Volume 11: The Crown Prince Chapter 54: Each Shows His Magical Power
This is the opportunity everyone has been waiting for.
The strength of the Taoist priest Gourd may not be enough, but his knowledge, with the support of Lu Bai, is enough to become the fuse that ignites everything.
The changes of yin and yang are extremely essential forces even in the multiverse.
In particular, the Taoist priest Hulu himself knew the existence of permanence and change, so the changes of yin and yang were mixed with some concepts of permanence and change.
This has driven changes in the Kingdom of No Death.
The Leader of the Undead was the first to exert his strength. A large amount of undead aura bloomed at this moment, like flowers in black mist.
In every black mist flower, there are billions of undead souls struggling and suffering within it.
These hundreds of millions were not imaginary numbers, but real numbers. He had indeed accumulated such a large number of undead spirits over the years.
And these souls are trapped in black mist flowers.
Every flower is a world, and every flower is filled with suffering.
In this way, people's suffering is magnified to the maximum, and then a macro-level consensus is reached, that is, all living beings suffer.
In this way, the bitter fruit flower is condensed, so that when the Lord of the Dead performs his moves, he can push the power of his moves to the extreme without having to do anything.
A pitch-black sword bloomed in the hand of the Undead Lord, and with a casual push, it pierced into the space in front.
At this moment, the space was like gel. Countless bubbles appeared as it shook. Through the bubbles and cracks, one could see that there seemed to be many secrets inside.
The dimensional will also appeared at this moment. Without bothering to deal with the Taoist priest Hulu who detonated all this, He quickly mobilized more dimensional power and began to block this space.
This space is his only chance to get rid of his debt to the Dirty Land. No matter what, this internal dimension cannot tolerate anyone else getting involved.
The Undead Lord, after stabbing with the pitch-black sword, did not rush to attack, but stayed quietly where he was. Beside him, a large number of black mist flowers bloomed.
Through the black fog, one can see countless joys and sorrows, separations and hatreds, and human tragedies.
There are also "protagonists" in it , and each protagonist is a carrier of tragedy.
They will continue to struggle in it, and then like climbing stairs, they will move forward one step and then roll down ten steps.
No matter how they used up their wisdom, exhausted their courage, and burned out their lives, they eventually found that their current situation was getting worse.
This is their eternal theme, suffering.
These sufferings continue to accumulate, and the power of the Undead Lord continues to push them forward.
Even if the initial strength is only one, it will quickly increase to two, and then multiply to four or sixteen.
In a short period of time, this force will multiply to billions.
The Flower of Suffering allows him to unleash his ultimate moves without the need for time to prepare.
However, if one accumulates and condenses energy using the Flower of Suffering and pushes it further, one will be able to perform a move that breaks the limit.
Just as the Necromancer was preparing, the dimensional will blocked the dark sword, and a large amount of undead aura condensed into chains, locking towards the Necromancer.
"Death Chain? Have you forgotten that I was the one who taught you this move?" The Undead Cult leader grinned with a look of sarcasm on his face.
Back then, he was not yet the Necromancer, but an apprentice following the Necromancer. His responsibility was to communicate with the dimensional core and transmit the corresponding necromancy knowledge to the dimensional core, thereby promoting its changes.
Beside the Undead Leader , several Undead Bishops all became weak, and then connected together, releasing a large amount of resentment.
This resentment distorted time and space, just like a resentful space like a ghost wall built by an evil spirit, but the power of this distorted time and space was countless times greater, so that even the chain of resentment released by the dimensional will could not find the target of the chain in an instant.
It was at this time that a white and tender insect with a foul smell fell from the void, and then more and more white and tender insects appeared.
It began to rain insects, and suddenly the sky and the earth were covered with a wriggling whiteness.
These insects were wriggling in time and space, their hideous mouthparts opening and emitting a foul smell.
These breaths softened time and space, and with one bite they could bite time and space into their mouths.
This is exactly one of the thirty-nine incarnations of the path of no return: the evil maggot.
The evil maggots are gnawing at time and space viciously.
The dimensional will immediately felt that the blockade of this space-time had become unstable.
Before the dimensional will could deal with these insects, a loud buzzing sound was heard.
Black insects with flapping wings emerged from the gaps.
One of the thirty-nine wrong paths that lead to no return: rotten flies.
Then it twisted its body and emitted a louder buzzing sound.
These sounds are transmitted through time and space, disturbing everything around them and making the dimensional will and the power transmitted unstable.
And this buzzing sound broke the space and time of resentment formed by the undead bishops over there.
The Death Chain, which originally couldn't find its target, immediately discovered it and stabbed at the Undead Lord who was preparing.
The Undead Cult leader glanced at the two misguided incarnations and didn't care.
Their relationship is like this. They harm each other under the premise of cooperation.
A bitter fruit flower beside him flickered and swallowed up the Death Grudge Chain. The Death Grudge Chain continued to connect the "protagonists" in the Death Grudge Flower one by one. At this speed, it would take at least three days to connect to the Undead Lord.
Then the Undead Leader's gaze turned towards the place where Liubai was outside the city.
Logically speaking, it is understandable why Hui Shenmi did not take any action yesterday, so why did the White Bone King not take any action either.
Liu Bai's whole body froze. He felt endless malice falling on him, as if it could swallow him whole at any time.
It's not just like that, but at this moment, time and space have indeed been distorted, and there is resentment attached to it.
The curse has been formed and is growing rapidly.
This is the Sun Level. A single glance can create a curse that can kill a star-level individual.
At this moment, the undead servants on Liubai's body could only delay the curse but could not remove it effectively.
Fortunately, the next moment, a breath coming from deep within the body began to bloom.
There are a total of thirteen bones in the body, emitting the same cursed aura, and then they swallowed up the foreign curse in one gulp.
This made the thirteen bones emit a deep aura, and in an instant, they separated from Liu Bai's body and pieced together a pattern in the outside world.
As this pattern appeared, all the surrounding bones twisted and turned into white streams of light, converging towards this side.
Then a huge skeleton was formed.
As soon as the skeleton appears, it will swing the bone sword that is formed synchronously in its hand.
As the bone sword was swung, the distant space and time were attacked again.
The entire city below also collapsed. As for the undead that originally lived in it, they had already been absorbed by the flower when the Undead Leader released the Bitter Fruit Flower. Their souls sank into the flower and they became part of the people who suffered eternal torture.
After seeing this scene, the Undead Leader withdrew his gaze.
The dimensional will on that side also took action.
A large amount of dimensional power is concentrated in this space and time.
The broken time and space were forcibly gathered together at this moment, and then - squeezed.
From the outside, it seems that this area is shrinking rapidly.
Everything seems to have become a model.
Whether it was the white skeleton that looked like a giant before, or the Undead Lord and the large patch of bitter fruit flowers around him, they all became tiny parts.
As for the evil maggots and rot flies which were originally small in size.
Under the constant pressure of this force, large numbers of them died.
However, the death of the maggots and rot flies created large areas of green and smelly traces, which further corroded time and space.
Even if the will of the dimension forcibly compresses time and space, there is no way to escape.
In those corrupted places, more maggots and rot flies are hatching.
This is where the power of the Thirty-Nine Wrong Paths lies. They are no longer living beings, but incarnations that exist dependent on the Path of No Return.
As long as there is no death in No Return, then no matter how the Thirty-Nine Wrong Paths die, as long as there is a medium, they can be reborn again and again.
In addition, there is a "God" who transcends everything and appears here at this moment.
A large amount of light bloomed from his body, making everything peaceful. The restless death seemed to return to the underworld at this moment.
One of the thirty-nine paths of no return: Hades.
This incarnation is the individual who possesses the characteristics of the One Spirit Origin Sun level. He was also the individual closest to the Sun level at that time.
Unfortunately, as he transformed into the Wrong Path Incarnation, some of his Sun-level characteristics had become invalid, and his incarnation-level driving force was unable to maintain those characteristics.
However, even so, the God of the Underworld is one of the best among the thirty-nine incarnations.
Although he possessed the power of the Death Resentment of the Impure World side, he reversed and developed a power similar to that of the Netherworld side.
"I am the Lord who bears suffering, I am the Lord who gathers resentment and hatred, I am the Lord who bears everything!" The God of the Underworld said this as if making a declaration.
Following his declaration, some of the tortured souls in the bitter fruit flowers were attracted by the light on him, and threw themselves around him and merged into his body.
A look of serenity appeared on the faces of the souls, and then all their suffering and resentment gathered in the body of the God of Hell.
With this gathering, the sense of peace in the God of Hell continued to increase.
A twisted and squirming will blossomed from the body of the God of the Underworld. It was an indescribable pressure like that of an evil god, which blossomed from it and polluted everything.
This is the road of no return!
Compared to a normal Japanese level, No Return is more like a completely evil god.
His existence is like the embodiment of the power of the filthy world, and his self-will seems to be less than that of the thirty-nine wrong-path incarnations under his command.
But no matter what, Wuguitu has indeed mastered the power of the Sun level, and can use the Thirty-Nine Wrong Paths incarnation to demonstrate the true power of the Sun level.
It was the arrival of the power of no return that caused chaos in this piece of time and space.
The dimensional will tried its best to block the space and time, and a crack was opened.
