Chapter 206: Fate is capricious, and the magic weapon of deification!
Ever since he successfully forged the Five Elements bloodline, the countdown for Ni Kun's life span had already ended and was now increasing positively.
With the thunder essence constantly tempering his body, his life span increased rapidly over a period of time. Today, his life span has stabilized at a rate where he can add one year to his life every three days.
Although at this rate of increase, it would take several decades to make up for the 4,400 years of life he lost when he last opened the altar to curse An Wuji.
But the life span increased by one year every three days was enough for Ni Kunji to arrogantly start with the "Fusion Funeral", which also starts with one year of life span.
The area of Junshan Island is less than one square kilometer.
A fusion reactor with a lifespan of 500,000 tons would have a fireball covering an area of 1.68 square kilometers.
That big fireball, as big as a small sun, was enough to cover the entire Junshan Island, wrapping the entire island in an extremely hot purgatory.
The blazing light flashed and the sun scorched the sky.
Even though Huang Rong closed her eyes early at Ni Kun's suggestion, she could still feel the violent flash of the blazing eyes.
She placed a crescent-shaped blood-killing sword energy across her eyes, slightly opened her eyes, used the sword energy to filter the strong light, and looked towards Junshan Island.
Just one look made her so shocked that her eyes widened and her mouth opened into an O shape.
It was as if the sun had fallen to the earth. A huge fireball covered the entire Junshan Island, with a giant mushroom cloud blocking out the sky above it, rising slowly into the sky.
Such a magnificent and terrifying scene made Huang Rong tremble all over as if she had been electrocuted. She instinctively raised her hand and tightly grasped Ni Kun's sleeve, her knuckles turning white from excessive force.
It was not until the violent shock wave, carrying a wave wall several feet high, swept over with the force of destroying the world, that she shuddered all over, came to her senses, and exclaimed: "The wave is coming!"
It’s more than just a wave?
The lake water was vaporized by high temperature, forming a high-temperature steam shock wave. Wherever it passed, it was enough to destroy the city and kill all living things.
Fortunately, Junshan is a forbidden area in the 800-mile Dongting Lake. No matter fishermen or lake pirates, they dare not approach Junshan, so there is no need to worry about innocent people being harmed.
Ni Kun propped himself forward with one hand and summoned the "Crystal Wall". High-flown steam shock waves and wave walls several feet high bombarded the crystal wall, causing only ripples on the invisible wall that was as clear as crystal and not thick at all, and he had no choice but to bypass it.
From beginning to end, there was calm around the two of them, and the boat under their feet did not shake at all.
When the shock wave swept past, a fireball also rose into the sky, and the Junshan Island that appeared in Huang Rong's vision had turned into a scorched earth hell.
On the island that was once full of strange peaks and lush greenery, most of the mountains have been razed to the ground. Only a few charred peaks stand stubbornly, but their size has shrunk several times.
The green plants that covered the island have all disappeared, and not even a larger tree stump can be seen.
"Ni Kun, who are you?"
Huang Rong grabbed Ni Kun's sleeve, looked at the scorched earth purgatory on the island, her scalp tingling, and murmured in a trembling voice.
Ni Kun smiled and asked back: "Rong'er, who do you think I am?"
Huang Rong tilted her head and raised her pretty face slightly, looking at Ni Kun's handsome face with deep features, and murmured:
"Are you some kind of deity who has descended to earth? The Fire God Zhurong? The Sun Star Lord?"
Ni Kun smiled and said:
"I'm not some god descending from heaven. I'm just a kindhearted person entrusted by your father to take you home."
As he was speaking, he heard a loud bang from behind.
However, after the crest of the wave died down, it surged back towards Junshan Mountain, and the waves were still more than two meters high.
Ni Kun laughed, and when the waves rolled back towards him, he flicked his sleeves. The violent waves were like wild horses with bridles, which he easily tamed. The boat carried him and Huang Rong to the island that had turned into a scorched earth purgatory.
Another scenic spot was destroyed.
Ni Kun once tied with Huashan Chaoyang Peak.
He also cut off more than 100 meters of the unique pass of Mount Fuji.
Today, Junshan Island has been reduced to scorched earth, and a huge "crater" has appeared in the center of the island. Even if it can be covered with green plants again in the future, the 72 beautiful peaks will be few and far between, and it no longer has the former beauty.
Instead, a beautiful lake may appear, turning into a "lake in a lake" scene.
But then again, compared with the world itself, what are mere scenic spots?
If we fail to kill the Nether Spring Blood Demon, and he successfully launches a blood sacrifice, the end of heaven and earth will come, and everything will be destroyed and turned into dust.
Boom boom...
The backwash waves rushed onto Junshan Island from all directions, extinguishing the embers of the charcoal fire on the island.
After the waves that washed the ground receded, the shocking scorched earth hell did not look as miserable as before.
Ni Kun controlled the current and stopped the boat a hundred feet outside the island.
No matter how the waves roll back and forth, the boat only sways slightly.
When the waves, which had washed the ground back and forth several times, finally subsided, Ni Kun brought Huang Rong and stepped onto the island, which was still charred but no longer hot after being washed by the water.
Stepping onto the island shore, Huang Rong looked around and noticed that the view was vast, with no mountains or green plants blocking her view.
"this……"
She pursed her lips and murmured:
"Can anyone else survive?"
After witnessing the spectacular sight of the scorching sun falling and destroying everything, she found it hard to imagine what kind of existence could survive such terrifying magical power.
"Maybe there's a lucky person who survived by chance."
Ni Kun smiled and stepped forward: "Let's go and look for the old demon Youquan to see if he is still alive."
Huang Rong took a deep breath, took a few quick steps, followed Ni Kun, and walked towards the center of the island.
Deep underground on the island.
In a dark underground palace.
All that was left of the old demon Youquan was a charcoal-like body, immersed in a pool of blood, madly devouring the surrounding blood.
Although he is an evil demon, he usually does not like to stay in the dark underground. Instead, he likes to practice on the top of a mountain with pleasant scenery.
As a result, because of this little personal hobby, he was almost evaporated on the spot by the terrifying fireball.
Fortunately, since he came to this world and took over the body of Master Lingzhi, his cultivation, which once only had a drop of blood left, has recovered a lot. He realized the coming of life and death crisis in time, and decisively burrowed into the underground palace, so he was not evaporated on the spot.
But the limbs were still lost, leaving only the torso.
The skin and flesh on the torso and head had all turned to charcoal, even the bones were carbonized a lot, and the internal organs were already three-quarters cooked.
Fortunately, the Blood Evil Magic Power focuses on blood and soul, and the body is only secondary.
As long as the blood is not dry and the soul is not extinguished, even if the body is completely destroyed, it can still be reborn. Or simply abandon the body, turn the body into a "blood river", and use blood as a body.
Relying on the powerful survivability of the Blood Evil Magic, the old demon Youquan survived despite being seriously injured and hid in the blood pool in the underground palace to heal his wounds.
Suddenly, a light sound of footsteps was heard.
The old demon Youquan had only two bloody eye sockets left. He suddenly looked in the direction where the footsteps came from, and shouted in his heart:
"who?"
A cautious male voice came: "Master, it's the disciple, Wanyan Kang."
Wanyan Kang?
He was lucky, as he and Li Mochou were on duty in the underground palace today, and they managed to escape this disaster.
The other dozen or so disciples were not so lucky and were all reduced to ashes.
“Who on earth is messing with me?” The old demon Youquan hated in his heart: “How could they hurt me to such an extent, causing my years of hard work to go to waste in one day… I will not be a demon until I have my revenge!”
When he was furious, his empty, bloody eye sockets stared straight at where Wanyan Kang was. Although he had no eyeballs, he seemed to have seen the pale, handsome young man's hunched shoulders and cowering appearance:
"Why are you the only one here? Where's Li Mochou?"
Wanyan Kang stood far away from the blood pool, with his back hunched and shoulders slumped, looking cautious, timid and cowardly:
"Senior Sister Mochou...it seems like she took the opportunity to escape..."
"Escaped?" The old demon Youquan sneered, thinking that she didn't run away, but you took the opportunity to swallow her!
Do you really think that because I’m seriously injured, I can’t sense your aura, which has suddenly increased by 70% compared to yesterday?
But it doesn't matter.
In order to cultivate the "Blood Shadow Incarnation", the old demon Youquan deliberately indulged and even encouraged his "disciples" to kill each other. As long as they did not kill in front of him, he would never pursue the matter.
At the moment he said calmly:
"Let her run away. One more or one less won't make much difference."
Wanyan Kang raised his head and glanced at the old demon Youquan in the blood pool, and asked with concern:
"Master, your injury..."
The old demon Youquan was suspicious by nature, and he knew very well that although Wanyan Kang seemed cowardly, he was actually scheming and vicious. He suspected that Wanyan Kang was planning to retaliate after seeing that he was seriously injured.
However, the old demon Youquan was not afraid. He was the one who taught Wanyan Kang the Blood Evil Magic Skills. Even if he was injured to the point where only a drop of blood was left, he could easily take over Wanyan Kang's body and seize all his skills.
At the moment he said calmly:
"I was seriously injured this time. It will take at least half a year for me to recover a little..."
Of course, he was fishing when he said this.
Although the hook is straight and the bait is salty, combined with his miserable appearance that looks like a charcoal stick, it is quite convincing.
If Wanyan Kang really wants to retaliate, then we can only take a gamble now.
Once you miss it, you will never have another chance.
As long as Wanyan Kang takes the bait and intends to retaliate, there is no how he will devour Wanyan Kang.
However, Wanyan Kang's reaction was quite beyond the expectations of the old demon Youquan.
He frowned, his eyes showing even more worry:
"Master is so badly injured? What should we do?"
He frowned, his expression changed for a while, his eyes were full of reluctance, and finally he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and took out a palm-sized ancient copper kettle from his arms, looked at the copper kettle reluctantly, and said through gritted teeth:
"Master, I left the island a few days ago and accidentally got a treasure. It is quite magical and may help you heal quickly."
After saying this, Wanyan Kang held the copper pot in both hands, walked to the edge of the blood pool with a bent waist, put the copper pot down, and then bowed and walked back, looking loyal and having no ulterior motives.
"Um?"
When the old demon Youquan took a quick look, he felt that the copper pot was indeed full of spiritual power and vitality. Even if it did not have the ability to heal wounds, it could still be considered a good treasure.
"You are quite filial."
The old demon Youquan said calmly, but he was surprised in his heart:
Wanyan Kang is a very scheming guy, much more cunning and treacherous than Murong Fu. Why didn't he retaliate when I was in trouble, but instead offered him a treasure to help me heal my wounds?
Could it be that I really misunderstood him, and he really just wants to be the emperor of the world?
He presented the treasure to me just to please me so that I can support him to become the emperor of the world?
Thinking of Wanyan Kang's previous performance, the old demon Youquan was a little unsure of Wanyan Kang's thoughts.
But no matter what he was planning, the treasure was not fake.
The old demon Youquan scanned the copper pot again and again with his divine sense, but did not sense any trap on it. There was only a thin mental imprint. It was probably the mental imprint left behind when Wanyan Kang tried to refine the treasure after he obtained it.
At that moment, the old demon had an idea and urged the water in the blood pool to roll up the copper pot. He was about to wipe off Wanyan Kang's mark on the copper pot and refine it first.
At the moment when the old demon Youquan rolled up the copper pot with blood, a strange light flashed in Wanyan Kang's eyes. His lips moved slightly and he silently chanted a spell.
Buzz!
The copper kettle vibrated and a ring of flame burst out, and with a bang, the blood and water around the copper kettle evaporated.
Not only did it evaporate all the blood, it also burned away a wisp of the Youquan Old Demon's spiritual thoughts in the blood, causing the Youquan Old Demon to roar in pain:
"Wanyan Kang, do you want to kill your master?"
Before he finished his words , the buzzing and vibrating spout of the copper kettle suddenly spewed out sparks all over the sky, covering the blood pool like an overwhelming mass.
"You dare to rebel?"
The old demon Youquan laughed in anger, urging the blood in the blood pool to roll back the sparks in the sky.
Wanyan Kang smiled silently, retreated like lightning, and chanted a spell silently.
The sparks in the sky suddenly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into thousands of fist-sized fire crows, which made strange caws and opened their mouths to spew out streams of flames like long swords.
Under the bombardment of thousands of flames, the blood wave raised by the old demon Youquan was evaporated in an instant.
"What's this?"
The old demon Youquan exclaimed.
With his level of cultivation, the blood he mobilized could instantly put out a forest fire within a hundred miles.
However, these tens of thousands of fist-sized fire crows easily evaporated his blood and even ignited the entire blood pool. While quickly evaporating the blood in the blood pool, they transformed into an impenetrable fire net, wrapping his body on all sides and madly burning his charred body.
"What on earth is this?"
The old demon Youquan was shocked and angry, howling in pain while casting spells.
Thousands of blood shadows flew out from his body, rushing out in all directions, trying to tear open the fire net that wrapped him.
But those thousands and thousands of fire crows just spit out thousands of fire streams, which instantly burned the thousands of blood shadows into green smoke and disappeared.
The blood shadow incarnation of the old demon Youquan was destroyed, his soul was injured, and he wailed in pain:
"Wanyan Kang, what kind of magic weapon is this? How could it be hidden from my divine sense and prevent me from noticing anything unusual?"
Wanyan Kang slowly straightened his back, no longer showing his previous timid look, and laughed heartily with high spirits:
"I'll let you, old devil, die knowing full well!
"This treasure is the magical treasure of Conferred Gods, the 'Ten Thousand Crows Pot'! It contains ten thousand fire crows, all of which are spirits born from flames. They can burn the sky and boil the sea, and refine the soul. They are your nemesis!
"Given the rank of this treasure, I'm afraid that even at your peak, you won't be able to detect its abnormality. Even if you use your divine sense to investigate, you will only regard it as an ordinary treasure!"
"The magical treasure of the Conferred God, the Ten Thousand Crow Pot? Impossible! That is not a treasure of this world. Wanyan Kang, how could you possibly obtain such a treasure!"
The old demon Youquan roared and turned his charred body into a mini blood river, rushing left and right in the fire net.
Above the blood river, sometimes hundreds or thousands of swords flew out, slashing at the fire net. Sometimes blood-colored claws flew out, tearing the fire net apart. Sometimes hundreds of blood shadows flew out, tangled into a ball, and exploded in front of the fire net, trying to blow it apart.
But it was all in vain.
Tens of thousands of fist-sized blazing fire crows were circling and dancing over the blood pool, spewing flames continuously, forming a fire net and blocking the blood river.
Whether it was the Blood Evil Blade Energy, the Blood Evil Searching God Hand, or even the Blood Shadow's self-destruction, none of them could tear through the fire net. Instead, they were burned up by the flames spewed out by the Fire Crow.
Wanyan Kang put his hands behind his back and said triumphantly:
"I, Wanyan Kang, am the destiny of heaven and earth, and I am blessed with great fortune. I did not lie to you about the origin of this Wan Ya Hu. I found it at an antique stall when I was traveling!
"Oh, I just bought an antique and it turned out to be a magical treasure for deification. This is my destiny!
"Old Demon Youquan, stop struggling in vain.
"The Ten Thousand Crow Pot can burn the sky and boil the sea, and it can also burn your blood river and blood shadow. Even your soul will not be able to escape the fire net!
"In fact, even if you had not been injured, you might not be a match for this Wan Ya Hu, not to mention that you are seriously injured now and your strength has been greatly reduced."
The old demon Youquan screamed: "Wanyan Kang, if you kill me, my lord will not let you go!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Wanyan Kang laughed loudly towards the sky. During his long laugh, his hair bun exploded with a snap. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his aura increased rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it increased by more than two times.
Although it is still far inferior to the strength before Youquan was injured, it is already a world of difference compared to the strength Wanyan Kang had previously demonstrated.
As his breath surged, two thick blood-red eye shadows appeared in the corners of Wanyan Kang's eyes, his lips turned purple , and his pupils flashed with a dazzling scarlet blood light:
"Old Demon Youquan, do you think I don't know the existence of the lord?"
"What?" The old demon Youquan cried out in shock, "You, you actually know the lord? How could this be possible?"
Wanyan Kang laughed:
"As long as the Blood Demonic Art reaches a certain level, one will naturally be able to sense the existence of the lord. My cultivation level has long been the best among all the True Transmissions. Even Murong Fu is far from being my opponent!
"As early as half a year ago, I had already sensed the existence of the lord, and the lord taught me the real blood evil method, which made up for the flaws you deliberately left in the method! It was only to paralyze you that I kept hiding my strength and never showed it!
"Youquan, just like what you called 'the only true teaching', in this world, the lord only needs one agent! And I, Wanyan Kang, will be the one to replace you!"
The mini blood river formed by the dark spring murmured in disbelief:
"Impossible, my lord promised me..."
Wanyan Kang sneered:
“Oh, the Lord did promise you that as long as you complete the mission, you will be allowed to restore your former true form and officially be accepted into the Blood Evil Sect.
“But the Lord has also promised me that as long as I can replace you and complete the mission for you, I, Wanyan Kang, will be the one who joins the Blood Evil Sect, transcends this world, and becomes immortal and has unlimited power!
"You are raising a Gu, using the only true teaching to encourage us to kill and devour each other. But you don't know that in the eyes of the lord, you are just a small Gu worm, nothing special.
"Of course, I, Wanyan Kang, am only a poisonous insect. Between the two of us, only one can survive. As for who survives, the lord does not care, and will not interfere in our dispute.
"But this is enough. The lord will not favor you, nor me. But I am smarter and more fortunate than you! After all, you are just an outsider. How can you compete with me, the protagonist of the world who was born and raised here?
"Old Demon Youquan, you are finished. Accept your fate. I, Wanyan Kang, am the only true disciple who stands out in this world!"
