The moment the scale-reverse blade pierced the dragon-shaped phantom, the entire earth seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and it let out a dull and sad whimper. The sound seemed to come from deep in the earth's crust, carrying endless pain and unwillingness, causing the surrounding air to tremble. The twelve bronze dragon pillars could not bear the weight and exploded. At the moment of the explosion, the high-temperature lava was like a mad dragon that broke free from its restraints, rushing straight into the sky with an overwhelming force. In the high air, the lava condensed when it encountered cold, turning into a scarlet blood cloud, pressing heavily on everyone's heads, as if foreshadowing a world-destroying disaster was about to come.
Lin Feng knelt heavily on one knee, his knee sinking into the scorching sand. The golden blood seeping from the gaps between his scales dripped onto the hot ground, instantly leaving charred marks. He stared at the gradually calming dragon-killing formation, feeling mixed emotions. But before he could recover, a sharp, piercing laugh, accompanied by a humming sound that distorted time and space, like the cry of a night owl, came swiftly from the sky.
"Too late!" The smug voice of the Fox Demon Saint was full of ridicule and madness. Looking in the direction of the sound, the sky in the direction of Bianjing was torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and spider-web-like cracks appeared. The cracks were like broken eggshells, with countless pale and dry arms extending from them, like evil spirits demanding their lives, greedily dragging the earth. The originally prosperous Bianjing was twisted and deformed like a fragile doll under the crazy tearing of the cracks. The wide moat in the city was strangely upside down, turning into a silver waterfall, plunging into the bottomless "eye of the crack" that looked like the mouth of a giant beast.
Looking up, the whole sky seemed to be in agony and groaned in pain. The bricks and rubble in the city were pulled away from their original positions by this strange force and flew towards the cracks with a roar. The towering ancient trees outside the city had their thick roots pulled out of the soil, and their branches and leaves swayed helplessly in the wind, also being drawn into the chaotic vortex. The rolling mountains in the distance seemed to be slowly pushed by a big hand, and the huge rocks on the mountains rolled down and slowly moved towards the cracks, as if they were about to be completely swallowed by the endless darkness.
At this critical moment, the Chaos Nine Infants' huge body slowly emerged from the crack. Its nine heads each exhaled different colors of frightening energy, like a demon from hell. The Thunder Head raised high, causing the purple thunderclouds above to surge. Every purple lightning fell with a deafening roar, blasting deep and bottomless pits on the ground, and the dust raised covered the sky. The black flames spewed out by the Fire Head seemed to have life, spreading wantonly on the ground. Wherever it went, whether it was houses and buildings, or flowers and trees, they were all turned into charcoal in an instant, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning. The green mist spewed out from the mouth of the Poison Head was like a surging tide, quickly covering the entire city. Countless people struggled in pain in the poisonous fog and cried miserably. Their skin quickly festered under the erosion of the poisonous fog, revealing bright red flesh and blood. The scene was horrible. The space around the Space-Time Head was constantly folding and twisting. Everything that came close to it was shredded into tiny pieces in this chaotic space-time and disappeared without a trace.
Countless thick tentacles grew on the body of the Chaos Nine Infants, each winding like a giant python. The tentacles were entangled with broken time and space, and the eyeballs on the top of the tentacles kept opening and closing. Every time they opened and closed, they reflected the tragedy of different time and space: the battlefield was filled with smoke, soldiers fought each other, and blood flowed like a river; the village was plagued by plague, and the people were dying under the torture of illness; the city was submerged by floods, tall buildings collapsed in the floods, and countless lives disappeared in the surging torrent.
"This is the real chaos!" The Fox Demon Saint stood high above the Nine Infants, holding tightly in his hands the array disk that absorbed the energy of the Dragon Slayer Array, and the runes on the array disk flashed with strange light. It laughed triumphantly, and the laughter echoed in this chaotic world: "The group of idiots in Kunlun Ruins, who have been planning for thousands of years, are actually making wedding clothes for me!" As soon as the voice fell, a dazzling golden light flashed, and the figure of the head of Kunlun Ruins, like a kite with a broken string, flew out of the crack in a panic. The black robe on his body, which once showed his identity, was now tattered and covered with mottled bloodstains; his body was covered with wounds, and blood gushed out, leaving bloodstains in the air. However, before he could stand firm, the huge mouth of the Chaos Nine Infants suddenly opened, like a dark abyss, and instantly swallowed him whole.
The soul of the head of Kunlunxu was trapped in the core of Jiuying's throat bone. The narrow space made him unable to move. He looked at the chaotic scene outside, full of remorse, and roared angrily: "After thousands of years of planning, it turned out to be a wedding dress for monsters!" His voice was full of reluctance and despair, echoing in this dark space for a long time.
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The ground suddenly shook violently, as if an underground storm was brewing. Lin Feng slipped and was pulled towards the Eye of the Crack by an irresistible suction force. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks twisted slightly due to the force, and waved his reverse scale blade with both hands, trying to use the dragon's power to stabilize his body. The dragon's horn shook violently, making a sharp buzzing sound, as if venting the anger and indomitable spirit in its heart; the scales flashed with mysterious light in the turbulence of time and space, and each scale seemed to carry the ancient power of the dragon clan.
Just when he was about to be sucked into the crack, a familiar and warm breath, like a spring breeze, quietly entered his perception - it was the residual soul of Lin Wanqiu. "Lin Feng!" Lin Wanqiu's voice was weak, but firm and powerful, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, "Take her to activate the counter-array!" Lin Feng looked in the direction of the voice and saw the blind tribal girl being carefully surrounded by a group of people. The girl held the bone needle engraved with runes in her hand. Her palm was already bloody and blood was dripping down the bone needle, but she still walked towards the center of the array step by step. Around her, the remaining energy of the dragon-killing array began to flow in the opposite direction. The lava was like a smart fire snake, flowing upstream along the cracks of the bronze dragon pillar, interweaving and converging in the air, turning into a dazzling galaxy.
When the bone needle pierced the ground, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down by an invisible hand. The sky and the earth were instantly reversed. The originally blue sky became a sea of ????burning lava; the originally solid earth turned into endless void. Then, all the cracks began to shrink violently, making a creepy sound, as if resisting the power of the seal.
However, this was only a temporary seal. Chaos Nine Infants felt threatened and roared with extreme anger. Its body began to swell rapidly, its muscles tensed, and its bones creaked, trying to break through this temporary restraint. Lin Feng knew that if he wanted to completely stop this disaster, he had to go deep into the body of the Nine Infants, find and destroy its core. He took a deep breath, and the dragon power in his body surged like surging waves. The half-dragon body burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the surrounding darkness. He swung the reverse scale blade, and the blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistle, tearing through the space, and resolutely rushed towards the huge mouth of the Nine Infants.
The moment he stepped into the body of Jiuying, Lin Feng seemed to fall into a terrifying maze of flesh and blood. The walls on both sides of the passage were covered with dense pupils, each eyeball emitting a faint light, reflecting the tragic scenes of different time and space: the dragons were brutally slaughtered by the monks of Kunlun Ruins, and the dragon blood dyed the earth red; there were pictures of humans being enslaved by evil forces and struggling to survive in misery; there were also scenes of countless creatures losing their lives in chaos, and the world fell into darkness and despair. The air was filled with a pungent and disgusting smell of blood and rot, and black mucus flowed on the ground. Every step he took was like stepping on soft and creepy flesh and blood, making a heart-pounding sound.
"Find the core and destroy it!" Lin Wanqiu's residual soul turned into a faint light, guiding Lin Feng in the direction ahead. Lin Feng followed the faint light and struggled forward in this terrifying maze. They passed through a series of flesh and blood barriers covered with spikes, dodged the corrosive liquid dripping from the top of their heads, and finally came to a huge space. This is the core of Jiuying, a beating huge heart, like a hill in front of them. The heart is surrounded by countless thick chains, each chain is connected to a space-time rift, and the rift is flashing with strange light, as if leading to an endless dark abyss.
At the same time, at the core of the Nine Infants' throat, the soul of the head of Kunlunxu was struggling desperately. He looked at the beating heart in the distance, and a trace of regret and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. In the past, in order to destroy the dragon clan, he had worked hard and carefully planned for a thousand years, but he did not expect that in the end he would help the Fox Demon Saint Envoy, making the Chaos Nine Infants so powerful that it pushed the world to the brink of destruction. His heart was full of regret, but he was powerless and could only watch the disaster worsen in this dark corner.
Lin Feng clenched the scale blade tightly, his eyes burning with a determined fire, and rushed towards the heart. However, Chaos Nine Infants seemed to sense the fatal danger, and countless tentacles attacked from all directions like a tide, trying to stop him. Each tentacle contained a terrifyingly powerful force, and strange runes flashed on the surface of the tentacles. Once hit, it would be shattered to pieces. But Lin Feng did not retreat at all. His eyes were firm and resolute, and the dragon power continued to burst out in his body. Every breath was accompanied by the surge of dragon breath. The scale blade waved in his hand, bringing up golden light, cutting off the attacking tentacles one by one. During the battle, his scales kept falling off, and golden blood spilled on the ground, dyeing this terrifying flesh and blood land red, but it still couldn't stop his pace forward.
"I won't let you succeed!" Lin Feng roared, his voice echoing in this closed space, with endless power and determination. The reverse scale blade, with all his strength, wrapped in the glory of the dragon clan and the belief of protecting the world, pierced the heart of Chaos Nine Infants. The ultimate duel concerning the survival of the world reached its climax at this moment. At the moment when the heart was attacked, the Nine Infants let out a deafening roar, and the whole body began to shake violently. The chains connecting the cracks in time and space also began to break, making a crisp but chilling sound.
