The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 148: Destruction
Mountains and soil melted in the underground fire, the void twisted under the sky fire, and the disaster fire rushed towards us, bringing endless misfortune!

The rhyme of the Dao of Yan combined into the Three Talents, which fell into this world, without stopping for several days and nights, reaching the surface, the crust, and rushing straight to the center of the earth.

Above this scorching inferno, two huge armies were fighting.

Over there was an army of demons and devils, with swollen lymph nodes, pox fluid rushing to their brains, rotten juice flowing everywhere, and plagues scattered across the world. The foul-smelling, pus-filled spirits of Nurgle walked everywhere, bringing down storms, plagues, and torrents amid their wild laughter.

The poisonous rain is pouring down, bringing endless disasters!
The divine plague flood swept everywhere, the dry earth turned into mud, and endless flies and maggots spread with the corruption, sweeping across the world.

Ordinary mortals have no place to stand under the command of this epidemic-ridden demon. After drowning in the plague, they will be transformed into bloated and unclean corpses, carrying out the distorted will of life.

This Nurgle army spread a plague rain on the back of the broken monster with wings on its ribs. Black plague water, rotten flesh, and bitter bile mixed together. Once the plague rain fell, even the gods could not save it...

However, on this side, the yellow turbans are turning around, thunder and fire are sweeping away the plague, black water and corpses are driving out of the underworld, and monsters and old ghosts are standing in the clouds.

The Yellow Spring Yin Water originates from the Black Water Abyss and can dissolve bones and souls. You see it is so dark, but little do you know that no matter how fierce the plague is or how nasty the floating corpse is, once it falls into the Yellow Spring, it will never be able to turn over.

The pale corpse was dozens of feet tall, with no ears, mouth or nose, and only a single eye in the center of its face. A huge, hideous mouth was split open on its pale abdomen, and endless black water from the Yellow Spring flowed from the big mouth on its chest and abdomen.

There are eighteen categories of corpses: zombies, bloody corpses, shadowy corpses, fleshy corpses, skinned corpses, jade corpses, walking corpses, faked corpses, sweaty corpses, and hairy corpses.

As an innate spiritual corpse born in the Yuntu Wilderness and the Black Water Abyss - the most terrifying kind of Yin corpse.

Plague, corruption, disease?
Under the corpse qi of the Nether Spring and the dark water of the Yellow Spring, everything seems so meaningless.

"Hey, hey, little brats, your magic water technique is not good enough?"

The Yin Corpse King transformed into a terrifying old corpse. His body had been cut off before, and the pale body was pieced together again using corpses that sank in the abyss. There were still traces of stitching.

The big mouth in its belly growled wildly, mocking the opponent's incompetence.

"Since I left the Deep Water Marsh, my Taoism has only lost 50% of its original level. But if you can help me, I can guarantee that I can destroy the plague demons without any injuries."

Yin corpses have always been cautious. If they are in the vast ocean, even if there are dozens or hundreds of demons, they will eventually be defeated. However, there is endless magma below, and they are not good at land combat. They just have to do their best.

Huang Tiandaoying's thunder and fire were fired, knocking down the approaching swollen demons from the misty white fog. The meter-tall human-skin paper evil spirits wandering in the air were swaying in the air as if they were nothing. But no matter whether you looked at them from the front, back, left, right, or any angle, you could only see their perfect and frightening faces!
The Ghost King had an uncertain look on his face. He glanced at the Stone King Laopeng Scorpion Demon who was fighting with the Four-Armed Demon of Slaanesh, and reluctantly stood in front of the bulky Yin Corpse King.

This disgusting plague can only be conquered by that old corpse...

The big mouth in the corpse's belly spewed out black water, which fell like raindrops. The black rain and the foul-smelling plague rain intertwined, and their forces were as strong as water and fire. When the two merged, bursts of green smoke emerged.

After all, the Great Dao of Divine Plague was not as good as the natural spring, and the plague rain was slowly assimilated, pouring black water and splashing down, hitting the plague-swollen demon army, devouring their flesh and blood, and dissolving their souls.

Only the corpse with its feet stepping on the black water of the Yellow Spring had a look of satisfaction on its face.

The great demon of Nurgle, who was kicked into the magma by Jinpeng's claw, was the only monarch at this time. He had just escaped from the scorching lava. His swollen green-skinned body was running wildly in the magma. Maggots and flies fell from his two hideous mouths. Countless bile holes all over his body were crackling, and he vomited endless pus!
But the plague, corruption, flies, everything was swallowed up by the evil fire in an instant and turned into nothingness.

If it weren't for this hellish world, no one in the ordinary mortal world would be able to withstand the baptism of such an evil god.

Even so, the soldiers of the Taoist camp and the Fengdao practitioners in the mansion had already been tricked without knowing when.

Their limbs were weak, their foreheads were hot, they were sweating profusely, their faces were pale, and the invisible power of plague began to wreak havoc.

For all living things, this is something more difficult to deal with than the six desires. You can still control the seven emotions and six desires, the demons in the human heart, but this most intuitive epidemic can easily remove all their strength.

Only a few second-level Yellow Turban warriors drew yellow talismans with their fingers, which turned into talisman water, and tried their best to alleviate the physical pain of the crowd.

But the two kings of corpses and ghosts are protected by the corpse and ghost paths. The most terrifying plague for all living things is just like a gust of breeze in their eyes.

The Ghost King curled his lips and looked down at the swollen demon below. He saw that the demon was burned by the lava and his body was covered with blood blisters. He also saw countless plague dragons trying to help him.

The monster playfully stretched out its hundred-foot-long ghost claws from the black fog and swept away the flying dragons one by one. Whenever the swollen demon was about to escape from the molten lava on the surface, it would be knocked to the ground and filled with hot lava.

Looking at the undead swollen monster in the molten lava, whose skin and flesh were constantly peeled off by the hot oil, revealing the disgusting plague oil and fat, the evil fire burned even more vigorously.

And He held on to the tenuous power of life from His Master, accepting judgment in the hell of hot oil for what seemed like eternity.

Time and again, so stubborn and cruel!
……

In another battlefield far away, several Gangsha and two demon kings joined forces to snipe and kill the six evil demons.

Chief Steward Wu Lie stepped on the auspicious cloud and summoned a wind column with a wave of his hand. The magic and technique were combined, and when the wind blew, any living thing would die if it touched them, and would be torn to pieces if it hit them. His great skill of wind disasters made him the most powerful killer among the Gangsha sorcerers on the battlefield.

Chief Wu Feng, with his bow and arrow, had the power to pierce a mountain. Anyone who reached the demon army first would be in the right position and at the right time and have their brain and spine blown through with one blow. The two of them, one positive and one strange, separated the demon army from the great demon, allowing Hun Tian Jin Peng and Zi Zun Scorpion King to actually hunt down the four-armed great demon.

When Lao Peng's Sky-Splitting Slash reached in front of him, it was blocked by the giant pincers of the great demon. The Scorpion Demon's snake-belly sword danced in the air like a hundred-foot-long scale, but was always blocked by the great demon at the right moment.

For the great demon Slaanesh, life is an art, fighting is also an art. Don’t look at him being hit by Wu Yong’s close range lightning and fire, his sternum was almost broken with two punches, and he ran away with his head in his hands.

She is a person who has honed her hunting skills to perfection, practicing the art of killing and sacrifice.

Ordinary third-level late-stage great wizards and great demon kings are no match for her.

After all, she is the master of this world!

Even though the Scorpion Demon and Peng King joined forces, they were unable to do anything to her for a while. Looking at the Slaanesh demon who treated fighting as an art and danced around, the Scorpion Demon felt a burning sensation on her face as she was being chased and rolled on the ground in the lava.

He leaped onto the cloud and transformed into a scorpion spirit. His pair of purple crystal claws were not afraid of the pain and he fought the demon head-on.

It was not until the Golden Peng of Chaos escaped into the dome and swooped down that the demon who was entangled by the Scorpion Spirit was caught off guard and was actually grabbed and severed by the Golden Peng with a pair of giant pincers on its back.

good chance!
The poisonous sting behind the scorpion spirit's Dharma image swung out and pierced the chest of the great demon.

The sting of the horse-turning poison is the most brutal. In ancient times, there were immortal scorpions whose poisonous hooks could sting the gods and Buddhas in the sky, causing them to become numb and suffer unbearable pain.

How can the evil god's followers withstand a sting?
Don’t you see, when the Hun Tian Jin Peng next to him saw the sharp poisonous hook, he subconsciously kept his distance.

The evil god's followers steal the power and authority of the laws, and the demons, ghosts, and monsters use all kinds of magical powers. If we want to say who is stronger and who is weaker, I am afraid we can only know it when the worlds declare war head-on.

But for now, a small win!
Yin Erlang, who was wandering around the periphery and collecting the skeletons and swollen corpses of evil demons, saw that the lust demon who was stung and unconscious was about to fall into the molten lava, so he swept the black flag in his hand, and two black air dropped and rolled up the demon.

"This great demon is indeed a good thing. It can be refined into a forbidden weapon, or sold to Yujing. In the eyes of those Taoists who like to practice unorthodox methods, it is priceless and is a priceless treasure."

Yin Erlang smiled. Among the top families in Jiuzhou, there were many who practiced evil methods. The fact that the energy of this kind of body structure came entirely from a new civilization could make them even more excited.

It was also at this time that the magic circle that looked like a pillar of heaven finally took shape. It penetrated deep into the core of the earth and connected to the origin of this world.

There are many ways to extract the origin of the world. Some powerful people forcibly take it; some supreme true cultivators sort out the principles of Taoism and extract them one by one; some demon cultivators directly pollute the origin of the world, turning it into primordial demonic energy and extracting it.
But Wu Yong obviously does not have this ability.

Following the unconventional ways taught by the eldest son of the Xun family, he injected the prepared calamity energy of the human world into it, thus triggering the end of the law calamity in this small world.

This world has already been ravaged by the great devil for countless years, and now it has been melted by the red flames of the Three Elements. Isn't this a catastrophe for the world?

Under the aura of calamity, the origin of the world is no longer one. It seems that this world also wants to save itself?
Unfortunately, it lost the chance!
The Pillar of Heaven magic formation rumbled, and Wu Yong's frantic extraction of the origin of the world that was beginning to disintegrate was done by him like a draining pond of fish.

The mysterious and infinite original energy penetrated the magic circle and filled the top of the altar of the Kunling magic ship, making Wu Yong, who was immersed in it, feel like he was floating in the air.

But in an instant he manifested the Huandan Blessed Land in his dantian. He opened his mouth and swallowed the origin of the world into his stomach, putting it into the Huandan Blessed Land.

After a day and a night, the spiritual light in the void visible to the naked eye in this small world dimmed, and the fire that was supposed to never be extinguished became smaller and smaller strangely, the lava began to solidify, and only the breath of despair stretched out from the center of the earth.

At this moment, the swollen demon who was caused by the mischief of the corpse ghost, the Slaanesh demon who was fixed by heavy iron chains and talismans, as well as the low-level monks and sorcerers who were tortured by the plague and talisman water, all felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, and endless sorrow surged in their hearts.

Sadness, desolation, despair, resentment...

"The world is dying!"

"It will come to an end, and after who knows how many years, it will sink into chaos and become a mine in the chaotic fog of the Sea of ​​​​Boundary?"

"That's a whole little world. Is it so fragile?"

"Is the power of immortality really that strong?"

A complete civilization.

You will find that they are not necessarily much stronger than the natives in fighting?

The strength of a cultivation civilization does not lie in personal bravery. For example, a third-level cultivator of a low-level civilization may still be able to kill a third-level cultivator of a high-level civilization, but a third-level cultivator of a high-level civilization can easily destroy a low-level civilization or even the world through certain abilities.

The height of cultivation civilization ≠ the combat power of a single individual.
This is what the protagonist is like.

The ability to destroy a small world is not because the protagonist is strong, but because the Xiandao civilization is strong. Xiandao already has sufficient experience.

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(End of this chapter)