Demonic Land!

This is a terrifying word! The world of monks may be useful before they attain enlightenment, but after they attain enlightenment, monks tend to be laws, and few people sacrifice their own world. However, some people do the opposite, and the war prison in front of them is like this. He sacrificed his vibrant world into a demonic land, a demonic land that can devour the essence of other people's world to enhance his strength.

This world has been tempered by him for a long time, and it is simply beyond the reach of an ordinary world.

The War Prison was high above, looking down at the hundreds of monks below, and said indifferently: "I am the War Prison, maybe you don't understand the origin of this name, so I can tell you now. I am in charge of hell and your life and death."

"As soon as you enter hell, everything will be empty. Let's fall now!" Zhan Zhuo glanced at the hundreds of monks around and said lightly.

With his voice, the hell energy of the whole world began to revive and spread out at a terrifying speed.

It was like a plague, constantly expanding and swallowing.

Many monks' expressions changed drastically. Faced with the ubiquitous aura of hell, they opened up their body-protecting true energy while bombarding the barriers of this world wildly.

But the barriers in this world are too strong. No matter how they bombard it, they cannot burst out this magical land.

The masked girl looked solemnly, looked at the young man from the human race, and said in a deep voice: "The space-time barrier in this demonic land should have a magical weapon, otherwise it would not be so strong."

"There is not much time left. We join forces to open up our own world and use the superposition of the power of the world to blow away this demonic land." The sick young man said seriously.

"But in this way, many monks will turn into the underworld." The masked girl said worriedly.

"I can't care about so much, otherwise we will all die here." The sick young man's eyes flashed with a terrible cold light and shouted: "All monks, open your world and instill your world's power into mine. I want to open this world barrier."

The cultivators of the human race immediately responded. The weak young man was the most powerful, so the human race naturally regarded him as the most respected.

The masked girl hesitated for a moment and also spoke loudly: "Everyone of the strong men of the Demon Spirit Clan cooperates with him." As she said that, she opened her own world first and inputted all the world's force into the world of the sick young man.

Zhan Yu's eyebrows moved, and a rotating fairy sword floating in his palm. He cut through the void at the sick young man and shot an unprecedented blow to the sick young man.

The sick young man seemed to feel something, and the soul power on his eyebrows was madly aroused, and a soul storm immediately burst out.

The soul storm was too shocking and actually shattered the sword light and rushed towards the body of the soul sword.

At the same time, another soul storm swept out and hit the body of the war prison.

Zhan Zhuo's face was solemn and he exhaled. He mobilized the power of the entire hell land to turn it into a talisman seal.

The talisman seal fell from the sky, and the word "火" on it shone, flowing with the power of the entire hell.

Stern, bloodthirsty, killing, and all kinds of negative auras burst into the depths of the sick young man's sea of ​​consciousness, making him feel like he was struck by lightning, and his whole person was shocked three times in a row.

"How are you?" The masked girl looked at the huge prison letter and locked the sick young man far away and asked with concern.

"I can still hold on." The sick young man gritted his teeth and insisted.

The blue veins on his forehead were exposed, the muscles on his face were twisted, and black blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, and a dark breath gradually overflowed from his body.

The underworld aura mobilizes the entire world, and the pressure that sick young people bear is unimaginable.

It can be said that he is enduring the torture every minute and every second, but he understands that he cannot fall down now. If he falls down, he will definitely not be the one who dies.

"Soul storm, release it to your heart's content!" The soul at the forehead of the sick young man stirred a limit.

One after another, soul storms are constantly pouring out. The power of the soul is different from the true essence. It is another transcendent energy. As long as it is a life-like race, it will be hit in front of the soul storm.

The war prison can mobilize the power of the entire underworld, but he cannot mobilize it unscrupulously. After all, most of the power must be used for defense.

Faced with the crazy soul storm, he also suffered extremely severe trauma.

He looked at the sick young man tightly and said angrily: "I want to see how long you can last? I'm afraid that with ten more breaths, you will become my puppet completely."

"Three breaths? No, one breath is enough." After saying this, the sick young man was like a rebirth. His whole spirit was raised to a terrifying level. The power of hundreds of people was penetrated into his world. At this moment, he felt that the power in his hand could change the world and kill anyone strongly.

Even a powerful man of the Jade Immortal level, he has the confidence to fight!

The world power that was originally planned to bombard the world barrier was turned around by him and he wanted to kill him towards the war prison.

"No, stop quickly." The masked girl said in shock.

"No, Tian Ling may have fallen into the demon net!" The expression of a middle-aged man suddenly changed. He shouted loudly, and with the power of Taoism's tranquility and inaction, he rushed into the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to awaken the sick young man.

A hint of clarity appeared in Tianling's eyes, but it was immediately covered up by madness.

"If the four little strong men of the God Clan fall into my hands, then my Tianling will be powerful in the heavens and all worlds." Tianling shouted loudly.

"Tian Ling, you have fallen into a demonic obstacle and wake up quickly." The powerful man from the human race shouted again.

"Get out of here, I will make the decision on my business. When will it be your turn to make a decision for me?" Tian Ling cursed angrily, and used his supreme spiritual power to cut off the traces of the monk. The power of the world in his hand was condensed into a stream by him and released without any reservation.

Zhan Zhuo showed a sneer on his lips. What can you do if you are strong? You are still going to be my puppet?

With a moving mind, the word "Guard" in the air swayed and blocked his side. At the same time, he kept mobilizing the power of this underworld and madly devouring the world's force.

I have to say that the world's force is too terrifying. The word "Guard" was completely turned into ashes after supporting three breaths.

Even if the war prison mobilized the power of the entire underworld, it would only block five breaths.

The world's force crossed the sky and flew towards the end of the farthest world.

With a shocking explosion, a tiny crack in the world appeared, and at the same time, bronze fragments landed from the void.

Everyone vaguely saw an ancient shield being smashed and densely cracked. But that's all.

If the heavenly spirit bombarded the place where many monks gathered, then they could escape calmly. Because the laws of this small world were completely imprisoned by them, even the master of this demon land... the war demon was powerless to intervene.

But the Tianling bombarded the farthest place, and even if they wanted to escape, they could not.

After squandering the world's force in his body, Tian Ling's mind was shining, and then a brief qingming appeared.

He was stunned for a moment, as if he had lost everything, and his face showed endless sadness.

The middle-aged man who had just tried to awaken him came to him, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be sad, you have done a good job, it's not your fault."

Just as Tian Ling was about to say something, suddenly, a huge killing aura rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness, making his eyes turn bloody.

He suddenly grabbed the man's neck, and his mighty soul came out of his body, about to smash the soul of the monk.

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically. The distance between the two sides was too close, and the other's soul storm was too terrifying, so he had no time to resist. Moreover, even if he resisted, it would be a heavy blow if he did not fall.

The human monks not far away all changed their color, and many monks planned to take action.

The middle-aged man scolded sternly: "Don't do it, leave it to me."

Just when the soul storm of the heavenly spirit swept into his sea of ​​consciousness, he gave up all defenses and allowed the soul storm to destroy his sea of ​​consciousness and destroy his soul.

At the moment he fell, his hidden consciousness turned into a regular word.

"My life is open and upright. This is the essence of my righteousness. Now I will give it to you, hoping that you can get rid of the current predicament." The word "right" is like the scorching sun in the darkness, tearing the endless darkness, burying the dark power of the Tianling body, and bombing into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

This middle age is also a legend, but limited by qualifications, he has not been able to reach the realm of harmony with the Tao. However, his righteousness in his life is rarely comparable to anyone.

It is the nemesis of the evil demon, which is the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. He also thought of returning the heaven and earth to the universe with the righteousness in his heart. However, the power of this underworld was too great, and he had no choice but to suppress it. Therefore, he decided to pass on the essence of his life to the heavenly spirit, hoping that the righteousness could be carried forward in him.

The evil aura in his eyes quickly disappeared, and Tian Ling stared blankly at the middle-aged man who was killed by him, and suddenly understood something.

Endless anger burned in his heart, and he pointed to the war prison and said, "I want you to be buried with you."

"Kill me? Do you still have that strength now?" With the support of many world forces, the strength of the war prison became increasingly powerful. He looked at the hundreds of monks below proudly, like a proud emperor.

"Don't be impulsive. You are seriously injured now and are no match for the War Demon." The masked girl stopped Tianling from taking action.

"Did you watch him kill us?" Tian Ling said sadly and angry.

"Maybe a miracle will happen." The masked girl whispered.

"Miracle?" Tian Ling was stunned.

After the masked girl finished saying this, she fell into deep thought. A simple face appeared in her mind, but she quickly disappeared.

Will he come? He is just a fool.

"Miracle? I can tell you that in my underworld, no one can save you! The only thing you have to do is wait for death." Zhan Zhuo laughed wildly, his whole body almost crazy.

And at this moment, almost everyone felt a vast pressure like nine heavens, coming from outside that day.

A vast stone tablet fell from the endless sea of ​​fire, rolling towards the direction of the war prison.

The third update is here, to be continued.q!~!

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