Chapter 11 Shocking Picture

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With a slight scolding, the body of the black-robed magic shadow bloomed with infinite divine light and instantly hit the woman's virtual shadow.

"Ah~~~Yes, you didn't die..."

The woman's virtual image made a sharp scream. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, her face must be extremely ferocious and sad at this moment.

"You deserved to die..."

The desolate and ancient voice sounded faintly, as far away as the horizon and as close as air.

The woman's shadow melted like ice and snow, quietly dissipating like white clouds in the sky, and never seemed to have appeared.

Then, the body of the black robe shook gently and gathered into a thick black light like ink in the air. The black light is like an aurora crossing the sky and hitting Jiang Ming's eyebrows with lightning speed.

Jiang Ming's dry body quickly filled up, and his hair was windless and automatic, like black dragons dancing wantonly.

"Hongmeng is broken and chaotic, and gods and demons are nurtured in chaos, and the holy king of gods kills ancient demons, and the chaos is broken and turns into floods and famine; the extreme of Tao is for demons, and the extreme of demons is darkness..."

The majestic and ethereal sound of Taoism continues to echo in Jiang Ming's mind, and ancient pictures are reflected in Jiang Ming's mind.

This is a blood-stained picture.

In the hazy and unopened chaos of yin and yang, countless bodies are huge, and the gods and demons with different expressions are fighting. As soon as they shake a little, the boundless chaos is broken, and the world-covering gods and demons are black, like dark clouds covering the sky. All kinds of divine light burst out on their bodies, setting off the whole chaos with colorful and gorgeous colors.

Every god and demon is extremely powerful. They raise their hands and throw away and have the power to destroy the world, but the next moment, they will be smashed by the more horrible gods and demons. Their blood is as vast as an ocean, and every drop of blood will turn into a sea of blood. I don't know how long the war lasted, countless gods and demons fell, and the blood of the demons gathered into a sea that could not see the edge, and the bodies of countless gods and demons floated in the dust, which was an extremely horrible picture.

Poo!

A bright divine light came from afar, and the bodies of countless gods and demons burst under this blow. That divine light contains a wild breath, as if it is everywhere. No matter how you dodge, the divine light is in front of you.

Jiang Ming's heart was cold, and he even felt that the sound of the divine light smashing the body echoed beside him.

At this time, a dark and magical figure took a step forward and suddenly appeared countless paths. Each of them burst into a shocking atmosphere and shattered chaos, and each of them seemed to be real. These shadows dodged the divine light with an extremely mysterious trajectory, and then countless magic shadows hit the magic light. In the chaos, it crisscrossed, forming a solid cage, imprisoning a golden figure in it.

Boom!

It has always been extremely huge, and its planet-sized dark golden fist smashed the black prison, and then it was like thunder and smashed into the dark shadow.

With one punch, the whole chaos boiled, countless chaotic gods and demons crawled and trembled, and countless chaotic gases converged, as powerful as if to destroy the world.

This fist is devastated and unparalleled. The place where it passed is chaotic and collapsed, and countless shadows turned into a trace of black fog before the fist approached, floating in the chaos.

The fist instantly bombarded the body of the magic shadow. The magic shadow was like smoke, penetrated through by the fist, and then dispersed like a hazy fog, and then condensed into a magic shadow inside and outside.

Two finging black lights burst out in the eyes of the magic shadow, which penetrated the whole chaos. He looked up to the sky and roared, and an infinite magic light bloomed on his body. The hazy chaos turned black as ink, and he reached out his fingers. The shadow wandered in the dark like a ghost and played a shocking magic. His whole body merged with the darkness, just like a king in the dark. In the dark, everything was dominated by him...

"Nine days of magic steps, ascending to the sky step by step; endless chaos, darkness will always dominate..."

The indifferent and ancient voice surrounded Jiang Ming's ears. Jiang Ming looked slightly dull and muttered, "This, is this inheritance?"

The invincible figure and pace in the chaos, and the endless darkness, as if branded in his mind, is so clear, but so mysterious and unpredictable.

"Jiang Ming, are you all right?"

Meng Kuo's voice awakened Jiang Ming from his dullness.

Ah? Oh, father-in-law, I'm fine. What the hell is going on? Jiang Ming pretended to be confused and said with an unclear face. The picture in his mind shocked him too much. He faintly felt that he seemed to have been exposed to mysterious taboos that should not be touched. He didn't want too many people to know about it.

The face was full of doubts, but it was also quite interesting and did not break the casserole to the end.

There was a trace of heartache in Meng's tone, and he said with a little reproach, "As long as you're fine, it scares us!" Monta almost fought for your life in order to do more.

When Jiang Ming heard this, he looked at Monta and saw a long blood mouth on Monta's wrist, and the strange light blue blood belonging to the succubus family dripped down Monta's wrist.

Jiang Ming walked over and held Monta in his arms and squeezed her very hard, as if to integrate her into his body.

"I'm sorry to worry you, I'm sorry..."

After experiencing it myself, I knew how dangerous the situation just now was. Just now, the altar was like a fierce beast lifted by blood. Jiang Ming believed that if the strange black robe figure had not suddenly appeared, no matter how much blood he had been swallowed up by the altar.

At this extremely dangerous moment, Monsa actually ignored it and wanted to feed the altar with her own blood to reduce the pressure, which was simply trying her life. How can Jiang Ming not be moved by this?

"It's good that you're fine. I'm just a trauma. It doesn't matter!"

The girl's voice was very light, soft and plain, as if it were an insignificant matter. But it was this irrelevant words that this light tone severely touched the softest string in Jiang Ming's heart. At this moment, silence is better than a hundred words. Jiang Ming did not say anything touching, but held Monta's arms harder.

"Cough~~ Well, you really think of me as air!" Meng Kuo coughed aside, looked at the two with an ambiguous expression, and said quite ridiculously.

"Father, you laugh at others!"

Mengsha blushed and coquettishly. Meng Kuo's mocking eyes made her face hot, and she simply buried her head deep in Jiang Ming's arms and turned a deaf ear to Meng Kuo's ridiculing.

"Look!"

Meng Kuo stretched out his finger to the sky.

Jiang Ming and his wife looked around and saw the aura in the void rushing madly towards the tribe. Under the pouring of abundant aura, the tedious and complex black magic lines appeared on the ground of the territory of the changeable demon clan. These magic patterns emitted a fierce light and rose to the sky, constantly intertwined in the void like magic dragons. Within the range of being shrouded by magic patterns, various laws were intertwined and twisted, large Tao began to make a roar.

Subsequently, Jiang Ming found that the scenery outside the territory of the Succubus clan gradually became blurred, and then disappeared. The aura of heaven and earth in the tribe became stronger and stronger, and finally almost all turned into **.

"What's going on? I feel that the whole tribe seems to be isolated from the southern wilderness, and we seem to be in another world!" Jiang Ming said in surprise.

"Hahaha! That's right, my succubus family should have been like this!" Meng Kuo laughed happily and said proudly, "My succubus clan was also very strong in ancient times and had its own world. Unfortunately, after countless years of reincarnation, the power of the world's origin has been exhausted, and our world has gradually been destroyed, so we have to migrate to the ancient continent. In the end, Meng Kuo's face couldn't help sighing and helpless.

"But the current situation is clearly self-contained and isolated from the outside world. Is my blood comparable to the power of the world?"

Jiang Ming started YY.

"This is not a world, it's just a small world!" Meng Kuo's words ruthlessly broke Jiang Ming's YY: "The small world can't be compared with the real world at all! The real world has the sun, moon and stars, heaven and earth, and the small world is just a space formed by peerless monks using horrible prohibition combined with tedious arrays to distort the space and change the law. They are protected by a powerful prohibition and are in a fault of space. It is difficult to be found and safe. Originally, all kinds of forbidden arts and ancient arrays that supported the small world of my caprable demon clan stopped running because of the lack of aura. This time, because of the abnormal aura of your blood made the aura full of reiki again and formed a small world. This is really your credit!"

"Tian, such a strong aura in the southern wilderness is difficult to maintain the operation of the small world. How much earth aura does it take to operate in this small world!" Jiang Ming was shocked and said slightly worriedly, "So according to what you said, will the ancient continent collapse sooner or later because of the exhaustion of the power of the world's origin? After all, its aura is constantly drying up.

Meng Kuo shook his head slightly and said, "This is not true. The Nine Continents are a very special existence. They will not collapse. I don't know the specific reason. I only know that even if there is no a trace of aura in these nine continents, they will not collapse, but there will be no more monks."

"Is that so?" Jiang Ming whispered, "Will there be no monks? Isn't that a good result? The meaning of cultivation was originally just to pursue a long life, but now it has evolved into a state of continuous fighting and blood. Isn't it better not to have it?

At this moment, the atmosphere between the three seemed quite heavy. Several people looked at each other, but they were silent and didn't know what to say...

PS: Today's recommendation ends, and the outbreak ends~~~ Two Updates will resume tomorrow, at 10 o'clock and 4 o'clock respectively. Because the manuscript I desperately rushed to save a few days ago has been used up, in fact, I haven't coded words for the past two days~~~