Ling Yuan was already shocked by all this in front of him at this time, he couldn't imagine that he would actually see such a scene, the huge true dragon crisscrossing the sky, there was a fire phoenix soaring in the air, and the flames it brought up burned the entire earth, as if there was an extra sun between heaven and earth.
There was a huge demon ape running on the ground, and then he pulled a mountain peak from the ground, and then threw it towards the true dragon and fire phoenix in the sky.
The huge mountain-like Tianpeng streaked across the sky, and there seemed to be a real dragon in those sharp claws.
And the tengu with the huge body, when he opened his mouth and swallowed it, he sucked everything in front of him into his stomach.
Countless creatures and masters of various races seem to have been involved in this place, fighting here endlessly, killing each other and bleeding like a river.
Ling Yuan didn't know what it was for, but with such a scene, he seemed to see the scene of the original heaven and earth catastrophe again.
Whether it is the dragon soul or the Yunze Immortal, or the memory picture of the incineration furnace and the divine treasure bottle, there are such scenes of great battles.
In such a great war, all life is so cheap and fragile, and the extremely powerful creatures are all killed in such a battle, and the entire battlefield is endless, only to see countless creatures fighting between heaven and earth, and I don't know how many creatures are involved.
Many of these people are terrifying races and beings, and when they fight in the sky, the sky is torn apart and the ground sinks with a casual shot.
Originally, there were countless forests, rocks, rivers and lakes on the ground, but under the great battle of these people, everything was destroyed.
Rivers have dried up, and forests have been wiped out in patches.
The whole world seems to have become a blood-colored world, and this kind of battle seems to never stop, as long as there is still a living creature in the world, it will continue to fight forever.
In this battlefield, it is now impossible to distinguish between friend and foe, and no one dares to say that they can protect themselves on such a battlefield.
Everyone is already fighting without scruples, everything has no other meaning, everything is just to be able to live better.
Looking at these pictures in front of him, Ling Yuan's heart suddenly had a strange feeling, this feeling seemed to be angry, it seemed to be fierce, it seemed that the killing intent was surging, and he wanted to rush forward immediately.
Ling Yuan himself was looking at the battle in front of him, but he didn't realize that his mentality had begun to change.
Now he seems to have forgotten that all this in front of him is not real, on the contrary, he takes all this as real, and slowly he seems to have integrated into such a battlefield and into such an atmosphere.
If someone was by his side at this time, he would suddenly find that Ling Yuan had changed significantly at this time, only to see his eyes closed and his body trembling slightly.
And his body was slowly wrapped in a black mist, this aura carried boundless death, with powerful resentment, and even more with boundless killing intent.
"Kill" Suddenly, Ling Yuan's eyes suddenly opened, but at this time, his eyes had already become scarlet, completely devoid of clarity and reason, as if his mind had been occupied by madness.
He stood up suddenly, and without saying a word, he waved his hands wildly, as if he was holding a weapon and sweeping away all the powerful enemies in front of him.
At this time, because of those thick black fogs, his whole person seemed to be wearing a black robe, and the whole person became extremely weird.
Originally, his strength had been exhausted, and he had just recovered a little.
But at this moment, he didn't care about using all these powers, and one by one the mantras appeared in his hands, constantly throwing them wildly around.
The entire space used to be silent, but now because of his movements, a roar began to sound.
Those mantras seemed to have touched something, and then they directly turned into a roaring noise, echoing in such a space, but Ling Yuan didn't notice it in the slightest.
"Kill, kill, kill, you all deserve to die" At this time, Ling Yuan only knew that there seemed to be countless enemies in front of him, those true dragons and flying phoenixes, those demon apes and tengus, and all kinds of living beings, all of them seemed to be constantly surging towards him, and everyone was attacking him, as if he was going to put himself to death.
And he naturally couldn't just die willingly, so he gathered all his strength and kept attacking these enemies.
At this time, he was completely gone, as if he was a crazy person, constantly dancing his hands and fighting against his imaginary enemy.
At this time, he was already red-eyed, and it seemed that he had really become a part of that battlefield, his ears were full of earth-shattering shouts of killing, and all he saw was blood red, and there were already mountains of corpses around him, all of which were enemies who died in his hands.
He seemed to be getting braver and braver, as if he was full of pride, and seemed to be able to wipe out all the enemies in front of him.
But what he didn't know was that the last bit of strength in his body had been completely consumed by him, and at this time, in addition to being physically stronger, he was almost no different from an ordinary person.
And the greater disaster happened to his body at the same time, and the dead qi of those black mist had begun to slowly erode his body, making his body lose its vitality, and making his body gradually dry up like a dead leaf.
The ubiquitous aura of all kinds had now begun to take effect on him, and he was now like a completely unguarded prey, all trying to bite a bite of delicious meat from his body.
And when his body couldn't hold on, and finally fell to the ground, finally, Ling Yuan, who was still fighting, seemed to feel that he couldn't support it, in that illusion, he was directly pierced through his heart by a powerful immortal beast, and all his vitality was about to be extinguished.
At this time, he was kneeling on one knee with a divine sword, waiting for the moment when he was going to die.
"It seems that I can't see the end of this battle, am I finally going to die However, it's okay to die on this battlefield" Ling Yuan at this time was still crazy, but it was only a trace of consciousness before he died, he didn't know that he hadn't encountered anything, everything was just an illusion.
But at this time, his spirit and will are slowly about to be lost, and when he really thinks he is dead, then he is really dead in reality.
"Hum" At the critical moment, Ling Yuan's True Word Dao Tower in the sea finally played its role again, only to see that the tower shook slightly, and let out a slight buzzing sound.
This voice was like the sound of a clear chime, and it seemed to be a clear spring, which poured on Ling Yuan's consciousness at once.
"What kind of voice is this" Ling Yuan, who was originally quietly waiting for death, suddenly heard such a voice at this time, and couldn't help but wonder for a moment, but as this voice kept coming, suddenly his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Finally, he held the sword in his hand aside, then stood up and muttered, "Everything is just an illusion, it's ridiculous that I actually took it seriously, I have to say that this is really powerful, and it almost made me die in vain." ” At this time, Ling Yuan, under the alarm of the voice of the Dao Tower, had gradually sobered up.
At this time, when he looked at all this in front of him, he no longer had that feeling, although his blood was still boiling, but it was only because the scene in front of him was too big and grand, and the shock to him was too great.
There was no longer that scarlet color in his eyes, and he was now clear.
Knowing all this, Ling Yuan's consciousness slowly recovered at this time and returned to his body.
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It's just that when he saw his state at this time, he wanted to cry without tears.
Because his body is now like a piece of dried bacon, he can only roughly see a human form.
Moreover, all parts of the body have been eroded by the dead air, and wounds have appeared one after another, as if they were holes one by one.
All kinds of aura were entrenched in the wound, constantly spreading to other places.
Especially above his soul, at this time, he was completely shrouded in resentment and killing intent, and it was precisely because of this that he would instantly lose control before, completely forgetting all his senses, and only thinking about the pleasure of killing and revenge.
If he didn't get rid of all this aura quickly, I am afraid that it would not be long before he would be lost in that illusion again, and he would hang in this place for a long time.
"Fortunately, there is still the Truth Word Dao Pagoda, otherwise, I really don't know what to do Since there is so much aura here, it is better to make a merit for me" Ling Yuan realized his current unfavorable situation, but laughed, without saying a word, he directly mobilized the Truth Word Dao Pagoda and began to refine the aura here.
Although it is said that the aura here is extremely mixed, it does not have any benefits for other people at all, but Ling Yuan has the Truth Dao Tower, so there is nothing to be afraid of in the current situation.
Not only is there no inconvenience, but it can refine the countless breaths here, so as to supply yourself to restore your strength.
As long as he has undergone the transformation of the Shingon Dao Tower, these breaths will not only be able to fully recover himself, but he may also be able to improve his strength again.
Such a scene is very similar to the original in the ghost realm, except that it was the spontaneous behavior of the Shingon Dao Pagoda at the beginning, and now it is Ling Yuan who takes the initiative to do it, but there is no essential difference between the two, when he began to operate the Shingon Dao Pagoda, he began to slowly regain his strength
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