Fantasy: Ten Thousand Times Stronger, I Have Thousands Of Magic Skills

"Kill another million of him!"

The enemy's Divine Ability spells rained down like raindrops.

The three people turned their backs to the distant Divine Ability Sea, like a mighty pass, blocking all attacks...

The scene ended here. Qin Yu looked at the backs of the three people and sighed: "If a top ten Martial Artist is so powerful, if they choose to abandon the Divine Ability Sea and escape, a few of the ten people will always survive. Unfortunately, everyone has their own ambitions."

As soon as Qin Yu finished speaking, the mural had stopped.

One of the top ten Martial Artists turned his head slightly to look behind him, with a smile on his lips, which was seen by Qin Yu.

Qin Yu said, "Fuck!" and suddenly withdrew his divine thoughts.

"Come again!"

Qin Yu instantly checked his body and soul, and found that they were unharmed, so he was relieved.

"It's still that person, the one who slapped the guard dog's mouth outside the temple. He only smiled once at that time."

"What does the person who painted the mural mean? He painted him smiling twice. It's impossible that he just wanted to scare people who see the mural."

"There are too many mysteries here. We have to find the natives here and ask them clearly."

But the residents of this small world are all hiding again.

With Qin Yu's Ascension Immortal cultivation, he can't catch a trace of breath.

Qin Yu took a deep breath. This Divine Ability Sea is full of mystery.

"By the way, what are the ten great magics of the top ten Martial Artist who loves to laugh? I haven't seen this person take action before."

Hidden head and exposed tail.

Or maybe the person who painted the mural couldn't imitate the charm of this person's Divine Ability, so he simply didn't paint it?

No matter which possibility.

Qin Yu always felt that this person was a little special compared to the other nine.

"Go up one floor, maybe there will be murals about this person."

Qin Yu quickly climbed the stairs and came to the next mural.

Different from the five floors below.

Only half of the wall was painted on this level, and then the painting stopped.

It seemed that the story of the Divine Ability Sea and the top ten Martial Artists ended here.

In the mural, the sky collapsed in the southeast and the ground sank in the northwest, a scene of the end of the world.

Countless corpses filled the entire plain.

The blood that flowed turned into lakes one after another.

The lowest combat power of those who participated in this ambush was not weaker than the Ascension Immortal. The immortal power contained in their blood was so abundant that one drop could breed a large lake.

In the picture, the immortal power turned into more and more lakes, and soon gathered into countless vast rivers.

The rivers gathered together again to form a vast ocean.

The vast ocean continued to expand.

The Xingxiu Sea was born.

Everything in front of him made Qin Yu's scalp numb.

"So the Xingxiu Sea was nurtured by the immortal power lost from these immortals' bodies?"

"Su Yourong said that his master would come to Xingxiu Sea to salvage treasures when he had nothing to do, and he also salvaged a lot to give to his apprentice. Maybe what he salvaged were all fragments of immortal weapons. This old man who picked up rubbish has something."

Qin Yu continued to watch the contents of the mural.

The surviving monks all had numb faces, as if the ending was different from what they thought, and they regretted it a little.

Although the battle was over, no one showed even a trace of joy on their faces.

The losses were too great, and the survivors were also seriously injured. Some people might have nightmares for the rest of their lives.

Not long after, the second group of enemies pounced down from the torn sky.

The angry enemies gathered the bodies of the top ten Martial Artists together and began to ravage them crazily.

One after another, the top ten Martial Artists were covered by large formations, which were engraved with various large formations, suppressing the bodies of the top ten Martial Artists, absorbing their energy, and refining their residual souls...

It seemed that doing this was not enough to relieve the hatred.

They asked the supreme masters to use the bodies of the top ten Martial Artists as a medium to issue a vicious curse on the bloodline of the top ten Martial Artists.

Cursing the descendants of the top ten Martial Artists to never be able to practice Taoism again.

No matter how far or how fast their descendants escape.

The curse will be like a thorn in the flesh and will always chase them.

Even if the Divine Ability Sea hides and wanders in the void, it will be caught up one day...

The mural ends here, and the remaining walls are blank, and there is no other story.

Qin Yu wondered: "Why is it over? Now the Secret Realm of the Divine Ability Sea is in the Xingxiu Sea, not in the void. There must be more stories here."

"Why didn't the person who painted the mural stop painting?"

"Did he leave before the Divine Ability Sea returned here?"

"No, I must find out, let's go to the seventh floor to see."

Qin Yu took a step and went straight to the seventh floor.

What he saw was that the entire seventh floor was filled with murals.

Qin Yu was happy, and then he was stunned.

"The painting style here is completely different from the lower floors. It is definitely not the work of one person."

Let's not talk about how many years have passed between the murals.

Just in terms of painting skills, there is a huge difference compared to the previous ones.

The person who painted this mural is at most a Nascent Soul monk.

Let alone simulating the Divine Ability aura and Great Dao power of the characters in the painting, such mysterious things.

There is not even the ability to pull Qin Yu's mind into the mural.

These murals are like Qin Yu's "Joyous Union Sect Six Million Collection". They can only be watched as silent videos and can no longer be immersed in the scene.

Qin Yu touched his chin and said: "The painter has changed. According to the Time Qi remaining on the mural, the time when this mural was painted is at least several million years different from the sixth layer."

"Forget it, it's better to see something than nothing. The more you know about this place, the better."

"Let me see what happened during this period."

The content of the murals has been millions of years since the Divine Ability Sea began to wander in the void.

The Divine Ability Sea has been drying up since it was sealed by the giant hand that fell from the sky.

The once vast ocean is now only a small lake.

After the former vast ocean disappeared, the land was exposed, and mountains and ridges rose from the ground.

The Human Race in the Divine Ability Sea has regained its former prosperity.

There are many monks here, and they are just waiting for someone to break through to the realm of the top ten Martial Artists, and then they will kill them.

But millions of years have passed, and no one has been able to reach that level.

What's worse is that the enemy's backup plan has finally found them.

The curse created by the corpses of the ancestors of the group who killed the top ten Martial Artists has finally spread into the Divine Ability Sea after millions of years, following their blood.

At first, no one cared, and the curse only spread to people who couldn't practice.

People thought it was just a plague.

But this plague became more and more difficult to control, and even the immortal cultivators couldn't suppress it.

Finally one day, the first immortal cultivator infected with the plague appeared.

Then one spread to ten, and ten spread to a hundred.

The curse finally broke out among the immortal cultivators.

Their foundation was destroyed by the curse, and they could no longer make any progress in their cultivation.

No matter how talented they were, they could not sense the aura of the Great Dao.

In their lifetime, only a handful of them could reach the Gold Core stage.

The Divine Ability Sea fell into a great depression.

Only one in ten mortals survived, and the cultivation path of the immortal cultivators was interrupted.

The descendants of the top ten Martial Artists fell into the greatest crisis.

The content of the seventh floor mural ends here.