Zhatian: I really have the qualities to be an emperor!

Chapter 11: The Sea of ​​Bitterness

"Brother Yang Zhu is so courageous!"

Jiang Yifei was touched by Yang Zhu's words. He was also very talented and was no less talented than anyone else.

"Today... I'm willing to risk it all. I'll accompany you."

There were two rays of light in Jiang Yifei's eyes. Although he was gentle and polite, his words were extremely firm at this moment, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"I know Brother Yifei is fearless, but to be on the safe side, we..."

Yang Zhu expressed his idea and he was responsible for refining it, while Jiang Yifei stood outside to prevent him from being disturbed.

If an accident happened, Yang Zhu could still protect himself, but he couldn't guarantee that Jiang Yifei could escape danger.

In order to prevent the other party from falling into a desperate situation, the safest way is to do as he says.

After careful consideration, Jiang Yifei finally agreed to this decision.

"As long as I'm here, no one can come in and disturb you."

Jiang Yifei turned around, his handsome face unusually calm, and walked out with big strides.

Boom!

As the sound of the entrance closing was heard, Yang Zhu was the only one left here.

"I hope Xiao Hei won't cause me any trouble during this period."

Before he was about to take action, Yang Zhu thought of the black dog and muttered something to himself.

Yang Zhu collected his thoughts, moved the bronze coffin aside, and then opened the altar.

A bottomless pit appeared under the altar. The moment it opened, countless black mists surged and overflowed from the depths.

A cold and chilly breath hit me in the face, as if countless sharp blades were piercing my skin, causing a sharp pain.

At the bottom of the deep pit, a faint green light lit up, flickering, like a ghost wandering, extremely strange.

Yang Zhu's skin felt cold, as if a pair of gloomy eyes were staring at him from somewhere.

The palm of the hand was raised upwards, and with a burst of force, an unknown object slowly moved upwards and floated towards the surface of the cave.

As the thing gets closer, the feeling in my heart becomes stronger.

After completely emerging from the deep pit, I could see its appearance clearly.

It was a colorful glass mirror that had long lost its former glory. It was dark in color without any luster.

More than half of the mirror surface was stained with black lines, corroding the original vitality and making it lifeless.

It looks like an ordinary mirror. If one didn't know the whole story in advance, who could have guessed that it was a holy weapon?
"It looks a bit tricky."

The degree of corrosion on the glass mirror was more serious than Yang Zhu had expected. If he wanted to refine the contents on it, he would have to put in some effort.

Before he could make a move, the glass mirror automatically separated a wisp of black mist and attacked Yang Zhu.

Nourishing ~
When the black fog approached Yang Zhu, it was blocked by an invisible defense. With an extremely subtle sound, the black fog turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated.

The first attack did not work. The glass mirror seemed to sense something and began to tremble slightly, visibly, and moved back a few inches.

The holy body and the Taoist fetus, and the emperor's blood, are equivalent to being immune to all evil. Any evil spirits that encounter them will give them some distance.

"Let me see how terrifying you are."

As the last word fell, Yang Zhu's momentum suddenly increased!
As the Sutra of the Beginningless began to circulate, the Sea of ​​Bitterness suddenly began to boil. The golden ocean was filled with surging waves and scorching lightning, forming a strange world of endless divine brilliance.

The deafening sound of the tsunami was like the galloping of thousands of troops, with great momentum, and like the beating of heavenly drums, which gave people a sudden enlightenment.

Yang Zhu let out a long breath, and the golden sea of ​​suffering gushed out, sweeping over the glass mirror.

The moment the bitter sea and the black house came into contact, the two fought fiercely, neither giving in, and constantly making sizzling sounds.

The golden bitter sea naturally restrained the black fog, which was forced to retreat step by step. Widths of black fog were peeled off and then melted away. The black fog was not willing to be outdone, and it surged out more and more, trying to corrode the bitter sea.

But it ultimately underestimated Yang Zhu. The golden sea of ​​suffering not only had a vitality as vigorous as the ocean, but was also extremely overbearing.

After the black fog launched the attack, the golden sea of ​​suffering seemed to be provoked and its momentum suddenly increased several times!
Yang Zhu's sea of ​​suffering was so bright that the surrounding scenery was also shining with divine light.

The golden sea of ​​suffering swept across like divine light, evaporating a large amount of black fog in an instant. No matter how the latter resisted, it was useless.

Completely refining the glass mirror is not a simple process and requires a certain amount of time.

Yang Zhu sat down where he was and immersed himself in it.

He sat there for three days, during which time Yang Zhu was like a stone statue, motionless.

The process of refining is also a process of improvement. During this time, Yang Zhu's mastery of the Sea of ​​Bitterness has become more and more perfect.

Maintaining the Sea of ​​Bitterness requires a huge amount of spiritual energy, but as Yang Zhu is an innate holy body, his vitality is endless and his spiritual energy is replenished quickly.

Moreover, he also has the secret of "zhe", which can increase his recovery speed several times in an instant, so he doesn't have to worry about the problem of running out of spiritual power at all!
By constantly switching between the states of consumption and replenishment, Yang Zhu's realm and soul continued to improve.

The underground where Yang Zhu was was very chaotic, and it was not peaceful outside either.

The altar above is very conspicuous and naturally attracts the attention of many monks.

They also realized that there might be something unusual under the altar and wanted to explore it.

But when they got closer, they saw Jiang Yifei sitting cross-legged at the entrance.

His expression was gentle, yet gave people a sense of majesty without even being angry. Coupled with his unfathomable aura, the monks were all intimidated and dared not move forward.

Some people who boasted of their strength wanted to step forward to provoke him, and used rude words to ask him to move away.

Then, as expected, those people were killed by Jiang Yifei in just a few moves, without any delay.

"Anyone who comes within a hundred meters will die."

Jiang Yifei's voice was calm, but it shocked people so deeply that no one dared to act rashly again.

In the past few days, more and more monks have arrived, but this place is not as safe as they thought.

In addition to the incredibly powerful killing formation, what is even more dangerous is the companions.

Everyone comes for the treasure, so a fierce fight is inevitable.

Countless monks die in the small world every day. Their fate is to turn into nutrients to nourish this land.

Two days later, the black fog on the glass mirror disappeared.

Knowing that it was about to be completely refined, the black fog struggled desperately and launched the most fierce attack.

But Yang Zhu did not give it a chance. A ray of lightning evolved from the golden sea of ​​suffering, with lightning speed, instantly turned the last trace of black mist into ashes.

When the black mist was completely refined, Yang Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes.

The glass mirror in front of him revealed its original appearance at this moment.

The colored glaze mirror was crystal clear all over, with a faint purple halo lingering all over it, and it was gorgeous and dazzling.

Without the restraint of the black fog, it released a powerful force, and all objects in front of it seemed to be easily destroyed.

Suddenly, the five-colored glass mirror flipped over, emitting a bright light, and a figure walked towards them in the light.

It was a young figure with a majestic and upright figure. The clothes on his body were made up of countless green feathers, colorful and dazzling.

The man had his hands behind his back and each step was steady. There seemed to be stars surrounding his body, and there was an indescribable shock.

Yang Zhu guessed the other party's identity at once. There was no doubt that it was the Demon Saint himself!

(End of this chapter)