Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Song Xuan stroked his fist and laughed softly, "But now, he is mine!"

Before a treasure is recognized by its owner, whoever obtains it owns it, and whoever holds it can unleash some of its power.

Song Xuan simply sensed the situation of this treasure and smiled lightly, "This treasure actually contains another magical power. It seems to consume a lot of energy. It requires burning the soul to instantly burst out ten times the combat power!"

Song Xuan clicked his tongue twice, "Fellow Daoist, why didn't you use it before?

Are you reluctant to give up your own soul and afraid of destroying your foundation?

Or do you still not take me, Song, seriously and think it's not worth damaging your foundation for me?"

With every word Song Xuan said, Patriarch Daluo's face became darker, and later on, he became even more gloomy and resentful!

He really didn't take Song Xuan seriously at first, and didn't think that he needed to burn his soul to activate the magical powers in the treasure.

But when he realized something was wrong and wanted to fight to the death, he was horrified to find that under the opponent's sealing technique, he no longer had the qualifications to fight to the death.

"I really underestimated you, fellow Daoist!"

There was a radiance of magical power flowing crazily on the forehead of Patriarch Daluo. He was busy repairing the sword mark between his eyebrows.

His arm was cut off and his treasure was taken away, so his fighting power was greatly reduced.

But what really worried him was the sword mark between his eyebrows.

Although the sword energy just now failed to cut open his head, it had actually penetrated into the space of his sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows and injured his soul. If he could not dispel the remaining sword energy in his sea of ​​consciousness as soon as possible, his foundation would probably be in serious trouble!

The figure of Patriarch Daluo retreated without a trace.

He noticed a clue that the opponent's sealing technique seemed to be limited in distance and could only be used at close range.

The farther away he is from Song Xuan, the safer he will be.

At this moment, he had already decided to retreat. He didn't want to fight anymore, and he couldn't win!

He didn't understand why this man surnamed Song, who could be suppressed and beaten by him at the beginning, became stronger and stronger, and even in the end, he became the one being crushed.

What exactly is the opponent's last sealing technique?

If it could be used at any time without restriction, then he could say with certainty that there would probably be another taboo in this world.

The most hateful thing is that this taboo was created by his Great Ancestor Daluo himself!

It’s okay if you don’t think about it, the more you think about it, the angrier you get!

Seeing that Patriarch Daluo was retreating, Song Xuan did not chase after him.

The other party was delaying time, and he, Song Xuan, was also delaying time to recover the energy consumed in the sealing technique he had just used.

Now, he has entered the art of formation by using his body as an entry point, his strength has skyrocketed, and he has even won the precious gloves, and has completely gained the upper hand.

On the other hand, Patriarch Daluo had both his arms crippled, his eyebrows injured, and an extremely important treasure lost. Most importantly, he did not dare to leave the secret world and could not escape even if he wanted to.

Song Xuan was very confident. Even if he didn't use the sealing technique, and only activated part of the power of the treasure, he could kill this once high and mighty ninth-level sect ancestor by bit by bit!

Time passes by little by little,

Patriarch Daluo was cautiously repairing his injuries while retreating.

Song Xuan stood in the void and watched coldly.

Seeing his appearance, the Great Luo Patriarch was secretly pondering in his heart.

Could it be that this Song guy is actually at the end of his strength, and the forbidden magical power he used before has already exhausted all his magic power?

Patriarch Daluo felt a little moved and wanted to test the waters.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't dare to do it.

This old monster Song has such a terrifying mind that he even sacrifices his own sister to make a nest. God knows what he is planning.

Instead of taking rash steps, it’s better to just wait and waste time.

As long as they can drag other Mahayana monks from their own sect and capture the already weak little girl Song Qian, the situation can be reversed immediately!

Let’s not talk about whether an old monster like Song Xuan, who is deep-minded, cares about family affection or not, but he can be sure that his own sister, who can burst out with the peak combat power of Mahayana in an instant, should still be very important to this old monster Song!

From the perspective of interests, it is not worth it no matter how you look at it to lose such a sister with unlimited potential just to kill me, the ancestor of the sect who can only hide in the secret world.

As long as Song Qian is captured, he can't expect this old monster Song to surrender, but at least his Daluo Sect will have the qualifications to negotiate.

Under the current situation, it is no longer realistic to force Song Xuan out of the imperial capital. The second prince's ascension to the throne is basically a foregone conclusion. Next, the only thing he can do is to gain more benefits for himself and the Daluo Sect in the subsequent negotiations.

However, as time passed, Song Xuan still had no response, which made Patriarch Daluo feel a little uneasy.

"I'm waiting for the strong men from the sect to capture your sister. Fellow Daoist, what are you waiting for?"

"me..."

Song Xuan laughed heartily, "I'm waiting for all the great elders of your Daluo Sect to come out in full force and wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

As he spoke, he looked towards the vortex passage leading to the outside world, but saw a figure in white clothes and white hair walking towards him in the passage. Behind that person, several human heads were floating with wide-open pupils and faces full of fear.

It can be seen that these heads must have encountered great terror before death and died in a very undignified way.

The ancestor Daluo looked at the floating heads in astonishment, with a look of disbelief on his face.

But after seeing the face of the figure in white clothes and white hair, the disbelief on his face instantly turned into fear and horror, and he even let out a sharp roar.

"Wang Lin! You are the forbidden existence of the Demon Cultivation Sea, Old Demon Wang!"

"Do you recognize Wang, fellow Daoist?"

Wang Lin looked calm and said lightly, "It seems that Wang has some reputation in the outside world!"

"Don't you stay in the Demon Cultivation Sea all year round, never going out, and never interfering in the conflicts between other forces?"

It was already difficult for him to deal with Song Xuan alone, and now a real taboo existence had come. The mentality of the Daluo Patriarch completely collapsed at this moment.

"What hatred or grudge do you have? You want to make things difficult for my Daluo Sect!"

Chapter 805: Forbidden Magical Power—Remnant Night!

Wang Lin is not a talkative person.

He could get along well with Song Xuan because in his heart, Wang Lin was one of his few friends, and friends could naturally get along well.

Even the old demon Wang, who has always been a murderer, would show an interested expression when it came to the gossip about Song Xuan.

As for the Great Luo Patriarch, in Wang Lin's eyes, he was just an insignificant person, a dead man. He never wanted to waste time talking to a dead person.

In response to the roar of the Daluo Patriarch, Wang Lin pinched the seals with his hands, then raised his hand and pointed at the void, and an indifferent voice slowly came out of his mouth.

"Can Ye!"

As soon as the word "remaining night" came out, the boundless dark void of the secret world seemed to turn into an endless ocean, and above the ocean, a rising sun slowly rose.

The sun was not very dazzling, but the moment it rose, it burst out with unimaginable power. The light tore through the darkness and shook the universe. This secret world finally collapsed completely under the explosion of this power.

The sea rose in the last night, and the scorching sun continued to rise. Wherever its light passed, everything turned into dust.

Patriarch Daluo kept dodging in fear, but in the end, he was still enveloped by the early morning light that rose from the remnant night. His cultivation at the peak of Mahayana only lasted for two or three breaths, and finally his body turned to dust, and his soul and Tao fruit were annihilated in the light.

Song Xuan watched the scene quietly.

The Daluo ancestor, who had only been slightly injured after fighting with all his might, was turned into ashes and completely destroyed by Wang Lin's magical power.

At this moment, he intuitively and clearly understood what taboo was.

What does it mean that as long as he doesn't want it, even a heavenly calamity cannot come?

Wang Lin's magical power was extremely powerful. The only downside was that once it was unleashed, it would become a range attack, either destroying an entire world or killing a large number of people. Nothing would exist wherever it passed, not even the storage ring of Patriarch Daluo could be left behind!

The light transformed by Canye's magical power was like a rolling torrent, causing most of the secret world to collapse. The light began to flood towards the secret passage.

Wang Lin glanced at the secret world that was no longer of any value and smiled calmly, "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and the heads of several great elders of the Daluo Sect floating behind him disappeared into the endless brilliant light like shooting stars.

After doing this, he turned around and followed the vortex channel to leave this world.

Song Xuan smiled slightly and glanced at the old monk Kuhai from the Mahayana Buddhism who was fleeing madly towards the whirlpool channel from a distance.

I have to say that this old monk is really something. His escape speed was so fast that the light of the remnant night couldn't catch up with him for a while.

Song Xuan chuckled, turned around and walked out of the passage. He raised his hand and waved it. The vortex passage was like words on a blackboard. He wiped out most of it with a light wipe.

The remaining small half was about to be wiped away by Song Xuan.

"Senior, please spare my life!"

From the only remaining gap in the vortex passage, the frightened, impatient, fearful and uneasy voice of the old monk Kuhai was heard. The voice was filled with tears, but more of it was despair!

Looking at the vortex channel being erased bit by bit, Ku Hai's face turned extremely pale. At this moment, he clearly felt what death was!

If the spatial coordinates leading to the outside world are erased, no matter how powerful Ku Hai's escape skills are, he will have to perish along with this secret world!

Seeing that the last bit of the gap in the passage was about to disappear, Kuhai was completely desperate. He clasped his hands together, turned around to face the sunlight that was sweeping in like a torrent, and silently chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, good, good! Karma and reincarnation will always bring retribution!"

He didn't resent anything.

He kidnapped someone's sister, this is the reason.

As an older brother, he blocked his own retreat before leaving. This is the consequence.

The law of cause and effect goes on and on, which is the will of heaven. Everything is just his retribution!

At this moment, his expression was unusually peaceful, with a kind look and a Buddha-like appearance.

Just as the scorching sun light transformed by the magical power of Canye was approaching, the old monk Kuhai suddenly felt a loosening on his back, and his whole body was lifted up uncontrollably, as if an arm grabbed the back of his neck.

Immediately, the boundless light disappeared in a flash, replaced by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was almost tangible. What came into view were the clouds in the sky and the wind in the ears.

Also, there was the eldest daughter of the Song family, who was pinching his neck with one hand and had a smiling face.

"Old monk, I just saved your life!"

After a brief moment of shock, Ku Hai clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Amitabha, good, good, I do owe you my life!"

Looking at the bright and lively girl, Ku Hai felt a wave of emotion in his heart. He never expected that he would get involved in the fight between these old monsters, and the one who saved him in the end was the one he once regarded as a hostage!

The power of heaven is unpredictable, it is really fate that plays tricks on us!

"I didn't save you so that you would owe me anything!"

Song Qian released the hand that was pinching his neck, put her hands behind her back, and said in a deep voice with the demeanor of a Taoist master, "You old monk are quite interesting. Although you have done bad things, your nature is not bad.

You said before that there is a master-disciple relationship between you and me.

Now, are you willing to take me as your master?"

Kuhai was stunned.

I'm already old...

But when his eyes caught Song Xuan's half-smile, his expression immediately changed and he became extremely pious. He clasped his hands together and knelt in front of Song Qian.

"Amitabha, I am Kuhai, the humble monk, and I wish to take you as my master. I also hope that you will not mind my stupidity and accept me as your disciple!"

Song Qian smiled slightly, "Since you have sincerely accepted my teaching, I will reluctantly accept you as my disciple. From today on, you will be my third direct disciple!"

"The third one?"

Ku Hai was stunned for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

That’s right, my master looks young, but he is a ruthless man who almost killed the Great Luo Ancestor with a single sword strike.

It is normal for a master with such strength to have accepted two disciples before.

When Victoria Song talked about her third direct disciple, a hint of nostalgia appeared on her face.

Speaking of which, Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu were raised by her. She was both their master and mother, and she had a lot of feelings for these two disciples.

But if you calculate the time, even if the two of them later broke through to the Grandmaster level, they would probably have entered old age now, right?

There is basically no hope of meeting again in this life!

Song Xuan and Wang Lin watched Ku Hai kowtow and become his disciple, which was considered as a spectator's ceremony.

But after watching the ceremony, Wang Lin looked at Song Xuan with a strange expression.

Although it was not said directly, Song Xuan could understand the meaning.