Chapter 547 True Devil's Palace

At this time, Fuyi suddenly felt dark around him. Under the bright sun, the surroundings suddenly turned dark without a trace of sunshine, as if he had come to the desolate void for a moment. He frowned and said three words faintly in his heart, "Dark day?" At the same time, his body stopped and looked at the extremely strong black in front of him, which was still light.

"It's a little rude to say hello to the old man."

In the darkness, a tall, black old man appeared in front of the cloth. The old man, except for his skin color, was all black. In the depths, it seemed more and more dark. On him, he exuded a strong dark breath, as if he were the source of darkness. In this dark world, it seems that all the rules are invalid, only darkness.

However, although in this darkness, his figure is so clear that the cloth clothes can see clearly.

Bu Yi has seen this person, but he felt the strong darkness in the air and the infinite pressure from the darkness. He also knew who the old man in front of him was. He looked at the black in front of him and said lightly without any emotion. "Chen Dazun is serious. Bu Yi came here not really, but unintentional. Naturally Don't disturb the suzerain."

The dark breath became heavier and heavier, and Xing Dazun was still so deep, and his tone was very confident, "That's coming. Since he's here, he's the guest. Why don't you want to see him? I want to invite the venerable cloth to go to the True Demon Sect, but I don't know if I want to go?" As soon as this came out, the pressure around the cloth suddenly increased, and the endless darkness squeezed in from all directions, as if there was infinite horror.

Xing Dazun looked at the cloth clothes, and his face was full of solemnity. As one of the top masters in the world, he didn't care very much at first. After such a long time, he didn't pay attention to it, because no matter how deep the darkness was, he could finally break through the body of the cloth clothes. The thin cloth seemed to be infinitely profound. Secret, I can't see through it no matter how I look at it. The darkness falls on it, like a breeze. It can only lift the corners of my clothes and can no longer make any more.

The cloth also dares not neglect. He is highly concentrated and exerts all his gains in the past month. It seems to be leisurely. In fact, he has made the greatest resistance. The thick darkness is not mana, but rules. There is no mana here, only the collision of rules. If you are not careful, the darkness will be completely If you swallow him up, you won't even leave a little scum behind.

This criminal master is really an identity. He is the contemporary patriarch of the True Demon Sect. He practices the dark sky in the magic sect. He is full of dark magic power and is extremely pure. This hand of rule control is simply the peak, completely transforming all the rules around him into dark laws. This ability is not what ordinary people can do. Enough to make it.

He took a look at Xing Dazun and only answered two words, "I don't want to."

In the dark, Xing Dazun's figure gradually disappeared, and only one voice resounded throughout the world. "Then I have to be an evil master. Please be cloth-clothed venerable!"

The invisible dark power suddenly broke out, and in front of the cloth, the darkness became deeper. The endless darkness, as if full of a huge beast, suddenly slapped at him. It was endless. If it was occupied by this darkness, the whole person in the cloth would turn into darkness and die forever.

He suddenly snorted coldly, and the cloth on his body moved without wind. In his eyes, a purple gradually began to emit light. This bright light seemed to be very weak, but in this darkness, it lit up one side. The purple light passed, and all the darkness retreated and returned to the original. In the space, the cloth's face turned white, and the next step stepped out. The whole person seemed to move forward like a dream. However, the purple light can only illuminate part of the eyes, and the darkness is still everywhere.

The cloth's face is getting whiter and whiter, and faster, but the black in front of him is still unchanged. He can even feel that the darkness is endless, which makes people full of despair, hesitation and confusion. If he stays here for a long time, he doesn't even know whether he can be assimilated by this darkness.

"It's worthy of being a group of masters. As soon as you take action, you will be so powerless." Bu Yi's heart was shocked. Originally, he thought that when his cultivation reached his level, even if he was unable to compete for the peak, he could escape calmly. Now it seems that he is really naive. This suzerain of the real demon sect can't take any move. This is the gap!

Leidao Zitong not only has the ability to break everything, but also has the original ability, that is, to restore the rules of other people's wanton manipulation, make it return to the original, and re-realize. However, it is more mind-consuming and mana power, to support a quarter of an hour, and the cloth feels like it has passed. For centuries, no matter how you go, you can't get out of this darkness. Although purple light can illuminate the sky, when there is darkness in all directions, the role of this sky is negligible. His face was paler, but his consciousness was more concentrated under such oppression.

He understands that the master of the godhood generally does not feel the rules, because it is not meaningful at all. It is always enough to defeat others in the rules. Only by killing the soul and body of the other party is the most fundamental victory. If you use the rules to oppress others, there is only a certain gap in strength. Only then dare to take this big risk. After all, everyone studies different rules, and it is difficult to beat others in rules. Just like you study arrays and he studies runes. There is no comparison between the two and belong to different fields.

But when you understand the rules to a certain extent, you can directly oppress others, just like now.

Xing Dazun was also very shocked at this time. He has been practicing Taoism for more than 500 years, and his understanding of darkness has reached the level of looking directly at the source. Now, he can't pick up a little guy who has just started. No one believes it.

Standing high in the sky, he showed all his strength and could only temporarily trap the cloth clothes.

Thinking of this, he laughed at himself and decided to use the treasure.

Ninety-eight dark flags hit the surrounding void. After chanting a few spells, endless magic came out and covered the whole world. After all this, he pinched his secret and an invisible fluctuation emanated. This darkness suddenly disappeared in place and appeared in four or five thousand miles. On the top of the mountain outside, the mountain is not so spectacular and not much fresh and pleasant. Instead, with a strong dark color, the magic spirit rises from the ground, and even hundreds of miles is gloomy. In the air, the magic spirit is full of endless killing and despair.

When this darkness appeared here, the magic in the air seemed to be pulled by the darkness and devoted itself to the darkness.

The cloth did not feel anything. He only felt that the space shook, and then the darkness became stronger. This time, it was not the power of pure rules, and there was also a strong dark mana that penetrated in. At the moment, his heart was shocked. He stretched out a little and collected these magic spirits to his fingertips. After a little check, his face immediately changed greatly. The purple light of the Leidao purple pupil spell immediately faded and returned to its previous appearance.

"Jing Dazun is really a good means. Now that you have arrived at your territory, let's go back to the guest!"

Xing Dazun's voice sounded again, "I am waiting for you in the Dark Temple." Come on, the darkness in the air disappeared in an instant, revealing the real space.

His vision returned to normal, and the cloth turned his head and slowly circled around. His pale face began to gradually recover. He sighed and flew to the mountains.

This mountain is not spectacular, the height is not high, and even some are very low. There are countless holes on the ground, as if there are endless depths leading to the unknown. In these holes, there is a strong magic, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable. Some of them are not like holes, but huge cracks that are thousands of feet deep, which look extremely horrible. There are also many voids in the mountain, emitting infinite magic gas. These magic gases rushed into the sky and filled the whole world, which looked very horrible.

"The power of nature is really unpredictable!" After seeing the abyss of Wuzhou and seeing the mountain of the real demon sect again, Bu Yi once again felt that there were infinite unknowns between heaven and earth, waiting for himself to find out.

Buyi is not afraid of magic qi. The skills he practiced can absorb all vitality and integrate into the mana. He does not feel the horror of these magic qi. Instead, it can restore some mana.

In the mountains, there is only a huge palace, standing at the top of the peak, and the scale is not very large. This does not mean that there is no one in the True Demon Sect, but that they do not pay attention to the development of the sect. In the void in these mountains, the cloth clothes can feel a lot of breath. Every breath is a person. The number is very large, and I felt it roughly, about 40,000 to 50,000.

The number of real sects is generally not small. In such a large Kyushu, you can always find talents suitable for monies. The number of general sects is about 40,000 to 50,000, which is large, or even millions. However, there are generally not many people in the general sect. Those disciples are distributed all over Kyushu, which can There are such powerful rules.

With a flash, the cloth clothes arrived at the door of the palace. The palace is very simple. There is only one statue dedicated to the door, which is the most powerful dark god in ancient times, but it has already fallen. In the back, there is a very ordinary hall. Above the hall, there are a few big words written by dragons and phoenixes.

"True Devil's Palace."