12dz Chapter 681: Another Battle
Chapter 681: Another Battle
Hongmeng world.
The sky suddenly split open with a thousand-foot-long rays of light, the nine layers of clouds surged like boiling water, and the chaotic strong wind tore a spider-web-like space-time rift in the void.
Suddenly, a dragon's roar was heard from the depths of the sky, and a purple air that stretched for thousands of miles broke through the curtain of chaos. Its shape was like a blue dragon playing with a pearl, and billions of mysterious Taoist patterns burst out from the place where the head and tail were connected.
Wherever the purple air passes, mountains and rivers tremble and gain intelligence, and dead trees bloom with golden lotuses in spring.
A moment later, the purple air flew out of the Hongmeng world and descended into the body of Su Mu's innate Tao fetus.
As soon as it appeared, all the negative emotions in Su Mu's sea of consciousness disappeared.
The blazing flames were extinguished instantly.
The raging blood-red flames not far away seemed to be enraged after noticing this, and immediately rushed towards Su Mu like a torrent.
At this moment, a stream of purple air flew out of Su Mu's body.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a thousand miles long and collided with the raging blood-red flames.
Rumble!
The raging blood-red flames were extremely powerful, but they had no advantage at all after colliding with the purple energy.
All kinds of strange visions were reflected in the purple air.
There was a roaring nine-clawed dragon, and wherever its whiskers swept past, the nearby blood-red flames condensed into billions of scarlet crystals, each of which imprisoned a twisted face of a resentful soul.
There was also a nine-colored ancestral phoenix that raised its head and roared loudly, and what spewed out of its mouth was not flames, but a chaotic river flowing with star fragments.
There is also the ancient Qilin that draws endless earth veins, and the Hunyuan Xuanwu that suppresses the eight directions...
The blood-red flames were equally fearless, with death bone dragons roaring, black phoenixes screaming, and unicorns of destruction shattering mountains and rivers...
The two sides collided fiercely and were evenly matched.
The blood-red flames emitted beams of annihilation that entangled the line of cause and effect.
The Hongmeng purple energy then gave rise to the innate Bagua formation diagram, which made the annihilation beam helpless.
An unwilling roar came from the depths of the blood-red flames, and seventy-two blood Buddha shadows formed a formation. In the palm of each Buddha's hand, there was an upside-down purgatory, in which the corroded innate spiritual treasures floated.
The primordial purple energy suddenly curled up into a Yin-Yang seal, and the dragon's eyes turned into the moon and the sun respectively. The bursting bipolar magnetic light crushed the Blood Buddha and Purgatory into powder.
No matter how the blood-colored flame changed, it could not suppress the Hongmeng purple energy, and instead gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Xuantian world.
Su Mu's mind moved slightly, and he used the Taoist conch to contact Lu Yanshan.
"Do you know of any immortal who possesses nine superimposed ages and controls a terrifying blood-red flame?"
Su Mu asked.
"Friend Su, the immortal you mentioned sounds terrifying."
Lu Yanshan took a breath and said, "I guess this must be a great power from the ancient times. You should go ask Senior Miwu."
Su Mu said: "I don't know what the Emperor of Heaven is doing recently. I can't contact him."
"Well, I have a channel that can help you ask."
Luyan Mountain Road.
Then, Su Mu heard Lu Yanshan's thoughts echoing in the Fang Cun Realm: "Seniors, do you know which immortal has nine superimposed ages at the same time and also controls a terrifying blood-red flame?"
"You should be talking about the Netherworld Ancestor."
Gou Chen's voice sounded, "This is not a secret, it's just that you are too short-sighted. There are few Golden Immortals in the Immortal Realm who don't know this.
The Ancestor of the Netherworld was the strongest being in the Netherworld during the ancient times, and the absolute number one existence under the Supreme Saint.
It's a pity that the old ancestor of the Netherworld is too ambitious. He uses the method of Nine Corpses to become a Saint, which means to kill nine of his own selves. This is more perverted than the method of Three Corpses to become a Saint.
This ultimately led to his failure in becoming a saint, and was also one of the main reasons for the subsequent destruction of the underworld.
If there had been a supreme saint supporting the Netherworld during the ancient catastrophe, it would not have collapsed.
The flame controlled by the Netherworld Ancestor is the Netherworld Blood Flame, which uses the negative emotions of living beings as fuel. It is extremely terrifying, and even the most holy ones are afraid of it. "
Lu Yanshan was shocked: "I won't ask anymore. Questions of this level are not something I should care about."
He somewhat regretted asking this question for Su Mu.
Then, he conveyed Gou Chen's answer to Su Mu, and then smiled bitterly and said: "Friend Su, this Netherworld Ancestor should be the one that Senior Misty is paying attention to, right?
You and I should not inquire about this kind of existence, and let Senior Misty contact it."
"I understand."
Su Mu said.
Fairyland, the fragmented world of the netherworld.
Su Mu's inverted body had a gleam in his eyes.
He didn't expect that the mysterious figure in the bronze coffin would have such a terrifying origin.
The other party was actually a sub-saint, and the most terrifying sub-saint under the supreme saint!
Fortunately, the opponent had obviously fallen long ago, otherwise he would have been doomed today.
Looking at the battle between the blood-red flame and the primordial purple energy, the blood-red flame has been completely suppressed.
But the Hongmeng purple energy could not defeat the blood-red flames.
If we want to break the impasse, we may need external forces to push us forward.
However, both the Hongmeng purple energy and the blood-colored flames are extremely terrifying. What external force can drive them?
Su Mu thought of the Taichong vein.
With the Hongmeng purple energy restraining the blood-colored flames, Su Mu can now free his hands.
Perhaps, he could find a way to bring in Chongheng.
But just weighing the balance itself is not enough.
After all, Chongheng's strength is not stronger than his.
What Su Mu thought of was the Taichong legacy behind Chongheng.
Swish!
In an instant, Su Mu rushed out from the crack above the Netherworld Fragment World.
beyond the cracks.
The masters of the Taichong lineage are still guarding here.
The person at the top is Chong Heng.
"Master, two days have passed. Could the thief be dead?"
An expert asked.
"K."
Chong Heng said: "Continue to wait here, I have established a connection with the Taichong Tianmai, and I can get the blessing of the Taichong Tianmai power at any time.
As long as the villain dares to come out, he will be killed, and even if he doesn’t come out, I will go down and check it out in three days..."
Before he could finish his words, a figure rushed out from below.
Chongheng was stunned for a moment, and then a cold light flashed across his face.
"Roar!"
A roar was like a thunderclap in the void, shaking the surrounding space slightly. This roar contained endless anger and murderous intent, which seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world.
"It's you, thief!"
Chongheng's eyes were wide open with murderous intent like a raging fire.
The blood-colored real dragon under his crotch seemed to have sensed his master's anger. Its red dragon scales flashed with eerie light, and it let out an earth-shaking roar towards the sky.
The sound waves were like rolling waves, sweeping in all directions.
In an instant, this blood-colored real dragon pounced out like an arrow, and wherever it passed, the void was instantly soaked in blood mist.
The thick blood mist exuded a pungent fishy smell, as if it was the horrifying breath gushing out from the bloody hell.
The red dragon scales rubbed violently against the void, emitting dazzling sparks and carrying deadly danger.
Su Mu's face was grim, he held the sword across his chest, the God-Slaying Sword in his hand emitting a dazzling light.
On the back of the sword, three thousand lines of laws are faintly visible, and each line is like a mysterious rune chain, containing powerful power.
As Su Mu's mind moved, a ball of innate Taoist power exploded in each pattern. The power surged like a raging tide, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.
Wherever the sword pointed, the space was as fragile as glass and collapsed instantly, tearing a crack in the blood-red sky like an upside-down galaxy.
"Boom!"
The violent roar was like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth.
In an instant, the huge body of the blood-colored true dragon collided violently with the innate sword energy.
The impact force of the collision was like a huge sun explosion, causing Chongheng to step on the dragon's head and retreat thousands of feet.
Behind him, waves of blood surged up like a surging tide. The blood waves contained a powerful force that steadily supported Chongheng's body, preventing him from falling down in disgrace.
The blood-colored dragon raised its head and roared, and red clouds filled with ancient evil spirit gushed out from between its scales.
The red clouds were like sharp blades, turning the surrounding mountains into scarlet fragments like fragile building blocks, and then being ruthlessly submerged by the surging blood waves.
The rolling blood waves continued to surge and soon turned into a vast sea of blood. Above the sea of blood, the blood-colored waves surged and surged, extremely terrifying.
In this vast sea of blood, the blood-colored true dragon's eyes flashed with fierce light, and it grabbed Su Mu fiercely.
As the dragon claws swung, the void cracked like fragile paper, and solidified fragments of space remained between the five claw marks.
Su Mu's eyes were calm, and he faced the enemy forcefully with the Sword of God Slaying in his hand.
The sound of the sword was like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, shattering countless floating mountains. The floating mountains were turned into dust and scattered in the void in the sound of the sword.
Then, he turned around and slashed out with a sword energy containing innate Taoist power.
The sword energy was like a dazzling lightning, slamming towards the dragon claw with destructive force.
As they passed through the place along the way, the sea of blood rolled violently like boiling water. The three thousand feet sea of blood evaporated in an instant, and a thick blood mist rose.
The claws of the blood-colored real dragon were hit hard by the sword energy, and two of its toes were ruthlessly cut off.
It let out a scream, its voice full of pain and fear, and then screamed and stepped back.
How could Su Mu let go of this opportunity so easily? He chased after the blood-colored dragon like a ghost.
The mighty sword light burst out like the Milky Way falling from the sky, rushing forward, and the surrounding space was torn into pieces by this powerful sword light.
At this moment, blood suddenly flowed from Chongheng's left eye. Instantly, blood rained down from the sky.
Each drop of blood rain turned into a miniature blood dragon, which bared its fangs and claws, carrying a bloody breath, and frantically biting at the sword light that Su Mu attacked. These miniature blood dragons seemed to be an extension of the power of Chongheng. They flexibly shuttled through the sword light, constantly biting the sword light, trying to disintegrate it.
"The power of the world's origin!"
Su Mu let out a low shout, and a sword light containing ten layers of phantoms broke through the air with the force of thunder.
The snow clouds in all directions shook violently under the impact of this force, and layers of space cracked like paper.
When the sword light swept out, those miniature blood dragons were unable to resist and were all swept away and annihilated.
Immediately afterwards, the sword light hit the blood-colored dragon with unstoppable force.
The real dragon's body collapsed bit by bit under this powerful attack, its scales fell like snowflakes, and blood splashed everywhere like a fountain.
When Chongheng saw this, a sinister look flashed in his right eye.
The blood-colored true dragon's disintegrating body suddenly turned into scarlet spells that covered the sky and the sun.
These spells were like red pythons, twisting their bodies in the air and rushing towards Su Mu like a rainstorm.
Wherever the spell passed, the space was dyed with a strange red color.
Su Mu was not panicked.
He looked calm, as if everything was under his control.
Behind his body, a blood dragon also appeared faintly. This was the blood dragon monster from the eighteenth level of hell.
Endless blood shadows burst out from the blood dragon monster's body. These blood shadows were like ghosts, floating around, mysterious and terrifying, brazenly facing the scarlet spell that was coming down.
When the blood shadow collided with the spell, the entire space instantly collapsed into blood color.