Soul travels through the world of immortality

Just when Qin Yu thought that the strange power had been dispelled and the battlefield returned to calm, suddenly, there was a slight tremor from under his feet. The vibration was vague at first, and then quickly intensified, as if a demon deep in the earth was awakening. The ground began to crack, and thick black liquid gushed out from the cracks. Its stench was nauseating. Along with the black liquid were waves of deep wails, as if countless innocent souls were wailing underground.

The black liquid surged and surged, converging into a huge black vortex. A huge hole appeared in the center of the vortex, like a portal to hell. The strange thing is that this hole is not pitch black, but flashes with a coquettish purple light, like a devil's eye, staring at Qin Yu, exuding a creepy aura.

At this moment, a pale and slender arm slowly stretched out from the black hole. Its skin was like wax, its blood vessels were clearly visible, and its fingertips had sharp black nails. This arm seemed to be unbound by gravity, lightly drawing a strange arc in the air. Then, more arms emerged from the black hole, intertwined into a huge net, and rushed towards Qin Yu.

However, Qin Yu did not panic. He felt the boiling of the golden dragon's blood in his body, which was an instinctive resistance to evil forces. He formed a seal with his hands and recited the ancient Dragon Clan secret spell. Golden light burst out from his body and turned into a golden shield, blocking those crazy incoming arms. Those arms hit the shield, making a harsh friction sound, but could not penetrate at all.

At this time, the purple light in the black hole became more intense, and a sharp laughter came from it, like countless iron needles piercing the eardrum at the same time. After the laughter, a figure in purple robe slowly rose from the black hole. Her face was hidden under the wide hood, and only a pair of eyes shining with purple light could be seen. Those eyes were like two shining stars. The radiant amethyst is breathtaking.

"It's interesting that you actually awakened the golden dragon's bloodline." The voice of the purple-robed figure was like a nightingale's low voice, but it also carried a cold taunt, "But do you think you can stop me with this weak power?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently raised her hand, and the blocked arms instantly turned into thousands of black butterflies, dancing gracefully. These butterflies look beautiful, but in fact each one carries a fatal curse. They circle around Qin Yu, and when their wings flap, the air seems to be corroded, exuding the breath of death.

Facing the cursed black butterflies transformed from his arms, Qin Yu took a deep breath. His eyes were as firm as a rock, and the golden light around him was like a golden god of war bathing in the blazing sunshine. He clenched the Longyuan Sword in his hand. The dragon pattern on the sword seemed to come alive. The golden light flowed and resonated with his blood. A majestic dragon power emanated from the sword and shot straight into the sky.

Qin Yu raised the Long Yuan Sword high and pointed the tip of the sword towards the sky. In an instant, a golden thunder struck from the sky and hit the tip of the sword. The moment the thunder and the sword met, a dazzling light burst out, illuminating the entire battlefield. Qin Yu swung his sword, and the power of thunder enveloped the power of the golden dragon's bloodline, turning into a golden sword energy, like the light of dawn, rushing straight towards those strange black butterflies.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the black butterflies turned into ashes, dissipated in the wind, and were purified together with the curse they carried. However, the purple-robed figure did not flinch. Instead, he let out a cold laugh, as if he appreciated Qin Yu's counterattack.

"What a golden dragon bloodline. It seems that you do have some abilities." There was a hint of playfulness in her words, "But the game has just begun."

As she finished speaking, the surrounding environment suddenly changed astonishingly. The originally bright moonlight was instantly swallowed up by darkness, replaced by a deep and twisted purple light. The purple light seemed to be alive, forming strange runes in the air, surrounding Qin Yu, forming an airtight cage. These runes exuded powerful magic fluctuations, which made Qin Yu feel that his power was gradually being suppressed, and even the golden dragon's bloodline began to become difficult to control.

What’s even weirder is that the purified remains of the black butterflies did not disappear, but turned into clouds of black mist, floating in the purple light cage, like a group of greedy ghosts, always ready to devour any life energy that dared to come close. And the vortex formed by the black liquid became more violent at this moment, constantly surging, as if gestating some kind of terrifying existence.

The purple-robed figure was suspended in mid-air, her hood swaying slightly in the strong wind, revealing half of her pale face, with an evil smile on her lips: "In this realm controlled by me, your power will be unlimited. weaken, and my power will be infinitely amplified. You are destined to become the most interesting toy in my hands."

Qin Yu was in a strange purple light cage. Facing such a powerful opponent and unknown terror, he showed no fear at all. Instead, his eyes became firmer. He understood that this battle was not only a duel of force, but also a battle of wills. He held the Longyuan Sword tightly, and the golden dragon patterns on the sword became more and more dazzling, as if echoing his inner belief - no matter what weirdness and terror he encountered, he would stick to justice and cut off the darkness.

The strange battlefield, the unknown enemy, and the terrifying existence that was about to be born made the atmosphere of this duel extremely depressing, but Qin Yu's determination and courage burned even more fiercely in this extremely strange environment...

Qin Yu knew that the situation at this moment was extremely dangerous. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and looked directly at the purple-robed figure with firm eyes. His golden dragon bloodline surged through his body, like hot lava, driving the power in his body to continue to rise. He clenched his hands into fists, and golden light condensed in his palms, forming a dazzling golden ball of light, which contained the endless power of the dragon clan's secret method.

The purple-robed figure seemed to be aware of Qin Yu's determination and strength. A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand slightly. The black butterflies surrounding Qin Yu seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and instantly gathered into a dark cloud, covering half of the sky. . Lightning flashed and thundered in the dark clouds, and the purple lightning snaked like poisonous snakes, releasing suffocating pressure.

Following the cold snort from the purple-robed figure, the dark clouds suddenly pressed down, and countless black lightnings poured towards Qin Yu like a violent storm. However, Qin Yu did not flinch. He threw the golden light ball in his hand upwards. The light ball burst out with bright light in mid-air and instantly turned into a golden barrier, resisting the impact of the black lightning.

However, the strange thing is that the blocked lightning did not dissipate, but instead gathered into a bunch of twisted runes on the golden barrier. They were entangled with each other, squirming like living creatures, trying to erode the power of the barrier. What's even more frightening is that those runes seem to have some kind of perception ability. They greedily absorb the surrounding energy, and even the power of the golden dragon in Qin Yu's body is pulled away by the slightest bit.

Qin Yu felt weak as never before, but he understood that this was the critical moment when the opponent tried to break down his defense. He resisted the loss of strength in his body, mobilized his remaining willpower, and recited the Dragon Clan's secret mantra in his mouth again. The sound of the spell was like a bell, echoing over the battlefield, colliding with the strange runes, causing ripple-like energy fluctuations.

At this moment, the runes on the golden barrier suddenly stopped moving, as if frozen by some kind of force. Then, a ray of golden light erupted from Qin Yu's body, shot straight into the sky, and instantly penetrated the strange dark clouds. The dark clouds were torn open by golden light, and the sun shone through the cracks, illuminating the entire battlefield.

In the golden light, Qin Yu's figure became taller and taller, and the shadow of a golden dragon suddenly appeared in the void behind him. The dragon looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound shook the sky. The sound was full of endless majesty and anger. The appearance of the giant dragon seemed to break the dominance of strange power. The black butterflies disappeared one after another under the golden light, and the dark clouds also quickly receded.