Chapter 641 I Am The World
Han Li broke into a cold sweat and quickly distracted himself to check the Buddhist territory in the south. He could feel that the number of black goats was rapidly accumulating.
The black goat released by Wuming is composed of the breath of the devil, and is called "the devil head".
The devil hunted monks for food when he was in the Great Demon Heaven. After appearing in the hinterland of Buddhism, he immediately rioted and spread.
The ecological chain of Da Mo Tian is very simple.
As the lowest level, monks live in the Buddhist land and worship the Buddha. The demons are the opposite of the monks, as if they are transformed by hatred.
During the thousands of years Han Li was in the Great Demon Heaven, he could only come into contact with the animal stable method in order to adapt to the environment, but it was only the most superficial part, and the traces of the body and soul's demonization had not yet spread.
After he came to the world in the stomach, the role of heavenly immortal took effect and suppressed the transformation of heavenly demon.
Han Li noticed that Buddhism's countermeasures were very clever and they directly chose to sacrifice a large number of monks to be devoured by the demon.
Obviously, Buddhism is aware of the destruction of Taoism.
The island suspended in mid-air moved and flew towards the north. At the same time, it gave birth to countless palaces of flesh and blood, giving birth to monks.
The situation was indeed as Zhou Zuosan expected.
The Supreme Demon completely corrupted this world and completely became the pawn of the Three Dao Ancestors.
The Jailer Hall quietly watched the changes, witnessing unspeakable alienation in the world, with the black goat herd sweeping almost every corner of the country.
After the Taoist sect was destroyed, in just 20 years, the world's ecology was destroyed, and the heretics had no choice but to hide deep underground, hiding in the shelter left behind by the original jailer's hall.
Zhou Zuosan tried to slow down the Buddhist invasion, but to no avail.
He felt deep despair. The three ancestors in the cloud were like giants, and they could not be controlled by ordinary people at all.
Boom boom boom...
The movement of the earth falling apart became more and more intense.
The Supreme Demon hovered above the clouds, opened his mouth and exhaled a mixture of black and yellow breath, most of which was the breath of the Demon, mixed with a small amount of Buddha's breath.
It can be seen from this that the state of the supreme demon is unstable.
The figure in the clouds is looming, and the hideous and terrifying bloody mouth composed of billions of creatures is squirming slightly.
What Han Li said, "The Ancient Buddha of Burning Deng will be separated from the Supreme Demon," does not seem to be a lie. The Supreme Demon is indeed splitting.
Under the influence of the devil's aura, mountains, rivers, vegetation, rocks, all undergo indescribable transformations into flesh and blood.
The number of black goats has increased rapidly, and the density is suffocating.
Even though Zhou Zuosan discovered the shortcomings of the Supreme Demon, he still could not change the result. The law of heaven was like a mountain pressing on his shoulders.
The aura of the demon seeped into the soil, the smell of blood permeated the air, and vein-like vegetation could be seen squirming everywhere. The environment in this world was completely different.
The prison world in the stomach seems safe, but in fact, it all relies on Ren Qing.
Ren Qing is currently in retreat. The location is unknown, but it must be buried deep underground. Sooner or later, the earth will become a breeding ground for black goats.
Once the devil's aura interferes with Ren Qing, he will definitely be affected.
If you go crazy, the world in your stomach will not be able to survive alone. In the worst case, at least half of the hundreds of millions of creatures will be killed or injured.
The jailer wanted to ensure that Ren Qing's retreat went smoothly, so they could only actively attract attention.
Blood flowed from Zhou Zuosan's mouth, the high temperature emanating from his brain caused the floor tiles to begin to dissolve, and his thinking exceeded its upper limit.
The immortals and gods were silent. They did not exit the temple and endured the burning of the high temperature.
"100 years, up to 100 years."
Zhou Zuosan said in a hoarse voice, and then countless information poured into their minds. It was an extremely complicated magic weapon.
The main material turned out to be thousands of ghost root spiritual veins buried deep in the Heavenly Palace.
"Let's do it this way. You can't wait to die, right?"
Song Zongwu seemed to be very open-minded. After experiencing thousands of years of ups and downs, he looked back and didn't feel any regrets, even if he died in the hands of the supreme demon.
"Oh my God."
"The way of heaven can be seen but not touched."
"I've really been at odds with the way of heaven in this life. I'm a worm of the way of heaven, and I'm a supreme demon. Hahaha..."
Tian Daozi took a sip of wine and said while half drunk and half awake. His eyes were hazy and he didn't know what he was thinking, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Master Yuhua was a little embarrassed, with Wormtail entangled beneath him.
"also."
Mu Yi nodded and stood in the corner with Miss Bai holding swords.
Li Yaoyang said easily: "The Gu worms I have been raising for thousands of years can finally see the light of day."
The ghoul had no expression on his face: "The underworld has no objection, it has already died once anyway."
All the Sun and Moon Immortals agreed, saying that their relationship with the world in their stomachs was mutually exclusive, and they were the least qualified to choose to escape.
The immortals were reminiscing like old friends they hadn't seen for a long time, as if they didn't care about the trouble brought by Heavenly Dao, and then left one after another.
The information about the magical artifact conveyed by Zhou Zuosan can be said to be unprecedented.
The magic weapon is enough to reach the level of Corpse Relief Immortal. It may be a bit reluctant to fight against the way of heaven, but it should not be a big problem to protect oneself from the erosion of the supreme demon.
But they all know that the Supreme Demon is just an appetizer.
The emergence of the Supreme Demon comes from the Moral Heavenly Lord, but the actions of the Three Dao Ancestors are definitely not directed at the Prison Hall, and they are not qualified.
After all the immortals and gods in the palace left, the weapon refining began quietly.
Only Master Dameng remained in the first level. He stared at Zhou Zuosan and asked: "Xiao San'er, is the strangeness of the Third Dao Ancestor related to Ren Qing?"
Zhou Zuosan fell into a daze and answered after a long time: "I don't know..."
He wanted to be vague, but said dejectedly: "Everything shows that the target of the Third Dao Ancestor is Ren Qing."
In fact, even if Zhou Zuosan didn't tell others about his guess, Song Zongwu and other immortals knew it, but they didn't say it explicitly.
Even though they know that after leaving the world in their stomachs, their chances of survival will be much higher, they still choose to live and die together.
Dameng Daoist didn't ask any more questions, and after taking a look at Zhou Zuosan, he walked out of the palace.
The entire Jailer's Hall is in operation, refining magic weapons with an efficiency that races against time, and all kinds of resources used can be piled up into mountains.
According to the estimate made on Wednesday.
The Jailor Hall had to spend half of the resources of the Dameng Pavilion on magical artifacts, and countless monks were used. Even mortals could not relax, and a large number of auxiliary spiritual objects were planted.
Seeing this, Zhou Zuosan used puppets made in advance to replace part of the manpower, so as to avoid refining the magic weapon day and night, which would lead to errors in the magic weapon.
The Jailer Hall cooperated with the Heavenly Court and quickly reached mutual agreement.
Although their weapon refining styles are different, under the guidance of Zhou Zuosan, they can complement each other and benefit each other, and the weapon refining efficiency is extremely high.
In just a hundred days, the prototype of the magical weapon has been revealed.
A keel-shaped spine stands like a mountain next to Wuwei City, about a hundred meters long, with tens of thousands of monks scattered all over the surface.
Birds and beasts transport resources, and the island in the center of the lake has a refining furnace that is always on day and night, billowing thick smoke.
There is a viscous gelatinous substance similar to bone marrow in the middle of the spine, which is refined from the spiritual veins of the ghost worm roots and exudes rich ghost essence.
The progress of the current weapon refining is actually not even one ten thousandth.
The craftsman needs to perfect the magic weapon meticulously, and shape the keel bit by bit until it meets Zhou Zuosan's expectations.
Zhou Zuosan is also extremely busy.
He is always proofreading the magic weapon, and any mistake may lead to a failure, and even affect the world in his stomach.
When there were deviations in the refining of the magic weapon, Zhou Zuosan modified the steps to ensure that the final shape would not deviate.
The data he analyzes every breath is still a bit overwhelming even for a third-stage brain. However, the soul occasionally loses control and must rely on pills to support it.
Mortals have to serve in refining weapons throughout their lives. The same goes for monks. Even immortals and gods cannot avoid it.
Fortunately, with the support of the time flow rate in the world in the stomach, at least there is still enough time.
Fifty years later, a mysterious pillar appeared next to the wine lake, with countless complicated lines engraved on the surface. A large number of monks were busy at the top, and it would not take long for it to reach a thousand meters.
The magic weapon was named "Buzhou Mountain", and the inscription was completely taken over by the gods, just to make the lines closer to the trunk of the Tiandao tree.
The functionality of Buzhou Mountain is mainly to use Youyuan to assimilate the environment, as well as a defensive array.
Zhou Zuosan never thought about using Mount Buzhou to fight back against Heavenly Dao. He only wanted to protect himself by refining weapons.
He looked at the Tiandao Tree in the center of the world in his stomach. The transformation of the Tiandao Tree had never stopped, but it was becoming more and more weird and unpredictable.
No one knows Ren Qing's condition and why his promotion to heaven is so tortuous.
Even if it falls into a bottleneck, it is impossible that there will be no trace of it for thousands of years. Could it be that the promotion to Heaven has already gone too far and failed?
As Mount Buzhou takes shape, the horror that surpasses the Immortal Corpse Revealer is gradually revealed.
Thousands of ghost roots inside the magic weapon merged into one, and the concentration of Youyuan soared to the level of the Earth Immortal. Even if there were immortals and gods blocking Buzhou Mountain, the leaked Youyuan still caused sudden changes in the environment of the three realms.
This is still incomplete Buzhou Mountain.
During this period, Zhou Zuosan's body and soul were approaching the limit.
Although the brain was covered by a magic weapon, the brain tissue had already deteriorated, and black spots appeared inside and outside the brain, causing an unpleasant rancid odor to fill the palace.
Except for the maintenance weapon refiner, only Dameng Zhenren knew about Zhou Zuosan's situation.
Dameng Zhenren has advised Zhou Zuosan more than once that there is no need to keep the external magic weapon running all the time, as the brain simply cannot bear it.
But Zhou Zuosan didn't listen at all, and would rather the alienation of the three souls and the seven souls went out of control.
After a hundred years of refining, after Buzhou Mountain barely completed it, Zhou Zuosan's brain had expanded to a hundred meters in size, and the number of external magical weapons increased and the weight increased, so that his neck also had to undergo the process of magical weapon transformation.
Zhou Zuosan didn't hesitate too much, his vitality was too weak to allow time to be wasted.
Directly through the portal, Buzhou Mountain was moved to the great north-south rift in the outside world, followed closely by several magical towns.
Mount Buzhou stands above the chasm.
Just like the actual Youyuan spurting out, the flesh-and-blood mountains, rocks, vegetation suddenly shrank.
The moment the soil turned to flesh and blood, greenery sprouted, and Buzhou Mountain also gave birth to rare treasures that could increase the spiritual energy.
Buzhou Mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and a black goat will die if it touches it.
"Come on God, come on!!!"
Zhou Zuosan roared unwillingly.
Eighteen towns are connected into one, surrounding Buzhou Mountain, forming an extremely tight defense line, with immortals sitting on the top of the city wall.
And Buzhou Mountain has the power of the Heavenly Dao Tree, and the Xianghuo Immortal can also be born.
An immortal god turned into a huge [-]-meter-long shadow. It was the accumulation of tens of thousands of years in the world in the stomach, where it fought against the supreme demon.
The twisted face of the Supreme Demon emerges from the clouds. One-third is the Buddha's face and two-thirds is the demon's face. It is mixed with countless sheep's hooves and accompanied by the creepy sheep's cry.
After he noticed the formation in the jailer's hall, he showed no emotion at all.
To Tiandao, Buzhou Mountain is like a mosquito that landed on the back of his hand. Although it will affect the progress of the demonization, it is harmless after all.
The Supreme Demon retracted his head, but the Demon's aura was still raging.
The gods held their breaths and stared at the clouds. They only heard the dense bleating of sheep in the distance, and the tsunami was heading towards Mount Buzhou.
The tsunamis are all made up of black goats, their limbs intertwined together, and individuals are constantly being squeezed into minced meat.
Zhou Zuosan exhaled, his eyes filled with relief.
The demon's aura has somewhat restrained, which shows that the supreme demon decided to get rid of Buzhou Mountain first, which was not a threat but also affected all things.
Buzhou Mountain is a magic weapon at the level of the Corpse Execution Immortal. If we really leave it alone, hundreds of thousands of miles of land can be purified within ten years.
The Black Goat Tsunami arrived in an instant and hit the city wall heavily.
Cracks spread.
The monk guarding the city was not afraid. He picked up the flesh and blood tentacle extending from Buzhou Mountain and stabbed it into the back of his head, receiving a steady stream of Youyuan blessings.
The gun barrels of tens of meters were directed towards the black goats, and the Youyuan was compressed into ammunition, which fell into the tsunami and set off countless rubble.
The demon veins are all magic weapons on their heads, and they remotely control the giant puppets to fall outside the city.
The puppet named the Djinn God kills hundreds of black goats every time it attacks, but the whole body is covered with sheep.
There are also Tiandao Insect monks in the Insect Veins, holding a sword tomb shaped like a tombstone, and can control hundreds of flying swords to defend against the Black Goat.
Boom boom boom...
A gap opened in the center of the town, and hundreds of fortresses floated into the sky.
As the flames swept across the city, smoke and dust filled the area for more than a hundred miles outside the city.
During the tens of thousands of years of development of the world in the stomach, various war machines have been produced, and the types that can be preserved to this day have all been verified by war.
Buzhou Mountain's terrifying firepower suppressed the Black Goat's attack for a moment.
However, the black goats are endless, and the tsunami can't be seen to the edge, almost forming a cover, wrapping Buzhou Mountain in it, leaving only a small gap above the head, where the clouds can be seen.
After the black goat died, the remaining limbs were eaten up by the same kind, so that the surviving individuals were improving their strength without limit.
"What..."
Within ten days, the first Earth Immortal Black Goat was born in the tsunami.
The 5000-meter body covered the sky and the sun, and the breath he breathed out when he opened his mouth almost broke through the magic circle. The most important thing was that he was still getting stronger.
"Let me do it, it's time for my old bones to warm up."
Chen Changsheng stood up, and the moment his flesh turned blue, his body swelled, turning into a poisonous giant and punching off the horns.
"Take care."
Tiandaozi raised his glass and poured it out, and the wine turned into mist and dispersed.
After Chen Changsheng left the town, his feet were already covered with black goats, and his flesh and blood were being eaten crazily. Even if he was killed with venom, the aura of the devil would tirelessly penetrate into his pores.
It can be said that even if Chen Changsheng returns to Buzhou Mountain now, his corroded body will indirectly cause death and injury to his comrades.
"I am Chen Changsheng..."
Chen Changsheng stepped hard and turned into a poisonous pool within a thousand meters.
After he sits in Buzhou Mountain, the black goat is not an enemy at all, and every drop of venom will produce hundreds of millions of corpses.
But Chen Changsheng knew that the heavenly demon breath in his body could not be dispelled at all.
He saw the cheering appearance of the monks guarding the city, gritted his teeth and persisted, his memory seemed to return to the experience when he first ascended from the well, and led the disciples to establish the Jailer Hall.
"Die, bug."
Chen Changsheng concentrated the devil's aura in his left arm, and then cut it off with all his strength, trying to maintain his combat power as unaffected as possible.
One year...two years...three years...
In Chen Changsheng's fifth year out of the city.
Something unbelievable happened to the tens of millions of monks in the city. The founder of the Jailer Hall was once again submerged by the tsunami, but this time he did not have the strength to move the sheep away.
Everything in Buzhou Mountain is silent.
All along, immortals and gods have always been immortal in the eyes of ordinary monks, and they have never thought that they would die.
"Hahaha, my eternal friend, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Tiandaozi drank all the wine in one gulp, and the moment he stepped outside the city, he split into thousands of figures, controlling the overwhelming flying swords.
Only then did the monks realize that this disaster was completely caused by death but not life.
The disciples of Wuwei Taoist Temple showed grief on their faces and shouted in unison: "Tao gives birth to Tao, Wuwei Tao, disciples respectfully send off their ancestors!!!"
"It's really a pleasure."
Tian Daozi waved his hand, and a gap appeared in the tsunami. As long as the sword energy stayed, no matter how many black goats there were, it could not be healed.
The sword energy showed the force of a tornado.
The sound of gunfire continued, accompanied by the rebirth mantras of the disciples of Wuwei Taoist Temple.
Tiandaozi delayed for three years longer than Chen Changsheng and died after leaving the city for eight years. However, the overall strength of the Black Goat is still rising.
Song Zongwu opened his eyes, and just as he was about to replace Tian Daozi, his shoulders were pressed down by Li Yaoyang, who pointed at his eight eyes with a smile.
Li Yaoyang exploded, his body and soul turned into countless Gu worms.
Gu insects are related to life. Once there is large-scale casualties, he will not be able to survive alone.
Li Yaoyang persisted for seven years. At this time, the black goat group could no longer be defeated by one immortal god alone, so the heaven began to send out the Sun and Moon Immortals to cooperate.
Compared with the immortals of the Prison Hall, it is difficult for the Sun and Moon Immortals to sacrifice their lives for righteousness. They usually bury their remaining souls under the roots of the Heavenly Dao tree.
The black goat completely enveloped Buzhou Mountain, and intensifying noises could be heard inside.
…………
I don’t know how much time passed, but the tide of black goats gradually receded.
There was no trace of the Supreme Demon in mid-air, and the faces of the Three Dao Ancestors were revealed, scanning every inch of the land with strange eyes.
Lingbao Tianzun held the Dao Jue and said lightly: "I smell its breath."
Yuanshi Tianzun smiled at the corner of his mouth and played with the banned Supreme Demon in his hand: "It's not easy for two Taoists to pursue more than a dozen worlds, big and small, and only catch them in this layout."
"Although it was incomplete when we encountered the Nameless Mist, you and I worked together to grind it into powder. I originally thought of using it to refine medicine, but I didn't expect it to run away."
The Moral God was so happy that he reached into the grass and rummaged through the corpses.
"Hey, someone is still alive."
They blew away the corpses, revealing Buzhou Mountain which was still intact.
Song Zongwu's whole body was full of holes. His nearly [-]-meter-long body blocked Buzhou Mountain. Thousands of his arms were withered and mutilated. Only the arm protecting his chest was tightly clenched.
"Kill kill kill kill..."
Daodetianzun pushed away the weak Song Zongwu and said with a little pity: "He is just a ghost with no consciousness."
"If you come here in real form, you can become the Dharma God who protects the mountain."
The words they talked to seemed like they didn't care about this world at all. It was just a trap set for something from beginning to end.
"The three Taoist ancestors are not here to find me, are they?"
The Third Daozu looked at the source of the sound. It was a man with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.
Ren Qing's expression didn't know what he liked or disliked, and the aura he exuded still didn't reach the level of heaven, but it was mixed with an aura of chaos and disorder.
"The nameless fog..."
Daode Tianzun stared at Ren Qing as if looking at a treasure.
Lingbao Tianzun said compassionately: "I thought that given enough time, you could recover some of your remaining strength, but in the end, you still haven't taken that step."
Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head and said: "Even if you achieve greatness, it is impossible to escape."
"When the nameless fog, which represents the formless form of chaos, seeks to protect itself and merges with mortals, it can no longer struggle."
Ren Qing didn't panic and changed to a reclining position.
"Tai Shang Dao Ancestor, I have a question to ask you."
Daode Tianzun couldn't help but become interested, nodded and said: "It's interesting, tell me."
"Is the Supreme Demon born from your body?"
The three Daozus looked at each other, obviously surprised by Ren Qing's words, but at the same time they felt something inexplicable was wrong.
Ren Qing suddenly realized: "That's it."
"Then everything makes sense, thank you Daozu for clearing up the confusion."
Ren Qing couldn't figure it out.
If the Third Dao Ancestor had a different understanding than his own, then what was the indescribable thing he saw when he climbed the Immortal Ladder?
The purpose of the three ancestors is to find something, and spreading the jailer method seems unnecessary.
The previous conjecture that the Three Dao Ancestors were trying to restore the world was completely nonsense.
After Ren Qing got the answer from Daode Tianzun, he immediately realized that the so-called nameless fog turned into four parts after death.
The nameless fog came to this world 2 years ago, and deliberately imitated the three ancestors and gave birth to three strange and inexplicable children.
They are the pseudo-Lingbao Heavenly Lord "squirming chaos", the pseudo-Yuanshi Heavenly Lord "all things are unified" and the pseudo-moral Heavenly Lord "the mother of all things".
The information flow is where the consciousness of the Nameless Mist lies, but it is secretly hidden in Ren Qing. This may also be related to the special nature of the soul of the traveler.
The three evil gods are responsible for spreading the law of jailing and confusing the public by the way.
The three ancestors were afraid that the nameless mist would escape, so they separated some mortals 2 years ago, and then completely sealed off this world.
When the time is right, the nameless fog will once again give birth to the supreme demon.
Deliberately letting the Supreme Demon ascend to test the Three Dao Ancestors, in fact, he secretly plotted against Chen Cang and accelerated Ren Qing's growth with the help of information flow.
In the end, the Supreme Demon became a pawn of the Three Dao Ancestors, and it was also the bargaining chip used by the Nameless Mist to attract the Three Dao Ancestors to this world.
The reason why the Third Dao Ancestor was worried was probably because he was not coming in his true form, so it was difficult to suppress the nameless fog that was escaping one after another.
As for Buddhism, from beginning to end, they are poor people who are passively involved.
"It's no wonder that when you comprehend the method of ascent to immortality, your soul sinks into the ground. You three ancestors are obviously geniuses outside the sky, right?"
"Disasters such as thunder and high temperature are originally intended to kill the three evil gods."
Ren Qing patted the dust and stood up, his body dissipated in the wind like smoke, and the face of the Third Dao Ancestor suddenly became extremely ugly.
The three Daozus rose into the sky without hesitation.
They are laying out the nameless fog, and so is the nameless fog.
The world here has long been refined by the nameless mist, which is equivalent to the heaven and earth being its stomach.
When the three Dao Ancestors came to this world, it meant that the Wuming Mist's plan succeeded and swallowed up the Dao Ancestor's clone.
"Nameless Fog!!!"
The sky closed, and countless tentacles of flesh and blood grabbed the three ancestors and dragged them directly into the depths of the ground.
The world filled with corpses began to change.
The sea of wine roared in, mountain peaks emerged from the ground out of thin air, and the scarlet sun hung high in the sky, emitting scorching sunlight.
Familiar towns are revealed, Buzhou Mountain falls apart and is replaced by the Tiandao Tree.
Ren Qing's voice echoed.
"The nameless fog..."
"Forget it, I'll just call it information flow."
"When I ascend to heaven, the flow of information wants to take away my consciousness."
"But it's a pity, how could I die because of this? Even if I suffer tens of millions of years of torture, my consciousness will not be shaken at all."
"After all...I am more than one person."
Ren Qing's consciousness slowly opened Song Zongwu's protective palm, which contained numerous bones left by the gods.
Song Zong resisted the tide of black goats and collected the bones of immortal gods. He survived the last 20 years by himself.
The white bones float towards the Tiandao tree, like bright and boundless dots of stars, and one can see thoughts intertwined with each other.
Immediately, the fruit of heaven gave birth to a baby, and the incense and fire fairy gradually condensed at the roots of the tree.
Babies cried in the town, and the creatures from the world in the stomach returned one after another.
Ren Qing regained consciousness, his planet-like body was in the boundless void, and in the distance were stars revolving around the sun.
"Run away, run away, so as not to be targeted by the Third Dao Ancestor again."
(End of this chapter)
Han Li broke into a cold sweat and quickly distracted himself to check the Buddhist territory in the south. He could feel that the number of black goats was rapidly accumulating.
The black goat released by Wuming is composed of the breath of the devil, and is called "the devil head".
The devil hunted monks for food when he was in the Great Demon Heaven. After appearing in the hinterland of Buddhism, he immediately rioted and spread.
The ecological chain of Da Mo Tian is very simple.
As the lowest level, monks live in the Buddhist land and worship the Buddha. The demons are the opposite of the monks, as if they are transformed by hatred.
During the thousands of years Han Li was in the Great Demon Heaven, he could only come into contact with the animal stable method in order to adapt to the environment, but it was only the most superficial part, and the traces of the body and soul's demonization had not yet spread.
After he came to the world in the stomach, the role of heavenly immortal took effect and suppressed the transformation of heavenly demon.
Han Li noticed that Buddhism's countermeasures were very clever and they directly chose to sacrifice a large number of monks to be devoured by the demon.
Obviously, Buddhism is aware of the destruction of Taoism.
The island suspended in mid-air moved and flew towards the north. At the same time, it gave birth to countless palaces of flesh and blood, giving birth to monks.
The situation was indeed as Zhou Zuosan expected.
The Supreme Demon completely corrupted this world and completely became the pawn of the Three Dao Ancestors.
The Jailer Hall quietly watched the changes, witnessing unspeakable alienation in the world, with the black goat herd sweeping almost every corner of the country.
After the Taoist sect was destroyed, in just 20 years, the world's ecology was destroyed, and the heretics had no choice but to hide deep underground, hiding in the shelter left behind by the original jailer's hall.
Zhou Zuosan tried to slow down the Buddhist invasion, but to no avail.
He felt deep despair. The three ancestors in the cloud were like giants, and they could not be controlled by ordinary people at all.
Boom boom boom...
The movement of the earth falling apart became more and more intense.
The Supreme Demon hovered above the clouds, opened his mouth and exhaled a mixture of black and yellow breath, most of which was the breath of the Demon, mixed with a small amount of Buddha's breath.
It can be seen from this that the state of the supreme demon is unstable.
The figure in the clouds is looming, and the hideous and terrifying bloody mouth composed of billions of creatures is squirming slightly.
What Han Li said, "The Ancient Buddha of Burning Deng will be separated from the Supreme Demon," does not seem to be a lie. The Supreme Demon is indeed splitting.
Under the influence of the devil's aura, mountains, rivers, vegetation, rocks, all undergo indescribable transformations into flesh and blood.
The number of black goats has increased rapidly, and the density is suffocating.
Even though Zhou Zuosan discovered the shortcomings of the Supreme Demon, he still could not change the result. The law of heaven was like a mountain pressing on his shoulders.
The aura of the demon seeped into the soil, the smell of blood permeated the air, and vein-like vegetation could be seen squirming everywhere. The environment in this world was completely different.
The prison world in the stomach seems safe, but in fact, it all relies on Ren Qing.
Ren Qing is currently in retreat. The location is unknown, but it must be buried deep underground. Sooner or later, the earth will become a breeding ground for black goats.
Once the devil's aura interferes with Ren Qing, he will definitely be affected.
If you go crazy, the world in your stomach will not be able to survive alone. In the worst case, at least half of the hundreds of millions of creatures will be killed or injured.
The jailer wanted to ensure that Ren Qing's retreat went smoothly, so they could only actively attract attention.
Blood flowed from Zhou Zuosan's mouth, the high temperature emanating from his brain caused the floor tiles to begin to dissolve, and his thinking exceeded its upper limit.
The immortals and gods were silent. They did not exit the temple and endured the burning of the high temperature.
"100 years, up to 100 years."
Zhou Zuosan said in a hoarse voice, and then countless information poured into their minds. It was an extremely complicated magic weapon.
The main material turned out to be thousands of ghost root spiritual veins buried deep in the Heavenly Palace.
"Let's do it this way. You can't wait to die, right?"
Song Zongwu seemed to be very open-minded. After experiencing thousands of years of ups and downs, he looked back and didn't feel any regrets, even if he died in the hands of the supreme demon.
"Oh my God."
"The way of heaven can be seen but not touched."
"I've really been at odds with the way of heaven in this life. I'm a worm of the way of heaven, and I'm a supreme demon. Hahaha..."
Tian Daozi took a sip of wine and said while half drunk and half awake. His eyes were hazy and he didn't know what he was thinking, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Master Yuhua was a little embarrassed, with Wormtail entangled beneath him.
"also."
Mu Yi nodded and stood in the corner with Miss Bai holding swords.
Li Yaoyang said easily: "The Gu worms I have been raising for thousands of years can finally see the light of day."
The ghoul had no expression on his face: "The underworld has no objection, it has already died once anyway."
All the Sun and Moon Immortals agreed, saying that their relationship with the world in their stomachs was mutually exclusive, and they were the least qualified to choose to escape.
The immortals were reminiscing like old friends they hadn't seen for a long time, as if they didn't care about the trouble brought by Heavenly Dao, and then left one after another.
The information about the magical artifact conveyed by Zhou Zuosan can be said to be unprecedented.
The magic weapon is enough to reach the level of Corpse Relief Immortal. It may be a bit reluctant to fight against the way of heaven, but it should not be a big problem to protect oneself from the erosion of the supreme demon.
But they all know that the Supreme Demon is just an appetizer.
The emergence of the Supreme Demon comes from the Moral Heavenly Lord, but the actions of the Three Dao Ancestors are definitely not directed at the Prison Hall, and they are not qualified.
After all the immortals and gods in the palace left, the weapon refining began quietly.
Only Master Dameng remained in the first level. He stared at Zhou Zuosan and asked: "Xiao San'er, is the strangeness of the Third Dao Ancestor related to Ren Qing?"
Zhou Zuosan fell into a daze and answered after a long time: "I don't know..."
He wanted to be vague, but said dejectedly: "Everything shows that the target of the Third Dao Ancestor is Ren Qing."
In fact, even if Zhou Zuosan didn't tell others about his guess, Song Zongwu and other immortals knew it, but they didn't say it explicitly.
Even though they know that after leaving the world in their stomachs, their chances of survival will be much higher, they still choose to live and die together.
Dameng Daoist didn't ask any more questions, and after taking a look at Zhou Zuosan, he walked out of the palace.
The entire Jailer's Hall is in operation, refining magic weapons with an efficiency that races against time, and all kinds of resources used can be piled up into mountains.
According to the estimate made on Wednesday.
The Jailor Hall had to spend half of the resources of the Dameng Pavilion on magical artifacts, and countless monks were used. Even mortals could not relax, and a large number of auxiliary spiritual objects were planted.
Seeing this, Zhou Zuosan used puppets made in advance to replace part of the manpower, so as to avoid refining the magic weapon day and night, which would lead to errors in the magic weapon.
The Jailer Hall cooperated with the Heavenly Court and quickly reached mutual agreement.
Although their weapon refining styles are different, under the guidance of Zhou Zuosan, they can complement each other and benefit each other, and the weapon refining efficiency is extremely high.
In just a hundred days, the prototype of the magical weapon has been revealed.
A keel-shaped spine stands like a mountain next to Wuwei City, about a hundred meters long, with tens of thousands of monks scattered all over the surface.
Birds and beasts transport resources, and the island in the center of the lake has a refining furnace that is always on day and night, billowing thick smoke.
There is a viscous gelatinous substance similar to bone marrow in the middle of the spine, which is refined from the spiritual veins of the ghost worm roots and exudes rich ghost essence.
The progress of the current weapon refining is actually not even one ten thousandth.
The craftsman needs to perfect the magic weapon meticulously, and shape the keel bit by bit until it meets Zhou Zuosan's expectations.
Zhou Zuosan is also extremely busy.
He is always proofreading the magic weapon, and any mistake may lead to a failure, and even affect the world in his stomach.
When there were deviations in the refining of the magic weapon, Zhou Zuosan modified the steps to ensure that the final shape would not deviate.
The data he analyzes every breath is still a bit overwhelming even for a third-stage brain. However, the soul occasionally loses control and must rely on pills to support it.
Mortals have to serve in refining weapons throughout their lives. The same goes for monks. Even immortals and gods cannot avoid it.
Fortunately, with the support of the time flow rate in the world in the stomach, at least there is still enough time.
Fifty years later, a mysterious pillar appeared next to the wine lake, with countless complicated lines engraved on the surface. A large number of monks were busy at the top, and it would not take long for it to reach a thousand meters.
The magic weapon was named "Buzhou Mountain", and the inscription was completely taken over by the gods, just to make the lines closer to the trunk of the Tiandao tree.
The functionality of Buzhou Mountain is mainly to use Youyuan to assimilate the environment, as well as a defensive array.
Zhou Zuosan never thought about using Mount Buzhou to fight back against Heavenly Dao. He only wanted to protect himself by refining weapons.
He looked at the Tiandao Tree in the center of the world in his stomach. The transformation of the Tiandao Tree had never stopped, but it was becoming more and more weird and unpredictable.
No one knows Ren Qing's condition and why his promotion to heaven is so tortuous.
Even if it falls into a bottleneck, it is impossible that there will be no trace of it for thousands of years. Could it be that the promotion to Heaven has already gone too far and failed?
As Mount Buzhou takes shape, the horror that surpasses the Immortal Corpse Revealer is gradually revealed.
Thousands of ghost roots inside the magic weapon merged into one, and the concentration of Youyuan soared to the level of the Earth Immortal. Even if there were immortals and gods blocking Buzhou Mountain, the leaked Youyuan still caused sudden changes in the environment of the three realms.
This is still incomplete Buzhou Mountain.
During this period, Zhou Zuosan's body and soul were approaching the limit.
Although the brain was covered by a magic weapon, the brain tissue had already deteriorated, and black spots appeared inside and outside the brain, causing an unpleasant rancid odor to fill the palace.
Except for the maintenance weapon refiner, only Dameng Zhenren knew about Zhou Zuosan's situation.
Dameng Zhenren has advised Zhou Zuosan more than once that there is no need to keep the external magic weapon running all the time, as the brain simply cannot bear it.
But Zhou Zuosan didn't listen at all, and would rather the alienation of the three souls and the seven souls went out of control.
After a hundred years of refining, after Buzhou Mountain barely completed it, Zhou Zuosan's brain had expanded to a hundred meters in size, and the number of external magical weapons increased and the weight increased, so that his neck also had to undergo the process of magical weapon transformation.
Zhou Zuosan didn't hesitate too much, his vitality was too weak to allow time to be wasted.
Directly through the portal, Buzhou Mountain was moved to the great north-south rift in the outside world, followed closely by several magical towns.
Mount Buzhou stands above the chasm.
Just like the actual Youyuan spurting out, the flesh-and-blood mountains, rocks, vegetation suddenly shrank.
The moment the soil turned to flesh and blood, greenery sprouted, and Buzhou Mountain also gave birth to rare treasures that could increase the spiritual energy.
Buzhou Mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and a black goat will die if it touches it.
"Come on God, come on!!!"
Zhou Zuosan roared unwillingly.
Eighteen towns are connected into one, surrounding Buzhou Mountain, forming an extremely tight defense line, with immortals sitting on the top of the city wall.
And Buzhou Mountain has the power of the Heavenly Dao Tree, and the Xianghuo Immortal can also be born.
An immortal god turned into a huge [-]-meter-long shadow. It was the accumulation of tens of thousands of years in the world in the stomach, where it fought against the supreme demon.
The twisted face of the Supreme Demon emerges from the clouds. One-third is the Buddha's face and two-thirds is the demon's face. It is mixed with countless sheep's hooves and accompanied by the creepy sheep's cry.
After he noticed the formation in the jailer's hall, he showed no emotion at all.
To Tiandao, Buzhou Mountain is like a mosquito that landed on the back of his hand. Although it will affect the progress of the demonization, it is harmless after all.
The Supreme Demon retracted his head, but the Demon's aura was still raging.
The gods held their breaths and stared at the clouds. They only heard the dense bleating of sheep in the distance, and the tsunami was heading towards Mount Buzhou.
The tsunamis are all made up of black goats, their limbs intertwined together, and individuals are constantly being squeezed into minced meat.
Zhou Zuosan exhaled, his eyes filled with relief.
The demon's aura has somewhat restrained, which shows that the supreme demon decided to get rid of Buzhou Mountain first, which was not a threat but also affected all things.
Buzhou Mountain is a magic weapon at the level of the Corpse Execution Immortal. If we really leave it alone, hundreds of thousands of miles of land can be purified within ten years.
The Black Goat Tsunami arrived in an instant and hit the city wall heavily.
Cracks spread.
The monk guarding the city was not afraid. He picked up the flesh and blood tentacle extending from Buzhou Mountain and stabbed it into the back of his head, receiving a steady stream of Youyuan blessings.
The gun barrels of tens of meters were directed towards the black goats, and the Youyuan was compressed into ammunition, which fell into the tsunami and set off countless rubble.
The demon veins are all magic weapons on their heads, and they remotely control the giant puppets to fall outside the city.
The puppet named the Djinn God kills hundreds of black goats every time it attacks, but the whole body is covered with sheep.
There are also Tiandao Insect monks in the Insect Veins, holding a sword tomb shaped like a tombstone, and can control hundreds of flying swords to defend against the Black Goat.
Boom boom boom...
A gap opened in the center of the town, and hundreds of fortresses floated into the sky.
As the flames swept across the city, smoke and dust filled the area for more than a hundred miles outside the city.
During the tens of thousands of years of development of the world in the stomach, various war machines have been produced, and the types that can be preserved to this day have all been verified by war.
Buzhou Mountain's terrifying firepower suppressed the Black Goat's attack for a moment.
However, the black goats are endless, and the tsunami can't be seen to the edge, almost forming a cover, wrapping Buzhou Mountain in it, leaving only a small gap above the head, where the clouds can be seen.
After the black goat died, the remaining limbs were eaten up by the same kind, so that the surviving individuals were improving their strength without limit.
"What..."
Within ten days, the first Earth Immortal Black Goat was born in the tsunami.
The 5000-meter body covered the sky and the sun, and the breath he breathed out when he opened his mouth almost broke through the magic circle. The most important thing was that he was still getting stronger.
"Let me do it, it's time for my old bones to warm up."
Chen Changsheng stood up, and the moment his flesh turned blue, his body swelled, turning into a poisonous giant and punching off the horns.
"Take care."
Tiandaozi raised his glass and poured it out, and the wine turned into mist and dispersed.
After Chen Changsheng left the town, his feet were already covered with black goats, and his flesh and blood were being eaten crazily. Even if he was killed with venom, the aura of the devil would tirelessly penetrate into his pores.
It can be said that even if Chen Changsheng returns to Buzhou Mountain now, his corroded body will indirectly cause death and injury to his comrades.
"I am Chen Changsheng..."
Chen Changsheng stepped hard and turned into a poisonous pool within a thousand meters.
After he sits in Buzhou Mountain, the black goat is not an enemy at all, and every drop of venom will produce hundreds of millions of corpses.
But Chen Changsheng knew that the heavenly demon breath in his body could not be dispelled at all.
He saw the cheering appearance of the monks guarding the city, gritted his teeth and persisted, his memory seemed to return to the experience when he first ascended from the well, and led the disciples to establish the Jailer Hall.
"Die, bug."
Chen Changsheng concentrated the devil's aura in his left arm, and then cut it off with all his strength, trying to maintain his combat power as unaffected as possible.
One year...two years...three years...
In Chen Changsheng's fifth year out of the city.
Something unbelievable happened to the tens of millions of monks in the city. The founder of the Jailer Hall was once again submerged by the tsunami, but this time he did not have the strength to move the sheep away.
Everything in Buzhou Mountain is silent.
All along, immortals and gods have always been immortal in the eyes of ordinary monks, and they have never thought that they would die.
"Hahaha, my eternal friend, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Tiandaozi drank all the wine in one gulp, and the moment he stepped outside the city, he split into thousands of figures, controlling the overwhelming flying swords.
Only then did the monks realize that this disaster was completely caused by death but not life.
The disciples of Wuwei Taoist Temple showed grief on their faces and shouted in unison: "Tao gives birth to Tao, Wuwei Tao, disciples respectfully send off their ancestors!!!"
"It's really a pleasure."
Tian Daozi waved his hand, and a gap appeared in the tsunami. As long as the sword energy stayed, no matter how many black goats there were, it could not be healed.
The sword energy showed the force of a tornado.
The sound of gunfire continued, accompanied by the rebirth mantras of the disciples of Wuwei Taoist Temple.
Tiandaozi delayed for three years longer than Chen Changsheng and died after leaving the city for eight years. However, the overall strength of the Black Goat is still rising.
Song Zongwu opened his eyes, and just as he was about to replace Tian Daozi, his shoulders were pressed down by Li Yaoyang, who pointed at his eight eyes with a smile.
Li Yaoyang exploded, his body and soul turned into countless Gu worms.
Gu insects are related to life. Once there is large-scale casualties, he will not be able to survive alone.
Li Yaoyang persisted for seven years. At this time, the black goat group could no longer be defeated by one immortal god alone, so the heaven began to send out the Sun and Moon Immortals to cooperate.
Compared with the immortals of the Prison Hall, it is difficult for the Sun and Moon Immortals to sacrifice their lives for righteousness. They usually bury their remaining souls under the roots of the Heavenly Dao tree.
The black goat completely enveloped Buzhou Mountain, and intensifying noises could be heard inside.
…………
I don’t know how much time passed, but the tide of black goats gradually receded.
There was no trace of the Supreme Demon in mid-air, and the faces of the Three Dao Ancestors were revealed, scanning every inch of the land with strange eyes.
Lingbao Tianzun held the Dao Jue and said lightly: "I smell its breath."
Yuanshi Tianzun smiled at the corner of his mouth and played with the banned Supreme Demon in his hand: "It's not easy for two Taoists to pursue more than a dozen worlds, big and small, and only catch them in this layout."
"Although it was incomplete when we encountered the Nameless Mist, you and I worked together to grind it into powder. I originally thought of using it to refine medicine, but I didn't expect it to run away."
The Moral God was so happy that he reached into the grass and rummaged through the corpses.
"Hey, someone is still alive."
They blew away the corpses, revealing Buzhou Mountain which was still intact.
Song Zongwu's whole body was full of holes. His nearly [-]-meter-long body blocked Buzhou Mountain. Thousands of his arms were withered and mutilated. Only the arm protecting his chest was tightly clenched.
"Kill kill kill kill..."
Daodetianzun pushed away the weak Song Zongwu and said with a little pity: "He is just a ghost with no consciousness."
"If you come here in real form, you can become the Dharma God who protects the mountain."
The words they talked to seemed like they didn't care about this world at all. It was just a trap set for something from beginning to end.
"The three Taoist ancestors are not here to find me, are they?"
The Third Daozu looked at the source of the sound. It was a man with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.
Ren Qing's expression didn't know what he liked or disliked, and the aura he exuded still didn't reach the level of heaven, but it was mixed with an aura of chaos and disorder.
"The nameless fog..."
Daode Tianzun stared at Ren Qing as if looking at a treasure.
Lingbao Tianzun said compassionately: "I thought that given enough time, you could recover some of your remaining strength, but in the end, you still haven't taken that step."
Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head and said: "Even if you achieve greatness, it is impossible to escape."
"When the nameless fog, which represents the formless form of chaos, seeks to protect itself and merges with mortals, it can no longer struggle."
Ren Qing didn't panic and changed to a reclining position.
"Tai Shang Dao Ancestor, I have a question to ask you."
Daode Tianzun couldn't help but become interested, nodded and said: "It's interesting, tell me."
"Is the Supreme Demon born from your body?"
The three Daozus looked at each other, obviously surprised by Ren Qing's words, but at the same time they felt something inexplicable was wrong.
Ren Qing suddenly realized: "That's it."
"Then everything makes sense, thank you Daozu for clearing up the confusion."
Ren Qing couldn't figure it out.
If the Third Dao Ancestor had a different understanding than his own, then what was the indescribable thing he saw when he climbed the Immortal Ladder?
The purpose of the three ancestors is to find something, and spreading the jailer method seems unnecessary.
The previous conjecture that the Three Dao Ancestors were trying to restore the world was completely nonsense.
After Ren Qing got the answer from Daode Tianzun, he immediately realized that the so-called nameless fog turned into four parts after death.
The nameless fog came to this world 2 years ago, and deliberately imitated the three ancestors and gave birth to three strange and inexplicable children.
They are the pseudo-Lingbao Heavenly Lord "squirming chaos", the pseudo-Yuanshi Heavenly Lord "all things are unified" and the pseudo-moral Heavenly Lord "the mother of all things".
The information flow is where the consciousness of the Nameless Mist lies, but it is secretly hidden in Ren Qing. This may also be related to the special nature of the soul of the traveler.
The three evil gods are responsible for spreading the law of jailing and confusing the public by the way.
The three ancestors were afraid that the nameless mist would escape, so they separated some mortals 2 years ago, and then completely sealed off this world.
When the time is right, the nameless fog will once again give birth to the supreme demon.
Deliberately letting the Supreme Demon ascend to test the Three Dao Ancestors, in fact, he secretly plotted against Chen Cang and accelerated Ren Qing's growth with the help of information flow.
In the end, the Supreme Demon became a pawn of the Three Dao Ancestors, and it was also the bargaining chip used by the Nameless Mist to attract the Three Dao Ancestors to this world.
The reason why the Third Dao Ancestor was worried was probably because he was not coming in his true form, so it was difficult to suppress the nameless fog that was escaping one after another.
As for Buddhism, from beginning to end, they are poor people who are passively involved.
"It's no wonder that when you comprehend the method of ascent to immortality, your soul sinks into the ground. You three ancestors are obviously geniuses outside the sky, right?"
"Disasters such as thunder and high temperature are originally intended to kill the three evil gods."
Ren Qing patted the dust and stood up, his body dissipated in the wind like smoke, and the face of the Third Dao Ancestor suddenly became extremely ugly.
The three Daozus rose into the sky without hesitation.
They are laying out the nameless fog, and so is the nameless fog.
The world here has long been refined by the nameless mist, which is equivalent to the heaven and earth being its stomach.
When the three Dao Ancestors came to this world, it meant that the Wuming Mist's plan succeeded and swallowed up the Dao Ancestor's clone.
"Nameless Fog!!!"
The sky closed, and countless tentacles of flesh and blood grabbed the three ancestors and dragged them directly into the depths of the ground.
The world filled with corpses began to change.
The sea of wine roared in, mountain peaks emerged from the ground out of thin air, and the scarlet sun hung high in the sky, emitting scorching sunlight.
Familiar towns are revealed, Buzhou Mountain falls apart and is replaced by the Tiandao Tree.
Ren Qing's voice echoed.
"The nameless fog..."
"Forget it, I'll just call it information flow."
"When I ascend to heaven, the flow of information wants to take away my consciousness."
"But it's a pity, how could I die because of this? Even if I suffer tens of millions of years of torture, my consciousness will not be shaken at all."
"After all...I am more than one person."
Ren Qing's consciousness slowly opened Song Zongwu's protective palm, which contained numerous bones left by the gods.
Song Zong resisted the tide of black goats and collected the bones of immortal gods. He survived the last 20 years by himself.
The white bones float towards the Tiandao tree, like bright and boundless dots of stars, and one can see thoughts intertwined with each other.
Immediately, the fruit of heaven gave birth to a baby, and the incense and fire fairy gradually condensed at the roots of the tree.
Babies cried in the town, and the creatures from the world in the stomach returned one after another.
Ren Qing regained consciousness, his planet-like body was in the boundless void, and in the distance were stars revolving around the sun.
"Run away, run away, so as not to be targeted by the Third Dao Ancestor again."
(End of this chapter)
