Chapter 136

The last thunderbolt fell on Su Jinzhou in the illusion.

At the same time, the two people's scattered spiritual power also collected the tortoise shells from all over the place.

The thunder tribulation produced a momentary shadow.

Now is the time!

Ji Tang pinched his fingers and pointed at the thunder tribulation, "Break!"

The thunder dragon shook more and more violently, and its head began to become transparent, followed by the dragon body that circled for hundreds of feet, and finally the dragon tail.

Soon, there was no trace of the thunder dragon in the sky, as if the thunder disaster had never appeared. The dark clouds faded away, and the sky became clear.

After a while, the surroundings showed signs of being shrouded in darkness again.

Ji Tang hurriedly took the tortoise shells that Su Jinzhou had taken back. Before darkness filled his vision, he sent out all the tortoise shells in his hand according to the rules and with the power of his soul.

These tortoise shells are the sum of the illusion she is in and the illusion Su Jinzhou is in. Based on the illusion of the coral cave outside the sea area of ​​Wei Hai Palace a thousand years ago and the two illusions now, she deduced the layout of the black lord's illusion. She did the opposite and placed the tortoise shells in different positions, and then cast the Nightmare Clan's high-level illusion - the Art of Returning All Dreams to the Abyss.

This spell needs the support of the Nightmare Yuanyan Upper Spell to be performed. The Nightmare Soul Pill is spinning rapidly at this time, and the tremendous power condenses into the skeleton of the Wanmeng Guixu Spell. The spell is gradually built up in the endless nightmare energy.

The scene in front of them suddenly changed.

Su Jinzhou directly tied his spiritual power to Ji Tang to prevent the situation of being separated just now from happening again.

"Is it done?" he asked.

Ji Tang didn't know whether it succeeded or not. The darkness didn't continue to descend, but time seemed to have stopped again, just like when they first entered the illusion.

Just as the two were observing carefully, a child's cry suddenly sounded in front of them.

Su Jinzhou: "We are still in the illusion."

Ji Tang was immediately certain, and her demeanor relaxed slightly, "From the sound of this crying, it's not from your childhood, nor from my childhood. Now it's certain!"

Only the purebloods of the Nightmare Clan can perform the "Wan Meng Gui Xu" technique, because performing it requires the assistance of the Nightmare Clan's supreme martial arts, and the supreme martial arts can only be obtained by the purebloods who have received the inheritance.

After this spell is cast, it only takes a breath or a blink of an eye for the person who is hit, but the person who casts the spell can see the other person's memory or dream.

Ji Tang could take this opportunity to learn about the black-clothed lord's origin, cultivation level, and various habits when setting up the formation.

The two walked towards where the sound came from.

The darkness fell behind them as they walked, disappearing silently.

Ji Tang glanced at the dissipating darkness behind him and said to Su Jinzhou, "We have completely entered the black lord's memory or dream."

Su Jinzhou nodded slightly.

The child squatted in a dirty corner of the alley, crying as he picked up the broken pottery bowl. There was a small water mark on the ground.

He held the fragments in both hands and licked the water inside with his tongue, but his tongue was cut and blood immediately flowed from the corners of his open mouth.

He curled up in pain and looked up at the sky.

The sun was shining brightly and the ground was scorching hot from the high temperature.

There was no sign of rain, so the little boy lowered his head in disappointment and leaned back, using the small shadows of the two earthen walls to block the sun.

Jitang immediately thought of the Black Lord when he was a child.

The Wanmeng Guixu Jue was built by Jitang, and she is the master here.

She hid herself and Su Jinzhou so as not to disturb the memory. The little boy could not see them and just buried his head in the sun.

Ji Tang said, "Anything that the Black Lord could remember or dream about must have left a deep impression on him. I don't know how old that old man is, but he can still remember such a young age. It seems that this memory is very important to him."

Su Jinzhou observed his surroundings and said, "This should be Chuanhuangzhou."

He pointed to a statue standing outside the low wall. "Xia Ming is a country of cultivation, and even common people can perform some low-level magic. The most famous sect in Xia Ming is the Zheng Kun Sect. Unfortunately, the sect leader is always self-admiring and arrogant."

"The statue holds his life-defining magic weapon, the Hundred Revolving Exquisite Heart. He's the only one who dares to sculpt his life-defining magic weapon into an image for thousands of people to see."

Jitang looked at the huge statue and couldn't help but laugh: "I see."

Su Jinzhou's expression also softened considerably. "Xia Ming State is located in Huangzhou, Sichuan. I read this in ancient books a long time ago."

"The climate here is really unbearable." Ji Tang looked back at the little boy, "I didn't expect the Black Lord was like this when he was young, little beggar?"

Ji Tang and Su Jinzhou didn't wait for a while before they saw a few people walking towards the end of the alley.

They walked in this dirty and messy alley with disgust on their faces, and when they saw little beggars like the Lord in Black, they would pick them up and examine them.

The boy shrank further inward, but the angle was so small that he had nowhere to retreat.

Several people quickly came to him and lifted him up as before.

One person asked, "How old are you?"

He answered hesitantly, "No, I don't know..."

The person who spoke frowned even more and threw the person behind him impatiently, "Test him."

The little boy screamed in fright in mid-air and was caught by another person.

The man didn't waste any words, put his hand on his forehead, and then input spiritual power.

Ji Tang: "Are they testing whether he has spiritual roots?"

Su Jinzhou nodded. "This kind of thing is very common in Xiaming Country. To strengthen their own power, various sects and schools will periodically come out to look for these homeless children and take those with spiritual roots back home. They call this 'scavenging garbage.'"

Ji Tang's eyes flashed with surprise, "They really don't treat me as a human being!"

The boy was so frightened that he dared not move in the man's hands. After a moment, the man withdrew his hand and threw him to someone else, saying, "Take him back."

The leader gave him a look of surprise and said, "Are you a person with spiritual roots? You've been lucky this time. I can report back when I get back."

The boy's fate was easily changed by a few people.

The space fluctuated in an instant, and Ji Tang and Su Jinzhou were already in the sect.

The little boy also changed from a beggar to an outer disciple wearing disciple uniform.

Ji Tang watched him struggle step by step, being bullied by his fellow disciples and used as bait by his inner sect brothers and sisters to capture spirit beasts.

He escaped death many times, but was always forgotten by his fellow disciples. Even the head who supervised the outer disciples was a greedy person who only cared about spirit stones. The tasks he assigned to him were worse and more dangerous each time.

He struggled at the bottom of society, living a worthless life. He became more and more silent, hiding from people. Every day was dark and gloomy, and he lived like a walking corpse.

He grew from a boy to a young man. His fellow disciples had already entered the inner sect, but he was still doing the dirtiest and most tiring work in the outer sect, and no one cared about him.

His life was gray, and he could see the end at a glance. He seemed to be used to it, until he met his inner sect master, and his chance finally came.

This master may have just taken him in on a whim. Although he still did some odd jobs, his status had been promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple.

A glimmer of hope finally appeared in his life, and he began to work hard. After finishing the task at hand, he would run to the place where his senior brothers and sisters practiced martial arts and learn a few moves.

If he meets someone with a good temper, no one will care about him. But if he meets someone with a bad temper, he will be beaten out and return home injured.

He persisted in this way for many years, and finally his master noticed him. The master began to teach him, and he learned very attentively.

He had a good understanding, and when someone really taught him, he made rapid progress. In just a hundred years, he caught up with his fellow disciples, and his master looked at him differently.

He is no longer the small follower who can be ordered around by others. When he walks on the street, people will greet him with courtesy and call him "senior brother".

He began to get used to his current life, as if he had forgotten the suffering he had endured in the past.

Seeing his high-spirited appearance, Ji Tang chatted leisurely with Su Jinzhou, "In order to expand his own power, he was willing to risk the heavens and send his clone to the cultivation world. His pursuit of power is too fanatical. I see that he is living a good life now, so why would he have such a strong desire for power?"

Su Jinzhou said, "Maybe we'll encounter some setbacks later."

Ji Tang guessed, "Emotional injury? Betrayed by a brother? Or was he dragged out as bait by a fellow disciple?"

She guessed none of them correctly.

The Lord in Black improved his cultivation smoothly to a level that was beyond the reach of others.

From an unknown outer disciple, he grew step by step to become the elder and the master of the sect.

Of course, Jitang also got a glimpse of his habits and tricks in setting up the formation.

After that, he gradually developed his sect and integrated forces until he could compete with the Zhengkun Sect, and then replaced the Zhengkun Sect to become the number one sect in Xiaming Country. Finally, he aspired to rule Chuanhuangzhou, and he also successfully transcended the tribulation and ascended to the immortal class.

Ji Tang clapped his hands, "Well, we thought he was so eager for power because of some kind of stimulation. After all this fuss, he has been rising straight to the top and is used to holding power."

Su Jinzhou said, "I think the Immortal Realm is filled with talented people, so it would be difficult for him to achieve great things. He is superior to everyone in the world of cultivation, but not necessarily in the Immortal Realm. This can be considered a gap."

Jitang wanted to see what the fairyland was like through the black-clothed lord, but he found that the spatial turbulence became more intense.

Her expression changed, "The Lord in Black has noticed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wanmeng Guixu Jue was interrupted by the black-robed lord's spell. The space where the two were located was distorted, and then they appeared in the demon tribe.

As soon as they appeared here, the black lord's attack followed.

Ji Tang and Su Jinzhou had been waiting for this moment and immediately went forward to meet them.

The Lord in Black: "Little guy, you seemed to have played a little trick in my illusion just now."

Ji Tang attacked with spells one after another, throwing high-level spells at her like they were free. "Otherwise, should I just surrender in your illusion?"

Ji Tang has returned to his peak and, together with Su Jinzhou, he is no match for the Lord in Black.

It is true that the Lord in Black is extremely powerful, but he is restricted by the laws of nature and can only appear in the world of cultivation using his clones.

The black-robed lord obviously understood this as well. His purpose was not so much to confront Ji Tang and the other two as to lay out a big chess game.

He regards the entire underworld as a chessboard, and all races on the chessboard are his chess pieces.

The longer Jitang fought with him, the more he felt something was wrong.

The black-robed lord seemed to be stalling for time. He did not fight them seriously and chose to avoid them most of the time, which made the two men suspicious.

Ji Tang and Su Jinzhou exchanged glances, and then both stepped back at the same time.

Su Jinzhou removed the seven-ring soul-trapping formation. The moment the formation was removed, a huge roar that shook the sky and the earth suddenly poured into the space where they were.

Amidst the roar, sharp screams and roars flashed by like thunder.

They looked up at the sky, and the fiery clouds became thicker and thicker. It was not a natural change, but the result of some kind of magic.

The only thing that could cause such an effect, turning the demon tribe into a cage of orange flames, could come from one formation - the Demon Earth Binding Formation.