You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 518: Axiong's Remnant Soul

At noon, Qiu found the legendary Mirror Lake in a fantasy world. The lake water was silvery white like mercury, and its surface was smooth enough to reflect the filth deep in the soul. The crystal tree on the island in the middle of the lake was blooming, and each petal was a solidified fragment of time and space. When Qiu tried to get closer, the lake suddenly boiled, and countless pale arms broke out of the water. These undead souls, condensed by obsession, longed to touch the warmth of the living. When the fingertips were only an inch away from the soles of Qiu's boots, the moonlight grass in his arms suddenly glowed, and the undead souls roared unwillingly and sank back to the bottom of the lake.

Dusk fell again, and Qiu stood at the edge of the obsidian rift. The earth's crust was split by the sword of the gods here, forming a scar thousands of feet deep. The rock wall was covered with honeycomb holes, and different sounds came from each cave: the north echoed the roar of war drums, the south drifted the funeral dirge, and the bottom of the abyss continued to hear the crisp sound of broken chains. Qiu threw out the enchanted bronze coin, and the coin decomposed into 360 light points in the air, forming a spiral staircase leading to the bottom of the valley. When he took the first step, the rock wall suddenly opened countless scarlet eyes, and a kind of sticky gaze climbed up the spine to the back of the neck.

After descending to 3,000 feet, the air began to burn. The fire of the earth veins gushed out from the cracks, but it automatically diverted when it touched Aqiu's body three feet away. The God's Weeping Pearl in his arms was getting hot. This treasure made of dragon tear crystals formed a protective barrier. Suddenly, the entire rift shook violently, and the roar of rock collapse came from above. Aqiu pressed against the rock wall and saw a lava ball with a diameter of more than 100 feet passing by. The face of the imprisoned fire demon appeared on the surface of the ball. The sound waves formed by their roars carved new cracks on the rock wall, and the fire waves stirred up when they fell into the abyss dyed the entire space red gold.

Arriving at the bottom of the valley at midnight, the boiling Sea of ​​Shadows was beneath my feet. The liquid shadows kept condensing into various forms: sometimes an army charging with spears, sometimes a nine-headed demon snake, and more often an indescribable mass of deformed shapes. A broken godhead was suspended on the altar on the opposite bank, and colorful light flowed in the cracks. When Qiu was about to summon the raven mount, the Sea of ​​Shadows suddenly became as calm as a mirror, and then a huge tower made of bones rose from the center. The bronze door on the top of the tower slowly opened, and a shuddering ancient whisper came out - the voice also sounded directly in my mind, repeating the warning in the long-lost dragon language.

Ah Qiu bit his fingertips and drew an inverted pentagram on his forehead with blood. The curse-breaking power obtained by sacrificing a hundred years of life surged in his blood vessels, and clock patterns appeared in his pupils. The attacks of the shadow creatures vaporized when they came into contact with this layer of golden light, and the skeleton tower sank back into the black sea with an unwilling collapse sound. When the fingertips finally touched the fragments of the godhead, the whole rift valley sounded with a wail of heaven and earth, and countless ancient evil spirits sealed here awakened at the same time, and the altar began to collapse into a vortex of time and space...

I don’t know how long it took in the illusion, but Aqiu finally defeated some demons and transformed to the highest level in this world. He brought Axue back to the Netherworld City, fought his way into the main hall, and met the Demon King.

Blood-colored mist rolled between heaven and earth, like countless scarlet silks dancing in the wind. Deep in the mist, a tall figure slowly emerged.

It was a breathtaking silhouette.

The first thing that caught my eye was a waist-length red hair, each strand seemed to be soaked in blood, moving in the mist without wind, like a burning flame. A pair of curved horns could be vaguely seen in the hair, black as ink, with fine lines on the surface, like some kind of ancient rune.

As the figure approached, a frightening face gradually became clear. His skin was sickly pale, but it had a jade-like luster. His brow bones were high, and his brow peaks were like knives, slanting into his temples. The most fascinating thing was his eyes - golden vertical pupils, the pupils were slender like snakes, and the whites of his eyes were deep black, as if they could absorb people's souls.

He had a high nose bridge, and there was a thin black line on each side of his nose, extending all the way to his ears. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain. When he spoke, his sharp fangs were vaguely visible, shining with a cold light.

He was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his muscles were smooth and powerful. He was wearing a black armor with intricate totems carved on it, and every line seemed to be flowing. The edge of the armor was inlaid with dark red crystals, which flashed strangely as he moved.

The most eye-catching thing is the thick tail behind him, which is covered with fine scales and has a hooked tip. It swings from time to time, drawing sharp arcs in the air. His fingers are slender, his nails are sharp like knives, his knuckles are distinct, and the veins on the back of his hands are bulging, which contains terrifying power.

When he completely walked out of the fog, a black evil aura began to linger around him. The evil aura seemed to have substance, forming vortices around him. Every step he took seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, and the ground shook. The air around him became sticky and even breathing became difficult.

His presence itself was a kind of deterrence. Wherever his golden vertical pupils looked, everything was silent. His aura was overbearing and fierce, with a trembling pressure. When he raised his hand, the demonic energy lingering on his fingertips condensed into substance, turning into tiny black snakes that swam between his fingers.

His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to carry a great force: "A mere ant dares to challenge this king?"

As the words fell, the demonic energy around him suddenly surged, turning into a raging black wave that swept in all directions. His face was looming in the demonic energy, and his golden vertical pupils became brighter and brighter, like two burning suns. His fangs flashed coldly in the darkness, and the whole person was like a demon god walking out of hell.

His armor hummed in the demonic aura, and the totems on the armor seemed to come alive, turning into shadows circling around him. His red hair danced wildly, the runes on his horns glowed, and his tail swung with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. At this moment, he was the master of this southern wilderness, the king of all demons, and a terrifying existence that made people tremble with fear.

His face was looming in the demonic aura, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry. But his golden pupils were always bright, as if they could see through all illusions. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, revealing his sharp fangs. With a flick of his finger, a demonic aura turned into a sharp blade, instantly tearing through the space.

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded: "Demon King, your doom has come."

A Qiu in a green shirt appeared in front of him. He had a handsome face, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and held an ancient long sword in his hand, with complicated runes engraved on it.

The demon king's golden pupils shrank slightly, and he felt an unprecedented threat. This seemingly ordinary man exuded an aura that made him palpitate.

"Looking for death!" The demon king roared, and the demonic energy around him surged, turning into a huge black wave, sweeping towards the man.

The man was not in a hurry. He gently swung the sword in his hand. A bright sword light cut through the sky and shattered the demon king's evil spirit. The demon king's pupils shrank suddenly. He had never seen anyone dissolve his attack so easily.

"Who are you?" the demon king asked sternly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

The man smiled slightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "It's none of your business. I'm here to take your life today."

The demon king was furious, and the demonic energy around him surged again, transforming into countless black sharp blades, shooting towards the man. The man flashed and instantly appeared behind the demon king, with his long sword pointing directly at the demon king's back.

The demon king reacted very quickly, and swung his tail violently, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The man did not dodge, and with a light flick of his sword, the demon king's tail was cut off, and blood spurted out.

The demon king let out a shrill scream, retreated violently, and his eyes were full of fear. He had never thought that the power he was so proud of would be so vulnerable in front of this man. The man pressed forward step by step, the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light, and each sword carried the power to destroy the world. The demon king tried his best to resist, but he was still defeated and his body was covered with scars.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" The demon king screamed, his eyes full of despair. The power he was so proud of was so vulnerable in front of this man.

The man smiled coldly, thrust out the long sword in his hand, and the sword light flashed like a rainbow, instantly piercing through the chest of the demon king. The demon king widened his eyes, looking at the wound on his chest in disbelief, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Who are you?" the demon king asked with difficulty, his voice full of unwillingness and fear.

A Qiu remained silent and attacked with another sword.

The demon king's body slowly fell down, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He could not believe until his death that he would be defeated so easily by the enemy.

Ah Qiu put away his sword, looked at the corpse of the demon king, and sighed softly: "The demon king is dead, and the Nether City should come to an end."

He slaughtered all the demons in Nether City who had participated in the blood sacrifice and believed in the evil god, and took the "Book of Ten Thousand Demons" and the big sword with seven ghost eye stones from the high priest, and began to look for the opportunity he had sensed in the dark.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar between heaven and earth, as if countless thunders were exploding in his ears. Ah Qiu looked up and saw a huge crack in the sky, with bright light shining through the crack, as if countless stars were twinkling in it.

His heart was shaken, and he felt an unprecedented force calling him. It was the call of the great way of heaven and earth, and the opportunity for integration.

It seemed that his life's dedication had finally come to an end. He closed his eyes and felt the changes in the world. The spiritual energy around him surged wildly, turning into bright beams of light that enveloped him. His body began to rise slowly, as if being held up by an invisible force.

The remaining soul in the "Book of Ten Thousand Demons" was also attracted, and flew out, flying in the direction of his ascension, as if to leave this world together.

A Qiu opened his eyes, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He understood that this was the recognition of him by heaven and earth, and it was his chance to ascend to heaven. In other words, he did the right thing, and heaven hoped that he would do so.

He took a deep breath, and the aura around him began to rise sharply. His body gradually became transparent, as if it had merged with the world. His eyes were shining brightly, as if countless stars were flowing in them.

"So that's how it is." Aqiu said softly, with a hint of enlightenment in his voice, and then sent away the remnant soul that he had found with great difficulty, and looked down at Axue who was looking up at him from afar.

Yes, there is a remnant soul from outer space stored in the "Book of Ten Thousand Demons". This was the opportunity that I had been waiting for when I broke through and saw the blood moon. Now that I have successfully released them, I have achieved my goal.

Then, it is time to purge this world of all the evil priests.

As he thought this, he combined the Great Dao, raised his hand, and waved it gently. The spiritual charm around him instantly condensed into a bright beam of light, which shot straight into the sky. In the beam of light, his figure gradually blurred, and finally turned into a stream of light, disappearing between heaven and earth.

There was a roar between heaven and earth, as if countless thunders were exploding in my ears. A Qiu's figure gradually disappeared in the dazzling light, leaving only a faint voice echoing between heaven and earth: "My body is in harmony with the Great Dao, and from now on there will be no evil gods to worship between heaven and earth."

He appointed Axue as his priest, and from then on began the journey of purifying the world. He was determined to eliminate all the sacrifices to the evil gods to prevent anyone from dying as a result.

Jiang Qiu finally came out of the illusion and looked at the remnant soul of Ah Xiong in his hand. He was very surprised and said, "I finally found a clue."

Yes, in this illusion, he was the one who influenced Aqiu's trajectory in the dark, and his purpose was to find the remaining soul of Axiong. In addition, the Nine-tailed Fox also found such an opportunity, so he changed Aqing's trajectory in the illusion to become the successor of Aqiu.

Then, he helped Ah Qiu to cultivate to the highest level, fought back to the Nether City, and rescued Ah Xiong's remaining soul. However, now is not the time to be overly happy.

Ah Xiong's remaining soul is just a wisp. You should know that Ah Xiong was intact when she was in the illusion of the third heaven. She was trapped there, but now she appears in sight as a remaining soul. It must have been divided into thousands of wisp, and there are endless illusions waiting to be explored.

Without any more hesitation, Jiang Qiu once again cast his gaze on the many entrances to illusions above the fourth heaven. This time, with the help of Ah Xiong's residual soul, he anchored the most critical illusion at once. In other words, with a very small price, he could get a large amount of Ah Xiong's residual soul, and then pull out the remaining residual souls to complete Ah Xiong, and then also lead to the road to the fifth heaven.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiu entered the next fantasy world without delay. This time it was a little different. There were not so many tragic environments, nor was it as desolate as before.

This illusion was somewhat similar to the one in the third heaven, that is, a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. Fang Ming's consciousness also gradually settled down.
(End of this chapter)