Heroes of invincible immortal mod

Chapter 411 Fire
Walking from the bottom of the River Styx, stepping over countless dead bones, we arrived at an island.

Different from the Jingmao where I saw birds singing and flowers blooming before, this place was full of desolation, with compacted loess underfoot, rolling sand and dust, and the vision was quite obstructed.

Soon, they approached a water source. There were several kinds of animals surrounding it, but none of them approached because a group of lions were drinking from the water.

A colorful horse was extremely thirsty, so it took advantage of the lions' inattention and secretly ran to the edge of the pool, trying to drink a sip of water.

But the moment he lowered his head, his entire front body was swallowed by the bloody mouth, and after a few tearings, he was pulled into the water, and the waves were quickly extinguished.

The seemingly peaceful water source is actually full of crises. Without sufficient strength, one can only stay on the edge.

After an unknown amount of time, a monkey covered in black hair approached the water source. His body was big enough and he was very powerful. If it was a one-on-one fight, the lion would not be his match. Unfortunately, the monkey was facing a group of lions.

The fight ended quickly with the monkeys retreating and the lions roaring majestically, as if warning the challengers not to set foot in their territory.

The next day, the monkey came again. This time, he used his flexible body to pin the two lions to the ground. However, the lions were too numerous and he was still no match for them.

It retreated in a panic, dragging its bloody body. The lion king wanted to teach it a lesson, so he surrounded it and tried to bite it to death, but failed. It must be said that although the monkey's fighting skills are superb, its ability to escape and recover is even stronger.

So every now and then, the monkey would come to fight the king of this land, from fleeing in a panic at first to challenging the lions alone, his fighting ability became stronger and stronger. His black fur was stained red with blood, and he had countless injuries on his body.

Finally, under the setting sun, his blood-red hair turned golden. He dragged the remains of the lion king into the water, scaring away the group of crocodiles that wanted to attack, and became the king of this water source!
"Low-level fate palace killing!"

Gao Hao looked at the giant ape in the sunset and blurted out, but the boatman refuted his point of view.

"There is no such thing as low-level or high-level. This is from nothing to something. You practice supernatural powers, constantly temper your body, and hone your skills. At best, it can only be called a technique.

But He is the Word!"

The scene in front of Gao Hao began to change. Countless giant apes challenged strong men in various parts of the Taoist world, showing their will to fight. After defeating the enemy, they turned into a strand of hair and returned to the sky. In the vast starry sky, there was an unparalleled martial god, looking down on the world.

The star in the palace of life, the way of killing, from then on the Taoist world had this magical power!
As spring goes and autumn comes, the water sources dry up and the giant apes lie dead. However, the creatures that have seen him fight also have the killing engraved into their bones, which will be passed down for thousands of years.

"Don't you want to see the graves of immortals and saints? The immortals of later generations just live a mediocre life, which is meaningless. Let me show you the real innates. They have long transcended yin and yang and imprinted themselves in the world of Tao."

"Ancient Barbarian God!"

This is the innate power before the ancient times, the origin spirit of Savage Mountain, and also their belief. Savage Mountain, which loves martial arts, has produced many outstanding war gods, but the oldest one has to be this one.

"Are you curious about why Daozhong can comprehend incredible magical powers through enlightenment? And why he can use his magical powers on all the living beings under his control, and command them as if they were waving their arms?
It's not that these Dao seeds are so powerful, but that long ago, those incredibly powerful beings had already engraved these magical powers into the Great Dao. Their existence is the Great Dao!"

How powerful must one be to be able to turn one's own principles into rules for everyone to follow?

Even though Gao Hao was only one step away from the fairyland, it was still difficult for him to imagine it. Even though he had reached a very high level in his dreams, he could not even imagine such a scene.

If we have to make an analogy, originally there was only one sun in the sky, but Yuan Yang was able to fill the sky with three suns by itself, illuminating the world. From then on, everyone believed that the three suns illuminated the world, and this is the simplest Tao.

Gao Hao gradually gained a deeper understanding of the magical powers he possessed, and his body, which had originally lost all its power, suddenly showed a hint of mystery.

Soul control, the way of earth, the Netherworld, the Heavenly Book of Taoism, the way of water, the Immovable Underworld Lord, for each of these magical powers, it seemed that there was a great being who was evolving the mystery.

"Of course, earth, fire, wind and water were the beginning of chaos, and they were not formed later."

Looking at the earth and water, one can see the chaotic universe expanding. The four elements construct the world, which is the foundation of all things.

Gao Hao gently stroked Hun Yu's light ball and asked, "Who created this method?"

The boatman chuckled and said, "It is not an ordinary magical power. Even among all the methods of the netherworld, it is the top one.

As for the creators of these magical powers, not all of them are living beings."

The boatman took a few steps lightly, and the surroundings moved and they came to a ruined city.

The human race and the wild beasts were fighting, and the two sides were fighting fiercely. Due to the differences in the talents of the tribes, the corpses of the human race were scattered all over the ground, and only one general was left. He was seriously injured, but he was still protected by his personal guards. He could only watch the soldiers fall in front of him.

"General, hurry up! As long as you are here, there is still hope." "Hurry up and evacuate the adults. This city cannot be defended. Escape from the east gate and return to the main city."

"Brother, see you in the next life!"

The comrades who used to laugh and chat with him desperately tried their best to protect him, but the outcome did not change.

Facing fate, death is so ruthless.

The beast's sharp claws pierced the general's chest and hung his head high on the city wall, and its roar shook the earth.

If it were just this, it would be just an ordinary battle in the world. But the wild beasts were relentless and too cruel. They ate the children under the wheels as food, piled up the heads of the guards into a Jingguan, and set fire to this once beautiful home.

These scenes were all engraved in the dark eye sockets of the hanging head, endless torture.

Until midnight seven nights later, the severed head seemed to gather endless grievances, igniting the eyes and bursting out with dark green ghost flames.

The rope swung, and the head looked over the tragedy of the city, emitting deadly anger.

"If death does not bring peace, but only endless turmoil, then let's taste the true horror!"

A headless corpse stood up from the mass grave, raised the broken giant sword, and slashed at the living. Screams rang out, and terror spread from here.

The boatman walked out and pointed at the tattered corpse: "No one has studied when this happened. Maybe it happened in ancient times, maybe in the ancient times, or even earlier. After all, the realm of reincarnation can transcend time.

His end was tragic. In this world, the strong prey on the weak. A revived corpse could only fight against a dozen strong men. Soon, his skeleton was dismantled and burned. Even his territory suffered more severe abuse.

But, he is the spark!"

Gao Hao blurted out: "Fire?"

The boatman nodded and said, "The world has been without justice for a long time, and everyone is suppressing anger in their hearts. Why are those who are in trouble still so arrogant? Because it is a disaster for others and a blessing for oneself.

But one day, they find that they can’t completely end the physical body by destroying it. Will they be afraid?
Death has a new definition, and order has a new interpretation. This is the fire of the underworld."

"So, Soul Control is the Fire Seed!"

The sound of the waves of the Styx rang in Gao Hao's ears, washing away thousands of bones and souls.

On the mass grave, a woman had an affair with a traitor and murdered her husband. The rotting corpses struggling in the darkness tore them apart. Under the abandoned well, a tragedy happened in the government office. The lowly lives of ants were brought back to life by the magic of soul-returning, allowing the high-ranking officers and soldiers to experience death once...

There is a story hidden behind each familiar scene.

The way of the corpse ghost is revenge.

"Retribution will not curb their arrogance, nor will it lead to fairness, unless now, immediately, let them also taste death!"

In a trance, the wind blew through the grass, the sky gate was towering, and the whole earth was paved with blood.

A man who was in disgrace and wanted to keep his promise was only despised by those in a high position; a seeker who had unrealistic fantasies and placed his hopes on destiny was attacked in his own tent; a man who was only looking for recognition from his relatives was ultimately just a short-lived piece of fire on the chessboard.

Everyone is a hero of his own life, but under the ruthless eyes of fate, it passes away insignificantly.

Indeed, to Him, the nine provinces and billions of living beings are not even worth a hair's breadth of weight for Him to become an immortal; all living beings are chess pieces.

But these people were also unwilling to give in and roared in anger.

The will-o'-the-wisp is lit, giving insight into the netherworld.

"Ghosts, I heard you."

(End of this chapter)