"Speak! Who the hell are you?! " The God of the Underworld roared once more. Although he knew that it was unlikely for him to get an answer and that it would make others feel that he was showing weakness, he had no choice but to ask because this was too important to him. He even suspected that this was a trap set up by a certain god. Clearly, he was lacking in self-reflection. If he had continued to hide in his lair, how could Han Jin have come knocking on his door?
"Aren't you one of the gods? Guess for yourself. " Han Jin sneered and pressed his fingertip against his forehead again. The divine sense hidden in his sea of consciousness was fully activated. "Clear Will of Heaven … Open!"
Under Han Jin's control, a violent spiritual storm swept over a kilometer away in an instant. The divine sense condensed into divine sense followed the spiritual trail left behind by the God of the Underworld and pursued it relentlessly, rushing straight into the depths of the Abandoned Land. Han Jin's Indestructible Avatar did not become indistinct even though it had lost a large amount of vital energy. Instead, it became even clearer as countless soul flames fused into it. Golden light shot out in all directions, and countless simple runes appeared and disappeared around the Indestructible Avatar. Han Jin's figure was like a real god, standing solemnly in the dazzling light.
From the moment Han Jin joined the battle until now, he had almost never moved from his position. Firstly, there was no need. This was his world, and the further his divine sense could travel, the further his attack range would be. Secondly, he had to take care of the greatly weakened Anqielle. To be honest, if Anqielle had not been trapped, Han Jin would have immediately thought of a way to return after destroying the Abandoned Land. He would settle this account later. He had just touched upon the true meaning of the great dao, so he needed to immediately go into seclusion to train.
It could also be said that the God of the Underworld had brought this upon himself. He had no reason to be angry, nor was he worthy. Could it be that whoever he wanted to kill would have to obediently wait for death?
At this time, the God of the Underworld, Stia, also made a counterattack. Countless streams of black gas rose from the ground into the sky, like a black rainstorm. They poured into Han Jin's divine sense and crazily drilled into it. The black gas was constantly changing its shape in the vast spiritual waves, faintly showing signs of expanding. It seemed to have an independent consciousness and was as slippery as a fish, always escaping the moment Han Jin was about to catch it.
As the black gas continued to increase, the momentum of Heaven's Will was finally slowed down. Han Jin could almost hear the painful roars of the black gas as it tangled with Heaven's Will.
"So … you, a third-rate god, are nothing more than a demonic person." Han Jin laughed heartily.
Next, Han Jin changed the hand seals and Heaven's Will immediately came to a standstill, starting to slowly revolve in the sky. Under the control of Han Jin, the sea of consciousness, which was originally invisible to the naked eye, unexpectedly showed traces in the sky. An incomparably huge pale white vortex faintly appeared in the sky above the plain of bones.
The speed of Heaven's Will's rotation became faster and faster, and gradually, those vengeful spirits also involuntarily followed it. And under the vortex, countless streams of black gas broke out of the ground and joined in the rotation.
In a short few breaths of time, the huge vortex rotating in the sky above the plain of bones gradually changed. Under the control of Han Jin's divine sense, the whole vortex was divided into two distinct parts.
One half was a pale white full of boundless vitality, and the other half was pitch-black like ink emitting dense deathly aura. The whole sky seemed to have been occupied by this boundless black and white world, and everyone could feel the simple and dense aura assaulting their senses.
Black and white weren't stagnant, but were continuously revolving. The huge Abandoned Land instantly sank into a deathly stillness, and the undead creatures were stunned by the majestic scene before their eyes.
Han Jin unexpectedly used his divine sense to condense an incomparably huge Taiji diagram, and the countless restless vengeful spirits in this black and white world suddenly became incomparably quiet.
At the same time, Sitia's angry roar came from the depths of the Abandoned Land. "Damnit! What did you do?! "
The instant the Taiji diagram took shape, Sitia was alarmed to discover that he had suddenly lost contact with those vengeful spirits. This was simply impossible! The spirits that had been personally transformed by Sitia would be branded with a deep imprint, and by relying on the connection of the imprint, Sitia could manipulate them to do anything, including self-detonation.
In fact, this was the biggest difference between the God of the Underworld and other gods. The most powerful thing about the God of the Underworld was not his own divine realm, but his endless Undead Legion. Toying with those inferior creatures in the palm of his hand was what the God of the Underworld liked to do the most before he fell. It was also because he relied too much on these undead creatures that the God of the Underworld's divinity was successfully taken away by the God of Death.
The moment his divinity was taken away, the boundless pain of his soul being torn apart was still engraved in Sitia's mind. Therefore, he had always been treading on thin ice and had never dared to make any big moves, for fear of attracting his old enemy again. The most important thing was that he, who only had a small piece of divinity fragment, was no longer as glorious as he used to be. Not to mention encountering a god, even if he went up against the Archangel Alpha, Sitia didn't have much of a chance of winning.
Sadly, for countless years, Sitia was still walking the same path as before, concentrating on creating undead creatures. But if Han Jin hadn't appeared, as long as Sitia had enough time, he might really be able to transform several heroes into super powerful beings.
However, human desires were endless, and gods were no exception. What's more, after living in repression for too long, once they erupted, they might become irrational. After learning that the Demon Pool had been completely destroyed, the God of the Underworld, Sitia, became particularly excited. He believed that it was time for a change, and the original laws were no longer applicable to this plane.
However, when the black and white world that shrouded the sky above the Bone Plain suddenly cut off the spiritual connection between him and the undead creatures, Sitia finally had a long-lost feeling, as if the painful scene of the past was about to happen again.
The trembling that came from the depths of his soul stimulated Sitia to the point of madness. Chaotic spiritual waves surged in the sky, but as soon as they got close to the Taiji diagram, these spiritual waves that seemed to carry powerful power would be annihilated in an instant.
"Yin and Yang flow endlessly …!" As Han Jin's clear voice echoed in the sky above the Bone Plain, the whole Taiji diagram expanded several times in an instant, and at the same time began to spin rapidly. The boundary between black and white gradually became unclear, and later, black and white completely merged together, showing a strange scene of flowing and extinguishing. At first glance, the Taiji diagram seemed to have become a huge pitch-black disc, but if one looked carefully, they would find that the disc was actually white, and the black seen before seemed to be an illusion.
The strange changes produced by the Taiji diagram caused the whole abandoned land to become somewhat illusory.
When the Taiji diagram rotated to the extreme, Han Jin shouted, "Chaos reverse, heaven and earth bloom … Open!" The whole Taiji diagram exploded with a bang, turning into countless extremely small particles of dust that scattered down. The vengeful spirits no longer existed, and only specks of soul fire floated in the air.
The next moment, countless specks of soul fire drew out different trajectories, leaving long flaming tails in the air, and flew towards Han Jin like young swallows returning to their nest.
An inexplicable joy suddenly filled the sky. Han Jin allowed these large and small flames to fly towards him, watching them merge into his body. He silently felt the yuan energy in his body soar, and the light emitted by the Invincible Golden Body behind him became even more dazzling.
The feeling of being filled with power did not bring Han Jin the slightest bit of joy. Instead, there was a kind of unbearable heaviness. The moment before the countless vengeful spirits disappeared, that kind of joy, that kind of joy, was all transformed by Han Jin into boundless killing intent.
As if it had sensed Han Jin's undisguised murderous intent, Stya suddenly let out a sharp roar. The entire Abandoned Land suddenly began to shake, and the ground that was made of white bones began to crack. The thick, lead-colored clouds in the sky seemed as if they would fall at any moment. An extremely oppressive atmosphere filled the entire space.
The experts watching the battle did not know the effect of Han Jin's' magic ', but the God of the Underworld, Stia, was incomparably clear. Because of this, he was close to going crazy.
If life and death were opposite sides, then what was the opposite side of the eternal land created by the God of the Underworld, Stia?
It was reincarnation!
As long as they came into contact with the dust floating down from the sky, the terrifying Knight and phantom dragons would fall and fall in droves. It was as if an extremely terrifying infection was spreading rapidly among the undead creatures.
Han Jin had killed many undead creatures before, but he had always used his invincible power to destroy the bodies of the undead creatures, causing the soul fire to lose its support.
However, this gentle and invisible Dao was far more terrifying than the forceful Dao. Including the bodies of the Terror Knights and the Phantom Dragons, all the skeletons within a radius of several thousand meters were rapidly rotting and disintegrating. In the end, the skeletons even turned into fertile soil. Perhaps this transformation would take tens of thousands of years to complete, but in less than ten seconds, the entire world had gone through a cycle of reincarnation.
If it was just killing the undead creatures, Stia would not care at all. But at this moment, the enemy seemed to be transforming his abandoned land. If he did not stop it, he would lose his foundation!
Sensing that the God of the Underworld was about to fight to the death, Han Jin sneered. After several spiritual confrontations, Han Jin had already successfully locked onto Stia's position. His figure suddenly turned into a stream of light and shot into the depths of the abandoned land at an extreme speed.
Dandin and Doreen immediately launched an attack. Several crescent-shaped light blades shot out from the bowstring in Doreen's hand, while Dandin waved his giant axe and shot towards Han Jin like a cannonball.
Before the light blades shot out by Doreen could get close to Han Jin, they disappeared without a trace in the dazzling golden light. Dandin had just raised his arm, but before he could make a chopping motion, Han Jin had already made a gesture and shouted, "Overseer … Seal!"
A rapidly expanding glow appeared in the sky above Danding. It immediately turned into a glowing seal and slammed down on Danding.
The seal covered an area of hundreds of meters. If it was compared to a fly swatter, then Dandin, as a dwarf, was much smaller than a fly. He could not dodge at all and could only watch as his vision was covered by the brilliance.
The next moment, the seal fell straight down and heavily hit the ground. The Bone Plain shook violently. Needless to say, the terrifying Knight who was hit by the seal, the nearby Knights could not help but fly up into the air. Countless broken bones also sputtered crazily, and a tsunami of smoke and dust rolled in all directions. A hole of hundreds of meters in diameter was left on the ground. The moment the seal disappeared, the surrounding bones rolled inwards and buried Dandin, who was unknown whether he was alive or dead.
Doreen was still releasing crescent-shaped light blades. Logically speaking, when she saw Dandin's fate, she should immediately retreat and continue to attack Han Jin. But Han Jin ignored Doreen and continued to fly forward.
This was the use of reputation. Although Dandin was one of the four heroes, he had used despicable means to kill Abraham and Doreen, which made him notorious. Such a guy was certainly not worthy of sympathy. But Doreen was a little special. Han Jin had other ideas in mind, so he did not specifically attack Doreen.
Everything in the Abandoned Land was within Dandin's perception. Looking at Han Jin's cold smile, Dandin's heart trembled for no reason. He could not tell why, but he knew that the time to choose between life and death had come!
Dandin recited an obscure spell, and the Abandoned Land shook even more violently. At this moment, what Dandin needed the most was time. As long as he was given a few more minutes, he would be able to complete the spell. However, in the face of Han Jin's amazing speed, Dandin's small wish was doomed to fail.
After a few breaths, a tall altar appeared in front of Han Jin's eyes, but to his surprise, there was only a figure sitting on a throne on the altar. Han Jin was sure that the violent mental fluctuations just now came from here.
Before Han Jin arrived, he once again launched his divine sense.
The figure issued a harsh scream, and countless ripples appeared in the air, intercepting the mental storm released by Han Jin. What was even more strange was that if one listened carefully, one could hear that the scream was composed of two different voices.
At this moment, Han Jin naturally had no time to think about this. He only knew that he had to kill the guy on the throne, regardless of whether he was a human or a god.
Although the mental storm released by Han Jin was blocked by the ripples in the air, he obviously had the advantage. The fluctuations were like bubbles in front of the mental storm. However, Han Jin also felt a little strange. The figure did not seem to have any other means of attack. He was just desperately releasing mental attacks one after another.
Wisps of black mist rose from the ruins of the altar and condensed into a figure that was nearly a hundred meters tall. The true face of the figure could not be seen under the shroud of the mist. Only a deafening sound that was loud enough to tear one's eardrums could be heard. "Damn it! You actually forced me to use the power of my origin! "
(My grandmother is critically ill. She is already an old woman in her eighties. Although I am somewhat prepared, I still can't accept it. My younger brother will go tomorrow, and I may leave in the morning of the day after tomorrow. I will ask for leave in advance. I hope everyone can forgive me. PS: I won't miss tomorrow's update.) (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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