I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 228 The python swallowing the elephant changes again!

Thinking of this, Li Qingyun took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and locked his cold eyes on an "ancient immortal" covered with scales not far away.

He quickly formed an ancient seal with his hands and whispered an ancient spell. The voice was deep and powerful, carrying an irresistible pressure:
"Ba She Tun Xiang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, blurry and hideous, like an ancient ferocious beast slowly waking up from the darkness.

The giant shadow opened its bloody mouth as if to swallow the world. The air around it suddenly solidified and became as cold as frozen iron, making it hard to breathe.

The pupils of the Scaled Ancient Immortal who was locked by him suddenly shrank, and an inexplicable fear suddenly surged in his heart.

He swung the long sword in his hand, and the blade light turned into lightning and slashed forward. However, before the blade touched the giant shadow, he suddenly felt that something vital in his body was rapidly slipping away.

That feeling of being stripped away was like someone inserting a hand into his body and forcibly pulling his soul out of it.

"This... what kind of power is..."

The Scaled Ancient Immortal whispered in fear, but the sound became weaker and weaker, and more and more disembodied.

His body slowly became transparent, and the strange force of fate was erasing his existence at an unimaginable speed.

At the same time, a cold light flashed in Li Qingyun's eyes.

He felt an unprecedented powerful force surging into his body, as hot as magma, almost burning his soul to ashes.

At the moment of devouring, the magical power of "Basher Swallowing Elephant" was activated. With the help of his own high status, he completely replaced the ancient scaly-armored immortal in this world, and even integrated His memory, breath, and fate into his own soul.

However, the figure of the ancient scaly-armored immortal gradually blurred and faded, and finally disappeared in the dream world, silently, as if it had never existed.

From the perspective of other ancient immortals on the battlefield, the powerful "foreign immortal" in front of them suddenly used some mysterious magical power with a grand aura, and then disappeared without a trace.

They looked at each other in surprise, but didn't know what had happened.

But at this moment, Li Qingyun felt that his body was filled with a fierce power that did not belong to him. The violent aura surged through his limbs and bones, almost bursting him alive.

He knew that he had devoured the fate of the Ancient Scaled Immortal, which was equivalent to directly plundering the origin of a powerful being.

This power far exceeded any ancient immortal aura he had absorbed before. It surged thousands and tens of thousands times stronger and rushed straight into his immortal body.

He clenched his teeth and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

A huge force was running rampant in his body, destroying and shattering his meridians. Even his bones could be heard cracking, as if his entire body would be torn into pieces at any moment.

At this moment, the vague mumblings in his mind suddenly became extremely clear, layer upon layer, like thousands of fine steel needles, piercing his consciousness frantically.

Those voices were mixed with anger, sorrow, hatred... countless emotions surged together, as if countless souls were crying and roaring in the depths of his consciousness, trying to erode his mind.

"This is... the will of the 'Fallen Immortal'..."

At this moment, Li Qingyun's consciousness was swallowed by the boundless darkness, and he growled in pain.

His consciousness was swallowed by endless darkness, and countless wriggling flesh buds continued to grow beneath his skin, as if they would transform into tentacles and tear out in the next moment.

At the same time, his soul seemed to be cut into pieces by thousands of blades, his eyes were blood red, and he almost collapsed in the crazy whispers.

Just when he was in excruciating pain and about to lose control, suddenly under enormous pressure, some kind of unspeakable power that had been hidden deep within his body for a long time suddenly shattered, like a long-suppressed torrent bursting out!

"boom!"

An invisible force rose into the sky, Li Qingyun's body trembled slightly, and a layer of cold gray mist vaguely appeared around him.

The gray fog seemed to come from the endless depths of time and space, unchanging from eternity.

Desolate, deep, mysterious, and filled with an indescribable weird aura.

The dark abyss suddenly became silent under the cover of the fog, as if it was imprisoned by some ancient power.

In this mysterious gray fog, the void quietly cracked open, and an ancient and mysterious palace slowly emerged from Li Qingyun's body, lonely and magnificent, stretching across the abyss.

The outline of the palace is hazy and blurred, seeming real and illusory. A dreamy gray mist constantly emanates from the surrounding area. It is cold and dim, and is incompatible with this dream world, but it is filled with a terrifying aura of supremacy.

The moment the mysterious palace appeared, the whispers in Li Qingyun's ears quickly faded away, and the fate from the scaly "ancient immortal" turned into pure power, flowing along his meridians, seeping into his limbs and bones, and gradually being completely controlled by him.

At this moment, Li Qingyun felt a sense of control over the mysterious palace that he had never felt before.

Completely different from the human world, the pervasive gray fog at this time seemed to have become his other arm. As his mind fluctuated, he could mobilize the infinite power contained within it with just a thought.

And this ancient and mysterious palace is no longer just a magic weapon, but more like a part of his body, deeply integrated into the long river of his destiny, connected with his blood, and closely related to him.

Li Qingyun once again sat upright on the lofty throne of God, looking down at the swirling gray fog beneath his feet. His eyes were deep and cold, but there was a faint inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

Since he entered this dream world, he could not sense the existence of the mysterious palace. He originally thought it was because of the special nature of the fallen fairy dream. However, now it seems that the real reason is that his status in this world is not high enough to touch this power.

It was not until he used the magical power of "Basnake Swallowing Elephant" and devoured the fate of an ancient immortal that he finally regained control of the mysterious palace.

At the same time, the rest of the "ancient immortals" only felt a blurry distortion in the void before their eyes, and an inexplicable pain in their hearts, but they could not see anything specific at all.

Their spiritual thoughts were unable to reach the existence of the palace. They could only feel an indescribable chill coming from all directions, as cold as a knife, penetrating into their bones. It was as if they were being stared at by a god from the darkness. All the secrets on their bodies, everything, were seen through clearly.

At the moment they were lost in thought, large patches of gray mist suddenly surged out of the surrounding void, bringing with it an irresistible suction force that instantly enveloped all the ancient immortals.

"what--!"

An ancient immortal screamed in fear, but as soon as the voice came out, it was swallowed up by the gray fog and disappeared without a trace.

His body gradually dissipated in the gray mist, like melting ice and snow, peeling off inch by inch until it completely disappeared into the void, as if it had never existed.

"This... this... what the hell is this!?"

The other "ancient immortal" roared and tried his best to break free, but the gray mist wrapped around him like a living thing. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape the icy suction.

The gray fog slowly devoured his body, taking away his breath, memories, and even his soul bit by bit, eventually turning into invisible dust and being sucked into the palace. The gray fog was like a tide, cold and silent, devouring the breath of every "ancient immortal".

Those ancient immortals who had been so arrogant just now were now turned into dust in the invisible gray mist. They didn't even have the chance to beg for mercy. They were silently taken into the palace and completely annihilated.

After a while, the fog dissipated, and only deathly silence remained in the dark abyss.

Li Qingyun put away the mysterious palace, and the surrounding abyss became empty again.

His body was still covered with scars, his clothes were torn and blood was still fresh, but at this moment his mind was more peaceful than ever before.

He was just about to get up and move forward when suddenly an idea came to his mind. He stretched out his hand and countless points of light suddenly appeared in the abyss, like a falling star in the night sky, densely packed and spreading out before his eyes.

These points of light connect the voices of prayer of believers from all walks of life and are the embodiment of their desires, beliefs and fears.

Li Qingyun's eyes focused, and he quickly selected one of the light spots. He lightly tapped it with his finger, and Fang Ping's pious and desperate prayer came from it:

"God of Silence, please send down your divine power to protect the believers..."

Li Qingyun pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and mobilized the power of the mysterious palace, shaking the void, and bringing several guardian stone statues of the "Ten Thousand Demons Palace" and "Demon Palace" in the Buzhou Divine Mountain directly in front of him from thousands of miles away.

In a moment, several strange figures appeared in front of him.

The ugly-looking and eerie Moon Demon was like an evil spirit spying on its prey in the night; the tall, muscular Green Bull Demon Lord exuded brutal power; the poisonous and insidious Thorntail Demon Lord, as well as the fifth-level demon king "Tiger Old Third", stood in a row in front of him with murderous intent.

Li Qingyun looked stern, and with a wave of his hand, he gathered these demon lords into a ball of light. He then used a trace of his mind to throw them directly into Fang Ping's prayer light spot.

His voice echoed in the void, carrying an irresistible majesty:
"Assist the 'Silent Immortal Sect' to flourish. Anyone who stands in our way should be attacked without mercy."

Everything was arranged properly. Li Qingyun exhaled lightly and walked towards the next layer of the abyss, gradually blending into the unknown darkness...

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Outside the dream world.

The place where fallen immortals rest.

The boundless ancient battlefield was shrouded in darkness and desolation, with low, rustling whispers echoing endlessly, as if countless ghosts were telling the unknown secrets of the past.

What no one knew was that at the moment the mysterious palace appeared in the dream world, this silent world suddenly underwent a drastic change.

In the desert, a blinding flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, followed by thousands of thunders rolling down, piercing through the sky and earth, as if to tear the entire space apart.

Every bolt of lightning contained the power to destroy the world, and it bombarded the land mercilessly with endless anger.

At this moment, in the deepest part of this space, an ancient altar stood quietly.

Its stone surface is covered with traces of time, simple and desolate, but it stands still under the impact of thunder.

There were countless intricate patterns carved on the altar, including a mysterious eye in chaos, giant tentacles that traveled through yin and yang, and strange creatures that were connected head to tail and formed a circle - and in front of them, all living beings were like ants, struggling to survive.

Rolling thunder struck the altar continuously. The terrifying force hit like a tsunami, causing the entire altar to tremble slightly.

Every time lightning struck, the runes on the altar would emit a faint blood-red light, turning into a barrier to resist the pressure of thunder.

However, as the thunder grew more violent, the blood light gradually dimmed, and the shaking of the altar became more obvious.

At the same time, a dull "thump thump" sound came from the ground under the altar, as if a huge heart began to beat slowly.

Every pulse beat brought about even more violent bombardment from the thunder.

Thunder and underground fire intertwined, illuminating the darkness as if it were daytime. In the violent light, tiny cracks began to appear on the ground, spreading like a spider web.

"Click - click -"

With a terrifying crisp sound, the ground that was originally as hard as iron finally broke into pieces and shattered like porcelain.

A black clay jar covered with talismans and wrapped with thick golden chains slowly rose from the ground and hovered in the air, exuding an aura of evil, coldness, disaster and misfortune.

As soon as it appeared, the air around it seemed to be corroded, and it was filled with a suffocating and terrifying force.

As soon as the clay jar rose, countless lightning bolts in the sky turned into giant pythons, circling and rushing down.

Every bolt of lightning carried an urgent desire, like a mother seeing her long-lost child, stretching out her invisible arms to hold the clay jar in her arms.

However, just as the thunder was about to strike, the golden chain on the jar suddenly flashed with dazzling light and turned into an indestructible barrier, locking the jar tightly.

The thunder collapsed in front of the brilliance of the chain, like powerless waves hitting a cliff. No matter how violent the force was, it could not shake the golden chain in the slightest.

Countless bolts of lightning roared in the darkness, and silver snake-like lightning meandered through the sky, reflecting a breathtaking scene.

The lightning pierced through the darkness, blinding and blazing, but no matter how they roared and charged, they could not break free of the golden chains.

As the thunder and the chains were confronting each other, a strange black mist suddenly seeped out of the black clay jar.

The black mist seemed to have its own consciousness. It twisted slightly and then, like a cunning little snake, it swam out of the clay jar silently and slid towards a stone gate in the center of the ancient battlefield in the distance like lightning.

The stone gate is tall, simple and desolate, with traces of erosion from time to time and strange runes covering its edges. There is a bottomless darkness inside, connecting to another unknown world.

The fog meandered forward, gently wrapping around the edge of the stone gate, probing the darkness inside like a snake exploring a path, and soon it silently drilled into the stone gate and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, the earthen jar was still suspended in the air, motionless, having already surpassed the laws of heaven and earth.

In this desolate land, thunder roared in the sky and fire raged in the ground, but the ancient earthenware jar remained silent as before. The dark breath flowed slowly, oppressive and strange, like a pair of eyes lurking in the abyss, quietly watching everything, waiting for the arrival of a certain ominous moment...

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(End of this chapter)