Deep in the dark and filthy sea, the gray-black tide surged, and countless ferocious eyes like huge lanterns gradually appeared in the darkness, staring at the tiny but attractive humans in front of them, their eyes full of mania, desire, and bloodshed.
Among the tiny crowd, there are many scholars and experts who are not good at fighting and are extremely weak. They are taken away by the myths and thrown into the palace.
But some cannot leave. There is a large detection device that is shaped like a tower, about thirty or forty meters high, and assembled on site from several parts. It has four spider-like detectors spread out and is sinking deep into the seabed, absorbing certain characteristics from the dirty sea water.
On one side of the tower, energy slots light up one by one.
But at this time, the external evil offensive became more and more fierce, especially those terrifying tentacles that were thousands of meters long, which were emerging from the cold and dark sea. Even myths could not stop them with one blow.
"The Abyss Demon King, as a nest-type seven-star evil spirit, does not have a strong reproductive ability. Instead, the Demon King possesses extremely terrifying power and a strong self-healing ability. Its size is so huge that it ranks among the best among the world-destroying evil spirits."
Several myths present have already experienced how powerful the Abyss Demon King is.
They were well prepared, but still could not withstand the whipping of the Demon King's tentacles. With one blow, their knuckles were already cracked, their bodies were in turmoil, and the protection that wrapped their entire bodies was completely shattered, and the wet and filthy water seeped into their bodies.
After taking a blow, the myths would need a long time to recuperate and rest, and even then, it would be difficult for them to recover to their peak state.
What about the Burning Myth? He has already received seven or eight attacks!
...
...
and,
He he he he he is actually stronger than the Demon King?
Madam Gong was shocked when she saw Xing Jinglei holding onto the tentacles of the Demon King. Because, compared to being injured by the tentacles, being directly swept away by the tentacles that were several thousand meters long was more dangerous.
Just now, a myth was accidentally caught by the tentacles. If she hadn't cut off the tentacles in time, the myth would have been dragged into the depths of darkness and would have been in danger of dying.
Has the young legend of the Burning Chamber of Commerce been eroded by too much pollution and become somewhat insane?
Madam Gong just thought about it and was about to take action, but she found that Xing Jinglei was not swept away by the tentacles, but...
The giant-like figure's skin burned red, emitting a bright light in the darkness. His gnarled and thick arms clamped the tentacle like a pair of pliers, and the five fingers of his palm seemed to use some kind of power to attach to the red light, becoming extremely sharp and piercing into the tough and thick tentacle skin.
His legs, like two stone pillars, sank into the ground of the seabed like a cricket uprooting an elephant. With a low and fierce roar like the roar of a giant beast, Xing Jinglei gathered all his strength into his arms and exerted force suddenly.
Drink! Drink! Drink!
In the darkness several kilometers away, an extremely huge, ugly and disgusting figure slowly revealed its true appearance.
The ugly face of the Demon King also twisted, and the remaining tentacles danced wildly, but his body was still dragged out from the depths of darkness section by section.
At this moment, Xing Jinglei was like a man pulling the kite string and constantly reeling it in.
Madam Gong saw this and did not swing out the Ice Soul Sword that had been ready to strike. Before, she had to cut off the tentacles as soon as possible to prevent them from retracting and waiting for an opportunity to strike again, but now, the tentacles that had not yet been cut off had become the fatal weakness of the Abyss Demon King!
"As long as the Demon King emerges from the darkness, I can kill him without taking a huge risk and going deep into the unknown darkness to find his true body."
After all, she suspected that there were enemies secretly eyeing them, and the Abyss Demon King might be a trap deliberately set by the enemies, waiting for them to fall into it.
Now the bait is pulled out and out of the trap.
Madam Gong stared without moving her eyes away, counting silently in her heart, ten, nine, eight... When she counted to three, when most of the body of the Abyss Demon King had already appeared in her field of vision, a deafening roar suddenly rang in her ears.
"Come here, sir!"
In the eyes of the myths, the already extremely tall body of the Split Fist Martial Saint suddenly grew again, from ten meters to fifteen meters, and his strength seemed to have increased significantly as well.
He clasped his arms tightly, then suddenly loosened them and pulled with greater force. The Abyss Demon King, who was still wrestling, flew straight up with his huge body, pushing away waves of filthy sea water and flew towards the battlefield.
Flying straight over here!
“Shua——”
Madam Gong and several other myths quickly pounced on it and bombarded it for dozens of seconds, finally blasting this huge and terrifying evil into a pulp.
Following the same pattern, Xing Jinglei pulled out the last Abyss Demon King, bringing the battle to a successful conclusion.
Seeing that the evil waves on all sides had gradually thinned out, and no more seven-star evil spirits appeared, the myths breathed a sigh of relief. However, they did not dare to relax completely, and they took the time to adjust their status and recover from their injuries.
After the battle, seven or eight myths were injured. The injuries were not serious, but it would take a while for them to fully recover.
The most serious injury...
More than a dozen myths all looked towards the tall figure covered in blood standing at the eastern frontier.
This figure, which was more than ten meters tall, shrank inch by inch after the battle and returned to its original size of 1.92 meters.
His body was already cracked and covered in blood. After it returned to its original appearance, he looked more like he had walked out of a pool of blood. The blue, red, and purple blood mixed with the surrounding gray and black sea water. He looked so miserable!
The myths were all silent.
They did not forget that the reason why the Split Fist Martial Saint was seriously injured was because he had endured the greatest pressure and made the greatest contribution!
Without his efforts, the number of injured myths would at least double, and many people would be seriously injured or even die.
But even though he was seriously injured, this Split Fist Martial Saint still had a smile on his face. He did not become depressed because of his injury. He was still energetic, very energetic!
What a mentality and will!
Is this the reason why this Martial Saint can rival myths with his body of six senses, while he himself is just an ordinary myth?
Xing Jinglei, who is under the attention of many myths, is currently judging his own physical condition.
There was no doubt that he was injured, but after taking the powerful attack from the Abyss Demon King, he actually just had his blood boiling, and it was far from the point where his body was broken.
He was barely injured.
At that time, when Xing Jinglei was blasted into the ground by the overwhelming force, he felt that it was not going to work. He was not injured, how could he use the characteristics of the furnace's indestructible body to become stronger?
So Xing Jinglei added insult to injury by secretly mutilating himself.
He was covered in blood, but four out of these injuries came from self-inflicted injuries, five out of these injuries came from the erosion and pollution of the filthy water, and the remaining one out of all accounts was an attack from the Demon King of the Abyss.
"But I made a mistake. The poison I prepared earlier is not very suitable in this environment. Self-harm is also inefficient. I was beaten for such a long time before I could barely stack the BUFF."
He wondered how to develop more efficient and covert methods of self-harm.
If only there was a skill that could harm oneself... wait, it seems like there really is one.
Xing Jinglei thought of the epic skill "Furnace Tempering Body". This skill must be used very carefully, and one will suffer internal injuries if he is not careful. But is Uncle Xing a person who is afraid of getting hurt? He is afraid of not getting hurt.
In this battle, there were many places where Xing Jinglei's performance was unsatisfactory and messy. How could he defeat Heidao with this attitude?
Of course, there are also satisfying aspects, such as the Little Giant mode.
After his 'Baking Furnace Immortal Body' entered the expert level, Xing Jinglei developed a new form of application - that is, consciously controlling the direction of gain.
His skill mainly increases defense, strength, life energy, and self-healing speed.
Under his intentional control, all the energy of the immortal body was transferred to "strength", which brought about the change that his body size grew rapidly and his strength increased exponentially.
He named this state "Power Stance". Although the defense and upper limit were not as high as those of "Defense Stance", it could make up for his lack of lethality to a certain extent.
After killing these seven-star evil spirits, the evil spirit tide seemed to retreat. Although there were still thousands or tens of thousands of evil spirits attacking from time to time, the seven-star evil spirits did not appear again.
The scholars and relics experts wiped their sweat and continued to work with some trepidation. The detection tower not far from the palace was also operating as fast as possible.
At this time, the myths also ushered in a pleasant moment, dividing the spoils...ah, dividing the spoils.
The spoils of this battle came from the hundreds of thousands of Guixie that were strangled in the surroundings, as well as eight seven-star world-destroying Guixie. According to statistics, there were ten legendary materials harvested, because the Abyss Demon King, a Guixie, contributed two strands of broken divinity.
"According to ancient rules, we will put a contribution price tag on the spoils. At the same time, the myths participating in the battle will receive a contribution value based on their contributions, and the selection will start with the one with the highest contribution."
Throughout the battle, if the first place's contribution value is 100 points, the second place's contribution value is 90 points, and the third place's contribution value is 70 points, then after the first place picks a loot worth 40 contributions, his contribution will be 60 points, ranking third. But if the first place only picks a loot worth 9 contributions, he will still be ranked first with 91 points of contribution, and this strong man can continue to pick.
This is the rule of the Broken Sea, which has continued from an ancient era to the present day.
"Now, let's start evaluating your contributions according to the rules. If you have any objections, please feel free to raise them."
Madam Gong said.
She looked at the blood-soaked Xing Jinglei. Without a doubt, the myth who contributed the most to the entire battle was this one. No one would object to rating his contribution as the first. The only thing that needed to be discussed was the specific value.
10% more than the second place is first, and 300% more than the second place is also first.
Xing Jinglei was just planning to show off his tough guy spirit and say something like "How can a mere Abyss Demon King hurt me?"
But before he could finish his words, Ilohi interrupted him.
"Yes, Big Xing is in such a miserable state. He really tried his best to find the source of the disaster. Alas, it is unknown how long it will take to recover from such a serious injury. It is even possible that he will never recover in his lifetime."
Elohi sobbed and said that she really wanted to squeeze out two tears, but unfortunately her acting ability was limited. Fortunately, she had perfect control over her body, so she was able to control her facial muscles and put on a sad expression.
After saying that, she frantically @Xing Jinglei on the panel in her mind, asking this guy to cooperate with her, at least not to be exposed!
This is an alternative application of the panel function. The two people must be close to each other in order to have a private chat with another senior cadre of the organization, just like calling a mentor.
Xing Jinglei opened his mouth and his throat moved, but no sound came out.
He sighed and fell silent.
Just as his companions had said, the strong man covered in blood looked like a hero in his twilight years, which made many people feel sad.
Madam Gong swallowed the number that had risen to her throat and said a new contribution amount that was twice the previous amount. She looked at the others, and no one in the audience objected. No, some people thought it was too little.
Chen Tianxuan, the Sword Saint of Glimmering Light, said, "Brother Xing's actions not only captured two Abyss Demon Kings, but also saved many people from serious injuries, preserving the team's strength to the greatest extent. I think we should have more."
In the end, Xing Jinglei's contribution was fixed at three times the original amount.
It far exceeds the values of Madam Gong and Elder Nanli.
After the spoils were divided, Yiluoxi shared the spoils with Xing Dahan. After they finished, her eyes curved like crescent moons and she almost laughed out loud.
Looking at Xing Jinglei again, even though he had suppressed the self-healing instinct of his Immortal Body, most of his wounds had healed, but they were covered with thick, coagulated blood stains, so they could not be seen.
If he was any slower, he would have to recover to full health.
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Xing Jinglei, who was identified as a "seriously injured patient" at first glance, stayed near the palace. Taking this opportunity, he observed the core equipment "Detection Tower" closely.
The tower was ready and started to operate. He could see the gray-black ocean currents surging in a regular pattern as if affected by the tower.
But other than that, Xing Jinglei couldn't understand anything.
He barely passed advanced courses like "The Ten Major Hazards of Pollution and Erosion", "Mystical Factors: From Beginners to the Adventurous", "Understanding and Analysis of Filthy Breath", etc., and those were the required ones.
Elective? Sorry, Mr. Xing is not suited to these subjects.
Therefore, although he tried hard to observe, the whole process can still be described as: I don't understand, I feel it's powerful, what are you doing, I'm going to faint... to describe Xing Jinglei's current state.
This observation made him feel dizzy, as if he was seriously injured and was about to fall down if the wind blew.
But it didn't matter that Xing Jinglei didn't understand. Behind Xing's gaze, there was another pair of eyes that were also staring at the tower and the experts and scholars who were exploring nearby without blinking.
It’s Fang You!
He... He certainly couldn't understand it, but he could still intercept some memories and show them in the form of spiritual projection, so that Master Wang Chui, Yin Ling and other professionals could analyze them.
Of course, professional matters should be left to experts.
The Gu Yue Dynasty's exploration soon yielded results. The team continued to sail, sometimes moving and sometimes stopping, sometimes slightly changing direction, as if they were looking for some kind of guide.
Suddenly, the team stopped again.
"We are almost there, but there is a seven-star rule-type evil spirit lying in front of us. If we go a few hundred steps further, we will step into the rule domain."
Covered by the filthy sea water, this regular evil was extremely secretive, and many experienced old myths were completely unaware of it.
Iroshi and the other two naturally didn't realize it at all. After all, they were just newbies and had very little experience in this area.
At this moment, after hearing what Madam Gong said, the myths looked closely, and their spiritual thoughts probed inch by inch, only to find that something was wrong with the environment hundreds of steps away.
It seems real but is actually false, and contains huge danger.
"what to do?"
If they were asked to step into the realm of rules, they would not want to. Even if there were more than ten or twenty myths present, they could at least kill this rule-based evil, but who would be willing to be the one who died?
For a moment, the mythical beings looked at each other in bewilderment.
After the palace retreated several thousand meters away, it hovered in the air. Madam Gong, Old Man Nanli and other strong men looked into the darkness in the distance, frowning in deep thought.
This is Guixie's home turf, and they don't have much time to waste.
At this time, Lord Xiguang, who had a weak presence all the way, shook his silver-gray cloak. He walked slowly forward and stopped only half a meter away from the rule field.
At this distance, it was almost face to face with the regular evil spirit. After a careful investigation with divine sense, it was discovered that the surrounding area began to spread, as if to wrap up Lord Xiguang.
This lord made a move, throwing the legendary weapon spear high into the air, and an invisible force field quickly spread out with him as the center.
Like a storm disappearing, like a rainstorm stopping, like a war ending,...
In an instant, the whole world became quiet, lonely and peaceful. All the desires and pursuits in people's hearts seemed to disappear with this tranquility, and they became desireless.
They were only slightly affected. Facing the invisible power, the Seven-Star Rule-type Evil seemed to wilt. The entire rule field slowly shrank and became gradually more prominent and clear.
At this time, a long spear fell from the sky, and in a moment it grew to hundreds or thousands of meters long, like a huge cold pillar, suddenly falling from a high place and hitting the core of the rule domain.
Boom——!!!
The filthy sea surged violently, and the seabed continued to crack, forming a deeper abyss. The regular domain of distorted space in front of him was like a piece of rubber that was smashed into pieces.
Guixie is not dead.
The demigod Xiguang was unable to accurately find the core of the rule-based evil, so he could only smash it anywhere.
But it was enough. After this attack, the rule-based evil spirit with a stronger life-preservation instinct escaped, gathered its own territory, and hid itself tightly.
With some time, he might be able to find the territory and kill the evil once and for all.
But the purpose of their coming here is not to kill one or two evil spirits. There are endless evil spirits to kill, and they have no time to waste.
"Let's go."
The team moved forward for hundreds of kilometers, but there was no sudden enlightenment in front of them, and it was still deep darkness.
But the place where the Guyue Dynasty's detection equipment is pointing to is here.
But what is here?
The myths extended their divine thoughts and scanned the surroundings inch by inch. Through a carpet-style search, they were able to find the areas where the regular evil spirits were hiding, but here, they found nothing. There were not many evil spirits roaming around and rushing towards them.
Is this really the source of the disaster?
The myths looked at each other in bewilderment.
Yiluoxi, Xing Jinglei and Qianqiu, the three "newbies", of course, didn't notice anything. Seeing that the old legends were all confused, they were ready to lie down and wait to see what tricks the Guyue Dynasty would come up with.
Suddenly, Xing Jinglei was stunned, and his mentor's voice sounded in his mind.
“So there is such a method?”
He closed his eyes and opened them again, using a skill that he had already practiced to the MAX level but had not used for several months - Evil Tracking!
The sea of filth is full of filth.
After using the Evil Pursuit, Xing Jinglei's entire vision became increasingly darker and filled with filth. However, in this dark purple darkness, he saw wisps of black and red, floating in the air, and then...
He raised his perspective.
The drifting black and red mist met with the sea a few thousand meters away. In the darkness, a huge sphere formed by interwoven black and red mist appeared, slowly rotating, spreading disaster and terror.
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