Devour

Chapter 182 Last Words

"The magical treasures of our sect have become more abundant." Cheng Bai was secretly proud of himself. He was very satisfied after trying on the Biling armor and gave two sets to Lu Miaoting, Yan Gui and Hei Long respectively.

After leaving the flying saucer, go east through a narrow and dark corridor, and the view in front of you suddenly becomes bright. The gloomy and depressing scene is replaced by splendor, and you enter a tall hall.

The walls of the hall are decorated with dazzling colors, as if inlaid with gold and silver; the carpets on the floor are luxurious, like soft clouds; the crystal lights on the ceiling are dazzling, as if the sky is full of stars. Every place is gorgeous yet solemn.

There are layers of stairs in the center of the hall, and at the top stands a huge and luxurious throne, which is finely carved from a whole piece of smoky purple jade. It is very majestic and sits on it, with a giant mummy that looks like a dry skeleton.

The giant had a majestic appearance, dark skin, six wings on his back, black fur, long arms and legs. Noticing Cheng Bai and others approaching, he slowly stood up from the throne. He was five meters tall, holding a giant two-handed sword that shone with green light, as if he was about to make a move.

We have gone deep into the secret realm and only encountered trouble here, which means it has been a smooth journey.

Cheng Bai looked at the other party from a distance and asked suspiciously, "Sub-giant size, with six wings on its back, could it be an angel?"

Black Fly confirmed: "The Dark Angel of the Angel Clan, known for its bravery and fighting skills. But it died a long time ago, and is just a zombie with residual resentment."

As he spoke, the Dark Angel walked down the steps of the throne, wielding a huge sword and charging forward with great momentum.

Having lost the last battle, Hei Long wanted to save face, so he asked for a fight: "The strength of the angels is unfathomable, let me go and test them."

He instantly transformed into a giant dragon over a hundred meters long, urged the storm tide to protect his body, spewed out the wind of withering, and attacked the dark angel who was striding towards him.

The wind of withering howled, and wherever it touched, everything withered and all living things died.

The storm tide is surging, both offensive and defensive, with water droplets all over the sky, destroying everything with ease.

Compared with the previous battle, Hei Long showed no reservation and used all his skills. His body was as fast as the wind, his moves were fierce, and he used all the deadly moves of the dragon clan's physical skills. His secret skills stirred up a violent storm that made the whole hall tremble slightly. His power was so overwhelming that it made people feel awe.

The Dark Angel, however, was incomparable to ordinary people. It fought as bravely as it did in life, flapping its six dark wings, stirring up a strange and gloomy wind that offset the wind of withering, and it responded to the storm without making a sound.

The sword in that hand was no ordinary object but a spiritual weapon, the Angel Sword. Wherever it passed, the water was split into ripples. His sword skills were superb, and he wielded it steadily, swiftly and powerfully, splitting the surging waves of the storm tide with the force of thunder and breaking the continuous water droplets.

Countless tiny water droplets disappeared without a trace, and the defense was torn apart layer by layer, piercing the black dragon's body, forcing the black dragonfly to retreat again and again, with almost no power to fight back.

Cheng Bai watched from the sidelines and estimated its strength. He thought to himself, "This Dark Angel is much stronger than Tu Jian. He broke through two secret arts with just his sword skills. Hei Long is no match for him." He hurriedly said, "Hei Long, back off. I will deal with him."

Heilong wanted to retreat, but was temporarily enveloped by the sword light and could not escape.

Cheng Bai's fingers jumped continuously as if producing phantoms, shooting out silent, invisible and traceless sniper bullets.

The first sniper bullet hit the giant sword in the Dark Angel's hand, deflecting the blade and interrupting the attack, allowing the Black Fly to take the opportunity to retreat.

Immediately afterwards, the second bullet hit the Dark Angel's throat directly, penetrating a large hole. No blood was seen flowing from the dried mummy's body, and the Angel did not die.

Cheng Bai did not pause at all, his eyes were calm and determined, his fingers pointed quickly, and the third arrow, carrying endless murderous intent, pierced through the dark angel's forehead like a hot knife through butter.

The continuous serious injuries made the Dark Angel helpless, and his swordsmanship was in chaos. However, as an undead, his body was dead but his soul was still there, so he could not completely disappear.

Hei Long kept a safe distance, but was unwilling to give up. He launched his most powerful attack secret technique, Divine Thunder, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the hall.

The thick electric chain hit the Dark Angel on the head, causing him to tremble all over. Smoke came out of his wings, and he fell to the ground with a thud. A wisp of residual soul rose from his body, and then dissipated, and he finally died.

Cheng Bai stepped forward and put away the Angel Sword. It was surprisingly heavy in his hand. It was made of a rare precious metal called Qingguang Copper Mother.

The light blue giant sword reflects a faint glow all over, with fine sword patterns, exquisite hollowing, and gorgeous inlays, a perfect combination of elegance and power.

Cheng Bai was quite impressed and couldn't help but praise: "The Angel Clan's weapon refiners are ingenious in making the best use of the materials."

Lu Miaoting looked around and said, "There is no other exit in this palace. Should we go back?"

Cheng Bai smiled and said, "It's not easy to get out. Now that we're here, we might as well move out cleanly."

The Smoker was understanding and agreed, "The best treasure in the hall must be the throne. I'll go move it."

Smoky purple jade is a rare spiritual stone, and the huge throne is indeed priceless.

The smoker rushed forward, rolled up his sleeves, and lifted it up with all his strength.

As a demon king, he was strong and had a force of 100,000 kilograms, but he couldn't move it. He said in surprise, "It's embedded in it, and it's connected to the bottom."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the entire staircase under his feet rumble and slowly rise, the ceiling slowly opened, and dazzling light fell from the sky.

Cheng Bai said in surprise: "Smoker is really a lucky star. He has triggered the mechanism again. The stairs are going up. Let's go and see what other treasures are hidden."

The two men and two demons stood around the throne. As the stairs rose to the upper room, the sun was bright in front of them and the view was broad. It turned out that the stairs to the throne led directly to the observation deck of the spirit boat.

Cheng Bai noticed something strange at the first moment and asked in surprise: "The haze outside is gone. Is there a time limit or some condition has been triggered?"

Lu Miaoting looked around and commented, "It's huge, much bigger than the observation deck on a starship."

Hei Long's eyes were sharp, and he was concerned about something more important. He looked up and said, "Look at those corpses in the air. Many people have died there."

This lookout tower was exceptionally tall, its walls were as transparent as if there was nothing in them, and there were holes of varying sizes all over it. A translucent layered structure could be seen on the cross-section. The destruction was so clean and neat that it was unknown what kind of weapon had pierced through it.

Many dried corpses were suspended in the air, floating as if they were free from the constraints of gravity. They had different body shapes, features, and clothing, and they shuttled in and out of the holes.

The smoker was stunned and said, "It's hard to see clearly when it's foggy outside, so how could I know there are these dirty things?"

At first, when I occasionally saw them outside, it seemed as if the flocks of birds flying over were all dried up corpses.

Their skins were tightly attached to their stiff bones, and they rolled silently when they floated out of the observation deck, flew away from the observation deck, made a big circle and floated back, and then passed through the hole while rolling, just like the sun, moon and stars circling around them, rotating endlessly, revealing a gloomy and weird atmosphere, forming a creepy picture.

Cheng Bai said: "He has been dead for a long time, he is definitely not a killer from the Tumin Society."

Blackfly identified: "There is more than one race. In addition to the Thunder God Clan, there are also the Stone Witch Clan, the Angel Clan, and the Sea King Clan. Why are they flying around here?"

The Thunder Valley on Giant Beast Island once distorted the rules of the universe and changed the natural phenomena.

Cheng Bai thought about it, took a deep breath and said, "An unparalleled strong man took action, forming a strange law with long-lasting influence."

Lu Miaoting looked back at the throne, which seemed a little cold. She hugged her shoulders and whispered, "Do you still want the throne? I want to leave here quickly."

Cheng Bai said: "Of course. I'll take it apart, it will be done quickly." He walked forward and carefully observed the mechanism, and in no time he took down the entire Yan Fei Purple Jade Throne and stuffed it into the treasure bag.

The lookout tower suddenly shone brightly, and the figure of a tall old man appeared along with the light.

He was nearly two meters tall, with a sturdy and strong physique, shoulder-length brown hair and a thick beard that shone with a vigorous luster. He was wearing an ancient battle robe, his face was weathered, his eyes were firm, and he exuded a majestic aura that was above ten thousand people.

Lu Miaoting cried out in shock: "A ghost has appeared."

Cheng Bailing examined it with his eyes and shook his head, saying, "It's not a ghost. It's just a projection playback set up on the observation deck, which was triggered by the removal of the throne."

The tall old man faced Cheng Bai and the others and said, "I am Ning Kui, the chief elder of the Thunder God Clan from the Yingmen Star Region. When you saw me, I had been dead for a long time."

Cheng Bai and others quieted down and listened to the tall old man's last words.

"In the Yunmen Dynasty, the Great Emperor of the Pangu Clan has achieved great accomplishments, unrivaled in ancient and modern times. He is the most promising genius in the past three million years to seek the path to immortality and become the Supreme Immortal."

Inside the observation deck, the projection kept changing, and a shocking picture was displayed behind Ning Kui, as if returning to a certain era, when the Pangu clan, the most powerful race in the starry sky, was at its peak of glory, and sages from all races in the heavens and the universe came to the Purple Star Emperor to pay homage.