novellk Chapter 1544 Desperate Situation
Chapter 1544 Desperate Situation
Chapter 1544 Desperate Situation
The blood-red sky hung low, like a giant upside-down pot, covering the entire Yongyu Forbidden Land.
Above the sky, nine blood-red setting suns were madly spewing out black smoke, and every pulse caused ripples in the space.
Nearly a hundred peak Nine-transformation Immortal Emperors surged out of the blood-colored mist like a black tide. The evil spirit emanating from their bodies condensed into substantial black light, rushing straight into the sky, making the blood-colored setting sun in the sky even more eerie.
Su Qingyan stood in front of the team, her beautiful face covered with a light layer of frost.
She gently raised the jade flute, slightly parted her cherry lips, and an ethereal yet sharp melody flowed out from the flute.
Thousands of sound waves turned into blue ripples and spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the ripples, the patterns of the law of wind were clearly visible, like countless tiny wind blades spinning at high speed.
At the moment of colliding with the oncoming blood-red giant palm, the green ripples burst into a piercing scream, and the blood-red giant palm shattered into pieces, turning into a blood rain all over the sky.
However, the sound waves also dissipated completely in this violent collision. Su Qingyan only felt a powerful recoil force coming along the jade flute, which made her blood surge and her face turned pale in an instant.
What frightened her even more was that the blood crystals condensed on the jade flute were wriggling more violently, as if they would break out of the flute at any time.
The blue-black flames around Yan Yang Jun suddenly exploded, forming a huge flame field.
He roared, and the flames around his body transformed into a fire dragon ten thousand feet high that soared into the sky.
The fire dragon's body is wrapped in the domineering law of fire, and every scale is burning fiercely, making crackling sounds.
Faced with the densely packed dark green light beams, the fire dragon roared and rushed forward. Its huge mouth suddenly opened and it swallowed several light beams into its stomach.
Then, the fire dragon's body suddenly expanded, and with a loud "bang", flames shot out in all directions, forming a huge fireball that illuminated the surrounding space red.
However, more dark green light beams came one after another like locusts, and Lord Yan Yang could only continuously activate the fire law in his body to form indestructible walls of fire in front of him.
The dark blue flames looked particularly dazzling under the blood-red sky, like a burning galaxy, but the trace of fatigue that was difficult to conceal in the flames exposed his current state.
The fat Taoist still had a playful smile on his face. He shook the fragment of the emperor's coffin in his hand, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
"It's time to get to work!"
He growled and threw the fragments into the air.
The fragments spun rapidly in the air, making a buzzing sound, and instantly grew into the shadow of a thousand-foot-long black coffin lid.
The mysterious runes on the coffin lid flickered with a faint green light, and each rune was like a sleeping ancient god, emitting a terrifying pressure that could suppress people for eternity.
When a group of strong men from the forbidden area in front saw this, their faces changed drastically, and the old man in the lead quickly offered up an ancient shield.
The shield was engraved with intricate defensive runes, and gave off an aura as heavy as a mountain. However, under the pressure of the phantom of the coffin lid, the shield was like paper, and shattered into powder with a "crack".
The old man and several powerful men around him didn't even have time to scream before they were covered by the shadow of the coffin lid. After a moment, only a pool of smelly black slurry was left, emitting a disgusting odor.
Seeing this, the fat Taoist priest was unwilling to be left behind.
He straightened his disheveled Taoist robe, put the Wanhun Kusha Flute to his lips and blew it hard.
A low, eerie flute sound was heard, and it seemed to come from the Netherworld, filled with hatred, sorrow and madness.
As the sound of the flute sounded, the surrounding space began to vibrate violently, countless tiny cracks appeared out of thin air, and countless illusory human faces emerged from the cracks.
These people's faces were twisted and painful, and with endless resentment, they pounced towards the nearest few powerful people in the forbidden area.
These powerful men were none other than the fellow disciples of the skinny old woman who had previously performed the Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Technique. They were good at controlling souls, but at this moment they were thrown into a state of panic by these human face-drawn phantoms.
They frantically formed seals, trying to summon souls to resist, but were horrified to find that these human-faced phantoms ignored any defense and directly penetrated their bodies and entered their souls.
In an instant, shrill screams resounded through heaven and earth, and the bodies of several strong men quickly withered and dissipated, eventually turning into a handful of ashes and blown away by the wind.
The nine great gods arranged themselves into a nine-square formation with solemn expressions. The powerful aura emanating from their bodies were faintly connected, forming an indestructible barrier.
The Great Lord gave an order, "Nine Heavens and Stars, all things return to their origin!"
Nine golden altars slowly rose from the void and hovered above the nine heavens.
Countless phantoms of stars flew out from the altar and gathered into a galaxy spanning billions of miles.
In the galaxy, the sun and the moon shine together, and the stars twinkle. Each star contains terrifying power of laws and exudes vast and boundless pressure.
Following the Great God's gesture, a spear of light composed of billions of stars condensed in the galaxy.
The spear of light emitted a dazzling light. Wherever it passed, the space was annihilated and the air made a violent explosion, as if the whole world was shaking.
An old man from the forbidden land who was at the peak of the 'Nine Revolutions Immortal Emperor' realm was confident of his great strength and waved the broken sword in his hand to try to block the light spear, but with a light "puff" sound, the broken sword was cut off by the light spear like tofu, and the old man himself was pierced by the light spear, turning into a ball of golden blood mist and dissipating between heaven and earth.
However, the number of strong men in the forbidden area was too large, with nearly a hundred peak Nine-transformation Immortal Emperors, like a black tide, surging in endless waves.
In addition, with thirteen half-step 'Ten-turn Immortal Emperor' warriors watching closely and launching fatal attacks from time to time, Su Qingyan and others gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Su Qingyan's jade flute was already covered with fine cracks, and it was extremely difficult to play it every time, and the power of the sound waves was much less than before; the blue-black flame of Lord Yan Yang became dim, and the roar of the fire dragon also lost its former power, as if it would be extinguished at any time; the fragments of the emperor's coffin of the fat Taoist priest were dim, and each time it was used, it took a longer time to recover, and the power was greatly reduced; an obvious gap appeared on the Wanhun Kusha flute of the fat Taoist priest, and the sound of the flute was mixed with a hint of hoarseness, and it could no longer produce the breathtaking sound waves before.
On the other side, the old man in the dark yellow robe roared angrily, and the blood-colored lotus pedestals around him bloomed wildly. Countless arms of resentful souls stretched out from the lotus pedestals and wrapped around his body, emitting a soul-shaking aura.
Holding a blood-red sword, he rushed towards Wang Xian as fast as lightning, leaving a blood-red afterimage in the air.
"Boy, you dare to insult me like this, today I will grind you to dust and destroy your soul!"
His voice was filled with endless anger and murderous intent. The strange runes on the blood-red sword flashed with a weird red light and emitted a strong smell of blood, as if craving for the nourishment of blood.
Wang Xian's eyes focused, and his aura suddenly surged. A vast aura of chaos spread from his body, instantly covering the entire battlefield.
He waved his right hand, and a pitch-black spear appeared in his hand. A lifelike dragon was coiled on the spear. It was the Emperor Dragon Spear.
The Emperor Dragon Spear exuded a powerful pressure, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the old man in the dark yellow robe, "Old man, do you think you are worthy of being so presumptuous in front of me?"
Wang Xian snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain. He held the Emperor Dragon Spear in his hand, stepped forward, and shot out like an arrow, stabbing at the old man in the black and yellow robe.
The Emperor Dragon Spear cut through the sky with an unparalleled sharp spear light. Wherever it passed, the space shattered into pieces, leaving behind a black space crack.
The old man in the dark yellow robe swung his blood-red sword to block. There was a loud "clang" and sparks flew everywhere, blooming in the air like fireworks.
Wang Xian only felt his arm tremble slightly, and a powerful recoil force came, and the old man in the black and yellow robe was shocked and took several steps back, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"It's interesting, but it's not enough, far from enough!"
The old man in the dark yellow robe roared and swung the blood-red sword again, which turned into blood-red streaks and swept towards Wang Xian like a violent storm.
Wang Xian did not dodge or evade. The Emperor Dragon Spear spun rapidly in his hand, forming a black spear wheel that blocked all the blood-colored streaks.
As the gun wheel rotated, it made a humming sound, and the powerful airflow caused chaos in the surrounding space.
At the same time, the laws of space around Wang Xian began to operate, and the space around the old man in the dark yellow robe instantly became sticky, as if it was trapped in an endless quagmire, and every movement became extremely slow.
"Space Confinement!"
Wang Xian shouted in a low voice, and the old man in the dark yellow robe felt his body stagnate, as if he was bound by invisible shackles and could not move.
"Back in time!"
Wang Xian then activated the law of time, and a mysterious force enveloped the old man in the dark yellow robe.
The old man in the dark yellow robe was horrified to find that his aura was actually starting to become younger, and the wrinkles on his face were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if time was going backwards.
He was horrified and quickly mobilized the power of his own laws to resist. The blood-colored energy in his body surged wildly, and he barely managed to stabilize his body and stop continuing to get younger.
"You actually mastered the laws of time and space?"
The old man in the yellow robe had shock and disbelief in his eyes. "But this is not enough to defeat me, not even close!"
The old man in the dark yellow robe roared, and the blood-red light around him became brighter, like a huge blood-red sun.
Countless blood-colored runes flew out of his body and merged into the blood-colored sword in his hand.
The blood-red sword suddenly expanded in size and turned into a blood-red giant sword a thousand feet long. The sword body was covered with hideous patterns, exuding a devastating power.
"Blood sacrifice to the world!"
The old man in the dark yellow robe roared, wielding a huge blood-red sword and slashing towards Wang Xian.
Wherever the blood-red giant sword passed, space collapsed and time became disordered, as if the entire world was about to be cut off by this sword, and only a blood-red light remained between heaven and earth.
Wang Xian's eyes were solemn, knowing that the power of this attack was extraordinary.
He took a deep breath, and the chaotic energy in his body began to circulate wildly. The shadow of the Emperor Dragon on the Emperor Dragon Spear shook violently, and let out a deafening dragon roar, as if trying to break free from the constraints of the spear.
"Thunder!"
Wang Xian roared, and just as he finished speaking, countless purple lightning bolts fell from the sky, like giant purple dragons, entwining around the Emperor Dragon Spear to form a huge thunder dragon.
The Thunder Dragon roared, lightning flashed around its body, and it made crackling sounds. The powerful electric current distorted the surrounding space.
"Space is broken!"
Wang Xian activated the law of space again, and the space around the Emperor Dragon Spear shattered instantly, forming a huge space vortex. Inside the vortex, it was pitch black, as if it could swallow everything.
"Time stands still!"
Finally, Wang Xian activated the law of time, and an even more powerful force of time enveloped the old man in the black and yellow robe. The time around the old man in the black and yellow robe stopped instantly, and the speed of the blood-colored giant sword also became incomparably slow, as if it was solidified in the air.
"Emperor Dragon destroys the world!"
Wang Xian seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, holding the Emperor Dragon Spear, accompanied by the Thunder Dragon and the Space Vortex, and stabbed at the blood-colored giant sword with the force of thunder.
"boom--!"
There was a loud earth-shaking noise, as if the world was just created. The entire Yongyu Forbidden Land was shaking violently, and the blood-red setting sun in the sky was dimmed.
The blood-red giant sword shattered into pieces under the attack of the Emperor Dragon Spear, turning into blood light all over the sky.
The old man in the dark yellow robe screamed and was blown away like a kite with a broken string. A large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining his dark yellow robe red.
His breath became weak and his eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness.
While Wang Xian was fighting the old man in the yellow robe, the situation of Su Qingyan and others became more difficult.
The strong men from the forbidden land kept pouring in like a tide, their numbers were increasing, and their strength was getting stronger and stronger.
What made them even more desperate was that several powerful treasures flew out from the depths of the forbidden area to compete with the fragments of the Emperor's Burial Coffin and the Ten Thousand Souls' Crying Flute of the Fat Taoist Priest and the Little Fat Taoist Priest.
A banner emitting endless black energy fluttered in the wind, and it actually offset the suppressive power of the fragments of the Emperor's Burial Coffin; a mirror that could absorb soul energy was suspended in the air, absorbing all the sound waves of the Ten Thousand Souls' Crying Flute. The two treasures could no longer produce their due effects, and their power was greatly reduced.
"It's time to leave!"
Su Qingyan's beautiful face looked like a broken ice sculpture under the blood-red light. The cracks on the jade flute in her hand had spread like a spider web to the end of the flute. Every time she played it, blue-black blood foam overflowed from the holes of the flute, leaving glaring marks on her cherry lips.
When another sound wave collided with the blood-colored giant palm, the jade flute made an unbearable "crack" sound, and the ripple-shaped wind blade law collapsed inch by inch in the blood-colored energy. The recoil force exploded along the meridians, making her throat sweet, and the blood mist that was sprayed out condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air.
What frightened her even more was that the blood crystal on the jade flute was wriggling madly, as if countless vengeful spirits were trying to break through the constraints of the object and penetrate into her soul.
The blue-black flames around Yan Yang Jun's body had shrunk to three inches above his body surface, and the flames flickered like a candle in the wind. Every sway was accompanied by a dull sound of dislocated bones.
Just now, in order to resist the annihilation sword light of the half-step 'Ten Revolutions Immortal Emperor', he forcefully resisted with the flame field. At this moment, the severe pain from the broken ribs made it almost impossible for him to breathe. He could only rely on the brute force of burning his origin to stay standing.