Global Card Master: Start Awakening the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 303 Blood Eye Astrology Plate
The old man's black robe rustled and his white hair fluttered in the wind.

Behind him, there was only a tall man with a stern face.

This man exuded a very different kind of cold aura from the old man. He was dressed in a dark golden suit, his muscles were taut, and under his neat short hair, his eyes were fixed in the direction of the divine eye.

In his hand he held tightly a strangely shaped long sword. The blade was long and narrow, and dark in color, but a faint red light was flowing on the blade. Just standing there made the air around him seem to condense.

Jiang Ming was riding on Zhulong's back, looking down at this scene from above, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

Wei Lang?

The old man had been gone for so long, and he brought Wei Lang back! ! ?

It's not that Cheng Che looked down on Wei Lang, but what's the point of Wei Lang coming alone at this time! ?
But the situation was critical at the moment, and he had no time to think too much. He just watched the movements below silently.

The old man took Wei Lang and walked straight towards the Divine Eye. When they were still dozens of feet away from the Divine Eye, they stopped.

The old man's eyes were sharp and he slammed his cane in his hand so hard that the ground shook. Then he turned to look at Wei Lang beside him and nodded slightly, as if it was a silent entrustment.

Wei Lang understood and took a deep breath. The dark golden clothes on his body moved without wind. He gripped the hilt of the long sword with both hands and slowly raised the sword above his head.

In an instant, a black airflow surged out of his body, swirling around his body and rising, interweaving with the red light on the blade. The light was so bright that it actually dispersed some of the surrounding blood mist.

Then, the long sword chopped downwards fiercely.

The moment it fell, the red light flowing on the blade and the black airflow surrounding the body exploded like a ignited gunpowder barrel.

A giant black crescent-shaped scimitar energy that seemed to be able to swallow the sky and the earth surged out from the tip of the blade. The energy was only a few feet wide at first, but it expanded wildly in the blink of an eye. In a flash, it turned into a powerful energy blade spanning hundreds of feet and slashed straight towards the God's Eye.

The eyeballs floating around suddenly became restless.

The row of eyeballs at the front had blood surging in their eyes, and the tangible blood seeped out and spread rapidly like silk threads, intertwining and entangled with each other in the blink of an eye.

The blade light came surging with Wei Lang's powerful strength and slammed into the light net.

In an instant, where the light net touched the sword light, blood light flashed wildly, making a sharp "sizzling" sound. The originally smooth surface of the light net was impacted by the sword light, leaving deep dents, but these blood light threads re-condensed and reinforced again and again on the edge of breaking.

The blade's forward momentum was gradually blocked, and its light began to dim.

When it was still several feet away from the main body of the Divine Eye, it finally ran out of strength. With a loud bang, it turned into countless fragments of black and red light and dissipated in the air, leaving only the aftermath of the energy agitation, causing the surrounding blood mist to roll and surge.

Wei Lang watched the blade light being blocked and dissipated by the divine eye's eye light net without any emotion.

Then he squatted slightly, with his feet nailed to the ground, and held the hilt of the long sword tightly with both hands, holding the long sword vertically in front of him with the blade facing downwards.

Then he took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and pressed his hands hard.

In an instant, the ground began to shake violently with him as the center.

Visible streams of black air currents roared out from deep underground, like a black dragon wrapped around his body. Wherever they passed, the gravel on the ground was instantly crushed into powder, and the blood mist was forced to retreat several feet.

As the black airflow gathered, the originally faint red light on the blade seemed to be injected with endless vitality. The light became brighter, like a burning red flame, dancing and spreading wildly along the blade, illuminating the entire blade with a bright red color.

And the black airflow surrounding him seemed to have found its home, swarming towards the long sword, blending and entwining with the red light.

At this time, Wei Lang moved.

He pushed his feet against the ground and shot towards the God's Eye like an arrow. His speed was so fast that a black and red afterimage was left in the air.

The long sword in his hand was raised high, drew a perfect arc above his head, and then chopped down fiercely.

This split was as if it had split the sky and the earth open.

A giant black sickle phantom that seemed to be materialized emerged from the blade, and a heart-pounding "cracking" sound was emitted around it.

The ground below was even more broken with huge rocks collapsing and dust flying everywhere. A bottomless gully several feet wide was spreading across the earth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The eyeballs floating around began to flee.

Just when the giant black sickle phantom was about to break through the energy vortex defense network, those eyeballs suddenly moved.

With the Divine Eye as the core, they were arranged and combined at a rapid speed, and in the blink of an eye, a huge circular array similar to an ancient astrological disk was formed.

The surface of each eyeball was covered with a layer of glass-like texture, and blood was rapidly flowing inside it, and then countless blood crystal particles as fine as sand slowly seeped out.

After these blood crystal particles left the eyeball, they did not scatter. Instead, they relied on some strange magnetic force to attract and aggregate each other in the air. In the blink of an eye, they built a crystal clear yet evil blood crystal curtain wall in front of the astrological array.

Wei Lang's black sickle phantom slashed fiercely on the blood crystal curtain wall, and a sharp and piercing sound, like broken glass and metal friction, suddenly rang out.

Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the blood crystal curtain wall. However, at the moment when the sickle phantom was about to break through this fragile appearance, strands of blood suddenly gushed out from those cracks, like granulation tissue growing rapidly on a wound, repairing the damage at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the eyeballs in the astrological array began to rotate synchronously, faster and faster, and the released blood crystal particles continuously replenished the curtain wall, making it thicker and tougher.

What’s even more amazing is that as the eyeballs move, mysterious runes light up on the horoscope disk.

In this distorted space area, the flow of time seems to become chaotic.

Wei Lang only felt that the scene in front of him was hazy, and the attack rhythm of the long sword in his hand was almost disrupted. The black sickle phantom that was originally as unstoppable as a bamboo, in this chaotic space-time gap, every inch of progress became extremely difficult, as if it was trapped in an endless quagmire.

In an instant, the air around him seemed to freeze. The whistling wind and the sounds of fighting on the battlefield gradually faded away. It seemed as if the whole world was left with only him and the mysterious sword.

Then, Wei Lang suddenly opened his eyes, held the knife with both hands, and raised the long knife above his head at a strange angle. The handle of the knife was tilted upwards, but the blade was vertically downwards. The tip of the knife trembled slightly, as if sensing something.

At this moment, the power in his body was like a boiling river, surging and turbulent, but it was restrained by an invisible force, flowing at high speed in his meridians, looking for a breakthrough.

As Wei Lang let out a low roar, the earth and rocks on the ground began to surge wildly with him as the center, gathering towards his feet like living things.

The earth and rocks quickly piled up and rotated around him, forming a huge, fast-rotating ochre-colored vortex that completely enveloped his lower body.

Above Wei Lang's head, the clouds in the sky seemed to be summoned by something, rolling and gathering rapidly. In the clouds, lightning and thunder flashed, but not a drop of rain fell. Purple lightning shuttled and intertwined in the clouds, like a violent electric grid, ready to go.

At this moment, Wei Lang was like a hub connecting heaven and earth, integrating the heaviness of the earth with the violence of the sky.

Those eyeballs floating in the surroundings felt the pressure from heaven and earth and instinctively wanted to escape, but they were restrained by an invisible force.

When the divine eye saw this, blood surged wildly all over his body.

Just then, Wei Lang moved.

He slashed downward with both hands, and the long sword came down with endless power.

At the same time, in the ochre-colored vortex beneath his feet, a pillar of earth as thick as a mountain rose from the ground and whizzed upward along the trajectory of the long sword; in the clouds above his head, a purple lightning as thick as a bucket also came down like a dragon emerging from the sea.

The divine eye immediately moved the blood crystal curtain wall above his head.

Then came the first roar that Jiang Ming and the others had seen.

The roar quickly spread out like ripples. Wherever it went, the space was covered with layers of distorted ripples visible to the naked eye, as if a calm lake was hit by a huge rock, causing it to surge endlessly.

The eyeballs suspended in the surroundings instantly received the command from the divine eye. With the astrological disk as the absolute core, the operating speed was instantly increased to the extreme, leaving only a series of blood-red afterimages in the air, so fast that it was dizzying.

The astrological disk was like a strange beast that was completely awakened from its slumber. The mysterious runes engraved on it lit up with dazzling blood light one by one. The light was like flexible silk threads, winding and stretching, interweaving with each other, and in the blink of an eye, it outlined an extremely complex and endlessly weird three-dimensional blood-light magic array.

With every rotation of the magic circle, a blood mist as thick as ink gushed out from the center of the magic circle. The blood mist spread, and the stench and deathly silence it carried became increasingly strong, as if the door to the Nine Netherworld Purgatory had been opened, and endless evil energy rolled out, quickly dyeing the surrounding space a dark red.

As the blood mist surged wildly, the astrological disk vibrated violently, and blood-red rays of light burst out from its edge.

When these rays first appear, they are straight as arrows, but they can instantly bend and twist in the air, changing rapidly, as if they have living tentacles, extending wildly in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, they intertwined and merged with each other, weaving into a huge blood net that covered the sky and the sun.

Above the blood net, runes flickered and jumped like twinkling stars. Each rune emitted a powerful and heart-pounding fluctuation, as if whispering a forbidden spell from the abyss.

Immediately afterwards, the blood net seemed to be pulled by a powerful suction force, rapidly shrinking inwards and converging towards the center frantically.

Above the astrological disk, the energy of all the blood nets condensed into a huge blood ball with a diameter of several dozen feet.

This blood ball was like a dark red sun burning with evil magic power. Blood was flowing wildly on its surface, and blood-red arcs were jumping and flashing from time to time.

Looking closely at the inside of the blood ball, one could vaguely see some blurry and distorted figures struggling in pain and twisting wildly, as if countless wronged souls were imprisoned inside. The breath of resentment and pain was overwhelming, making one feel cold.

Suddenly, the blood cell seemed unable to withstand the accumulation of internal energy and exploded.

For a moment, a loud noise like the collapse of heaven and earth spread throughout the battlefield, and countless blood-red energy threads fell in all directions like a fine rainstorm.

These silk threads did not scatter in the air. Instead, with some mysterious attraction, they formed blood-red cocoons covered with sharp blood thorns on the surface in the blink of an eye.

A strange light flowed on the blood thorns, as if it could pierce through the strongest fortress in the world, and each cocoon-like object was trembling slightly.

Then, the astrolabe trembled again, and a blood-red pulse wave spurted out from its center.

The pulse wave spread out in a spiral shape, and wherever it passed, the space seemed to be instantly ignited and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The ground was burned with shocking cracks, and the huge rocks were instantly reduced to powder, like fragile gravel. At the moment of collision, shocking black cracks spread out from the collision point like hideous wounds.

Wei Lang's figure in the air instantly flew backwards.

In the air, Wei Lang's figure was like a kite with a broken string, quickly drawing an arc.

Even Jiang Ming controlled Zhulong to rise slightly higher.

What the hell! ! ?

How come Wei Lang suddenly became so powerful that he could fight Shenyan on equal terms? ?

Didn't have time to think too much.

On the Divine Eye's side, although the blood crystal curtain wall temporarily withstood Wei Lang's attack with the support of the pulse wave, it was already on the verge of collapse.

At the collision point, blood crystal particles fell like withered blood flowers, and cracks appeared on the surface of the curtain wall, like a broken spider web, spreading densely in all directions.

The pulse wave and the energy aftermath of Wei Lang's attack continued to impact the blood crystal curtain wall. Every impact made the curtain wall tremble and emit a "buzzing" sound. Pools of sticky blood flowed down the curtain wall and dripped onto the ground, instantly corroding deep pits that emitted black smoke.

And the blood cocoon underneath finally began to move.

It's like it has life.

There was a creepy "rustling" sound coming from inside, as if thousands of small insects were struggling to get out of the cocoon.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp blood thorns on the surface of the blood cocoon shone brightly, and the blood flowed along the tips of the thorns like silk threads.

As the blood light flickered, the blood cocoon began to move slowly. With an extremely strange tacit understanding, it arranged itself into a huge spiral formation in the air, circling the astrological disk as the center, rotating slowly layer by layer.

Each blood cocoon drags a blood-red afterimage as it moves.

Suddenly, several blood cocoons at the front end of the spiral formation accelerated suddenly and shot towards the direction where Wei Lang was flying backwards like an arrow.

When approaching Wei Lang, the blood thorns on the surface of the blood cocoon suddenly spun at high speed, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it could tear the air apart. At the same time, a blood mist as thick as ink gushed out from the inside of the blood cocoon and quickly spread.

The blood cocoons, which were almost as many as eyeballs, began to explode gradually.

Immediately after
Jiang Ming went blind in the sky.

(End of this chapter)