Heavenly Origin Sword Pavilion, Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.
A hundred-foot-long ray of light suddenly fell and turned into Demon-Locking Pagoda.
Immediately after, a bloody tiger roared and turned into a stone statue the size of a mountain and sank into it.
But among Takamagahara, Lin Fei sighed softly.
This is not a foolproof strategy.
When Lin Fei obtained Immortal-Slaying Sword, he heard a piece of news from the demons, that is, Demon Lord Qiye was quelling the chaos in the north and could not escape for the time being.
Here is the key. Being able to send a demon emperor to quell the chaos without being able to get out for the time being...
In other words, his opponent is also a strong man in the same realm. Otherwise, with the power of the great emperor, he can wipe out the enemies with just a thought, so how could he not be able to get away?
I just hope that the unknown demon emperor can hold back Qiye and his men as long as possible. Otherwise, the two demons can overturn the seal of Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons without him taking action personally.
Until then, the whole world...
Well, there is no point in thinking about this.
Lin Fei sighed inaudibly and shook his head.
The battle between the two Immortal Emperor masters has reached a level that is unimaginable by ordinary immortals and demons. The winner may be decided in just a few days, but they may also sit at each other for three thousand years in a Daoist arrangement.
There has been such an example in history, Spirit Race Emperor and Asura Clan Emperor went to war over the ownership of thirty-six divine kingdoms. Others looked confused when they saw the two emperors sitting cross-legged and looking at each other, seemingly doing nothing.
All kinds of divine patterns are densely covered around the two bodies, containing the power of many terrible laws, unfolding into fields.
A battle at a truly "subtle" level, where power is accurately used to the limit. After more than two thousand years of confrontation, the two people remained motionless and did not dare to reveal any flaws. The area where the two fought was chaotic in time and space, and countless laws were rewritten.
For example, the law of death has been forcibly distorted into "you will die if you blink your eyes", "die if you move", "die if you open your mouth", etc.;
The meaning of time is even more bizarre. It may be that a moment has passed in the outside world, but the two people have been confronting each other for a hundred years in the outside world. It is also possible that a thousand years have passed in the outside world, but only one day has passed in the eyes of the two people.
Immortal Emperor Realm There is a reason why countless talented people with astonishing luck can only look back and sigh. After reaching that state, they are no longer a living being that the demons and immortals can imagine. All kinds of powers can cause others to die in extremely bizarre ways with just a tiny bit of power.
Even to the point of death, I didn't understand how I died...
During that battle, there was Guapi Xuanxian who wanted to figure out the Great Dao rune at close range, but he was stunned on the spot. It wasn't until others noticed something was wrong that they discovered that he had only an empty shell of flesh left, and his soul had long been annihilated.
And Immortal Emperor Realm's strong men often don't fight to the point where they have to fight to the death. After all, it's not easy for anyone to reach this position, and who is willing to take the risk of life and death?
Therefore, when two camps, each with a Immortal Emperor, go to war, it is often the strongest fighting force that is pitiful. Because the two strong Immortal Emperors will fall into confrontation, which is more of a test.
Unless you are sure that the other party is weaker than you and has a greater chance of winning, you will definitely not fight to the death. Any conflicts of interest can be "peacefully resolved" by the outcome of the confrontation between your subordinates.
Of course, this peace is for Immortal Emperor itself, but for their subordinates and vassals, it is a brutal hell-level killing.
"Woof! Woof!" The sound of a dog barking interrupted Lin Fei's thoughts.
Howling Heaven Demon Dog looked at him with bared teeth, saliva dripping from his mouth, as if he was going to pounce on him and bite him in the next moment.
"Howling Celestial Dog of Yang Jian? What a pity, the body is still used by Duan Canghai after death."
"Forget it, let me free you." Lin Fei pointed out, and a turquoise wave of light sank directly into its body.
Howling Heaven Demon Dog Demonic Qi all over his body retreated sharply, and then fell to the ground with a "pop".
The eyes that slowly closed seemed to have a trace of gratitude and relief, and then they closed tightly. Its body then turned into countless light particles, floating away.
The waves are rolling Yellow River, the waves are rolling into the sky.
It has a total length of about 5,464 kilometers and produces 1.6 billion tons of sediment every year, of which 1.2 billion tons flow into the sea, and the remaining 400 million tons remain downstream of the Yellow River for many years, forming an alluvial plain.
There are countless records in history about the proliferation of the Yellow River and the deprivation of people's livelihood in the areas it passes through.
The large amount of sediment deposited makes the river water have a muddy yellow color all year round. No matter how it changes, it always has an inherent yellow color, which seems to be soaked in every drop of river water and cannot be changed.
When the sun sets in the west, if you are a poet, you may have the emotion of the sun setting over a long river.
But as a fisherman from a fishing village in the basin, the white-haired old man has no such intention. He relies on the mountains to eat and the water to eat.
For him, life is the same every day, but the results are different.
He was holding the fishing net, and the gray fish inside were still flapping and struggling.
Suddenly, Yellow River on the side let out an angry roar, causing the white-haired old man to look over subconsciously.
With just one glance, he almost collapsed at the sight before him.
Sand.
The overwhelming sand sprang out of the Yellow River for no apparent reason.
Like the yellow sand in the desert, there is no moisture at all, blocking the brilliance of the sunset and spreading large shadows.
The old man was so frightened that he even forgot to escape. Many supernatural folk legends about the Yellow River flashed through his mind.
However, no matter what kind of legend it is, there seems to be no theory that Yellow River will suddenly set off a sandstorm on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
The old man closed his eyes in despair, thinking that he was dead.
"It's just a pity that I didn't get to see my baby find a wife."
"Boom--"
Countless sandstorms suddenly rushed towards both sides of the Yellow River, flooding everything.
Trees, flowers, grass, rocks, and dams were not spared.
"I... I'm not dead yet?" The old man trembled and touched his body.
Not only is it intact, but not a single particle of sand or dust has touched it.
"How is that possible?!" The old man spoke in dialect and looked around in horror.
The thick sand and dust had reached the point where it submerged his waist. However, there was not a grain of sand within one meter of his body.
Even the fish are still jumping around, trying to break free from the constraints of the fishing net.
Although the old man has never believed in science in his life, he still wants to shout that this is unscientific!
Just when he was at a loss, a man's voice rang out. "Old man! You have nothing to do!"
"It's okay, how are you?!" the old man shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I'm fine too."
"Oh my god, this sandstorm is so terrifying that I am so scared that my soul is shaken off!" The old man's son was also frightened and quickly climbed to the top of the piled sand and pulled the old man up.
After the old man climbed onto the sand, he immediately found that many people at the entrance of the village were standing on the sand.
Under the setting sun, which was like blood, these people looked straight in the direction of the Yellow River, with shock and fear on their faces.