang Bo.

Those spiritual lights themselves, wrapped in the tentacles of the power of Sumeru that had not yet collapsed together, seemed to be pure chains of evil spiritual light one after another, and then intertwined and penetrated through each other, turning into a dense web of spiritual light.

When all the changes come to this point, they still seem extremely evil.

Between the intertwined chains of spiritual light, there are clearly revealing the tragic seals that carry the Tao and the Fa, but the splicing of these seals with each other seems unreasonable.

It seems that the last line of handwriting is still presenting the "donkey lips", and the next line of handwriting has already written the "horse's mouth", therefore, in the flash moment when the broken seal lines are spliced together, it itself will collapse first, but in the process of this collapse, more and more seal fragments are intertwined with each other.

Looking closely, in the light of the aura, there is not a net of aura, and when the turmoil is surging, there are pupils one after another.

Then, even the discordant collapse itself was like the pupils of the eyes cracking, and then, some kind of yellowish blood flowed from it.

There is no harmony between the Tao and the Dharma.

But at this moment, no matter who looked at it, the evil of the pupils, and even the tyrannical power enveloped by its collapse itself, seemed to be some innate quality of this overlapping seal pattern array.

The supreme killing implication is so clear and terrifying!

At this time, Shang Bo seemed to have seen something incredible, and he seemed to want to speak out because of this incredibleness.

But the urgency between the lightning and the fire finally taught him to be silent.

Immediately afterwards, the majestic qi machine really rose from Shang Bo's body.

In just this moment, in the same place, Shang Bo stepped on the gang, and he had already pinched out the seal one after another, and struck it in the air.

Then, the moment the immeasurable Shenhua shone out from the hole in Shang Bo's figure, it seemed that an invisible Sumeru realm opened from Shang Bo's back, and then the torrent of mana poured out, and in an instant, it caught up with the seals that Shang Bo struck out horizontally.

When I looked at it again, there was an illusory and hazy aura that stretched out from the aura of the great sheng, and then, those images turned from virtual to real, and then wrapped in the aura itself, shining with colorful treasure light, wandering under the reflection of the gilded Shenhua, suddenly, turned into a real supreme magic array, and went straight towards the dim yellow killing demon array.

When you look closely, in the supreme magic circle, in the colorful spiritual light, there are twenty-eight flags flashing one after another, on the flags, there are demon-like seals and charms of the way of the stars alternately emerge between each other, depicting the shape of the ethereal twenty-eight nights.

It was just Shang Bo's illusion in a flash with his own mana aura.

Or maybe he has cultivated the supreme magic weapon itself to the point of immeasurability, making it truly both virtual and real and mysterious.

In the next moment, after the same infinite magic circle resisted the killing intent itself, the hole of this magic circle itself was already completely free of the slightest threat.

There was no need for Shang Bo to continue to attack, and the killing circle with thousands of overlapping pupils collapsed on its own.

It was as if it was the end of a ray of life.

Suddenly, the yellow-colored "blood" flowed out of the void.

On the contrary, at this moment, Shang Bo's face changed in shock.

His face was so ugly, especially when he had just faced the Great Killing Array.

On time, Shang Bo's hand rose and fell.

At the same time, his divine thoughts fell like a knife, and when he reached the time, the torrent of mana that poured away was cut off by Shang Bo.

When he looked at it again, the Twenty-Eight Circles that were increasingly stained with dim yellow blood began to collapse on their own because they had lost the support of Shang Bo.

In a single breath, the aura evolved towards its dim yellow color itself.

All the mellow Dao Seal Spells collapsed in it, and even with it, the magic weapon itself also had a momentary wail, and then without waiting for this kind of blurring and collapse to continue, the treasure suddenly turned from real to virtual, and finally turned into pure mana, and then was quickly dimmed into a dim yellow color.

That spreading tendency is still continuing, as if it wants to continue to trace back to Shang Bo through the interweaving and resonance of Tao and Dharma.

It's just that the old farmer has already been prepared, and the divine thought slashed down with a knife, not only cutting off the connection between the qi and the engine, but even in the more ethereal realm, cutting off the connection between its essence and roots.

It was no longer the mana that Shang Bo revealed.

Even because of this, the strong aura on the old farmer's body has been cut in a little bit.

But it is precisely because of this that in a few breaths, in the "thread" of the constantly beating aura of the dim yellow color, along with the continuous tendency, it constantly jumps and senses in the air, and then when there is no result, the thread finally collapses on its own.

As if it was the scene that the old farmer had seen just now, the dim yellow aura began to divide on its own.

Part of it turned into a dark storm, and part of it turned into the formless power of Sumeru.

It's just that with the shocking changes in this short period of time, the Sumeru Gate that runs through the dark storm has completely collapsed and healed, and there is no trace.

In the same place, Shang Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned back to the carriage.

This time, there was no need for Uncle Shang to remind them, and the six demon horses were all silent.

On the contrary, at this moment, the sound of turning the pages in the carriage stopped abruptly, and then the voice of the young man sounded.

"Shang Bo—"

(End of chapter)