Abundant Martial Arts Virtue-Chapter 842 - 701: The Legendary Battle! (Part 2)
A man and an evil object almost shouted simultaneously:
"Evil Thought Burning God Β· Sinister Fate Calamity!"
"End of Death Β· Three Paths Death Land!"
In an instant.
The world disappeared without a trace. π»π³β―β―π€β―π·π―β΄πβ―π.πβ΄π
Wu Xiaode found himself in an unfamiliar world.
The entire world was filled with countless black coffins, piled up like mountains, endless, like a vast ocean.
The whole world was saturated with black coffins.
Each coffin emitted indefinable sounds, continuously and incessantly, echoing throughout the entire world, causing one to involuntarily fall into a hysterical state.
The Evil Spirit Book opened, displaying a line of small bronze characters:
"You both released a spell simultaneously and fell into each otherβs spell, now residing in the otherβs spell."
So thatβs it!
This is the spell the other side used against me?
Wu Xiaode surveyed his surroundings.
All the coffins suddenly fell silent.
Judging by the look of it, they seemed to be ready.
Suddenly.
Something huge and invisible seemed to wrap around Wu Xiaode from the void.
He held his head, letting out a soft moan full of pain.
Malice.
Boundless malice showered over like a storm, almost overwhelming his will in one blow.
Every coffin here was releasing extraordinarily powerful malice.
Wu Xiaode took a deep breath and murmured:
"Absurd, damn it, absurd to the extreme."
If it were anyone else, merely entering this world might drive them into eternal madness, lose their sanity, and then be wiped out by the malice emerging from the coffins.
But!
But!
ββThe βBurning Godβ in me resonates with the final abyss.
I am now an evil spirit!
The malice of the final abyss is the malice carried by all beings throughout endless ages of life.
It is far stronger than here!
This is also why I can still keep my mind steady.
It seems that realizing this move did not work, all the coffins began to tremble, making a creaking sound.
They were preparing for the next wave of attacks!
What kind of attack will it be?
Wu Xiaode suddenly chuckled, cupped his hands, and said, "Gentlemen, might overpowering a strong dragon not press down the local snake, I am particularly fond of world peace, my credo is βlove, dreams, world peace,β hoping to get along harmoniously with everyone."
As soon as he finished speaking.
In an instant, all the coffins displayed health bars.
ββNo matter what monsters were inside, from now on, they could only fight as humans!
One coffin after another opened.
Humanoid clumps of gray mud emerged, ignoring Wu Xiaode, and gathered together.
They aggregated into a massive clump of gray mud!
The gray mud gradually took shape.
It became a gray-white giant covered with various corpses.
In the next moment.
An inexplicable aura descended from the sky, blending into the giantβs body.
The corpses on the giantβs body began to wriggle gradually.
"Ah... who is calling me... turns out to be βThree Paths Death Landβ."
The giant flexed its body, its gaze resting on Wu Xiaode.
Wu Xiaodeβs eyes focused.
What the hell.
ββThis is a type of arrival!
But itβs an evil object Iβve never recognized before.
With a single thought, the dark giant hand appeared at his side, ready to launch an attack at any time.
The gray-white giant continued to mutter:
"I was the only one who was fascinated by the βLife and Deathβ magic back then."
"This spell is too weak, so I made it simple, direct, and brutal, likeβ"
It glanced at Wu Xiaode.
Instantly, a bizarre rune appeared on Wu Xiaodeβs body.
A similar rune appeared on the giantβs gray-white body, lazily speaking:
"βLife and Deathβ is such an interesting toy. If I take the βLife,β then you must go to βDeathβ."
The two runes exploded in unison.
ββHowever, Wu Xiaode still stood intact in his original spot.
The Evil Spirit Book opened, showing a line of small bronze text:
"You are a Bright Ghost from the Netherworld, and also a rare Nightmare Demon Palace Master, belonging to the Netherworld, thus immune to this direct-death evil magic."
Wu Xiaode fell into contemplation.
Could it beβ
This "End of Death Β· Three Paths Death Land," whether it is the "end" or the "Death Land," represents the three death powers of evil transformation!
End, Descent, Tao Power.
Wonderful!
Never thought these three would originally be such a perfect combination.
While thinking, he controlled the dark demon hand to punch, directly scattering the gray-white giant.
A sudden change occurredβ
As the gray-white giantβs body turned into scattering gray-white mud, more coffins opened simultaneously, countless white mud flew into the sky.
All the white mud merged together to form an even larger figure, crashing down in front of Wu Xiaode.
This time it was no giant.
ββIt was a huge mirror, reflecting the worldβs scene.
However, the scenario in the mirror was different from reality.
In the mirror, countless black tentacles surrounded Wu Xiaode, attacking him non-stop.
Swishββ
Wu Xiaode instinctively dodged, swinging the dark giant hand continuously.
A multitude of stabbing noises indeed emanated from his body.
However, while performing "Dragon Snake Rising from the Land," I was in an "invincible" state!
Hence, I wasnβt killed on the spot!
Wu Xiaode swept a punch, his figure flashed as he charged towards the magic mirror.
"Scram!"
He roared.
The dark massive fist directly shattered the magic mirror.
Yet at the next second.
The earth cracked open, and from below surged countless coffins, unleashing infinite gray-white mud, casting a more majestic existence.
This was a form Wu Xiaode had never seen before.
It was all tentacles with a head on each one.
"Ah... summon me to the Three Paths Death Land, did something happen here?"
This terrifying creature emitted fierce evil energy, not seemingly weaker than the one casting black rain!
Wu Xiaode took a deep breath, set a stance, preparing to fight.
"Still endless battles..."
"No, I must get out earlier than this monster to have a slim chance."
On the other hand.
Another spell.
Within Wu Xiaodeβs "Evil Thought Burning God Β· Sinister Fate Calamity"ββ
It was a vast, boundless continent.
Amidst the continent, there was a newly formed mountain.
At its summit was a gigantic stone.
On one day.
The giant stone cracked open.
A tall, lanky man stumbled a few steps, steadying himself at the mountain peak.
"What is this place... who am I?"
He muttered to himself.
In the void, countless voices echoed. Like hypnosis, they informed him of many things.
He gradually understood, grinding his teeth:
"Turns out I am the direct descendant of the Western Prince Mansion, on the path of immortal seeking, sabotaged by someone, my Spirit Root completely destroyed."
"Fortunately, I was reborn."
"This lifetime, I will take revenge!"
As his words fell, he suddenly became dazed.
No,
Seems like Iβve forgotten something important.
What is it?
In the void, countless murmurs became ever more hurried.
These were the evil curses congealed from endless malice in the final abyss, each word the most venomous curse in all worlds.
These curses gradually became more terrifying over endless ages.
The man gradually steadied his mind and suddenly recalled.
"Remembered, today is the day of the family martial contest, I missed it, so I didnβt get recommended!"
He shouted, rushing down the mountain in a hurry.
