Chapter 162: Ba

The three clones of the Lord of Stars still had emotionless robotic expressions. They didn't even look at Old Mai. Instead, they turned their heads to look at the edge of the ring and faced Lingtuo.

In a tone of educating his offspring, he said: "Among the three great powers of the sun, moon and stars, the sun is the most powerful, and the stars can deduce all things, but are restrained by the moon. Among the three, the stars are the weakest."

"Actually, that's not the case. The sun, moon, and stars each have their own characteristics and functions. If we split the god who left behind the three origins into three parts, the sun origin symbolizes power and authority, the moon represents darkness and evil, one yin and one yang, the positive and negative sides, and the stars represent his heart and wisdom."

"Power needs wisdom and heart to control. Without the harmony of the heart, if one uses the body of the yin to contain the sun, one will surely die."

As he spoke, the two worlds, one positive and one negative, were getting closer and closer. The power of chaos was extremely strong. The divine power of the past few days was being annihilated and was being controlled by the chaos. The lord of the lunar star and the earth star was completely unaware and continued.

"Lingtuo, if you choose to follow the path of the origin of the moon, you are doomed to be polluted by the 'invaders' because the moon symbolizes the feminine power, the 'evil' of that existence, while the sun must be inclined towards lawfulness, and as for the stars..."

He did not go in, but said

"Lingtuo, you entered the Sun instance with the body of Taiyin, which is destined to be unable to contain the Sun. All Suiyi can do is to prevent me from conquering the Sun, taking it away, and preserving it. One day when I die, I will seize the origin of the stars, and then I can achieve the unity of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, and become the greatest existence in the universe."

Lingtuo seemed to be hearing this information for the first time. He lowered his head in silence for a moment, then chuckled and said, "I can also kill you in the Gods dungeon. First, I will swallow the stars, and then refine the sun."

The mirror world has been overwhelmed. The spiritual power of the upper bodies of the three incarnations has been assimilated into gray chaos, while the lower bodies barely retain the spiritual power of the sun, moon and stars.

The freshman sect leader completely ignored it. Although he was in a precarious situation, he still had an expressionless look on his face. His voice sounded like an electronic synthesized sound, layered and grand but without any emotion.

"Then watch carefully. Your father will teach you how to fuse Taiyin with the power of the lips. This is also the second magic I have learned after practicing for a century."

Finally, he looked at his real opponent, Old Mac, and said mercifully: "I think that in the two camps of law and evil, all professions, when they reach the demigod level, should abandon props and shift their focus to comprehending the spells of their profession, with the exception of the void."

As he spoke, the sun's clone remained motionless, while the stars and the moon's clones attracted each other like magnets, collided with each other, and merged into one another.

The bright stars and the dark sharp moon in the south of the world intertwined, and the latter suddenly spread out like a piece of pure black velvet, covering the four-kilometer area of ​​the arena.

Above it, it turns into stars that are some bright and some dark.

In an instant, a miniature galaxy descended on the stage and slowly spread out. A vast, lofty, and boundless aura descended upon the world, and along with it also descended the supreme will.

This kind of power is not at the level of strength, but rather of personhood. It symbolizes transcendence of all living beings and individuals.

How can a tiny distorted world, a tiny mirror world, trap a galaxy?

The distorted realm existed, and the level of personality was crushed. A "crack" sound was heard in the void, and the space cracked like glass, and the cracks spread rapidly.

The chaotic atmosphere that filled this space was enveloped by the "Galaxy", and was constantly diluted before finally disappearing without a trace.

A dazzling starlight descended from the Milky Way, covering the god of wine, Old Mai.

Old Mai, who was in the starlight, raised his staff made of grape vines, wheat ears and nuts, and mobilized the gray and chaotic spiritual power, trying to distort the characteristics of the starlight and escape from this locked state.

However, as soon as the gray and chaotic spiritual power escaped from the staff, it was absorbed by the starlight connecting the Milky Way and diluted in the vast void.

Above the vast and lofty galaxy, the starlight condensed into a huge god with a blurred face. He was wearing a robe condensed by starlight, a black crown on his head, and his eye sockets were filled with black energy, condensed with deep darkness.

The man in black robe slowly lowered his eyes and looked at Old Mai who was shrouded in starlight. The darkness in his eye sockets formed a deep vortex, emitting a terrifying and invisible suction force. Old Mai, restricted by the starlight, became stiff all over. A figure as if it were real slowly emerged from the top of his head. It was actually Old Mai's soul.

The soul was filled with panic and struggled angrily, trying to sink into the body, but it was uncontrollably separated from the body bit by bit.

Finally, he was unable to resist the power directed at his soul being drawn out bit by bit. As his feet left his body, his soul quickly rose into the air in the starlight and was sucked into the mouth of the blurry-faced deity.

The vast and boundless galaxy began to collapse, the starlight gathered into an incarnation, and the deep and vast curtain reorganized into the incarnation of the moon.

Both of them are "watching the show" from the beginning to the end, and Taiyin's clone will stand side by side.

All the visions disappeared.

There were only three incarnations left on the field, as well as Mi Chang's staff and a gray crystal ball. Inside the ball were the sea, the blue sky and the continent. The passers-by were in chaos and confusion, and Shushan was in extreme disorder.

Zhang Yuanqing summoned a corpse and manipulated him to step into the main hall and stop in front of the bronze coffin. Princess Yin Yao silently hid behind her direct junior brother, then raised the small trumpet and whispered.

"Take me back, Little Red Riding Hood! A Level 9 Yin Thing can swallow me whole. Not only can I not help, but I may also become food for the enemy, a shameful aid to the enemy."

Zhang Yuanqing turned around and scolded, "What use do I have for you!"

Princess Yin Yao encouraged, "I think you can summon Master over and ask her to help fight the Boss."

Zhang Yuanqing sneered. Lao Bangzi is such a domineering and strong-willed person. If he said he would not help me pass the customs, then he would definitely not help me. Otherwise, what he said before was just bullshit. "

"She really stopped farting more than a thousand years ago," Princess Yin Yao looked at the corpse in the main hall trying to push the coffin lid, and hurriedly urged: "Put me in quickly."

Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood and put away Princess Yin Yao with a shake of his hand.

She was right. In a copy of this level, a level 7 Yin corpse was no longer useful. His upgrade speed was too fast, and the Yin corpse and spirit servant could not keep up with the progress.

If he is given another year or two, perhaps he will be able to refine Yin corpses and spirit servants of the same level and will not have to fight alone.

As his thoughts raced, a loud "bang" was heard from the main hall, and the heavy bronze coffin lid fell to the ground. A thick black smoke gushed out of the coffin, like the eruption of a volcano that had been accumulated for hundreds or thousands of years.

The smoke quickly devoured the Yin corpse, enveloped the hall and spread out from the doors and windows, forming a thick "cloud" over the main peak of Shu Mountain, covering everything and hiding everything.

Zhang Yuanqing activated the Rising Sun and Blazing Sun God forms without hesitation, and the pure and bright golden light dispelled the dark clouds.

At night, the main peak of Shushan Mountain returned to clear and bright. He could not fight with the ninth-level Yin creature in the area filled with Yin energy, otherwise he would surely die.

The duration of the battle between Risheng and the God of War of Fiery Sun is half an hour, and he has to end the battle within half an hour.

As the thick yin energy was purified, the scene of the main hall appeared before his eyes again. Zhang Yuanqing saw a pale and slender hand pressing on the edge of the coffin.

Then, a pale woman sat up.

She had a delicate face, except for her pale skin that did not look like a living person. She looked nothing like an ordinary person. She had rotten pus, black blood vessels, bulging eyeballs, withered hair and other Yinni characteristics that were not found on her.

There was dark, sticky energy in her eye sockets, covering the whites of her eyes and making her pupils hard to see.

Her upper body was naked, without any clothes to cover it, her curvy body gave her a strange allure. She wore a gorgeous golden crown on her head, with a pearl curtain hanging down.

She stood up from the coffin, wearing a knee-length animal skin skirt.

She looked around the hall. There was no movement for a long time, as if she was adapting to the unfamiliar environment.

Domineering and pure gold, the light shone on her without causing any harm, as if she was just bathing in ordinary sunlight.

She stepped out of the bronze coffin, stepped over the threshold, stood at the door of the palace, and looked at Zhang Yuanqing with dark eyes.

"I have been sleeping for endless years. You are the first person to set foot here. You are a believer of the Golden Crow. In this era, people like you are called 'Golden Crow'."

She conveys spiritual fluctuations.

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "I am not from this era. Jinwu is an ancient and long-standing name for us. I am the Sun Wandering God."

"Sun-roaming God." The woman chewed on the term.

"Have you seen the Golden Crow?" The other party did not take action immediately, but chose to communicate. Zhang Yuanqing naturally did not mind chatting more.

"I've never seen it!" said the beautiful woman with her breasts exposed.

"The Golden Crow was rampant during the ancient times, scorching the earth. It was subdued and sealed by Queen Wa. The creatures in the islands of the East China Sea worshipped the Golden Crow in the sealed place and absorbed the spiritual power it emitted. These people are the Golden Crow's believers."

"Why did the Golden Crow riot?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

The woman responded: "Destroy the common people, save the common people."

"Destroy the common people, save the common people?" Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled and asked, "What does it mean?"

The woman didn't answer and shook her head slightly.

"Who are you? Ba?" Zhang Yuanqing asked again.

The woman said, "I am a warrior of the Youxiong clan. During the Battle of Zhuolu, the Youxiong clan sealed my body in a very dark place and turned it into a corpse. They hoped that I could continue to fight for the tribe, but when I woke up, it was thousands of years later and the ruler was Tang!"

It was indeed the legendary Hanba. Well, according to mythology, Hanba should have fire attributes. Was this woman a fire master when she was alive? Zhang Yuanqing guessed in his heart.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "Senior, this place is a spiritual realm. The era I lived in was a thousand years away from the Tang Dynasty."

He simply told the other party about the existence of the spiritual realm, and then expressed his thoughts: "You are now free. The spiritual realm is so vast that you can travel freely.

You have no grudge against me. I am a descendant of Yan and Huang, and a descendant of your tribe that has thrived for thousands of years. Can you please let me leave this place?"

His main task is to eliminate the negative energy shrouding Shushan. As long as Hanba, no, Nvba, helps him leave Shushan, the task will be completed.

If Nüba is willing, he will also perform the ritual of bowing his head. Nüba looks at him expressionlessly: "I can't leave. Between you and me, a fight is inevitable."

Unable to leave? Alas, it seems that only the peak overlord can travel in the spiritual realm, or, only the ninth-level peak day-wandering god can do it. Old Bangzi is unique! Zhang Yuanqing sighed.

"Then I'm sorry." Zhang Yuanqing gathered the arrow's core, pulled the bowstring, and spurted out the power of the sun from his fingertips, which turned into an arrow. The golden light hit Nuba's chest.