The west of the West Pole, the ancestral court of the demon clan.

In the midst of thousands of miles of boundless desolation, suddenly, at this time, it was clear that the wilderness had not seen a certain dryness and boredom that had not changed in the four seasons, but suddenly there was a fierce wind surging.

Almost instantly, the whimpering wind swept around, blowing up large expanses of smoke and dust, and when I looked at it again, there was a misty sky and earth of the same color among the flying sand and rocks.

And it was in this process that the whimpering wind itself intensified, and finally, at a certain moment, the hazy color precipitated to the extreme.

The dark storm hole opens!

The wind of the Sumeru realm shines on the world!

Maybe it's some kind of omen between heaven and earth.

In the extreme depths of the surging Sumeru Realm wind, some kind of thunder that seemed to be very dim after the bright light bloomed to the extreme, and in the whimpering wind was such a long-lasting and inexhaustible thunder roar, each sound was like a flood bell and a great lu, shaking the heavens and the earth.

It's just that this process has happened in this boundless wilderness from beginning to end, in the ancestral court of the demon clan that has been barren and withered, and no living beings have been able to see such a scene, only the increasingly thick dust has been swept up, as if this Sumeru realm wind wants to hollow out the earth in this way.

Finally, a moment.

The thunderbolt's slash seemed to hit the wind blade, and the tyrannical destructive power of the thunderstorm pierced through the power of Sumeru.

The looming Sumeru Gate, which was still brewing, was suddenly torn open by such brute force.

When I looked at it again, almost in an instant, in the Sumeru Gate that had been torn open by brute force, a dim yellow torrent that was almost like a turbulent flow sloped straight out of it.

When I looked at it again, a certain kind of uniform aura flowed through the torrent of dusky yellow colors one after another.

In the next moment, the torrent of dusky yellow color suddenly "converged" inside.

It was as if there was something in this torrent itself, falling into the world together, and in this instant, it was swallowing up those dim yellow torrents in reverse, and it was necessary to manifest a solid form from the inexhaustible spiritual rhyme!

In the next moment, with the convergence of the torrent of dim colors, a hazy humanoid silhouette appeared inside.

When I looked at it again, the figure suddenly became more indistinct, and there seemed to be a dark gray mist lingering around the figure.

But as the yellow torrent engulfed, so did the dark gray mist.

The outline of the figure became clearer and clearer, and when I finally looked at it, all the aura and appearance were gone, except for a blackened corpse hanging in the air.

But in the next moment, Pei Ran's energy itself suddenly shone through the blackened figure!

The Sumeru Gate Gate had already stopped abruptly in the flash of the dim yellow torrent, and then bridged and was no longer visible, so there was no Sumeru Gate to anchor the center of this raging storm, Tianyuan, and in an instant, with the vigorous light of the scorched black corpse figure, the dark storm in the sky was also pouring towards the figure.

Hmmm-

In an instant.

When I looked at it again, all that was left in the sky was the sand and gravel dust that had been carried to the air, and all of them fell to the ground in a dry and windless environment.

Between the boundless emptiness and desolation of heaven and earth, only the figure of a charred black corpse stood in the air.

Now, under the bright light of the Great Sun Cave, the figure is really what people can see.

It was really a charred corpse that didn't know whether it was blasted by flames or thunder, and at this moment, even a monk like Chu Weiyang, who was proficient in the way of body forging, could not clearly distinguish the skin, muscles, bones, and the like from this body shape.

In that unimaginably hot temperature, everything in his human form had been completely smelted into one, and in the further excessive calcination, it had deteriorated into an appearance similar to coke, and even the flesh that should have been filled with it had abruptly dried up, causing the appearance of charcoal to be full of wrinkles and cracks.

When I looked at it again, he was wrapped in a large black cloth, or this square cloth should have a different color, but after calcination and smelting like a body, this cloth also became the same charred black color, and lost its original appearance.

When I looked closely, there were some places where the scorched rust color was peeling off, revealing a certain dark gold color that was worn in the dark cloth.

And in the hand of this figure tightly pressed on the chest and abdomen, there is a broken jade slip that is also stained with gray and black color, when you look closely, the aura on the jade slip has been very dim, and when you look closely, you can only see a few seal characters that can still be distinguished under the gray and black scorch marks.

"Zhen Zhu Mingyao True Realm Record Yuan Book——"

And in the same way, just like the faint aura on this broken jade slip, on the figure that has clearly been charred into a corpse, you can still see some remnants and condensation of spiritual rhyme.

It was like the last remnant of this whole life.

On the bare skull, which was already hairless, in the same scorched and shriveled, his face was already hidden in a slightly colorful haze storm, which was not real.

And this colorful haze storm is still constantly whirling and changing.

For an occasional moment, I could see a certain imbalance in the colorful colors in the fog storm.

In an instant, the mist storm that wrapped the face all turned into a dusk color, and in that dim color, a hazy and blurred face similar to that of the young scholar Lu Minghai was revealed.

"Damn! Who is it? Bad self enlightenment chance! It's—"

But before the mournful soul voice could finish the angry roar, the dim yellow color suddenly collapsed inward, transforming into a colorful mist storm again.

And when it was another time, its colorful color was out of balance, and suddenly it changed to a pure dark gray color.

When I looked at it again this time, in the dark gray color, it was Jian Hanzhi's god-like face that was revealed, with a certain feeling, a certain sadness and indescribable relief.

"Senior sister—"

And when the god-like form and pure color collapse again, and then become one again in the change.

In the sheer darkness of color, there was a strange face as hairless as the skull itself.

"Amitabha! Wonderful! Wonderful! I don't go to hell, who goes to hell-"

In this way, almost in just a few breaths, there were three condensed faces of gods, emerging from the misty storm one after another, and the cycle continued.

After a while, Xu was calmed down because of the excessive throbbing that came to the world, and even the little remnant of the vitality source in the skull was also shining with a hazy charm, and finally calmed down the three incomplete god forms.

The faces of the three no longer appeared in the hazy storm.

Even the storm itself is swirling and circling at the lowest frequency.

And it was in this process, along with the absence of the riot, that some indescribable charm also fell towards the body in the scorched skull.

There was a strange vitality in the stiff, charred corpses.

Furthermore, this scorched corpse looked in one direction, that was the direction when Shang Bo and the young scholar came, it was the direction of Zhongzhou, and it was the realm of Taixuan Zongzhen!

And then, the scorched corpse turned his head and looked at the other side, that was where the continuous snow-capped mountains were located, where the "Jade Book" was located, and where the Three Elements Extreme Truth Realm was!

And at this moment, although the three divine forms were not revealed, their own thoughts were entangled with each other in the fog storm, as if they were some kind of silent conversation.

So, in the next moment, the gray-black mist shone brightly, enveloping the charred corpse, and in an instant, it fled towards the realm of the Three Elements Extreme Truth.

No, to be more precise, it was no ordinary flight!

There has never been a method in this world that can achieve such speed! Even if it is the Five Elements Escape Method, it is impossible!

It was a charred corpse wrapped in a gray-black mist that was tearing straight apart from Sumeru, and then crossing and moving!

Almost every instant, a series of barren hills and wilderness were swept across by this charred corpse.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Inside the Tingchang Mountain Road Palace.

When Danxia's old mother turned her head with great difficulty in an extremely slow way, and was looking at the west direction of the West Pole, it was almost at this moment that her body fell from the storm of the Sumeru Realm wind, and at this time, the charred corpse had already arrived at the West Pole Portal, and arrived at the sky above the continuous snowy mountains.

The supreme circle of ancient covenants is revealed.

It's just that the aura only lasted for a moment, and then it was "broken" by the charred black corpse.

In front of the gray-black mist, all the spiritual light collapsed into dust and powder.

When I looked at it again, the charred black corpse was wrapped in a dark mist, and in the next moment, it suddenly arrived at this vast world, standing between the blue sky and the sea of clouds, and suddenly bloomed with incredible majestic power!

It was far more astonishing than Shang Bo and the old dragon king!

It was when such a majestic qi machine arrived at the open sea, and it was suddenly the shocking change that all the cultivators of the sect noticed the loss of the West Pole Portal!

And not wait for the cultivators to have time to react again.

The blackened corpse was already standing above the Aquarius River.

Chu Weiyang's divine form had long since disappeared.

At this time, the virtual "Jade Book" is changing between the virtual and the real, disappearing between heaven and earth.

At this moment, the corpse raised its hand.

The broken jade slip, which was full of gray-black scorch marks, pointed to the "Jade Book" at this moment.

All of a sudden, all the monks who had cultivated the Dao and practiced the Dharma had an illusion that their eyes were dark, and it was still the same as usual, but at this moment, everyone had a feeling.

The sky will fall!

No!

The "sky" that directly points to the realm of cultivation is already collapsing!

It was as if the charred corpse was searching for the highest cultivators in this realm in this way.

And it was at this moment, far away, in the extreme depths of the open sea, that the figure of the Jade Tree Dragon King shook violently, and he almost fell from the Nine Stacks of Dharma Altars.

(End of chapter)