The strongest collapse system

Chapter 1046 The Power of Death

After killing the wild fox and the stone wolf, Wang Fan and Rui Wei crossed the huge stone gate and entered the legendary burial place of gods and ghosts.

Behind the stone gate, there is a land of white mist. There is no murderous aura, and no living things can be seen. It is like a silent fairy land.

The two walked forward for a while, and saw a huge stone with a sword mark on it.

This is a terrible sword mark left by the supreme master. Time has diluted everything, and the sword energy and immortal power no longer exist, but the peerless sword spirit is still there.

Rui Wei just glanced at it, and cracks appeared on his body, as if it was about to be broken, he quickly circulated his mana to protect his body, not daring to look any more.

"It's such a terrifying sword intent, I almost died just by looking at it, if I touch it, wouldn't I be hacked to death here?" Rui Wei said in shock.

"It's not the way of swords used by humans." Wang Fan watched silently for ten breaths, and felt a domineering and invincible killing intent, but it was not suitable for human cultivation.

The two continued to move forward, and while dispelling the white mist, they headed for the depths of the burial ground of gods and ghosts.

What happened next was a bit shocking.

Corpses appeared one after another on the ground, dripping with blood, as if they had just died. In just a few miles, the remains of more than a dozen ancient saints appeared.

Some belonged to the monster race, some belonged to the human race, and there was also the incomplete stone man holy spirit.

After Wang Fan and Rui Wei passed by, the bright red blood and the corpse exuding holy power all turned into fly ash, and turned into dust amidst the sound of footsteps.

The burial place of gods and ghosts is an abandoned place, which belongs to the ancient times!
After going forward again for more than ten miles, I saw a rushing black river, which was extremely magnificent, but without the slightest sound, it rushed over from the depths of the burial ground of gods and ghosts, without sound.

"Styx!"

Rui Wei exclaimed, this is the water of the nether world, it is said that it originated from the underworld, and it is rare in the world, but he never thought that it would turn into a big river here.

Bursts of cold and deathly breath drifted out from the Styx River. If he hadn't cultivated to the Fourth Heavenly Saint Realm of Sendai, his flesh and blood would be corroded by the water vapor.

It can be seen that some corpses rushed down the Styx River, which was eerie and terrifying.

The two walked along the river towards the source, and after traveling for hundreds of miles, they reached the key point.

The source of this Styx River is an iceberg, which is extremely cold. The iceberg is constantly melting, converging into a Styx River, and flowing downstream.And in the ice layer, corpses were frozen one after another, wearing ancient costumes and armors, all of them were of various races, with thousands of dead faces, horrifying.

"It seems to be a battlefield in ancient times. When countless strong men fought, they were suddenly frozen, forming such a terrifying magic land! It is very likely that a strong man at the level of a great emperor made a move, making the saint, including the The strong ones will be killed at the same time!" Rui Wei speculated.

At the very center of the iceberg is a deep pool, pitch black and bottomless, with black steam evaporating from time to time, and occasionally corpses gushing out.

A terrifying force is pervading, full of a powerful breath of death.

It's almost like a source of death.

brush!
When Wang Fan came to the deep pool, he grasped it with his right palm, and all the water in the pool suddenly floated up, like a huge black crystal, hanging in the sky.

There is an ancient well at the bottom of the pool.

This ancient well is constantly overflowing with wisps of black air, and there are ancient Dao marks and runes on the edge of the well. In a trance, it seems that an old Taoist is constantly chanting sutras, as if something is sealed.

Chi Chi Chi!
Wang Fan clenched his right palm, and the scorching Yanyang punch was released, and the black pool water suspended in the air was instantly evaporated, including the ancient corpses inside, all turned into fly ash.

After finishing all this, Wang Fan pressed his palm on the edge of the ancient well.

All of a sudden, wisps of death force permeated the ancient well, attacking Wang Fan's body.

Rui Wei was startled, and hurriedly backed away for dozens of feet, fearing that she would be corroded by the power of death. Such a terrifying power of death would instantly corrode into a puddle of blood even if she was a strong person in the holy realm.

Wang Fan stood motionless by the well, his whole body was shrouded in death energy, uniform and uniform, submerged into his body, and the sound of thunder and thunder came from his body, as if he was opening up the world.

He is comprehending the mystery of death, dancing with death, and wandering in front of hell and Huangquan.

The black mist poured into his body continuously, and the originally crystal-clear skin was also covered with traces of black mist, as if it had been polluted.

Rumble!
Rui Wei could sense that the terrifying blood energy vitality in Wang Fan's body was colliding with the death energy invading his body. Every moment, countless vitality burst out, and there was also an explosion of death force.

The two sides got entangled and began to fight fiercely, some of them annihilated each other, and some of them merged with each other.

Gradually, the power of life and death merged more and more, and disappeared less and less.

The most original dao power in Wang Fan's body gradually changed with the fusion of the power of life and death. This dao power showed two colors of black and white, and then the black and white two colors merged and transformed into the color of chaos.

Dao power became more and more solid, like a supreme treasure being conceived and formed.

"With so much power of death, can people still survive? Even if they don't die, they will probably be crippled, and they will never be able to practice again. However, Brother Dao has a great cultivation base and his secret skills reach the sky, so it shouldn't be a big problem!"

Rui Wei didn't dare to disturb Wang Fan's cultivation, while turning his thoughts in his mind, he was vigilant about his surroundings to protect Wang Fan.

After ten full days, Wang Fan finally stopped absorbing the air of death.

The energy of vitality and the air of death in his body have reached a balance. At this moment, where the energy of power in his body is located, it seems that a small world has opened up, faintly visible, and the chaotic air is misty.

Wang Fan has comprehended the law of life and death to a limit, and has made a new breakthrough in cultivation.

The layer of dead blackness covering his body has also dissipated, replaced by a brilliant radiance, radiant and radiant, and his body glows.

"Congratulations, Brother Dao!" Seeing Wang Fan opened his eyes and returned to normal, Rui Wei immediately stepped forward to congratulate him.

Wang Fan nodded, and was about to say something when a terrifying wave suddenly came over.

Beyond the iceberg, a group of powerful creatures appeared, with a shocking aura of wildness, it turned into a torrent, sweeping across the hiding place of gods and ghosts, buzzing.

"Roar……"

Amidst the roaring sound, a giant with eight arms appeared. His tendons wrapped around his body like dragon snakes, raised high and strong, as if gathering all the strength and bravery in the world.

This giant was ten feet tall, with eight arms, and eyes like copper bells. It shot out a cold light beam and shone on Wang Fan and Wang Fan with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)