Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Eight Calamities Buried in the World

Lin Muyang's footsteps did not stop, and a cold voice came out of his throat: "If you don't take revenge, I ...... it."

Suddenly, a cold cold wave hit silently, jamming the rest of his words. He looked up with a feeling in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw a huge body leaning out of the depths of the clouds in the distance, carrying an incomparable might, moving towards this side.

It was a huge strange bird, its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, casting a deep, pitch-black shadow on the ground, and its body was so large that even the distant mountains, the barren fields, and the broken ruins were shrouded in shadow. When it moved closer and covered the dark clouds above Qingweiju, the supreme majesty hung in the hearts of the people, and the eyes of all showed despair.

The top of the Golden Dart Order, the Lord of the West Sea Swagger Mountain, the Demon Emperor - Moyun Jinpeng!

It doesn't have any superfluous movements, just hovers over people's heads, but the effect is more than just a change in momentum.

If the dark clouds summoned by the evil law had not completely covered the sky and leaked a trace of sunlight, then the arrival of Moyun Jinpeng had completely blocked this gap.

It is as if the end has come, and the world is as dark as midnight.

The conditions of the three yin and three absolute have finally been completely achieved.

The aura in the sky began to vibrate, and with a huge roar at the top of the firmament, the formation shield guarding Qingweiju began to twist violently, like a bubble pressed by an invisible hand, crumbling.

Lin Muyang hissed angrily, and a network of red, yellow and green rays of light shot out from his body, which was connected to the shield, barely making the arc of the shield tremble a little smaller.

None of the heroes present have changed their color. The Qingweiju Guardian Circle had not been broken, but they had already felt something strange in their bodies. The aura in the air became extremely thin, and it was more as if some kind of blocking force had penetrated in, making it difficult for them to absorb the aura from the outside world, and even the operation of the spiritual power in their bodies had become stagnant.

They have the heart to help Lin Muyang, but Qingweiju's Zhuang Protection Array is mysterious and unprovoked, and only the people of the Lin family who are proficient in the Five Elements Arrogance can control it.

The old monster outside the shield saw their embarrassment, and stepped forward with a strange smile, and the thick dark flame condensed in his palm, and slammed it towards the thin shield that writhed endlessly.

"Dog thief!"

He Lianshan and several other masters screamed angrily and threw themselves at him. However, their bodies seemed to encounter some invisible obstacle halfway through, and the strength in their bodies was being stripped away at a great speed, and when they ran four or five steps away from the shield, they were horrified to find themselves so weak that they did not even have the strength to step on their feet.

The old monster looked at them mockingly, his palm heavily stamped on the shield.

The black flame skyrocketed, devouring all embodied energy. The thin layer of shield trembled at an unprecedented frantic speed as if it were in pain, and the already thin turquoise color became even darker, almost transparent.

With a "poof", Lin Muyang spurted out a mouthful of blood, the crimson color stained the placket, his body shook a few times, and he was about to stand unsteadily. But he bit his lower lip violently, and an astonishing light suddenly burst out of his eyes, and he once again stabilized his figure, desperately maintaining the shield that almost disappeared.

The aura of the Eight Calamities had already invaded, gnawing at the spiritual power in his body. Hearing only a series of sharp sounds, his body burst out with countless wounds under the huge pressure, and blood splattered like a bloody man. But this pain did not stop him from standing as straight as a mountain.

At this time, Wan Liufeng behind the old monster suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand slowly, and said, "It's very tenacious! It's really unbearable to see you in such pain! Come, I'll relieve you!" As he spoke, a monstrous demonic shadow appeared behind him, black flames flowed around his body, and his face became blurred under the dark and distorted light, only the red eyes revealed a chilling bloodthirsty light.

A punch was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The shield that was supported to the limit was like a punctured bubble, and with a crisp snap, it completely dissipated into the void.

Endless viscous darkness rushed in, and the ground began to tremble for hundreds of miles. The spiritual veins guarding this place are completely impregnated with filthy air, and the demons and monsters have lost their shackles, and they appear in the world with their teeth and claws.

The wind was gusting, and the ghosts were crying. The earth roared, and the mountains trembled. A terrible cry seeped out of the earth, and countless white bones and corpses struggled to climb out of the cracks in the ground, which were the souls of the dead who had not been able to reincarnate for thousands of years, suppressed by the spiritual veins for a long time, and finally found an outlet at this moment. Once the resentment of thousands of years of ghosts spreads to the world, the catastrophe it brings is absolutely as terrible as the destruction of the world.

At this time, the heroes all experienced the power of the Eight Calamities Burial. Not only were they no longer able to absorb spiritual energy from the outside world, but even their own strength was suppressed to an extremely low point. Some disciples who were slightly weaker in cultivation were even so weak that they could not stand steadily. In this case, in front of the countless demons and monsters who have gathered around, it is like a flat boat in the endless ocean, and if a wave hits at random, it will be doomed.

The cult crowd is happy to act as a wave.

The old monster roared, "Kill!" and rushed forward.

In the darkness behind him, thousands of cult disciples shouted in unison, "Kill—"

The monstrous beasts roared violently, and the walking dead stepped forward silently.

Darkness came like a tidal wave, completely swallowing up the light between heaven and earth. The corpse of the dead Lin Ge Lao on the ground also slowly rose up, his fingernails became sharp, and the cloudiness in his eye sockets was replaced by two rounds of faint burning blue fire. There was an extremely terrifying aura on his body, and even the demons and ghosts of the same kind did not dare to approach. At this moment when heaven and earth were extremely yin, the cultivation accumulated in his body was even stronger than before his death.

Seeing this scene, the righteous people could not help but show despair. If even Lin Ge Lao has become a demon, even if he doesn't come in person, he will already be powerless to return to the sky......

"Chatter, today is the end of you hypocrites!" the old monster laughed wildly, and the sharp voice pierced the eardrums. He rushed forward with an arrow step, and his palms were under the hood of Lin Muyang, who was dying on the ground. Seeing that the young master of the Lin family was about to be crushed under this palm, at this time, the old monster suddenly had an extremely terrifying feeling in his heart, and instinctively rolled to the sidelines, and a gust of yin wind blew past him, tearing off a large piece of flesh and skin, and it hurt hotly.

"What the hell! you—" The old monster turned around in fright, gasped at the sight of the man, and retreated to the side in a panic. The man didn't chase after him, he stood next to Lin Muyang and killed all the cult disciples and ignorant beasts who surrounded him one by one.

Lin Muyang opened his eyes, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but turn red, and screamed sadly: "Dad-"

The person standing in front of him, his hair was scattered, his face was hideous, and his ten fingers were as sharp as a ghost, and he was the old Lin Ge who had become a ghost!