South China Sea to the south.

There is a small fishing town called Portsmouth. The town is not big, with only two thousand people. It has been a fishing for hundreds of years. Because of its excellent geography and a natural haven for fishing, the people in the village live a very rich life. Especially after Shujian Mountain came to the world five hundred years ago, the fish became more and more abundant, so the people in the village worshiped this mountain that came out of thin air and called it the Fish God Mountain.

However, in recent months, a layer of haze has been shrouded in the sky above the town.

After about May, they caught fewer and fewer fish, while more and more dead fish.

They were able to catch a boat of fat and fresh fish in a few days after going out to sea. Seven or eight times out of ten times, there were empty nets. Even if there were occasional fish schools, most of them were dead fish and rotten shrimps. The whole town was covered with a disgusting smell.

And some people also heard that in the middle of the night, there seemed to be a strange buzzing sound deep in the sea.

This sound is like the sea breeze blowing through the snail horn at an extremely fast speed. The sound is sharp and echoing over the town in the middle of the night. It sounds chilling in the middle of the night.

The high priest in the town said that it was the fish god who was angry and came to the town with heaven's punishment. The people in the town angered the fish god. Because of this, the town also held a sacrifice ceremony, which sacrificed the most beautiful girl in the town to the sea, and blood dyed the entire fishing port pier red.

However, the situation has not changed, and it has even worsened a little.

Rumors began to spread, and this place became a cursed place, and the town fell into panic.

For them, without the fish, they lost their source of livelihood. The young people in the village began to leave their hometowns and go to other places to find livelihoods. Some people also sent fishing boats to Yushen Mountain to investigate the truth. However, the five or six groups of people sent out went all the way, and until the last group of ten young people went through hardships and came to Yushen Mountain, they were still unable to enter.

Because Yushen Mountain looks very close, only about ten miles. However, after you drove ten miles towards it, you have no choice but to find that it is still ten miles away.

There seems to be some kind of prohibition that separates the mountain from the sea.

They even saw some fishing boats floating not far away, with no one on them.

They stayed in front of Yushen Mountain for one night. At night, the sea breeze suddenly rose, and the strange buzzing sound began to sound again. Such a close distance made these young people feel a splitting headache. It seemed that countless monsters in the sea lingered in their hearts. After struggling for a night, the captain decided to return.

Although I got nothing, I finally returned safely.

However, things are not over.

After returning, more than ten people either became dull or ferocious in their faces. They all went crazy without exception. No one remembered what happened that night, nor did they remember what they saw, and they seemed to be intoxicated by an individual world.

From the third day, crew members continued to commit suicide.

They either pressed their heads in the water to drown themselves, hanged themselves on the beams of the house with a rope, or took off their clothes, and cut off their flesh piece by piece with a fish knife. Without exception, they were terrified in death and seemed to be frightened. After the death of ten crew members, madness seemed to begin to spread, and fishermen began to go crazy and then died of self-harm.

And in recent days, in addition to the fishy smell, the smell of sulfur has been heard from the air.

Life was unsustainable. On the night of the tenth day of October, the high priest led the people to perform his last sacrifice on the fishing port. They were preparing to take the people away from the place where they had lived for hundreds of years. This night was extremely unusual. During their worship, they found that the Fish God Mountain was constantly changing, sometimes big and sometimes small, and extremely unstable.

There was a strong wind on the sea, and huge waves slapped on the cliff, splashing droplets on the altar dozens of feet.

Everyone was panicked.

The high priest stood on the altar and recited the sacrificial text, saying, "The gods who protect our tribesmen, we will surrender to your feet. Enjoy a happy feast and dedicate our souls. When the stars are in their place, in the illusion of the Yushen Mountain, we wait for your awakening."

The sacrificial text is recited in Portsmouth's language, which was passed down from ancestors hundreds of years ago. In this environment, it seems extremely strange.

Everyone lined up and came to the altar, cut their palms with a knife, and sprinkled the blood of the tribe members on the altar.

At this moment, a roar roared from the bottom of the sea.

They saw that on the Yushen Mountain, volcanic slurry continued to eject upwards, reflecting the late night sky into a red color.

The sea water began to boil.

In the sky, ashes and steam were floating, constantly rushing towards this side.

In the distance, a huge wave of nearly a hundred feet surged towards this side, and the volcanic lava in the sky seemed endless, quickly filling the sea for dozens of miles. The people of the town were in a panic and fled everywhere. However, the boiling sea water rushed over and directly submerged the entire town. Then, the volcanic magma fell and swallowed the town.

The entire continent was trembling violently.

All those who cannot sleep at night have seen the catastrophe at the southernmost part of the mainland.

The tsunami and lava soon submerged several small countries at the southernmost end of the continent and melted immediately. People abandoned their homes and climbed high places in an attempt to avoid the catastrophe. However, the heat in the air almost killed all living beings, because there were millions of people who died on the night of the tsunami and volcano, which did not consider the impact of the volcanic dust falling on the ground.

However, this is just the beginning.

Just as Shujian Mountain erupted, a colorful foggy shadow left Shujian Mountain.

"It" has no shape and is indescribable. It seems to have broken through the shackles of Shujian Mountain and emerged from the cage.

It's just a ball of consciousness.

There is no restraint, no good or evil, no love or hate.

But it has powerful power and does whatever it wants in this world.

The damage caused by tsunamis and volcanoes to the world is nothing worth mentioning compared to it.

It saw an island, and in just a moment, the entire island sank into the bottom of the sea.

Wherever they went, the creatures were miserable and no one lived. The crowds they watched were instantly turned into ashes, while their undead and consciousness merged into this ever-changing fog. It became larger and larger, from the size of a fishing net before, heading north all the way to the southern border of the Ming Dynasty, it occupied a quarter of the sky.

Like a beast that is out of the cage.

It is the supreme way of heaven.

The existence that transcends all the rules of heaven and earth in the human world is an existence from a higher dimension. Although it has fallen, for the human world, it is a god-like existence! As the consciousness of the undead continues to join, it has given birth to a new consciousness in chaos, and the constantly changing body begins to shrink, becoming more and more like a translucent human form.

It realized that eating all living beings in heaven and earth did not increase its cultivation.

So it began to destroy.

It drew a thread under its feet in the void.

As the line entered, the entire continent quickly collapsed, the sea water poured out and turned into two halves. This undoubtedly aroused its curiosity, like a naughty boy who got a paintbrush, constantly kneading the continent, and the continent was even more in chaos.

Countless people died.

The lake water is dry.

Sea water flows backward.

Mountains and rivers collapse.

The entire Lu Chen of China became its toy for fun.

And it did not realize the tremendous destruction that all this brought to this world.

Suddenly, it stopped. It began to wake up, and the consciousness that was five hundred years ago gradually returned to its mind. It floated in the air, motionless, but its eyes turned to the north of the continent. It remembered its plan before it fell and entered self-dormation, and countless consciousnesses spread around the continent.

It's looking for.

Finding materials that can supplement its cultivation is its purpose.

And those practitioners above the three realms in the world are the most delicious delicacies for it. Whether it is the people or other creatures, they do not care about life and death, or whether they are destructive or not.

It may not know what luck feels like, but it is indeed lucky.

Five hundred years ago, after being killed by the young man holding the sword, the practitioner was forced to hibernate, it never thought that after five hundred years of cultivation and rest, so many practitioners were born in this low-dimensional world. Some were hiding in the mountains, some were hiding in the deep swamp, and some were hiding at the bottom of the sea. Without exception, they were found.

What really attracts it is a mountain thousands of miles away.

There seemed to be nearly a hundred people who practiced in that mountain, and these were enough to become its feast!

In the chaotic consciousness, it remembers that it should have a physical body in the world. It was placed before it fell asleep. It wanted to find this substitute and then use it to complete the mission of self-repair. At this moment, it generated a sense, one... two...

At this time, in a corner of the continent, it suddenly "sees" a bald swordsman.

He was holding a broken sword in his hand and was panicked to find a place to hide.

It felt that this person looked familiar. When it sensed the other person's existence, the bald head also looked up at the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a thought passed, and after the explosion, the bald swordsman turned into a huge pit of more than ten feet, and the bald swordsman disappeared.

...

Li Qingcheng noticed that Li Jinping's face was wrong. When he saw the redness of the southern section of the mainland, a cloud of darkness enveloped his heart.

The monk sweeping the floor lowered his eyes and said, "The way of heaven has come."

Li Qingcheng looked up and saw a ray of light in the southern sky, dragging its long light tail and galloping towards this side. It was still thousands of miles away the moment ago, and it was still thousands of miles away in a flash. He was alert in his heart. With the reach of his mind, the Jinghong Sword had already accumulated endless sword intent.

No matter what, he must protect Li Jinping.

No one is allowed to hurt her!

After a few breaths, the light came to the Shaoshi Mountain. Li Qingcheng looked at it, and his mind buzzed, almost dizzy. However, his practice of the Heart Sword had already cultivated strong resistance and quickly calmed down. What exactly is this? Like a human rather than a human, semi-empty and translucent, without a face or eyes, he "looked at" Li Qingcheng in the air!

Li Qingcheng drew his sword and stood up and stabbed towards the illusory "Dao of Heaven".

The next moment, when he landed, the "Dao of Heaven" disappeared.

Just disappeared like this?

Li Qingcheng looked confused, and when he turned around and saw Li Jinping, he was shocked.

Li Jinping slowly floated in the air.

Colorful light began to radiate in each hair and sweat hole. She had no expression on her face and slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were like a sharp knife, staring at everyone present.

Everyone in the Bodhidharma Relic Formation was panicked.

Li Jinping is not beautiful, nor ugly, and is even a little kind-faced, but in their eyes, he is like a demon, and there is no reason for fear in his heart. Even if they have broken through the three realms, they are still in their passion and ambition, but now they are like sheep, huddling on the ground and trembling.

Shaolin Abbot Xuan Yin folded his hands together and knelt on the ground, "I would like to sacrifice to the heavenly way with my flesh and blood. I hope that the heavenly way should be compassionate, open my face to let go of the people in the world."

Li Jinping's lips curled upwards, revealing a look of disdain. She did not speak, but looked at Li Qingcheng on the ground. This man looked familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Li Qingcheng said, "Jin Ping, what's wrong with you?"
To be continued...