Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

"Recreate the Laws, the Lightning Source Belongs to Me!"

Emperor Shitian shouted loudly, and suddenly a blinding golden light burst out from his body. Pure lightning runes appeared and rotated around him, and then merged into his law of chaos!

He seemed to have transformed into an ancient god in charge of thunder punishment. Every move he made could cause thousands of thunders to fly!

"No! This is impossible! How can you control my thunder?!"

The Thunder Lord felt the loss of his own power and the other party's lightning power, which was of the same origin but more refined, and let out an unbelievable roar.

There was no trace of emotion in Emperor Shitian's eyes. He raised his hand and pointed. A chaotic divine thunder that was more condensed and terrifying than the thunder dragon released by the Thunder Lord before, instantly condensed and took shape. With the power to destroy the world, it blasted towards the Thunder Lord who was already struggling.

"Boom——!"

After a deafening bang, the chaotic realm dissipated, and the Thunder Lord's huge body was already charred black, and the lightning sword in his hand was broken into several pieces.

The thunder armor on his body shattered into pieces, and finally, with an unwilling roar, he turned into spots of light in the sky and dissipated.

With the defeat of the Thunder Lord, those Thunder Armor Warriors seemed to have lost the source of their power. They wailed and turned into lightning and dissipated.

The battle was over and the lightning storm around them gradually subsided.

Emperor Shitian took a deep breath and calmed the divine power surging in his body. Although he relied on the power of the system to integrate the origin of thunder and lightning this time, it also deepened his understanding of the laws.

"Master, you succeeded, that's amazing!" Xiao Qi cheered with a hint of admiration in his tone.

"The test after level 1500 is indeed not easy." Emperor Shitian nodded and said seriously, "I'm afraid there are more challenges waiting for me ahead."

Just as he finished speaking, a cold and emotionless mysterious voice suddenly sounded in his ears, as if it came from above the nine heavens, and also from the nine underworlds.

"Young man, congratulations on passing the Thunder Trial. You have now entered the ranks of the peerless geniuses of the Heavenly Witch Holy Land..."

"For peerless geniuses, the Heavenly Witch Tower has always had special treatment. You don't have to go through the next levels one by one."

"From level 1500 to level 3000, every 100 levels are combined into one big level, which means you only need to go through it 15 times to complete the game."

"However, if all 100 levels are integrated into one, the difficulty will increase 100 times, but at the same time, the chances gained will also increase 100 times."

"Young man, prepare yourself for the 1501-1600th level trial - the Poison Mist Corridor."

The sound fades.

Above the piece of land ahead that was plowed by thunder and charred, ripples suddenly appeared in the space, like the surface of water where a stone was thrown.

Then, a narrow passage that could only accommodate a few people slowly opened up with a teeth-grinding sound of twisting.

At the entrance of the passage, dark green mist was surging endlessly, like the gaping mouth of a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, emitting a strange light and leading quietly to the unknown depths of darkness.

The mist was not still, but was slowly wriggling as if it had life, dissipating in wisps.

As soon as it comes into contact with the outside air, a sickening sweet and fishy smell spreads and penetrates into the nostrils, making people almost nauseous.

What’s even more terrifying is that from the depths of the thick fog, countless tiny, indescribable rustling sounds can be faintly heard.

It sounded like countless poisonous insects crawling, or like some creature chewing in a low voice. Just listening to it was enough to make those with weak minds feel cold all over.

"Is this the trial of levels 1501-1600, the Poison Mist Corridor?" Emperor Shitian frowned slightly, staring intently at the strange passage.

He is a Chaos Saint, and has the black and white divine patterns protecting his body. Ordinary poisons can no longer cause him any trouble.

But the poisonous fog in this Witch Tower trial was obviously extraordinary, and it even made him feel a vague threat.

"Master, this fog... is like the poison of the avenue..." Xiao Qi saw through all the details and gave a warning.

"According to preliminary scanning and analysis, this dark green mist contains at least 3.72 million known highly toxic substances, and more than 12 million unknown mixed toxins."

"Some toxins are highly corrosive and paralyzing, and can even directly corrode the soul. If an ordinary saint is contaminated by even a little bit, he will probably be in big trouble!"

When Indra heard this, his eyes became sharper.

He knew very well that Xiao Qi never shot without purpose, and the poisonous fog that made it issue such a solemn warning must be extremely dangerous.

The poison of the Great Dao specifically corrodes the Great Dao. Who wouldn't be afraid of it if he weren't a Chaos Saint?

However, anyone who can pass this level must be a genius with a firm faith in the Tao and a foundation as solid as a rock, and he will surely achieve great success in the future.

Ordinary challengers would usually try their best to pass through and would not dare to linger here. The faster they go, the less likely they are to be eroded.

But Indra had other ideas.

"Chaos is positive, and nothingness is negative. Chaos is relatively easy to cultivate, but nothingness is very difficult to improve. Isn't this poison of the Great Dao the negative energy?"

“Perhaps, using the poison of the Great Dao to promote the evolution of nothingness can drive the entire black and white divine pattern to accelerate its fusion. This is a rare opportunity!”

"Positive and negative... yin and yang... black and white... they both complement and restrain each other, and only balance is the way to go..."

Indra talked to himself for a while, gradually realizing the opportunity of this level, and his voice began to be filled with unquestionable determination.

He took a step forward, and chaotic fairy light flowed around him, forming an invisible barrier that isolated all the poisonous fog that tried to invade.

Stepping into the long and narrow passage emitting a strange green light, I saw that the light inside the passage was dim and visibility was extremely low.

The surrounding stone walls were covered with slippery moss, and from time to time dark green liquid droplets dripped from above, making a "click" sound that was particularly clear in the silent passage.

The sweet and fishy smell in the air became stronger and stronger, and the rustling sounds were getting closer and closer, as if they were ringing in my ears.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Just as he was tense and looking around vigilantly, a creepy and strange laugh came from the depths of the thick fog in front of him without warning.

The laughter was sharp and hoarse, like the cry of a night owl, or the friction of metal, with a sense of mockery and cruelty.

As the laughter approached, the dark green fog in front of the door surged violently, and a blurry figure slowly emerged from it.

The figure gradually became clearer. It was a strange man with a hunched body and wearing a tattered dark green robe.

His face was haggard and his eyes were sunken, flashing with a faint green evil light. In his hand, he was holding a strange staff made of pale bones and dark green vines. On the top of the staff was an eyeball-shaped crystal that constantly oozed venom.

The most eye-catching thing was the long sword in his hand. The sword was slender and had a disturbing dark green color. There seemed to be liquid poison slowly flowing on the blade, emitting a heart-pounding stench and dangerous smell.

"Welcome to my playground, humble interlopers."

The strange man grinned, revealing two rows of sharp and yellow teeth, and spoke in a hoarse voice, his eyes wandering over Indra and his companions like a poisonous snake.

"I am Lord of the Avenue, Poison Mist, the master of this Poison Mist Corridor. If you want to pass through here, you must first consult the 'Ten Thousand Poison Soul Devouring Sword' in my hand!"

Before he finished speaking, a stronger and purer poison gas suddenly burst out from his body, instantly making the already thick poisonous fog around him even darker, almost turning it into a tangible dark green liquid.