Purple and blue, brilliant and beautiful, like a wisp of light smoke, lingering around him.

His scales shimmered and flickered between the clouds and thunder.

His beard danced in the wind, and with a flick of his antlers, he broke through the cyan wind and disappeared tens of thousands of miles away.

A quaint poem, echoing among the mountains: "The dragon roars and the tiger roars, and the thunder bursts." ”

"There are no scars of eagles, but they can illuminate the whole world."

Zhan Wuji's body did not move at all, and beside him, two identical figures appeared, four identical figures, standing in different directions, surrounding him, waving his arms, and dancing wildly.

This situation suddenly reminded him of the sacrificial method in the [Heart Demon Dayan Divine Technique]!

The two are very similar, but there are many subtleties.

Wrong!

With his current realm, coupled with the [Doomsday Annihilation], it is the Dacheng realm of the Eighty-One Tribulations, which is enough to compete with the nine great ancestors of the human race back then!

But now, in the face of Xunmu, who was seriously injured by the Nine Great Ancestors and was extremely weak, he was defeated and retreated!

And Xunmu must be even more powerful in its heyday!

How did the Nine Great Ancestors of the Human Race defeat them?

Or maybe he's been ignoring something?

With his thoughts, his seven totems appeared!

In a trance, he saw the vast and boundless sea.

Amami became confused.

A vast black suddenly appeared, as if a continent had been born, the endless sea poured down, and countless whirlpools suddenly appeared and disappeared.

On the calm sea, there were sudden stormy waves.

Wave after wave crashed against the huge turtle shell, but like an ant shaking a tree, it couldn't shake the shell at all.

The turtle shell was pitch black and glowing, and it was naturally covered with natural patterns.

These lines are arranged in an orderly manner, containing infinite mysteries, as if they contain all the mysteries of this heaven and earth, ancient and modern...... Its four legs were pillar-shaped, supporting its huge body, and when it turned back, its eyes were cold, and its fierce aura was like substance, roaring and sweeping out.

The song wafts in the salty sea breeze.

Zhan Wuji stood still and didn't move, the figures around him suddenly changed from four to eight, they danced wildly, and the dance became more and more crazy, compared to before, they seemed to have completely lost their minds, and their hands and feet were twitching.

At the same time, Zhan Wuji felt a strong sleepiness welling up in his heart, as if as soon as he closed his eyes, he would fall into eternal sleep!

That's the rule of "sleep"!

Whether it is "many" or "sleep", these two things have nothing to do with the rules of "origin"!

The next time you come back, you might forget it!

Then, he turned his gaze to the power of the "Origin".

Thinking like this, a powerful premonition suddenly rose in Zhan Wuji's heart.

When all the rules he controlled were affected by this impact, the best result was to become a new pattern and merge with this Seeking Wood Tree!

The thought in Zhan Wuji's mind turned sharply, and suddenly, his appearance changed, and in the blink of an eye, he became his appearance.

At this moment, there was another layer of faint lines on his body.

A snow-white tiger walked out of the mountains, with a pair of golden eyes, looking down at the creatures below. The pale blue wind wrapped around its body, its huge body, without making any sound, snow-white hair, bright and flowing.

Songs of praise echo in the mountains, like fine sand, drifting away in time.

The images of the past dissipated like smoke, and "Su Lijing" stood still at the edge of the abyss, and the frantic dancing clones around him no longer increased, but turned into ten blue-black, hard as iron, neatly armored puppets, with limbs stretched and dancing.

"Su Lijing" saw that the "Eclipse Secret Record" was effective, and immediately let down his guard, no longer hesitated, and changed again.

"Su Lijing" is like rippling water, and it instantly becomes the word "prisoner".

"Prisoner", like Bingxin, is a subordinate of "death", back then, she also worked with Su Yu to snatch the "curse"!

At this moment, the nine patterns suddenly lit up, as if they were breathing.

A sheep's head, a wolf's hoof, a domed oxtail, a single horn, dressed in a five-colored divine horse, stepping on auspicious clouds, eyes are godless, and the momentum is immense.

The word "prisoner" was not moved, and eighteen figures danced wildly on the ground, dusty, and each of them held a straw cage in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the expression on the face of the "prisoner" changed again.

A middle-aged scholar wearing a white coat and a gloomy face is "Yu".

"Yu" is also a ghost in the capital city, and it also robbed itself of the opportunity of the "curse".

And at this moment, the ten lines also lit up.

"Yu" was still standing in place, and the eighteen afterimages around him did not increase or decrease, but their faces were extremely gloomy, as if this world had no value for them.

In the blink of an eye, the word "Yu" shook again like a lake blown by the night wind.

But in the blink of an eye, he became the immortal of the nether realm.

In the dream of eternal night, Zhan Wuji saw that nether immortal, and at that time, that nether immortal wanted to abolish his cultivation, erase his memory, and send him to the small world, so that he could be a slave and a maid, and after a hundred lives, he would not be allowed to enter the Tao.

And at this moment, eleven patterns shine at the same time!

Hometown, Pillow Stone Su.

In the belly of a mountain, there is a cave, and there are many prohibitions around it.

Pei Ran's spiritual power, like smoke, filled the entire room.

Countless runes, converging from all directions, enclosed the throne in the middle.

In the three-legged gilt bronze tripod, a burning cigarette is burned, and black smoke comes out, making the place even more gloomy.

Su Li wore a golden crown on his head, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and practiced with full concentration.

At this moment, he felt an extremely long feeling.

The rune civilization was almost at a standstill, and every once in a while, a flash of light would flash. The soft flowing cloud-like spiritual power before was like a still picture at the moment. The smoke from the stove stretched all the way to the top of the cave.

Su Lijing couldn't feel the slowness of time at all, his breathing, his movements, his movements, all kept the same slowness as the surrounding scenery.

At that moment, he jumped up like lightning, then stopped his practice, and used his hands and feet together, as if he had gone crazy.

Although his body was moving, Su Lijing's brain was as slow as a snail, without the slightest movement.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found that his strength had disappeared!

Su Lijing's face changed suddenly, but his footsteps couldn't stop, his steps became faster and faster, his steps became more and more messy, his consciousness became more and more chaotic, more and more crazy, and more and more distorted......