Chapter 117 The Core of Blood-Slaying Hell, the Origin of a World
Zong Shen's tone was leisurely, but his voice was like a huge bell, resounding in the heart of the Lord of the Bloodthirsty Prison.
The Bloodthirsty Prison Lord raised his head tremblingly.
He gave a miserable smile.
“It’s so unpredictable!”
"I never thought that I, Shi Ming, who has been in the Blood Hell for millions of years, would end up like this today."
At this time, after a sad sigh, he finally let it go.
Very straightforward.
Kneeled down.
He actually prostrated himself in admiration.
"Your humble servant Shi Ming, obeys your orders."
"Master, you are so powerful that you can suppress hell. From now on, I will obey your orders."
He shouted piously.
"That's right, a man who knows the times is a hero!"
"You get up."
Zong Shen nodded with satisfaction.
…
Inside the Blood-killing Demon Palace.
Zong Shen sat on a huge blood-red throne.
Casually enjoying the scenery of the entire Blood Prison.
The Lord of the Bloodthirsty Prison knelt before the throne.
"Master, are you going to the core of the world of Blood Prison?"
"This is easy. The entrance to the origin of the world is in the core of this Blood-Slaying Demon Star."
After saying this, he made a seal with his hands and whispered a spell.
Immediately, a huge black hole appeared in the bloody palace.
It was deep and mysterious, and seemed to lead to some mysterious place.
"The end of this road is the core origin of the Blood Slaughter Prison."
The Bloodthirsty Prison Lord introduced softly, then raised his head and looked at Zong Shen with some surprise.
"Master, are you going to the Origin of Hell to become the Lord of the Blood-Slaying Hell?"
"I want to remind you that if you are not a demon soul from hell, you cannot gain the recognition of the origin of hell and obtain the position of prison master."
"Moreover, the origin power of the hell world and the foundation world is very different. Even if you absorb the origin of hell, it will not help your cultivation at all."
"Even if you come into contact with it too much, it will pollute your soul and taint it with evil."
Zong Shen gave him a cold look.
He was so scared that he immediately shut his mouth and dared not say a word.
Questioning the master is a capital crime!
Fortunately, Zong Shen did not delve into the matter too deeply.
Instead, he stood up from the throne and walked slowly towards the passage.
The Bloodthirsty Prison Lord heaved a sigh of relief and used his magic power to evaporate the cold sweat on his forehead.
He also stood up and followed Zong Shen into the passage.
When Zong Shen walked in, he found that this passage was made of an invisible and colorless material.
Slightly cool to the touch.
Divine thoughts cannot penetrate or rest on it.
I don’t know what is behind this barrier.
Maybe it is the endless void, maybe it is the turbulence of time and space, it is impossible to be sure.
Walking in the passage, a strange pressure came from all directions.
He was unable to display any of his own Taoist magical powers.
Just take one step at a time and move forward slowly.
The two of them walked in this dark passage for an unknown amount of time.
Even the concept of time is about to disappear.
Suddenly, there was a sudden light in front of me.
The two of them suddenly appeared in a boundless space.
The whole space was bright.
A crystal heart as big as a giant star, emitting pure white light, floated in the center of the space, beating slowly and silently.
Every beat of this heart will generate countless amounts of hell's original power.
Transported to the entire Blood Prison.
At the same time, the mottled magic power or other impure forces in hell will be extracted and transformed into the origin of hell.
Every rhythm is the most perfect cycle of the power in this world.
Maintaining the stability of power in the Blood Prison.
"Master, this is the origin of the Blood-Slaying Hell."
"This beating heart is the creator of the origin of the world."
“It is also called the core of the world!”
The Bloodthirsty Prison Lord bowed his head respectfully and introduced.
“Swish!”
Zong Shen moved his body, flew slowly around the huge core of the world, and observed.
The divine consciousness turned into a large net, extending countless tentacles, trying to spread into the core of the world to find out what was going on.
However, the moment his divine sense came into contact with the core of the world, it reacted violently.
Suddenly it jumped rapidly.
The whole space is filled with rhythmic power.
The original power that should have been transmitted out turned into sharp swords.
It is filled with mysterious power, as if it can even break through the laws of heaven and earth.
It flew towards Zong Shen's head.
All these changes happened extremely suddenly.
Even the Bloodthirsty Prison Lord, who was a powerful god-level being, didn't react.
He had no time to warn himself and could only watch as the big swords condensed from the original power slashed fiercely on Zong Shen's body.
Without any hindrance, it passed through Zong Shen's body easily and instantly.
Then it gradually faded and disappeared into space.
"Master... Master..."
The Bloodthirsty Prison Lord's voice trembled a little.
Although I don’t know what kind of master-servant control contract Zong Shen has imposed on him.
But no matter which one it is, if the master dies, it is difficult for the slave to survive alone, without any surprises.
Now, he hopes that Zong Shen will live a billion years!
But after a while, he found that he was unharmed.
Zong Shen did not make any movement, just floating quietly in the space with his eyes closed, as if he was quietly pondering something.
What the Bloodthirsty Prison Lord didn't know was.
Those original swords have already flown into the void inside Zong Shen's body.
Condensed into a handful.
This big knife doesn't cut the body, but only the soul.
It kept circling in the void inside Zong Shen's body, and was actually trying to cut off his soul.
If the soul is cut off, all vitality of this person in the world will be extinguished at the same time.
There is not even a chance to be reborn in another body or to hope for a divine manifestation.
"snort!"
"Soul severing, this method is really powerful. If it were someone else, even a true god, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to resist this move that goes straight to the origin."
"But it doesn't work for me!"
In the void inside Zong Shen's body, there was a little golden man representing the Seal of Nothingness who was originally sitting cross-legged.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
Reach out and grab upwards.
He immediately grabbed the Sword of the Origin of Hell, which was constantly searching for the soul.
He slapped his palm on the sword.
The broadsword immediately turned into the pure power of hell.
Afterwards, the golden man's hands kept moving, beginning to refine and knead this force.
Finally, it was turned into an irregular sphere.
This is the full picture of this bloody hell.
"Very good, the microcosm of hell has been condensed. All we need to do is to place the divine embryo seed of the superego particles into the microcosm."
"We can establish a connection with the core of Hell, and then implant the epitome into the core of the world. Then, we'll be done."
"From now on, no matter where I am, I can absorb the original power of the Blood-Slaying Hell and use it to strengthen myself!"
Zong Shen was pleasantly surprised.
It is just like planting flowers with care but they don’t bloom, but planting willows by accident may grow into a shade!
(End of this chapter)
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