Chapter 330: The Imless Hell

When the Marquis of Dingguo displayed the soul-eating spirit fist and was ready to devour Shen Chong's soul, the other side was not idle. The mana was strengthened on the isolated island in the lake and tug the river. In a loud noise, the whole isolated island had been uprooted and soared to the sky.

Under the package of manpower, the isolated islands in the lake continue to shrink, the mountains and rocks collapse, and the vegetation wither, turning into a wisp of vitality. The Marquis of Dingguo has begun to refine it.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Like the sound of a snail, the sky and the earth change.

In the storm generated by the soul-eating god fist, Shen Chong has been completely trapped, and even the operation of mana is extremely difficult. If it hadn't been for the protection of heaven and earth, I'm afraid that he would be torn up and swallowed up by the storm in an instant.

Just as Shen Chong was struggling and preparing to start to fight hard, the mutation suddenly rose, and the island seemed to suddenly come alive and began to tremble violently. A deep sound of dragon singing rushed out from the isolated island in the lake.

This dragon chant is different from the sound killing technique made by the Mo Jiaolong. It is not an attack magic power, but purely a spiritual pressure, a frightening mind, and makes people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts. It is the ancient dragon roaring, as if this ancient mythical beast wants to be resurrected.

With the sound of the dragon, an old idea rushed out:

"Who dares to disturb my long sleep? Who dares to refine the body of my Tianlong family."

This idea is integrated into a huge dragon head, which is several times larger than the isolated island in the lake. It swallows all the space within a few miles, and suddenly turns into pure darkness.

"It's just a wisp of will left by the ancient dragon, and you dare to make a mess, break it!"

Ding Guohou's face changed slightly, which was obviously beyond his expectation, but he was not afraid at all. His whole body shone with purple and gold brilliance, and his palms were turned over. A magic weapon-level sword had appeared in the palm. The knife was sharp, the void shattered, and cut through the sky. A knife light penetrated into the boundless darkness, as if to make the darkness The space is cut off with a knife.

The old voice sounded again: "Darkness is my field. As long as I am in the dark, I am an immortal existence. Heaven and earth will sink in the dark, and your body will also fall, and the soul will become my nourishment. Let's sink. Heaven and earth are trembling for you."

In the old singing, the dark world began to tremble, and the open void healed in an instant. The silence around, as if there was nothing, but it was murderous and dangerous.

"Your soul will become my sacrifice, and your body will become the container of my rebirth. Calmble, humble race, welcome the resurrection of my Mo Tianlong."

The old idea almost condensed into an entity, and a trace of nothingness came out of the darkness and entangled around the Marquis of the Kingdom.

"I want to take away my body, delusional!" The Marquis of Dingguo shouted loudly, and his whole body soared. The knife in his hand burst out and directly penetrated dozens of miles of void.

"Haoqi Baoguang, the knife method is infinite, Panran Haoyi knife, go!" The silver-white knife light shrouded the four poles and eight directions, drawing out a dense knife gas and strangling out.

In the whirlpool of the soul-eating god fist, Shen Chong's pressure suddenly lightened. He also saw the boundless darkness. Ding Guohou continuously performed several magical martial arts skills to cooperate with the knife light that had cut the sky open, but he could only push back those old ideas back and could not break through the dark field.

The ancient Tianlong is already a holy emperor-level strongman in the broken realm. Even if there is only a trace of intention left, it can gather the field. However, this field is not complete. After all, this Tianlong is dead, and even its body has turned into an island. A wisp of idea cannot last for a long time.

Ding Guohou Dingran also saw this, so he did not work hard, but constantly consumed the power of this mind and was ready for a fatal blow at any time.

Shen Chong is not in a hurry to break through the storm of Soul Eater Fist at this time, otherwise he will definitely be pulled into the struggle between two powerful existences and fall into a greater crisis.

Hum...

Suddenly, Shen Chong felt a shock from the sea of knowledge. The dragon soul coiled around the dragon soul beads also changed. A quiet and serene breath rippled, and under the warmth of the dragon soul beads, a pure white dragon shadow appeared.

This dragon shadow is filled with a pure and holy light, without a trace of ferocity, without the cause and effect of the earth, as if it has been sanctified.

What's wrong with this dragon shadow? Shen Chong can feel that it is incompatible with the fierce consciousness outside, but it is inextricably linked. It seems to be derived from each other, but it is constantly fighting against each other.

Suddenly, the fierce consciousness found the existence of Shen Chong, and immediately separated a divine idea and hit it. The pure white dragon shadow in Shen Chong's sea also raised his head and whispered, flying out of the air, and the two consciousnesses collided fiercely.

Although it was just a collision of consciousness, even the Marquis of Dingguo not far away did not notice the abnormality, but Shen Chong's perception seemed to be a shocking wave. The black and white light flashed, and the consciousness had left the body and was involved in a huge whirlpool.

When his consciousness was restored to Qingming, Shen Chong felt that he was wrapped in an inexplicable force and could not move. Huge information poured in.

In a trance, Shen Chong seemed to have come to the world of ancient Tianlong. Countless powerful dragons wandered in the void. This should not be the dragon world. There is no heavy dragon origin, but it is also a huge world that is many times stronger than the nine worlds. All kinds of breaths are chaotic, with fairy spirit and magic. There are demonic and toxic gases, but without exception, they are all high-level vitality.

Suddenly, an evil force permeated into the void, which turned out to be the most vicious degenerate evil spirit.

Shen Chong has felt this evil spirit in the abyss of depravity. Only a faint trace can make the strong man at the peak of the soul depravity. Now the depravity that permeates is hundreds or thousands of times stronger than the abyss, and the world has become gloomy.

This depraved evil spirit soon began to devour many mixed vitality. Whether it is fairy spirit or demon spirit, once touched, it will all be transformed into gloomy and evil dark evil qi. The sky is like ink, spreading and sweeping the whole sky.

In a long time, several ancient dragons were infected with depraved evil spirits. The dragon's body turned into a dark color, the dragon's eyes turned blood red, and its breath was violent, as if they had entered the magic miasma, and began to attack the same clan crazily and destroy the earth.

The ancient dragons were either killed by their companions or entered the body by evil spirits and turned into crazy demons. What's more, they broke the crystal wall of the world and escaped.

And the dead dragon, the dragon body is polluted, the dragon soul is bound, and it turns into an evil existence, and begins to kill the same clan. Soon, all the dragons that did not escape were polluted by evil spirits, degenerated and crazy.

The whole world began to collapse, and one continent after another sank and dissipated. This process is no less than the destruction of the ancient world.

I don't know how long it has been. Thousands of years, thousands of years, with the passage of time, the world has become a ruin, and all kinds of vitality have dissipated. I don't know where the terrible depravity has wandered, and may have invaded another world.

Shen Chong can see one powerful soul after another sinking forever, struggling in the boundless sea of suffering, not being free, and finally turning into evil evil dragons and evil spirits.

There is a world of death. No life can live here, and I don't know how many years have passed. Suddenly, a golden light shines over the sky. This golden light is sacred and magnificent, accompanied by a solemn and loud sound of Sanskrit singing, covering thousands of miles of the earth, sweeping the earth with great will, a The faint consciousness fluctuates in this world:

"The creatures who are sinking in the sea of suffering, believing in me, believing in the gods, the eternal and supreme glory of the gods will take you away from this infinite hell. Although your bodies are rotten, your souls will never be lost."

Where the golden light passed, the souls were relieved one by one, washed out the dark color, scattered the milky white light, flew to the center of the golden light column, and then disappeared.

Soon the whole world calmed down. Almost all souls took the initiative to throw themselves on the golden beam of light, but there were also some of the most evil and depraved souls, immersed in the depths of the earth and escaped the glory of the gods.

The golden beam of light slowly converge, taking away countless purified souls. But at the moment when it dispersed, the golden light swept over an ancient dragon that tried its best to drill deep into the earth. Its body had long been turned into a rock, but its soul was dark, its eyes were evil, and it was a completely depraved evil spirit.

The golden light swept by, and it was not purified, but began to howl in pain. The sound resounded through the silent void, and black and white light flashed on its body.