After the blood moon collapsed, the dazzling and strange embers still flickered in the sky, like resentment that was unwilling to dissipate. At this moment, the netherworld rift suddenly emitted a deafening roar, which seemed to come from the deepest part of the universe, completely tearing the tranquility between heaven and earth. The rift expanded wildly at a terrifying speed, and the space at the edge was distorted beyond shape. The dark green rotten black gas was like a raging flood, carrying a strong and suffocating stench, and instantly enveloped the area within a radius of ten miles.
Under the impact of this evil force, the walls of Bianjing collapsed like fragile building blocks. Bricks and stones flew everywhere, hitting the surrounding buildings, making a dull sound, and raising a cloud of dust, which seemed to play the last tragic song for this once prosperous ancient capital. The originally bustling streets were now filled with darkness and fear, leaving only endless silence and despair, and occasionally a few faint screams were heard, which were quickly swallowed by the darkness.
Deep in the crack, the black fog seemed to have life, surging violently and condensing continuously, gradually transforming into an extremely huge black mouth. The edge of the mouth was covered with sharp fangs, each of which was more than ten feet long. In the dim light, it glowed with a cold blue light, as if it could easily tear everything in the world apart. The mouth greedily devoured the light around it. Wherever it was covered, all the light disappeared instantly, and everything fell into the eternal dark abyss, as if even time had stopped at this moment. On the ground, cracks spread rapidly like an intricate spider web, and smelly mucus slowly seeped out along the cracks. Wherever it passed, the land seemed to be cursed by an evil curse and rotted quickly. The grass and trees turned to ashes in an instant, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, which was nauseating.
Giant white-bone hands poured out of the cracks like a tide, rushing towards Bianjing like crazy, as if to completely destroy the city. Each finger of these giant hands was covered with sharp bone spurs, and the nails were as black as ink, exuding a chilling breath, and the fingertips kept dripping black venom. All the land contaminated by the venom instantly became barren, and the hard stones quickly weathered and shattered, turning into powder. Corpses of rotten ghost crows flew out of the cracks in groups, their feathers were dark red, as if stained with blood, their eyes emitted a strange green light, and their sharp beaks and claws flashed with cold light, as if they could easily tear apart anything that blocked them. Wherever the ghost crows passed, the people screamed miserably and were instantly torn into pieces. Blood spurted out like a spring, quickly dyeing the streets red and converging into winding rivers of blood.
Under the erosion of this evil force, the eyes of the horses of the Jin army turned blood red, as if they were possessed by demons. They lost their minds and madly devoured their own kind. The originally neat and orderly Jin army camp fell into chaos in an instant. The soldiers fled in panic, their faces full of despair and fear, but they could not escape the ruthless devouring of the ghost crows and the giant white bone hands. On the streets, the bodies of the people were gradually turned into black stones under the erosion of the black fog. Their faces were forever frozen in a horrified expression, and their wide eyes and twisted faces seemed to silently tell of the extreme fear of death and the strong desire for life.
Lin Feng and Lin Wanqiu stood side by side on the ruins. At this time, Lin Wanqiu's dragon horn was dim, and the dragon flame had lost its former heat and majesty, becoming flickering, like a candle in the wind. The power of the netherworld was like an invisible and tough net, tightly suppressing her dragon spirit. Every time she spewed dragon flames, she felt a sharp pain, as if her soul was being torn apart. Lin Feng's arm was cut by the fragments of the Qingming Mirror, and blood continued to flow from the wound, and the bright red blood dripped on the edge of the crack. The magical thing was that after the blood seeped into the crack, the originally dim mirror body suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, and the sleeping mirror spirit seemed to be awakened by the power of this blood. Ancient and mysterious pictures slowly emerged in the mirror. Those pictures seemed to be telling a long story, and seemed to be guiding some unknown direction.
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"Mortals, make your sacrifice." A deep and hoarse voice came from the depths of the rift. This voice seemed to have traveled through countless time and space, coming from the bottom of hell, carrying endless temptation and evil. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, making people's souls tremble. Hearing this voice, the air around seemed to solidify, and everyone fell into an inexplicable fear, as if they were tightly bound by an invisible force and unable to move.
The fox demon leader hid in the dark, with an evil and strange smile on his face. Its nine tails swung in the air, and each tail tip was entangled with the souls of the dead on the battlefield. Those souls emitted a faint light, flickering in the darkness, as if struggling, and as if crying. The fox demon leader chanted an ancient spell in a low voice. The tone of the spell was strange and low. As the spell sounded, the souls of the dead gradually gathered together to form a huge black sphere, which kept rolling and exuding a creepy breath. "Master Jiuying, you are about to be resurrected, and this world will soon be ours!" The fox demon leader screamed excitedly, with a fanatical light flashing in his eyes, as if he had seen the moment when he would rule the world.
Lin Feng held the Qingming Mirror tightly, and the power of the mirror spirit slowly flowed into his body. He could clearly feel a powerful and mysterious force flowing through his meridians. That force was like a surging river, full of vitality and energy, as if it had established a wonderful and close connection with the Qingming Mirror. "Wanqiu, we can't let them succeed!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his eyes firm and resolute, revealing fearless courage and unyielding faith, as if announcing to the whole world that he would never bow to evil.
Lin Wanqiu nodded slightly, and endured the severe pain of the suppressed dragon spirit, and tried hard to spit out dragon flames again. The dragon flame collided with the giant bone hand, making a deafening roar. The sound was like the collapse of heaven and earth, and sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the surrounding darkness. Lin Feng waved the Qingming Mirror, and the golden light from the mirror collided with the sharp claws of the corpse ghost crow, sparking dazzling sparks in the air, like fireworks blooming in the night sky. However, the alien creatures seemed endless, surging in wave after wave, like a surging tide, constantly impacting their defenses. As time went on, they gradually felt powerless. The physical fatigue and mental pressure made it difficult for them to support, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted, without any intention of retreating.
In the fierce battle, Lin Feng discovered the fox demon leader's conspiracy with his keen insight. He rushed towards the fox demon leader without hesitation and regardless of his own safety. "Stop! You evil thing!" Lin Feng roared, and the Qingming Mirror in his hand shone brightly, and the light seemed to be able to dispel all darkness. Seeing this, the fox demon leader's eyes flashed a trace of panic, but soon regained his composure, and his cunning eyes revealed a trace of disdain. "Just you? Do you think you can stop me?" The fox demon leader sneered, and his nine tails were like sharp scimitars, wrapped in a biting cold wind, slashing towards Lin Feng fiercely.
Lin Feng dodged the fox demon leader's attack flexibly. His figure was like a black lightning in the darkness, fast and agile. At the same time, he stared at the fox demon leader, looking for its flaws. Suddenly, he found that when the fox demon leader chanted the spell, a short-term weakness would appear between his eyebrows, and a faint light flashed at that weakness. Lin Feng was delighted and seized this fleeting opportunity. He aimed the Qingming Mirror at the fox demon leader's eyebrows and shot out a golden light with all his strength. "Ah——!" The fox demon leader let out a shrill scream, and his body was hit by the golden light. He staggered back a few steps. The originally smug smile disappeared instantly, replaced by a face full of pain and anger.
At this moment, a roar that shook the world came from the depths of the rift, and it seemed that the roar could shatter the whole world. In the black fog, a huge figure gradually appeared. The figure was so huge that it covered the sky and the sun. Looking closely, it turned out to be a monster with nine heads, the ancient demon king Jiuying. Each of its heads was covered with sharp fangs, and blazing fire and surging floods spewed out of its mouth. The flames ignited the surrounding air, making a "sizzling" sound, and the floods were like surging waves, instantly submerging a large area of ??land. Jiuying's awakening plunged the entire battlefield into a more terrifying chaos. Everyone was frightened by this sudden change and didn't know what to do. Fear spread rapidly among the crowd like a virus.
