Chapter 195: The Dead Sea’s suspicious points

Just as the colorful light curtain broke, the red shattered pieces formed by the surrounding stone cones suddenly flashed in them. At this moment, there was no red light outside the red-haired man's body. In fact, the seals that were transformed into in his body at this time also disappeared.

It can even be said that at this time, he had temporarily broken the seal, his eyes flashed with a strange light, his hands quickly raised upwards, and then he suddenly tore downwards.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared directly above his position. The gap was extremely large. At the moment it appeared, some gray mist floated out from it.

Wang Lin was very familiar with the gray fog. He recognized it at a glance that it was the thick layer of fog outside the Dead Ocean of the Spirit.

At this time, the red shattered pieces floating around immediately flashed out, turning into countless consciousnesses again, pounced towards the red-haired man. If they were hit by these consciousnesses, then everything they had done before would be wasted.

A trace of cold light appeared in the red-haired man's eyes. He would never allow these consciousnesses to seal himself again. After tearing the cracks open, he stretched out his right hand and shouted in a low voice: "Tu Si is dead. In the name of Tuosen, I summon the weapon of my clan's birth, the Star Destroying Spear, and appear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a handful of black hair suddenly flashed through the gray mist in the crack, appearing in front of him. The spear paused slightly, but it soon fell into the hands of the red-haired man.

The moment the man held the spear, a shocking thunder suddenly roared and echoed around. Then, the cone of the sky-stone under his feet immediately shattered inch by inch, turning into a pool of gravel, collapsed and formed a hill.

As for this person, his body was still floating in the air, his eyes flashing with arrogance. He ignored the red lights that were coming. After sweeping the spear in his hand, all the flying consciousness stopped and were blocked ten feet away.

At the same time, the man held the spear, jumped out, and rushed into the crack. At this moment, Duomu and ten people, especially the old man who was dealing with Wang Lin, suddenly showed a nervous look in his eyes. Without saying a word, he jumped up quickly and followed him into the crack.

When passing by Wang Lin, the old man glanced and nodded slightly. Wang Lin's spiritual sense entered his body, pondered for a moment, and his body suddenly moved and entered the crack.

Similarly, the surviving demonized monks followed without hesitation.

After entering the crack, Wang Lin immediately discovered that this place was beyond the sea of ​​consciousness. Below them was the circular sea of ​​consciousness that Wang Lin tried to break into.

This sea of ​​consciousness is divided into two, half is the sea of ​​blood, and half is the sea of ​​death.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. When he entered the crack, he was cautious and cautious. He swept around and found that where Duomu and others were standing, vaguely surrounding the red-haired man with him.

This position is very clever, and if you don’t look closely, you can’t see any clues. However, Wang Lin has experienced many twists and turns and has experienced many troubles, and at this moment, he can see the doubts in it at a glance.

He looked as usual, but he sneered in his heart. First of all, Wang Lin did not believe the small actions of Duomu and others. He did not show any flaws in the past countless years, so that Tuosen did not discover anything.

However, even Tuosen discovered that all this had nothing to do with Wang Lin. He just wanted to enter the moment the Dead Sea of ​​God opened, and then rely on the part of the memory inheritance in his body to leave the ancient god land that made him feel depressed even when he breathed.

The red-haired man stood on the Dead Sea at this time, laughing wildly at the sky, and shouted, "Tu Si, you can't trap me! Although I was a trace of your devil's thought back then, since you were dead, this inheritance should belong to me!" As he said that, his face was hideous, and the spear in his hand suddenly waved down.

Suddenly, the gray fog in the Dead Sea immediately became concave downward, revealing a horizontally extending gully. The fog around it rolled up quickly toward both sides.

The ravine is extremely deep, and the bottom cannot be seen at first sight. A muffled rumbling sound slowly came from the fog, as if someone was roaring inside it.

"Tu Si, even the natal weapon of our clan, the God-Destroying Spear, has surrendered to me. Only I am qualified to obtain your inheritance!" Tuosen shouted gloomyly, and waved his spear with his right hand again.

This time, there was a vertical gully, intertwined with the previous one, forming a huge cross. At the center of the cross, a huge gap that was several dozen feet thicker.

After him, Duomu and others were nervous and hurriedly followed. As for Wang Lin, their eyes flashed and they followed in. At the same time, the surviving demonic monks all showed excitement in their eyes and roared in.

The red-haired man was in front, and Yu Guang swept behind him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Soon, he came to the bottom of the gray fog, where there was a cloud, bursts of purple lightning flashing in it.

Without saying a word, the red-haired man suddenly threw the spear forward in his hand. The spear turned into a hideous black dragon, roaring and rushing forward. In a blink of an eye, it penetrated into the clouds. Suddenly, it roared and thunder inside it, and bursts of purple lightning shot down in a series of bombardment.

The red-haired man did not pause at all, and he followed the spear tightly into the purple lightning clouds. Suddenly, endless purple lightning suddenly appeared from the clouds and all hit him.

Under the bombardment of these purple lightnings, a circle of lightning formed outside Tuosen's body, but he did not feel any discomfort, but instead laughed wildly.

Wang Lin stared at the red-haired man, his pupils slightly contracted. He clearly remembered that the purple lightning that appeared there during the Second Level of Forbidden Mountain was exactly the same as the lightning in this place.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, his body slowed down slightly, but at this moment, the low voice of the old man who was dealing with him came from behind him: "My friend, why don't you leave?"

Wang Lin did not look back. In fact, since he left the sea of ​​blood, these ten old guys have been staring at him vaguely, obviously to prevent him from suddenly changing his mind.

At this time, his speed was only a little slower, and the old man immediately came up to ask questions, which shows that they attached great importance to the plans they were about to implement.

Wang Lin didn't know why they had such strong confidence and could ignore Tuosen's existence, but he had made up his mind that leaving here was his first goal.

Inside the thunder ball, the red-haired man pinched the strange magic trick with his hands and shouted in a low voice: "Tu Si is dead. I summoned my clan's thunder weapon in the name of Tuosen, Zi Yue, and appears!"

As soon as the words fell, the magic tricks in his hands immediately came out and immediately merged into the clouds. Then, the clouds around him quickly shrank, and the lightning became less and less. Finally, the clouds turned into a scimitar of the waning moon and fell into the hands of the red-haired man.

After he took a look, he opened his mouth and swallowed it. The crescent moon scimitar suddenly became smaller and flew into his mouth.

Under the gray fog, there is a purple lightning cloud, and under the clouds is a dark ocean. Here is the Dead Sea that the ancient god Tu Si divine consciousness was divided into two and used half of its spiritual consciousness to turn into!

He looked at the scimitar with excitement on his face, looked down at the black ocean beneath his feet, and his body rushed out immediately.

The moment his body rushed out, a violent roar suddenly came from the Dead Sea. Then a creature that was ten thousand feet long, neither a dragon nor a dragon, suddenly appeared from the Dead Sea. As soon as it moved, the entire Dead Sea suddenly burst into waves.

Immediately afterwards, the creature's huge head came out of the Dead Sea, staring at the red-haired man cautiously.

Tuosen glanced at the creature, frowned slightly, and shouted in a deep voice: "You can't even recognize me!"

The body of the 10,000-meter-long creature slowly squirmed, and the waves in the Dead Sea rolled violently again. It stared at Tuosun and actually spoke in his mouth.

"Tuosen, you are a trace of demonic thoughts separated when your master practices the Moliu Dividing Art. How could I forget you? If you hadn't suddenly attacked when your master was crucial to his practice, the master would not have failed in the end. He wasted his life span and could not re-practice again, and thus ended in depression."

Tuosen snorted coldly and said gloomyly: "What does this have to do with me? Tu Si is arrogant and tries to practice the magical powers that cannot be practiced. If it weren't for this, how could he have a demonic thought? From the moment he separated me from his spiritual consciousness, he had given up on me, but I want to thank him. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid that when he died, it would be the moment when I disperse!"

The creature's eyes flashed with cold light and said, "Before my master died, I would like to protect me outside the inheritance of memory. Without my permission, no one can enter the inheritance."

"The inheritance of power has been obtained by me. Now only the inheritance of memory is left. Tu Si's memory is useless. I know everything he knows. If it were not for the damn inheritance laws, the only way to completely control the inheritance of power in the body must be to obtain a complete inheritance. Why should I be so troubled, let alone be trapped in that sea of ​​blood for so many years!" The red-haired man roared and waved his spear forward in his hand.

Suddenly, a black vortex suddenly appeared. The cyclone became bigger and bigger, and finally made a howling sound, rushing towards the creature.

Wang Lin looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little confused. If the inheritance of memories was protected by this creature with a huge body, then why did the Heavenly Demon Sanren open the passage and steal the inheritance of memories before, and there was no sign of this creature appearing until the inheritance of memories was taken out.

Wang Lin looked down at the Dead Sea, and his doubts became even heavier. He frowned slightly, and quietly activated the ancient magic technique transformed into the inheritance of memory in the sea of ​​consciousness. According to the memory in the inheritance, the inheritor of memory in the body can leave here as long as the inheritance is circulated and passed on within the sea of ​​consciousness and thoughts.
Chapter completed!