Black Myth: Journey to the West: Simulate becoming an immortal!

Chapter 160: The Black Fire of Destruction, the Hundred Mothers Fairy Picture

Chen Xi suddenly realized, yes...how could he have forgotten them!

He can't break the 'fourth wall', but they can!

Just because they represent the obsession of all living beings!

The birth of drama is closely related to obsession.

People's obsession can affect both inside and outside the play.

As long as you are determined and unrepentant, you can grind an iron rod into a needle, break the wall and destroy people!

"Crash-"

The sea of ​​people surged and turned into three thousand weak waters.

Goose feathers cannot float, and reed catkins will sink to the bottom.

As soon as Chen Xi's mind moved, a huge torrent of weak water swept out.

At this moment, He was just like the majestic curtain-raiser general in the Quicksand River.

Walking on three thousand rivers, you are invincible!
Wherever the Three Thousand Weak Waters passed, everything sank to the bottom and was submerged.

The embroidered yellow silk meets it, and this time it is finally different.

Compared to the Nine-Ring Tin Staff, the Three Thousand Weak Waters actually touched the embroidered yellow silk.

In an instant, Three Thousand Weak Waters and Splendid Yellow Flowered Silk were in a stalemate.

However, the embroidered yellow silk is ultimately inferior and cannot match the obsession of all living beings.

The 'fourth wall' was broken instantly!

The starlight of the splendid yellow silk flower dimmed, and then it was submerged by the three thousand weak waters, with waves higher than the last, and sank to the bottom of the water.

"puff!"

The old mother seemed to have suffered some backlash, she vomited blood and staggered.

But at this moment, He had no time to be angry.

It was because the surging weak water was already pouring towards him!

"go with!"

The old mother did not hesitate and threw the dragon head crutch towards the Three Thousand Weak Waters.

It turned out that at some point, the dragon head crutch that was originally smashed into two pieces by the nine-ring tin staff was actually restored to its original state by my mother.

Once the dragon head crutch is used, it rises against the wind!

"hold head high--"

All I heard was a dragon roar!
The dragon head turned in an instant and turned into a wooden dragon hundreds of feet long.

As the wooden dragon bared its fangs and danced with its claws, towering trees sprang up from the ground.

These towering trees formed a natural dam, blocking the Three Thousand Weak Waters.

"You are just showing off your skills in front of an expert, Lord Dragon!"

Chen Xi shouted, stretched out his hand and pulled off Long Jun's head!

He has eight arms, and one of them always holds the treasures left behind by the Toad Spirit, including the dragon bone staff.

Without thinking, Chen Xi inserted the dragon head into the dragon bone staff and threw it away.

As the saying goes, there is always someone who can defeat you.

As a real dragon, it should not be a problem for the Dragon King to deal with a walking stick.

"Hahaha……"

"I am the true dragon, and all creatures should respect me as their leader!"

The Dragon King's unruly and arrogant voice then rang out.

A terrifying feeling of oppression appeared along with lightning and thunder.

"Don't waste time, otherwise I won't call you out next time..."

Chen Xi was not polite at all and spoke directly to Long Jun.

After all, the dragon bone staff was just made from the spine of the Dragon King, and it had not undergone any mysterious rituals or training.

Along the way, the dragon bone staff suffered considerable damage, especially in the Quicksand River.

In this situation, the dragon bone staff would not last long.

If the Dragon King keeps procrastinating, the dragon bone staff will probably break before he can defeat the wooden dragon.

In this situation, it is natural to fight quickly and decisively.

The Dragon King, who was circling and flying uncomfortably, heard Chen Xi's words and reluctantly turned his gaze to the wooden dragon.

"Are you worthy of being called a dragon?"

As soon as the Dragon King said this, the wooden dragon immediately became furious.

The wooden dragon circled up and took the initiative to greet the Dragon King.

Upon seeing this, the Dragon King opened his mouth wide with a hideous smile on his face.

"You seem... delicious."

Saliva dripped from the Dragon King's mouth, and a mountain of corpses loomed behind him.

In an instant, He swooped down.

Wherever the Dragon King passes, blood and flesh grow.

Stones grew fleshy whiskers, towering trees grew tumors, and even the dust had tiny fleshy filaments growing on it.

Before the wooden dragon got close to the Dragon King, a large amount of twisted flesh and blood grew on its body.

"hold head high?"

The wooden dragon was horrified and wanted to turn around and flee, but it was too late.

The Dragon King captured the wooden dragon with one claw, and the mountain of corpses turned into a dining table. He then ripped open the dragon's belly and ate it alive.

After just one encounter, the wooden dragon was killed instantly by the Dragon King.

The old mother looked grim, and the fairy belts around her body were swaying, as if she had reached the end of her road.

He wiped his face, as if he was going to use some other means.

However, with his clairvoyance, Chen Xi instantly understood his mother's little movements.

He immediately grinned, his anger rising to the sky.

"Mother...it's time for you to leave!"

As soon as Chen Xi finished speaking, he raised the colorful glass cup!
He took a deep breath and blew out a powerful breath!
In a moment, colorful glazed fire gushed out.

But that’s not all!
Behind this colorful glazed fire that is sparkling with various colors, there is also a ball of extremely dark black lotus of karmic fire!

The two kinds of divine fire were forcibly mixed together by Chen Xi at this moment.

One burns the obsessions of all living beings, and the other burns the sins of all living beings.

The two fires were forcibly mixed, and a dangerous and terrifying aura spread rapidly.

Indistinctly, a wisp of dark black flame that made people inexplicably frightened appeared.

Lord Long seemed to sense something and his expression changed slightly.

He quickly swallowed the wooden dragon and tried to escape to Chen Xi.

At the same time, Chen Xi also felt something.

With the help of the divine eye, it was discovered that most of the thousands of veins that were originally densely packed here were now completely disconnected.

Chen Xi was naturally aware of what this meant. He withdrew without even thinking about it.

In less than a breath of time, the raging black fire suddenly exploded!

"Rumble--"

The fire instantly engulfed the old mother and even submerged the ruined Mount Li.

Chen Xi only felt a heat wave coming towards him, and the next moment he became dazed and his consciousness became a little muddled.

In a moment, the raging black fire burned down this fairyland.

On the Liyuan Opera stage, a mysterious and lifelike painting was burning with black flames.

In less than three or two breaths, the immortal painting was destroyed and turned into ashes.

Chen Xi fell from it and hit the pear garden hard.

"Boom!"

The demon body with four heads and eight arms, which was over a hundred feet long, crushed half of the houses in the Pear Garden.

The once luxurious opera house turned into a ruin.

The remaining black fire continued to rage, carrying the power to destroy everything.

In such a huge opera house, there is no one left alive.

Somehow, Chen Xi seemed to have really become the real devil predicted by Gao Laozhuang.

Wherever he goes, he brings disaster and misfortune...

"cough……"

Chen Xi spat out a mouthful of black blood and stood up with difficulty.

He was only touched by a little spark, and his chest was burned through.

A big hole was burned from the chest to the abdomen, and all the internal organs turned to ashes.

But He did not die. His thick blood, which was as thick as three thousand weak waters, was gradually restoring his flesh and blood.

For Chen Xi today, a mere fatal injury is nothing to be afraid of.

Of course, this refers to His current state where He is extremely angry and the devil has taken over His body.

If it were any other time, he would have died countless times.

"Gululu~"

The head of the Dragon Lord rolled over.

"What kind of fire did Longzi set? It has caused me so much trouble..."

The Dragon King's tone was displeased, and the dragon bone staff was completely burned to ashes under the fire.

But fortunately, there is nothing wrong with my head.

If the head was also burned off, it would probably take a long time to grow it again on Chen Xi's neck.

"Shut up……"

Chen Xi yelled and put Long Jun back on his neck.

At this moment, He was still somewhat frightened.

The effect created by the combination of the colorful glazed fire and the karma fire black lotus was beyond Chen Xi's expectations.

No one could have imagined that the dark flame could be so terrifying.

You know, even a big demon like Dragon King was nearly killed instantly by that fire.

"Then my mother must be dead, right?"

Chen Xi narrowed his eyes and forced himself to stand up.

He and the Dragon King only came into contact with the black fire and they almost died.

Even if the old mother had great powers, she would probably be buried in the sea of ​​fire if she faced the black fire head-on.

Chen Xi took a step forward, his eyes shining with a glassy light.

With his divine eyes, he scanned the Pear Garden, inch after inch, not missing any corner, for fear that the old mother would get away with it.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Chen Xi couldn't sleep or eat well because he was not sure whether such a terrifying existence as his mother was really dead.

God knows how many mysterious methods this kind of existence has.

Chen Xi first looked towards the stage, and saw black fire burning fiercely, and everything turned to ashes.

The original fairy painting depicting the old mother and Mount Li had been completely burned.

Chen Xi didn't feel any breath related to his mother, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, He planned to move his eyes to check other places in the Pear Garden.

But right now!
"squeak--"

The sound of an erhu rang out from deep within the Pear Garden.

In an instant, Chen Xi turned his head suddenly to look.

In the main hall of the Pear Garden, a painting came into view.

In the scroll, the old mother is playing the erhu with a smile on her face.

"Fool..."

At the same time, the old mother's voice was heard everywhere in the opera house.

Chen Xi looked around and saw that there was a scroll in every boudoir in the Pear Garden.

These scrolls were not fundamentally different from the previous fairy paintings. They were just as lifelike and depicted... the old mother.

It’s just that the old mother in each fairy painting is different.

Some were knitting, some were sharpening needles, and some were singing operas...

But without exception, the old mother in every fairy painting is surrounded by fairy spirit.

Each breath was no weaker than that of the old mother that Chen Xi had killed before.

"This……"

Chen Xi's pupils suddenly shrank and his mind was shocked.

What is the situation?
A trick or an incarnation?
It’s impossible that all these fairy paintings are of my mother?
He took a quick look and found that there were at least a hundred intact immortal paintings!
If the old mother in every fairy painting had the power of a great demon.

Doesn’t this mean that He has to face more than a hundred big demons at the same time?
Since when did the big demon become cabbage on the roadside?
No! That's not right...

Chen Xi shook his head and was not frightened by the scene before him.

More than a hundred big demons are really horrifying.

Even if my mother really has the abilities of a fairy or a god, she shouldn't be so exaggerated.

It must be some kind of deception!

"Pretend to be a ghost..."

Chen Xi stood in the Pear Garden, raised the colorful glass cup, and was about to force the black fire to ignite again.

Fairy paintings were shaking everywhere in the opera house.

More than a hundred old mothers stopped what they were doing.

The next moment, they walked out of the painting.

(End of this chapter)