"The universe resides in your hand, and all transformations are within your body!"
Bai Cang let out a soft shout, and in a flash, he transformed into a gust of Netherworld Wind, merging into countless dark whirlwinds.
It was a little awkward at first, but it quickly became smooth and rounded.
Looking at Bai Cang, who sometimes colluded with Jiu You Yin Feng, sometimes acted like a wolf in sheep's clothing, and sometimes seemed to be in perfect harmony with him.
King Zhouyin fell into a deep silence.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?
I was originally planning to offer some advice when the other party couldn't hold on any longer, so as to take the opportunity to gain a favor.
But why does he feel like he's the one who needs guidance?
Am I really completely ignorant about the Netherworld?
Fortunately, his condition did not last long.
The yin winds of the Nine Netherworlds come quickly and go quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was already whistling towards the entrance of the passage.
Bai Cang's figure materialized, and he even seemed somewhat "reluctant" to leave. "That's it? It seems the Nine Netherworld Wind isn't so scary after all!"
To avoid the three calamities, of course one must use the art of transformation!
Surely no one is really that foolish as to try and withstand all three disasters?
Bai Cang doesn't understand any transformation techniques, but he possesses a great many Heavenly and Earthly Divine Powers.
Especially when combined with "Xin Yi Shen Shu" (Heart-Mind Divine Number) and "Yan Xuan Zao Hua" (Manipulating Creation), it's simply a "killer move"!
If it weren't for the excessive mental exertion, Bai Cang could perform a thousand different transformations at any time.
Moreover, every change is guaranteed to be exactly the same as the real thing.
Because that's the real deal!
"Boom!"
Just then, as Bai Cang finished speaking, thunder rumbled in the void.
Countless crimson lightning bolts converged into a sky full of scarlet thunder, baring their fangs and claws, about to crash down.
Bai Cang had only one thought in his mind: He was just showing off, did he really need to be struck by lightning immediately?
"Be careful, the third tribulation is coming..."
Seeing that Bai Cang seemed to be in a daze, the Great God Zhou Yin quickly reminded him.
At the same time, Bai Cang's thoughts shifted, his sleeves billowed, and endless death energy gathered, weaving into howling Netherworld winds.
Amidst the gathering of dark clouds, crimson lightning flashed like snakes, and scarlet thunder roared like dragons. The boundless, dark winds of the Nine Netherworlds densely packed together, layer upon layer, enveloping the sky, as if forming a mountain of wind, reflecting the crimson thunder.
Dragons and snakes coiled in the sky, while the wind below raged like a stormy sea.
"What is this guy doing? Is he looking for death?"
Seeing this, the Great God King Zhouyin was extremely puzzled and couldn't help but ponder to himself.
The calamities that threaten one's life, especially natural disasters like this, must not be allowed to occur simultaneously.
Otherwise, if the two are combined, they will be ten or a hundred times more terrifying. For example, Yin Wind and Blood Thunder will combine to form Gang Wind and Xuan Thunder.
What others avoid like the plague, Bai Cang actually took the initiative to evolve the Nine Nether Yin Wind and combine it with the blood-red lightning to forcibly increase his strength.
Isn't this like lighting a lantern in an outhouse—courting death?
"Could it be that he passed the Nine Netherworld Tribulation too easily, making this kid arrogant?" The Great God King Zhouyin was completely puzzled.
"boom!"
Just then, the raging, turbulent Netherworld Wind suddenly transformed into seventy-two dazzling beams of light, relentlessly slashing towards the sky full of blood-red lightning.
It seemed as if it were about to cleave heaven and earth, or like seventy-two ribbons, constantly tearing apart and annihilating the blood-red lightning.
"The Taiyin Blade Chapter combines celestial phenomena with terrestrial evil influences, and through the four seasons, it unfolds seventy-two pentads, thus its power is endless!"
At the same time, Bai Cang had a sudden realization: "Five days make a hou, three hou make a qi, six qi make a shi, four shi make a sui, twenty-four solar terms, and a total of seventy-two hou."
The Heavenly Dipper has thirty-six forms, and the Earthly Fiends have seventy-two; this is the ultimate transformation of the Taiyin Blade Manual!
In the eyes of the Great God King Zhouyin, Bai Cang, with his flowing sleeves, resembled a celestial child.
At this moment, it is a million times more ferocious than any malevolent spirit or ghost.
Seventy-two sword lights crisscrossed, and countless fierce souls and evil spirits continuously merged into them, with endless Yin energy all under the control of the sword lights.
The Netherworld Death Intent was supposed to be the source of the Blood Thunder Calamity.
At this moment, it has become an ally for the other party, and even a source of power.
"Who the hell is the Netherworld God?"
Seeing this, King Zhouyin was utterly bewildered.
He thought he could play an important role, using various tips to help the other party overcome their difficulties and easily gain their favor.
At this moment, I felt like a dispensable burden, a useless member of the atmosphere group who could only watch the show and be shocked.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Just then, Bai Cangming understood the transformation of the "Seventy-Two Marquises" and summoned endless Yin Winds from the Nine Netherworlds, riding seventy-two sword lights that swept across the sky.
Strands of crimson lightning were cleaved apart in mid-air.
However, this "outrageous" behavior seemed to have provoked something.
The crimson lightning stretched endlessly, striking down with thunder and lightning amidst deafening roars, seemingly without end.
But Bai Cang remained fearless, his sword flashing across the heavens and earth, absorbing the omnipresent chilling aura and deathly intent, his momentum growing ever stronger.
These tribulations are manifestations of the origin of the netherworld, and they are almost inexhaustible.
However, with the blessing of the Nine Netherworld Wind, the Taiyin Blade also stole the Netherworld Origin, wielding endless Yin Qi, Evil Qi, Death Qi, Ghost Qi, and Killing Qi, unleashing an unprecedented ferocious killing power.
In an instant, Bai Cang fought with increasing ferocity, suffering no losses whatsoever.
On the contrary, during the fierce battle, his cultivation level was increasing rapidly every moment, showing a faint tendency to cleave the heavens and shatter the universe and control death.
Even the "Taiyin Blade," which had long been "mastered" and had "possessed a primordial spirit," showed faint signs of a breakthrough.
"Taiyin Blade, let me see your limits!"
Bai Cang naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass. Thousands of sword lights, like thunderclaps or fierce rays of light from the sky, stretched out endlessly.
The sky was filled with crimson lightning, which was constantly being extinguished. From the perspective of the Great God King Zhouyin, it seemed that the crimson lightning calamity was retreating step by step.
Bai Cang, however, was pressing closer and closer, as if to say: Don't run away from this calamity, fight me for another three hundred rounds.
It's like the top courtesan at a brothel, waving to passersby: "Grandpa, come and play! I have so many tricks up my sleeve!"
"Damn it..."
King Zhouyin shook his head violently, as if trying to shake the filth out of his mind.
In fact, all of this was just his imagination.
The real-world calamities caused by blood and lightning have not diminished; on the contrary, they have intensified.
Blood-red lightning filled the sky, like a raging storm or a bursting dam, crashing down in a devastating barrage.
Bai Cang, however, became more and more excited as the battle intensified. Seventy-two sword lights intertwined to form a sky curtain, constantly clashing and striking against it.
The continuous explosions and roars even suppressed the wails and howls of ghosts that never ceased in the gates of hell.
The deafening clamor and roar became the sole protagonist in the world.
And Bai Cang did indeed withstand the blood lightning tribulation, constantly venturing deeper into the gates of hell.
As if seeking an even more intense explosion, it had already penetrated thousands of miles in an instant.
This is also the reason why the Great God King Zhouyin had that kind of illusion.
"That's right, it's definitely not my problem, it's just that this guy is too abnormal!"
Three hours later, King Zhou Yin finally lost his senses and began to defend himself.
At this moment, the power of the Blood Lightning Tribulation seemed to have been completely exhausted.
The crimson lightning gradually thinned out, and the blood-red electric sparks had almost disappeared under the "pursuit" of the Taiyin Blade Light.
"That's it? That's it? That's it?"
Bai Cang let out a burp, feeling the "Taiyin Blade" that was only a hair's breadth away from advancement, and couldn't help but let out a sarcastic expression of unsatisfied desire.
As if sensing this mockery, the atmosphere at the Gates of Hell changed drastically once again.
Dozens of calamity-inducing forces, no less powerful than the Netherworld Winds and Blood Thunder and Red Lightning, roared and surged from the four extremes and eight wastelands.
Several even more terrifying calamities were slowly taking shape.
"Tingting, you're too full. Let me digest for a bit!"
Bai Cang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately shouted angrily at the Great Divine Lord Zhouyin: "You old cunning bastard, show some usefulness! Are you just a decoration?"
Stop sliding tackles! I'm already stuffed!
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