Lord God hangs up

Chapter 206 Chapter 206, Life is capricious, magic weapon of conferred gods!

Since the success of melting and casting the blood of the five elements, the countdown to Ni Kun's lifespan has long since ended, and it has become a positive increase.

Under the constant tempering of the thunder essence, the increase rate of his lifespan, after a period of high-speed improvement, has stabilized at the point where every three days can increase his lifespan by one year.

Although at this rate of increase, it will take several decades to make up for the 400 years of life he consumed when he opened the altar to curse An Wuji last time.

But increasing one year's lifespan every three days is enough to make Ni Kun arrogantly start with the "Fusion Burial", which starts with a minimum lifespan of one year.

Junshan Island covers an area of ​​less than one square kilometer.

However, for a fusion burial with a lifespan of one year and a magnitude of 50 tons, the area covered by the fireball of the explosion is as high as 1.68 square kilometers.

Just that big fireball like a small sun is enough to cover the entire small island of Junshan, enveloping the entire island in an extremely hot purgatory.

The blazing light flashed, and the scorching sun swept across the sky.

Even though Huang Rong closed her eyes early at the prompt of Ni Kun, she could still feel the violent flash of the blazing eyes.

She put a crescent-like bloody knife aura across her eyes, opened her eyes slightly, filtered the strong light with the knife aura, and looked at the small island of Junshan.

Just looking at this one made her eyes widen in shock, and her small mouth opened into an O shape.

As if the sun had fallen into the world, a huge fireball covering the entire Junshan Island was slowly rising towards the sky with a giant mushroom cloud covering the sky and covering the sun.

Such a majestic and terrifying scene made Huang Rong tremble like an electric shock. She instinctively raised her hand and grasped Ni Kun's sleeve tightly, her knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

It wasn't until the violent shock wave, engulfing the wall of waves several feet high, swept over with the force of destroying the sky and the earth, she was shocked all over, came back to her senses, and exclaimed: "The wave is coming!"

More than waves?

There is also a large amount of high-temperature vaporization of the lake water, forming a high-temperature steam shock wave.Wherever it passed, it was enough to destroy the city and kill all living things.

Fortunately, Junshan is already a forbidden area of ​​Dongting Lake for [-] miles. Neither fishermen nor lake pirates dare to approach Junshan, so there is no need to worry about harming innocent people.

Ni Kun leaned forward with one hand and sacrificed the "Crystal Wall". The steam shock wave and the wave wall several meters high bombarded the crystal wall, only blasting the invisible wall that was as clear as crystal and not thick at all. Ripple, then helplessly went around.

From the beginning to the end, the surroundings of the two of them were calm and the boat under their feet did not shake twice.

When the shock wave swept past, the fireball also rose into the sky, and the small island of Junshan that appeared in Huang Rong's vision had turned into a scorched earth hell.

Most of the peaks on the once lush island with strange peaks have been razed to the ground, and there are only a few scorched black peaks standing stubbornly, but their size has shrunk several times.

The green plants that covered the island were all gone, not even a larger tree stump could be seen.

"Ni Kun, who the hell are you..."

Huang Rong grabbed Ni Kun's sleeve, looked at the scorched earth and purgatory on the island, her scalp was numb, and she murmured in a trembling voice.

Ni Kun asked with a smile: "Rong'er, who do you think... I am?"

Huang Rong turned her head to one side, raised her pretty face slightly, looked at Ni Kun's handsome face with profound features, and murmured:
"You won't be some god descending to earth, are you? Vulcan Zhurong? Sun Xingjun?"

Ni Kun smiled and said:

"It's not some fairy descending to earth. I'm just a kind-hearted person entrusted by your father to take you home."

While speaking, I heard a loud bang from behind.

However, after the peak of the wave was exhausted, it swelled back toward Junshan, and the wave head was still more than two feet high.

Ni Kun chuckled, and when the revolving wave rushed towards him, he flicked his sleeves, and the violent wave crest, like a wild horse in a bridle, was easily tamed by him, carrying him and Huang Rong in the small boat, The two went to the small island that had been turned into a scorched earth purgatory.

Another place of interest was destroyed.

Ni Kun once tied Huashan Chaoyang Peak.

The unique mountain pass of Mount Fuji was also cut off by more than 100 meters.

Now Junshan Island has also been turned into scorched earth, and a huge "perishing pit" has appeared in the center of the island. Even if it can be regenerated with green plants in the future, there will be very few Lingxiu 72 peaks, and the beauty of the past will no longer be there.

Instead, there may be a Wangxiu Lake, turning into a "lake within a lake" scene.

But then again, compared with the world itself, what are the mere scenic spots and scenery?
If you can't kill Youquan Blood Demon, when he successfully launches the blood sacrifice and the end of heaven and earth comes, all jade and stone will be burned, and all will be turned into powder.

rumbling...

The returning waves rushed to Junshan Island in all directions, extinguishing the embers of the charcoal fire on the island.

After the waves of washing the ground receded, the shocking scorched earth hell looked less miserable than before.

Ni Kun controlled the current and parked the boat a hundred feet outside the island.

Let the waves sway back and forth, and the boat only shakes slightly.

After the waves of washing the ground several times back and forth finally subsided, Ni Kun took Huang Rong and stepped onto the small island that was scorched black after washing, but no longer hot.

After setting foot on the shore of the island, Huang Rong raised her eyes and looked around, only to feel that her field of vision was wide open, and there were no mountains or green plants to blind her eyes.

"This……"

She smacked her lips twice and murmured:
"Will anyone survive?"

After witnessing the spectacular scene of the scorching sun falling and destroying everything before, it was really hard for her to imagine any existence that could survive such terrifying supernatural powers.

"Maybe there is one lucky person who survived by chance."

Ni Kun smiled, and stepped forward: "Let's go, let's go find it together, and see if the Youquan old devil survived."

Huang Rong took a deep breath, took a few quick steps, followed Ni Kun, and walked towards the center of the island.

The depths of the island.

In a dark underground palace.

Youquan old devil only has a coke-like torso left, immersed in a pool of blood, devouring the surrounding blood frantically.

Although he is a demon, he usually doesn't like to stay in the dark underground, but likes to cultivate on the top of a beautiful mountain.

As a result, because of this little personal hobby, he was almost vaporized by the terrifying fireball on the spot.

Fortunately, since he came to this world and seized the Spiritual Wisdom Master, he had only a drop of blood left, and his cultivation has recovered a lot. He sensed the crisis of life and death in time, and decisively hid in the underground palace. Was evaporated on the spot.

But still lost the limbs, only the torso remained.

In addition, the skin and flesh of the torso and head were all charred, even the bones were charred a lot, and the internal organs were three-point cooked.

Fortunately, the blood and soul are the most important things in the blood demon art, and the physical body is only secondary.

As long as the blood does not dry up and the primordial spirit does not die, even if the physical body is completely damaged, it can be reborn.Or simply abandon the physical body and become a "river of blood" with blood as the body.

Relying on the strong survivability of the blood demon art, Youquan old devil survived despite being severely injured, and hid in the blood pool of the underground palace to heal his injuries and recover.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

Old Demon Youquan only had two blood-holed eye sockets left. He suddenly looked in the direction of the footsteps, and shouted in his belly:
"Who?"

A cautious male voice came: "Master, this is a disciple, Wanyan Kang."

Wanyan Kang?
He was lucky, he and Li Mochou were guarding the underground palace today, so he escaped this catastrophe.

The other dozen or so disciples were not so lucky, and they were all wiped out.

"Who is messing with me?" Youquan old devil secretly hated in his heart: "You have hurt me to such a state, and made my years of hard work in vain... If you don't take revenge, you will not be a devil!"

When he was angry, his empty and bloody eye sockets stared straight at the position of Wanyan Kang. He obviously had no eyeballs, but he seemed to have seen the pale and handsome young man with his bowed shoulders and shrunken back. In the eyes:
"Why is it only you? Where's Li Mochou?"

Wanyan Kang was far away from the blood pool, with his back arched and shoulders slumped, with a timid and cautious look:
"Senior Sister Mochou...she seems to have taken the opportunity to escape..."

"Run away?" Old Demon Youquan sneered, thinking she didn't run away, but you took the opportunity to swallow her!
Is it true that when the old man is seriously injured, I can't sense your aura, and compared with yesterday, it suddenly increased by [-]%?
But it doesn't matter.

In order to cultivate the "Blood Shadow Incarnation", Old Demon Youquan deliberately indulged and even encouraged his "disciples" to fight against each other. As long as he didn't forcefully kill him in front of him, he would never pursue it.

Now said lightly:
"If you run away, run away. One more her is not much, and one less her is not much."

Wanyan Kang looked up at Youquan Old Demon in the blood pool, and asked worriedly:
"Master, your injury..."

Old Demon Youquan is suspicious by nature, and he knows that Wanyan Kang looks cowardly, but in fact he has a deep and vicious mind. He suspects that Wanyan Kang is planning how to retaliate when he sees that he is seriously injured.

But Youquan old devil is not afraid, Wanyankang's blood demon skills are all taught by him, even if he is injured to the point where there is only a drop of blood left, he can easily occupy Wanyankang's body and his cultivation base .

Now said lightly:

"The old man was seriously injured this time, and he needs to heal for at least half a year before he can recover slightly..."

What he said was naturally fishing.

Although the hook is straight and salty, but combined with his current miserable appearance like a charred stick, it is quite convincing.

If Wanyan Kang really wanted to turn back, he could only gamble now.

Once missed, there will be no chance in the future.

As long as Wanyankang took the bait and started to devour Wanyankang, it was hard to say that he would turn around and devour Wanyankang.

However, Wanyan Kang's reaction was somewhat beyond the expectation of Old Demon Youquan.

I saw him frowning, with even more worry in his eyes:
"Master was injured so badly? What should I do!"

He frowned, his face changed for a while, his eyes were full of reluctance, and finally he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, he took out a simple copper pot the size of a palm from his arms, and looked at it reluctantly. With a glance, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Master, this disciple left the island a few days ago and got a treasure by accident. It is quite supernatural, and it may help Master heal quickly."

After finishing speaking, Wan Yankang held the copper pot in both hands, walked to the edge of the pool of blood, put down the copper pot, and bowed back, with a loyal and loyal appearance.

"Ok?"

Youquan Laomo swept away his spiritual thoughts, and felt that the copper pot was full of spiritual power and vitality. Even if it didn't have the ability to heal wounds, it could be regarded as a good treasure.

"You are somewhat filial."

Youquan old devil said lightly, but he was surprised in his heart:
This kid Wanyan Kang is very scheming, much more cunning and cunning than that Murong Fu, when the old man is in trouble, how come he not only does not retaliate, but instead offers treasures to help the old man heal his wounds?

Could it be that the old man really misunderstood him, that he really just wanted to be the emperor of the world?

The purpose of presenting the treasure to me is just to please the old man, so that the old man can support him to be the emperor of the world?

Thinking of Wanyan Kang's previous performances, Youquan Old Demon was also a little uncertain about Wanyan Kang's thoughts.

But no matter what his intentions, the treasure is not fake.

Youquan old devil scanned his mind over and over again, but he didn't perceive any traps from the copper pot, just a thin trace of spiritual imprint, presumably it was the spirit left by Wan Yankang who tried to refine the treasure after he obtained it. brand.

At that moment, with a thought, the old devil mobilized the water in the blood pool, rolled up the copper pot, and wanted to erase Wanyan Kang's brand on the copper pot, refining it first.

At the moment when Old Demon Youquan rolled up the copper pot with blood, a strange light flashed in Wanyan Kang's eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he silently recited a curse.

hum!
The copper pot buzzed, a ring of flame burst out, and with a bang, the blood around the copper pot evaporated.

Not only evaporated all the blood, but also burned away a wisp of Youquan Old Demon's spiritual thoughts in the blood, causing Youquan Old Demon to roar in pain:
"Wanyankang, do you want to kill your master?"

Before he finished speaking, sparks spewed out from the humming and trembling mouth of the copper pot, covering the pool of blood like covering the sky.

"Just because you dare to rebel?"

The old devil Youquan laughed angrily, mobilizing the blood in the blood pool, swirling the sky full of sparks.

Wan Yankang smiled silently, retreated like lightning, and at the same time recited a mantra silently.

The sparks all over the sky suddenly expanded, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into thousands of fist-sized fire crows, squawking strangely, and opened their mouths to spew out long streams of flames.

Under the bombardment of thousands of streams of flames, the blood wave rolled up by Old Demon Youquan evaporated in a blink of an eye.

"what is this?"

Old Demon Youquan exclaimed.

With his cultivation base, the blood spurted by him can instantly extinguish even a mountain fire within a radius of a hundred miles.

But these tens of thousands of fist-sized fire crows easily evaporated the blood that he rolled up, and even ignited the entire blood pool. While quickly evaporating the blood in the blood pool, it turned into an impenetrable fire The net wrapped his body in all directions, burning his scorched body madly.

"What exactly is this?"

Old Demon Youquan was frightened and angry, howling in pain while casting spells.

Thousands of blood shadows flew out of him, rushing out in all directions, trying to tear apart the fire net that wrapped him up.

But the tens of thousands of fire crows are just a spit, and the thousands of fires sprayed down, burning the thousands of blood shadows into green smoke and disappearing.

Youquan old devil's blood shadow incarnation was destroyed, his soul was wounded, and he wailed in pain:
"Wanyankang, what kind of magic weapon is this? Why did you hide it from my divine sense, so that I never noticed the abnormality?"

Wan Yankang straightened his back slowly, no longer the timid and cowardly look before, he was in high spirits and laughed loudly:

"I'll let you understand, you old devil!

"This treasure is the magic weapon of conferring the gods, 'The Pot of Thousand Crows'! It contains ten thousand fire crows, all of which are elves born in the flames. They can burn the sky and boil the sea, and refine the primordial spirit. It is your nemesis!

"With the rank of this treasure, I am afraid that even when you are in your prime, you will not be able to detect its strangeness, and even if you probe with your spiritual sense, you will only regard it as an ordinary treasure!"

"The Magical Treasure of Conferred Gods, the Ten Thousand Crows Pot? Impossible! That is not a treasure of this world, Wanyan Kang, how can you get such a law!"

While roaring, Old Demon Youquan turned his scorched body into a mini river of blood, dashing left and right in the fire net.

On the blood river, sometimes hundreds or even thousands of swords flew out, cutting towards the fire net.From time to time, bloody claws flew out, tearing the fire net.From time to time, hundreds of blood shadows flew out, entangled into a ball, and exploded in front of the fire net, trying to blast the fire net.

But everything is useless.

Tens of thousands of blazing fire crows the size of a fist circled and danced above the blood pool, spewing flames non-stop, blessing the fire net, and blocking the blood river.

Be it the bloody sword, the bloody searcher, or even the self-detonation of the blood shadow, they couldn't tear through the fire net, but were burned by the flames spewed by the fire crow.

Wan Yankang held his hands behind his back, triumphantly:

"I, Wanyankang, have a mandate of destiny. I am the protagonist here, and I have great luck. I didn't lie to you about the origin of this Wanya pot. It was indeed during a certain trip. Find it at an antique stall!

"Heh, buying an ancient relic casually, it turned out to be a magic weapon, this is my destiny!

"Old Devil Youquan, stop making unnecessary struggles.

"The Wanya Pot can burn the sky and boil the sea, and it can also burn your blood river and blood shadow. Even your primordial spirit can never escape the fire net!

"Actually, even if you haven't been injured, you may not be the opponent of this Wanyahu, let alone you are seriously injured now, and your strength has dropped?"

Youquan old devil screamed: "Wanyankang, if you kill me, my lord will not let you go!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wan Yankang laughed up to the sky, in the long laugh, the bun exploded with a bang, the long hair on his head fluttered automatically without wind, and the aura on his body exploded, and in the blink of an eye, it became twice as strong more than enough.

Although it is still far from before Youquan was injured, but compared to Wanyankang's previous strength, there is already a world of difference.

Under the explosion of breath, two thick blood-colored eye shadows appeared in the corners of Wanyan Kang's eyes, his lips were also red and purple, and there was a scorching scarlet blood in his pupils:
"Old Devil Youquan, do you think I don't know the existence of the lord?"

"What?" Old Demon Youquan exclaimed in surprise: "You, you actually know the lord? How could this be?"

Wanyan Kang laughed loudly:
"As long as the blood fiend magic power has reached a certain level, you will naturally be able to perceive the existence of the lord. My cultivation has long been the first among all the true preparations, and even Murong Fu is far from my opponent!

"As early as half a year ago, I had already sensed the existence of the lord, and the lord taught me the real blood-fiend method, which made up for the flaws you deliberately left in the exercises! It was only to paralyze you that I kept hiding my strength and never showed it!

"Youquan, just like what you call 'the only true biography', in this world, the lord only needs one representative! And I, Wanyan Kang, am the one to replace you!"

The mini blood river transformed by Youquan whispered unbelievably:
"Impossible, my lord promised me..."

Wanyan Kang sneered:
"Oh, my lord has promised you that as long as you complete the task, you will be allowed to restore your former real body, and you will be formally included in the gate wall of the Blood Fiend Sect.

"But my lord has also promised me that as long as I can replace you and complete the mission on your behalf, then I, Wanyankang, will enter the blood fiend sect's wall, transcend this world, live forever, and have boundless power!
"You are raising Gu, using the only true inheritance to stimulate us true inheritance to kill each other and devour each other. But I don't know, in the eyes of the lord, you are just a small Gu insect, there is nothing special.

"Of course I, Wanyan Kang, is just a Gu worm. Between the two of us, only one can survive. As for who can survive, the lord doesn't care, and I won't intervene in the dispute between you and me.

"But that's enough. The lord will not favor you, nor me. But I am smarter and more fortunate than you! After all, you are just an outsider, how can you compete with me, the native protagonist of the world?
"Old Devil Youquan, you are finished, accept your fate, I, Wanyan Kang, am the 'only true biography' that stands out in this world!"

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(End of this chapter)