Chapter 907

The dark soil was stacked on top of each other, and the strong wind never stopped. A blood-brown river rushed in from the sky and poured into the Acheron that ran through this world, connecting the Void Hometown and the Rahu Domain that had assimilated the Nether World into one. It was filled with dreamy mist. In the dark six-layered Peak of Death, where the most ancient turbid air had precipitated, Emperor Xuanming quietly looked at the blood-brown river upstream. His eyes were burning with anger.

Over the years, he had slowly lost control of Rahu and could only retreat to the Taoist field. It seemed that he would soon have to give up this layer and return to the Black Prison.

At this moment, his eyes reflected a touch of blood, as if the blood and flesh essence of all living creatures in the world was pouring down with the fall of his palm. It surged towards the border of the Nine Serenities, wanting to swallow the blood-brown acquired Acheron and cut off the connection between the Black Prison of Rahu and the Void Hometown.

"Chance!"

Although Emperor Xuanming had always been cruel and cold and loved to eat blood and flesh, he was not a chaotic, crazy, almost irrational existence like the Ninoran Tianzun. He instantly understood the cause of the matter and made the best choice for himself. Without hesitation, he stretched out his ghostly claw from the dark Peak of Death.

Wherever it passed, the everlasting astral wind condensed into snowflakes, the barren land turned into layers of crystal ice, and the vengeful souls and evil ghosts flew up and fell into the claws, creating a pitch-black silent vortex manifested by the Dao of Death and Evil Ghosts, silently slapping towards the border of the Nine Nether.

Outside the Nine Underworlds, at the center of the blood brown river, a bright moon suddenly rose up. It was perfect, flawless, and contained a myriad of Daos. It was crystalline and bright, and it emanated specks of clear divine light that caused the sea of blood to vanish layer by layer, the silent vortex to seem to have been assimilated, and the Nether Spring that ran through the two worlds was in an untouchable state.

In the face of the collusion between the Black Prison of Rahu and the Void Hometown, the Ajati Matriarch did not hesitate at all. She personally made the first move!

However, at this time, green light flickered in the void, and a flourishing green tree grew out. Mysterious fruits bloomed on its branches, releasing rings of divine light one after another, and the sound of a bell reverberated endlessly.

The clear light slowed down, and the roots of the giant tree spread into the full moon. The two fell into a fierce battle.

The Qing Emperor from the Eastern World of Vairocana sent down his divine power!

The Pure Land, Bodhi Pure Land, Tushita Palace, and the Demonic King Palace were all quiet. It was unknown whether it was because of each other or of the Two Sages of the West who were happy to see the Golden Emperor abandon Rahu.

The sea of blood slowed down as soon as it was shrouded by the flag, as if it had fallen into a swamp. On the other hand, the Scorpion Axe showed nine Dao marks, and the will of punishment turned into black lightning and dark green flame, pouncing on the Ghost Claw.

Yang Jian suddenly chuckled, and with a shake of his palm, red bubbles immediately appeared in the sea of blood. The bubbles expanded and exploded continuously, setting off endless explosions, and finally converged into one sound.

Bang!

The sea of blood returned to nothingness, and the storm swept in all directions, forcing the White Cloud Flag back.

Bang!

Every level of Nine Serenities had a deafening feeling. Even in the red mountain range, the Evil Gods and Evil Demons couldn't help but feel dizzy. Their breaths were like little sparks, strung together into a prairie fire, licking a small half of the eighth level of Nine Serenities, and the red current in the core seemed to be solid. Qi Zhengyan suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the source of the explosion. There were already four bright golden stars between his eyebrows.

With more than a hundred years of time, and the protection of Mengqi and Yang Jian, it was enough for him to attain the Legendary Realm and step into the Creation Realm!

Bang!

The explosion of the sea of blood that Yang Jian unscrupulously caused plundered the surrounding energy, causing the blood-brown river to emit a sharp sound of waves. Then, it disintegrated inch by inch, collapsing into pieces.

It was always easier to destroy than to protect!

Moreover, Yang Jian was only targeting the part of Nine Serenities, and didn't intend to affect the river outside!

The Acheron collapsed, and the two worlds were separated. The misty fog dissipated without wind, and the green tree and the bright moon disappeared, no longer having a useless fight.

Zhenyuanzi stood outside of Nine Serenities, and took a deep look at Yang Jian. Then, carrying the White Cloud Flag and the Scorpio Axe, he went against the current and returned to the Nether World. The erosion and assimilation of Luohou in the Void Hometown came to an abrupt end.

On the other side, outside of the Black Heaven Emperor's dojo, the crisscrossing killing and destructive sword aura gradually drifted away, revealing the somewhat disheveled Demonic Monarch and the lifeless Deep Sea Sword.

Mengqi's One Breath Turning Three Pure Ones had consumed too much energy, and was close to its limit. Seeing that Yang Jian had succeeded, he ended the Fairy Slaying Sword Formation, and his figure appeared at the top of the pitch-black mountain where he sat in a lotus position, as if he had never attacked.

"If he wants to fight, he will fight, and if he wants to leave, he will leave …" The Demonic Monarch's eyes were subtle, and his heart was filled with hatred.

In fact, what he had learned was not much worse than Su Meng. Even if he encountered the great spiritual power of One Breath Turning Three Pure Ones, and relied on the invincibility of the Supreme Demonic Body, there was still hope that he could hold on until the time limit of his incarnation came to an end. However, he couldn't stop his opponent from using the Fairy Slaying Sword Formation, and he couldn't stop his opponent from having two Peerless Heavenly Weapons, while he had none!

Comparing oneself to others would really make one angry!

The Deep Sea Sword turned into a dim light, and returned to the bottom of Nine Serenities, back to the hands of Qisha Daoist. The Demonic Monarch also disappeared. His escape method was very mysterious, and no one knew where he had hidden himself. In this aspect, he was stronger than Mengqi.

Nine Serenities quickly returned to peace, and the hard work of the Ajati Matriarch for more than a hundred years was not able to cause any ripples.

This is just the beginning … Mengqi muttered to himself. He raised his head, and looked at the other floor of Nine Serenities. Their eyes met, and they nodded slightly to each other.

After cutting off the Ajati Matriarch's hand that reached into Nine Serenities, and forcing the Black Heaven Emperor to only defend the dojo, many things could be done, and he no longer had to worry about being spied on by the big shots!

Mengqi closed his eyes, and the heart in his chest suddenly beat faster.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump, it was filled with purple gas, like a bell, full of ancient and primitive meaning.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump, the sound of the heartbeat was isolated by the body, and even standing beside Mengqi, it was difficult to hear.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump, Mengqi linked the beating of the purple heart with the Tushita Palace in the unseen world, and received a feedback that was neither sad nor happy.

As soon as the feedback arrived, Mengqi's illusory purple heart beat even more violently, and the feeling of strangeness surpassed any Skyscraping Demon, including the Demon of Self.

In the real world.

Mr. Lu, who had already moved Huamei Heights to the Donghai region, was still guarding the lonely grave, and his mind would occasionally recall the events of the Central Plains from one or two hundred years ago. Chong He, who had a difficult death, Gourdo, who could not return from the Middle Ages, and Su Meng, who had witnessed him step by step from the Enlightenment Stage to the Creation Realm, and then had no way out …

60 years ago, in the straw hut, he suddenly slashed out an extremely bright and dazzling sword beam, clear and pure, from afar toward the Xi Jian Pavilion, which had also moved to the Donghai, and exchanged a blow with Su Wuming. With this sword beam, he finally took the unprecedented path, and the divine light of nature first went to infinity, and then reflected all the realms, and obtained a projection.

After taking this step, he accumulated a lot, and in a short span of 30 years, he reached the Creation Realm, and now he was already in the middle, catching up with Su Wuming.

Mr. Lu put down the wooden carving in his hand, looked at the undulating blue waves, and thought of the green jade box that had caused a sensation recently.

"I wonder what realm little friend Su is in now." As soon as the thought came to his mind, the image of Mengqi in the past appeared in his mind, with his green robe and smile.

At this moment, the image of Mengqi cupped its hands, and its eyes were filled with illusory purple gas!

This … Mr. Lu was deep in thought, and as if nothing had happened, he retracted his gaze, picked up the knife again, and focused on carving.

On an island in the Donghai, a white-haired old man was lying on a rocking chair, basking in the warm afternoon sun, and telling the child next to him about the prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the past.

"If the Great Zhou Dynasty did not perish, and the martial arts exchange in the Myriad World Mall, video teaching, and forum groups did not collapse, your great-grandfather, I, would most likely have a chance to break through to Dharmakaya, and become a celestial. At the very least, I could seek refuge with the emperor, obtain a divine position, and protect the land …"

"At that time, the celestial holy land was the Kunlun Mountain's Yuxu Palace, and the chief was the Primitive Emperor the Celestial Su Meng. He was the person your great-grandfather admired and respected the most in his life …"

The old man recalled bits of the past in his heart, thinking about the first successful construction of the Heaven Conferring Platform, and the figure of the Primitive Emperor Su Meng.

What he did not notice was that the eyes of the figure in his heart were suddenly dyed with an illusory purple color, as if it had its own heartbeat.

In various places in the real world, similar situations were quietly happening one after another.

…

Outside the Demon King Palace, a Somersault Cloud floated over and landed at the door, turning into the Great Sage Sun Wukong who was wearing a golden chainmail.

He scratched his cheeks and said to the demon guarding the door, "I, Old Sun, am here to see the Demon King."

Facing his childhood idol, the demon guarding the door did not dare to stop him, and the door behind him opened, obviously with the approval of His Majesty the Demon King.

Passing through layers of doors and deep into the Demon King Palace, Sun Wukong suddenly stopped and visualized the figure of Mengqi in a black robe in his mind.

A purple light flashed, a heartbeat appeared, and this figure actually came to life!

Sun Wukong pointed his finger and cut out this thought. The purple light in his body rose, and the heartbeat became clear, stretching into the incarnation of Mengqi.

The Supreme Path of the Heart Demon, using this to secretly pay a visit to the Demon King!