Yu Sha

Almost at the moment when his mind was alerted and the cold wind swept over him, Uncle Shang narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was a clear look of surprise on his face, and when he saw the squirming insect with its front end covered with tentacles, he subconsciously showed an expression of discomfort because of its ferocious appearance.

It was as if he had seen something far beyond his imagination.

Of course, the image of the bug itself is indeed a little weird. Coupled with the environment it is in, the strands of hair itself mixed with blood into a muddy cave, and the three are still huge from a more distant perspective. The first lion.

Precisely because of this, in Uncle Shang's slightly narrowed eyes, the old farmer's deep eyes were filled with a torrent of almost gilded divine flowers that flowed through the entire scene.

He was clearly standing on the same spot, not moving. From his body shape to his expression to his energy, it was clear that there was no change from the previous moment. But at this moment, anyone who looked at it could clearly see that Uncle Shang was The state of readiness has been fully revealed.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

That kind of crazy mental warning never abated, and the chill became worse with each breath.

But from beginning to end, apart from the still-circling storm itself, it seemed as if time had stopped on them.

No one moved, no one changed at all.

Those thousands of eyes were looking at each other for a long time through a crack that seemed to be formed by the intertwining power of Sumeru, a door that seemed to be both virtual and real and did not exist.

More than ten breaths, dozens of breaths, more than a hundred breaths, hundreds of breaths...

Finally, a long time passed, and as the black storm conveyed the extreme cold itself, a smoke and dust suddenly rose up, along with the cracks formed by the power of Sumeru, the original cave illuminated The door to a strange and bizarre world suddenly changed from clear to hazy in a flash.

The Sumeru crack itself began to collapse.

The black storm began to become more violent due to this collapse itself. Uncle Shang could see that the floating door, which was both virtual and real, was accompanied by its own collapse and the "shrinking" of its cracks. The power of Sumeru, as fine as a hair, began to disperse in the storm.

But at the same time, Uncle Shang could also feel that this collapse itself actually proved that the bizarre world was real.

At this moment, wisps of dim yellow spiritual light "infiltrated" from the filthy torrent into the world in front of him along with the collapse of the door itself.

The dim yellow color itself is changing, part of it suddenly turns around, the color becomes darker, and suddenly it becomes indistinguishable from the black storm itself.

Another part suddenly began to become lighter and lighter, and its color gradually became lighter and lighter. Finally, it seemed that even its own aura had faded away in an invisible and formless manner.

It was not because of the superb pupil skills controlled by the great monks in the Golden Core Realm. Uncle Shang was even unable to distinguish the emergence of these new powers of Sumeru for a while.

Therefore, even though he was facing off against the strange and strange insect in the air, Uncle Shang still subconsciously looked at the strange changes that unfolded from the collapse of the door to the entire black storm.

Is this some truth and essence of the birth of Sumeru World Wind in this world?

Its fierce and turbulent momentum opened the door to a strange world, and then the power drawn and diffused by the collapse of this door itself made its fierce and turbulent momentum itself become more and more intense.

This sounds like a story about a chicken laying an egg and then an egg laying a chicken, with endless descendants.

It may not be possible to trace back to the origin, but Uncle Shang is certain that what he witnessed is an important part of the evolution of the Sumeru world wind in its long-term existence.

Even at this moment, Shang Boyou still had time to think about it. Perhaps it was precisely because of the Xumi Realm wind lingering here for a long time that it caused the decline and desolation of the ancestral home of the Demon Clan.

But Xu Shiyou still had some good luck this time.

It's just a confrontation in the air. With the infiltration of the dim yellow spiritual light, you can see that in the process of continuous collapse, the Sumeru Gate itself will be completely eliminated invisible in a few breaths, and the world will be wiped out. The connection with that bizarre world is cut off.

Everything is just a near miss.

It's not that Uncle Shang doesn't have confidence in his own Tao and Dharma, but in fact, in an unfamiliar area and facing unfamiliar things, no amount of caution and vigilance can be exaggerated. The best result is to not take action.

It was at this moment that Uncle Shang breathed a sigh of relief almost subconsciously.

Suddenly, the fierce and turbulent black storm stopped for a moment in front of Uncle Shang.

Then, in the next moment, the black storm mixed with the power of Sumeru suddenly appeared in the entanglement, revealing a mysterious figure that covered the sky and the sun.

The twisted shape of the storm is its long and narrow body.

There were traces of Sumeru threads protruding from the storm, which were the tentacles swaying in the wind.

It was the reflection of the evil and strange figure separated by the Xumi door.

And in the next moment, when Uncle Shang's tightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened with anger, in an instant, the squirming body entangled in the storm began to collapse on its own.

In the process of collapse, the black storm itself and the power of Sumeru had a very real overlap at this moment, and then, a certain dim yellow light shone in front of Uncle Shang.

Those auras themselves, wrapped around the Sumeru power that has not yet dissipated together, are transformed into tentacles, just like chains of pure evil spirit light one after another, and they are transformed into a piece of paper while intertwining and penetrating each other. A dense network of spiritual light.

When all the changes arrived here, they still seemed extremely strange.

Between the intertwined spiritual light chains, the miserable seal patterns carrying Tao and Dharma are clearly revealed, but the splicing of these seal patterns with each other seems to be unreasonable.

It seems that the previous line of writing is still showing "donkey lips", and the next line of writing has already written "horse mouth". Therefore, in the flash of splicing of these fragmentary seal patterns, it itself collapsed first. , but in this process of collapse, more and more seal fragments are intertwined with each other.

If you look carefully, you will see that there is not a large network of spiritual light in the flickering of the spiritual light. Instead, when the waves are surging, there are pupils appearing one after another.

Furthermore, along with the discordant collapse itself, it was like the pupils of the eyes were cracking, and then, some kind of hazy-colored blood flowed from them.

There is no such thing as the harmony of Tao and Dharma.

But at this moment, whoever looks at it, the evil look in the eyes, and even the violent power contained in its collapse itself, seem to be some innate characteristics of the overlapping seal pattern formation.

The implication of supreme killing is so clear and terrifying!

At this time, Uncle Shang seemed to have seen something incredible, and he seemed to want to cry out because of this incredible thing.

But the urgency in this flash of light finally made him fall silent.

Immediately afterwards, the majestic energy of energy literally rose into the sky from Uncle Shang's body.

In just an instant, Uncle Shang was standing on the same spot, stepping on the Gang and fighting, and he had already formed seals one after another, and struck them horizontally in mid-air.

Then, the moment when the immeasurable divine energy shined through Uncle Shang's body, it seemed like an invisible Sumeru Realm opened from behind Uncle Shang, and then a torrent of magic power poured out, and in an instant, He caught up with Uncle Shang's seals one after another.

When I looked again, the aura of time flourished, and illusory and hazy images spread out from the aura. Then, those appearances turned from illusory to real, and then wrapped around the aura itself, illuminating the colorful holes. The precious light, lingering under the reflection of the gilded divine flower, suddenly turned into a real supreme magic formation, heading straight towards the dim yellow demon-killing formation.

When I looked carefully, in the dazzling aura of the supreme magic circle, there were twenty-eight flags flashing one after another. On the flags, there were demon-like seals and talismans of the Way of the Stars alternating with each other. Emerging, the ethereal shape of the Twenty-Eight Constellations is depicted.

It seemed like it was just a flash of Shang Bo's own magic power.

Or maybe he has cultivated the supreme magic weapon itself to an immeasurable level, making it truly both virtual and real, yet mysterious and unpredictable.

The next moment, after the magic circle of the same supreme level resisted the killing thought itself, the hole light itself of this magic circle no longer posed any threat.

Uncle Shang didn't even need to take action anymore, and the killing array with thousands of overlapping eyes collapsed on its own.

It seemed like the end of a ray of life.

In an instant, the dim yellow "blood stain" flowed out from the void.

On the contrary, at this moment, Uncle Shang's expression changed drastically.

His expression was even more ugly than when he faced the killing array just now.

When the time came, Uncle Shang's hand rose and fell again.

At the same time, his spiritual thoughts slashed down like a knife. At the same time, the torrent of mana poured out was cut off by Shang Bo.

When he looked again, the twenty-eight constellations magic circle, which was increasingly stained with faint yellow blood, began to collapse on its own because it lost the support of Uncle Shang.

The colorful spiritual light evolves towards its dim yellow color in one breath.

All the harmonious Taoist seal patterns and spells were destroyed in it, and along with it, the illuminated magic weapon itself also had a brief moment of mourning, and then without waiting for this kind of halo and collapse to continue, the treasure weapon would Suddenly it turned from real to virtual, and finally turned into pure mana, and then was quickly dyed into a hazy yellow color.

That spreading tendency still continues, as if it wants to continue to trace back to Shang Bo through the interweaving and resonance of Tao and Dharma.

It's just that the old farmer had already been prepared. The divine thought slashed down, not only cutting off the connection between Qi and Qi, but even cutting off the connection between its essence and roots in a more ethereal realm.

That is no longer the magic power revealed by Uncle Shang.

Even because of this, the strong aura of the old farmer's body was slightly reduced.

But it is precisely because of this that within a few breaths, the dim yellow-colored "thread" of spiritual light that is constantly beating, along with that kind of continuous tendency, keeps beating and is sensed through the air, and then to no avail. Finally, the thread finally collapsed on its own.

Just like the scene that the old farmer had just seen, the dim yellow light began to separate on its own.

Part of it turned into a black storm, and part of it turned into the formless power of Sumeru.

However, as the shocking change in this short period of time passed, the Xumi door that was penetrated by the black storm was completely destroyed and closed, and there was no trace.

On the spot, Uncle Shang finally breathed a sigh of relief, then jumped back to the carriage.

This time, there was no need for Uncle Shang to remind him that all six demon horses were silent.

Instead, at this moment, the sound of turning pages in the carriage suddenly stopped, followed immediately by the voice of a young man.

"Uncle Shang——"