Great Dao Ji

An Qisheng is very careful.

But facing such a completely unfamiliar and strange source, one cannot be too cautious.

There is no aura of heaven and earth in the Jueling Land. The aura of resentment can circulate, but it does not mean that it will not be generated. It just cannot exist between heaven and earth.

But those zombies created by him still have their souls in their blood. The hatred and despair left after the body is instantly distorted can be used by the zombie king.

An Qisheng believed in his speculation.

Fortunately, the place where these disasters come is a vast and sparsely populated place like the Xiya Mountains. If it falls on Fuso Island, I am afraid that it will be resurrected with full blood and break the seal in an instant.

Therefore, he is very careful.

hatred!

hatred!

hatred!

Zombies are born from the grievances of heaven and earth, and are the most ferocious and maniacal. Once thousands of years of hard work are wasted, the killing intent in the hearts of all the sages surges, and they almost want to destroy the world.

The space in the golden coffin that contained the Sealer's burly and majestic demon-like body rumbled.

Endless waves of blood rise up like a sea of ​​blood, with countless ghost faces flickering inside. Every time they are struck, it is like hundreds of demons wailing together.

But no matter how he rushed, struggled, or roared, he could not shake the seal.

There is no light in the endless darkness and blood-red.

"Do you still want to trap me for another thousand years?!"

In the dark and red void, all the demons roared and roared.

He was born with grievances, born with magical powers, immortal and immortal. The moment he was born, he had evolved into a zombie kingdom thirty thousand miles away and became the top demon under the emperor's cruelty.

Given time, even if he goes one step further, it is not impossible to be on par with Huang Tian Shi Ru, or even stronger.

But by chance, I met that old thing.

That mortal old man was unbelievably tyrannical. He was clearly a mortal, but his strength was comparable to that of a god. He had been sealed away for a thousand years.

A thousand years!

Since his birth, he is only over a thousand years old, and nearly 99% of his years have been spent in this seal!

In the past thousand years, he has devoured the essence and blood of countless subordinates who were sealed together.

He can't wait another thousand years!

Buzz~

After another collision, a faint light flashed in the void.

This glimmer of light was extremely small, but in the darkness where there was absolutely no light, it was so dazzling!

Someone touched the seal? !

Zhu Shang's heart skipped a beat, and before he could think about it, he raised his head and roared angrily, and waves of blood rolled out like a tidal wave!

Outside the golden coffin.

An Qisheng tore off the talisman.

In an instant, the golden coffin trembled, and under the coffin boards that popped open, a stream of crimson and foul-smelling blood rushed into the sky like a tide. The evil magnetic field spread instantly, and in an instant, it was about to cover the entire Xiya Mountains again!

This time, it was much more ferocious than the previous one.

Because the magnetic field and aura diffused spontaneously before, but at this time, it was Zhu Shang who took the initiative!

Snap!

The palm that tore off the talisman has not yet been raised, but has been slapped down hard. The yellowed talisman glowed with golden light, has blocked the channel for the blood to flow out!

One-tenth of a second!

This is the time it takes for Zhushang to affect the outside world after tearing off the seal.

In other words, it only takes one tenth of a second for this zombie king to turn the Xiya Mountains into a Shura field again!

Buzz~

A buzzing sound like the ringing of a copper bell echoed in the air, and waves of blood shot up into the sky and slapped on the snow like rain. The unexpanded magnetic field disappeared without a trace in an instant with a thunderous explosion in the sky.

But there was a hint of red in An Qisheng's eyes.

Spiritual imprints are being collected.

Bang!

In the golden coffin, Zhu Shang was dizzy: "Fa, what happened?"

There was a trace of confusion in the scarlet eyes at first, but looking at the nothingness without any light, it turned into indescribable rage!

shame!

shame!

You, you were actually fooled?

Who is it?

Who is he?

Is he the person who seems to have the flying sword?

still

Boom!

In the void, all the mourners were furious and furious: "Damn it, ant, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!!!"

Suddenly, the roar stopped.

Because a ray of light emerges on its own.

Zhu Shang's eyes condensed, but he still didn't hesitate at all. Endless blood burst out, and the resentment was like a volcano erupting, crashing into the place where the light was once again!

Boom!

The moment the blood wave broke out, Zhu Shang's eyes turned black again.

It was like hitting the stars head-on and falling backwards:

"No!"

Endless anger filled his heart, and Zhu Shang's eyes almost bled.

Tsk~

Waves of blood were thrown to the ground, and a huge deep pit was eroded out of the snow-capped mountain rocks that had experienced tens of thousands of years of wind and snow.

The stench lingered on the shop floor, and the wind never dissipated.

"call!"

An Qisheng sat cross-legged in silence and exhaled a long turbid breath.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a faint red light flashed in his eyes.

In front of him, the purple wooden box was empty. It was enough to see that all the Bigu Pills practiced by Master Shen for a year had been eaten by him.

It has been more than a month since Qinglong came to deliver supplies.

For more than a month, he has torn off the talismans at least thirty times and as many as hundreds of times a day, arousing the auras of various mourners and slowly collecting their spiritual imprints.

So far, it has begun to show results.

It just gets harder the further you go.

After many attempts, tearing off one talisman could no longer cause Zhu Shang to collide, so he had to increase his strength, two talismans, three talismans, and finally six talismans!

This was already the limit.

After tearing off six talismans, Zhu Shang's impact speed was less than a microsecond.

If he hadn't tried it every time in his dream, and his physical strength had improved significantly in the past month of cultivation, I'm afraid that the moment he tore off six talismans, the zombie king would have escaped.

Even so, he couldn't tear off seven talismans at the same time.

That would be too dangerous.

Unless his five internal organs were completely cultivated, his body had undergone a real transformation, and he could bear the power of the Qi species, he would be sure.

Tsk~

An Qisheng flipped his hand and tore off six talismans slowly.

The golden coffin trembled and hummed, but there was no more breath leaking out. Even though the golden coffin trembled more violently as time passed, there was no blood wave rushing out, and there was no aura leaking out.

"Just a few times, you gave up?"

An Qisheng whispered to himself.

He knew that Zhu Shang would never give up the seal, just like a prisoner, no one wanted to see the light of day again.

He was waiting for himself to tear off another talisman.

Seven of the nine talismans were gone, and it was basically impossible to seal this world-class zombie king.

Zhu Shang thought he didn't know, but in fact, An Qisheng knew this very well.

Therefore, after a sigh, he pasted the talismans one by one.

The power of this talisman is not endless, and it cannot last forever in this place of absolute spirit. At most, in less than two months, these talismans will completely disappear.

This is not a "charge" that can be achieved by attracting thunder again. The essence of this talisman is the Dao essence inside.

In the past month, An Qisheng has tried to attract thunder and lightning, but unfortunately, he cannot replenish the Dao essence inside.

"It's a bit troublesome"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

In the past month, although the search for the spiritual imprint was not satisfactory, his understanding of this zombie king became more and more profound.

The zombie king bred by this resentful evil is far more powerful and weird than what he showed before.

If it really escapes, even a place like Xuanxing where there is no spiritual energy of heaven and earth may not be able to trap it to death.

Because Xuanxing is not really sparsely populated.

There are more people on Xuanxing than on Earth in the previous life, up to nearly 20 billion.

The souls of 20 billion creatures are enough to support his short-term activities.

At least, he will not die before all the creatures on Xuanxing die.

But it is not so easy to completely destroy it, because the magic of this talisman lies in the Dao essence in it, and the energy is just a means to preserve and activate the Dao essence.

This talisman itself is not an indestructible and eternal thing.

In fact, An Qisheng, who has touched this kind of talisman more than once, knows in his heart that although the paper used to make these talismans is tougher than any paper on Xuanxing, it is just paper.

Burning in fire, sinking in the sea, outer space, and even throwing into the orbit of the sun are not feasible.

It is not that this zombie king cannot be destroyed, but no matter what method is used, the talisman will disappear before the golden coffin melts.

If you want to completely destroy it, you have to go to the world where he is.

Tracing back to the source, perhaps you can find a way to completely destroy a zombie king.

In the golden coffin, Zhu Shang's burly body like a demon god lies in the void, and the blood flows like a tide to support his body, and there are countless twisted ghost faces hidden in it.

But compared to more than a month ago, the sea of ​​blood has become thinner, and the ghost faces have become rarer.

There is a trace of sadness in the weirdness.

Such humiliation, such play

Watching the light disappear, and never light up again.

Zhu Shang slowly sank into the blood, his scarlet eyes slowly closed, and a murderous intent flashed in his heart.

No matter who you are.

This seat must grind you to ashes, twist your soul,

torture you for a thousand,

no,

ten thousand years!!!

"Dao Yi Tu"

An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, and the incomplete spiritual imprint in his vision glowed with a strange red light under the light of Dao Yi Tu:

"Can the world imprint be captured in the incomplete spiritual imprint?"

Buzz~

Dao Yi Tu exudes light like water:

[The owner of the picture wishes to consume 100 points of Dao power to search for the world coordinates. Search completed]

[After searching for the incomplete world coordinates, you can consume Dao power to enter the dream world]

Dao Yi Tu's response came very quickly, and An Qisheng almost responded as soon as he thought about it.

"Can I enter the dream?"

An Qisheng's heart moved: "What are the consequences?"

[Because the world coordinates are incomplete, the target of entering the dream cannot be determined, the world of entering the dream cannot be determined, and the result of entering the dream cannot be determined]

A slight mistake can lead to a great difference.

If the world coordinates are confused for a moment, you will not go to the same place.

[Does the owner of the picture consume 66,000 points of Dao power to enter the dream world? 】

Chapter 1.