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Volume 1, Where to Come, Chapter 31, The Shadow

The blue light sword slashed down, slashing towards the strong demonic energy with the power of opening mountains and breaking the sky. The sword light flashed and penetrated into the boundless demon tide, like throwing a stone into the sea, without causing any storm, but only splashed a few cloud-like fireworks.

Lan Mingli's face was gloomy, and his hands were waving constantly, forming different gestures. In the air, either swords, swords, axes, roars of thunder, or lightning, and the sky was filled with cold lights, all hitting the demon tide, but they were like mud cows entering the sea without any ripples.

At this time, a rich figure walked out from the demon tide and let out a low muffled groan at the sky. It shattered the many lights flowing in the sky, and the brilliant colors landed like raindrops.

Like a huge statue from ancient times to the present, the Demon Lord and the God of the Underworld look down on the world, like a steep peak standing tall.

"Sir, can you help us destroy the demon god?" Many magic tricks were useless to the Netherworld God. Lan Mingli's eyes turned to the Galaxy Dragon again, and said with a pleading attitude.

The spiritual light in the eyes of the dragon in the Galaxy River was bright, and a long roar sound was made. It opened its mouth and spit out a brilliant divine light, spraying towards the Netherworld God Lord. A cold light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Netherworld God Lord Rumo. Along with the cold snorting of his life, the demonic energy around him rolled and dissipated, forming a rich mist and disappeared into the void.

The demon tide spreads everywhere, slowly moving forward like a gurgling river. Wherever it passes, there is endless darkness, and under the ink-like sky, there is endless unknown fear hidden.

The dragon of the Galaxy suppressed its chest and roared, and the blue light spit out from its mouth rushed forward like a tide, resisting the erosion of the boundless demonic energy. Suddenly, the God of Netherworld broke out of the air and waved towards the dragon of the Galaxy with its ink-colored giant sword in both hands.

The ink-colored giant sword is as black as ink, with a simple shape and a very ferocious appearance. Its pattern is covered with a head with a cold breath. Under the cold snorting of the Netherworld God Lord, the sword body burst out with cold black flames, jumping on the cold light.

The dragon of the Galaxy seemed to feel the strangeness from behind. A thin water curtain quickly floated out, and the giant sword slashed down, splashing countless water splashes. The water curtain also trembled slightly because of this fluctuation, and then it flowed rapidly with the softness of the water to dissolve the tough force.

The giant sword in the hand of the Netherworld God wielded constantly, and the shadows broke through the water curtain bit by bit and rushed straight into the sky. A trace of anger appeared in the blue crystal-clear face of the Star River Dragon, and two dazzling divine lights suddenly shot out from their eyes, rushing towards the Netherworld God.

Faced with the sudden attack from the dragon in the galaxy, the God of Netherworld held the sword in one hand and cut off the two divine lights in the sky. Then, the two swords floated in the air, swam down and swayed thousands of afterimages, like drizzle, bombarding towards the water curtain.

"Pa~pa", a trace of sword shadow gradually penetrated into the water curtain, shooting directly into the galaxy dragon. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the Netherworld God's mouth, and a ball of green fire once again floated out of the palm of his hand, turning into a giant turquoise tripod, floating in the air.

"I'll take this slight remnant soul." Many thin filaments suddenly flew out of the green cauldron, rushed in from the cracks in the water curtain, and tangled the galaxy dragon. Lan Mingli was shocked. The divine thoughts he had covered the galaxy dragon were being swallowed bit by bit. Immediately, a large piece of blue clouds in his hand surged out and drifted towards the galaxy dragon. When the blue light reached mid-air, a layer of faint green flame suddenly appeared, turning large patches of blue clouds into clouds and smoke.

A faint green flame floated in the air, swaying little by little. At this time, a black light rose from the body of the Netherworld God, followed by a cold light. The biting cold air followed by, and a "puff" sound like dry firewood swallowing, the flame suddenly rolled, forming a vortex, rolling up the demonic aura in the sky, gathering towards it, condensed a baby with a cold air.

The baby's face was expressionless, his eyes were bright, and there was a constant flow of spiritual light. On the surface of his body, there was a thin layer of green flames, emitting the cold like an ice cave. "Next, let me accompany you guys, the little ones." A playful smile appeared in the face of the fire infant's demonic energy. A breeze blew by, and the demonic energy kept sobbing. As the baby opened his mouth, it all rushed in.

As the demonic energy continued to pour in, the baby's body became more and more delicate, as if it were physical, and the demonic energy gradually condensed. Lan Mingli's face was covered with frost, extremely cold, and the dragon of the galaxy was being swallowed bit by bit. The demon's giant appearance, Netherworld God Lord, stood tall and stared at him like a dead person. The sudden flames of the baby were gradually exuding a shocking momentum. The demonic energy was infusing into his body madly. Lan Mingli felt a faint palpitation. The power of the divine power of the heavens, how could a mere Nascent Infant match it? All of this was based on strength. As the young master of the Star Palace, he condensed Nascent Infant in just five hundred years. The pride of unparalleled world has always been in his heart. Now..., he casts many magic weapons and creates thousands of magic spells, but he cannot shake the Netherworld God Lord at all. This kind of frustration makes Lan Mingli calm in his heart.

Just as Lan Mingli was thinking a lot, two terrifying geese fell from the sky, one gray and the other red, which was the man on the Fire Cloud and the man in gray robe. The two rays of light were extraordinary, and in a moment it made the lights in the sky dim, and they all retreated, opening up a channel with various fluorescent colors.

The whole body was introverted, the man in the gray robe looked cold, and his hands showed a gray glow, spreading the earth and seeping into the soil, and then said to the man on the Fire Cloud: "With my spiritual body of the surviving wolf in heaven, I don't know if I can destroy the distraction of the ancient forbidden beast. Now there is nothing left to keep. If you involve the Fire Infant, you can't let him shake the golden patterns left by the ancient remains. Now the golden patterns are being eroded by the demonic energy bit by bit, and they are already shaking and can't be affected any more."

"But with my strength, it may be difficult to stop the Fire Infant." The man on the Huoyun's hair was still flamboyant, but he lacked some power. He showed a very ugly expression on his face at the words of the man in gray robe.

The man in the gray robe frowned and looked at Lan Mingli, who had been looking at him, with a look of thought. At this moment, a pressure that seemed to be stagnant to Lan Mingli was rolling towards Lan Mingli. It was this feeling of powerlessness again. Lan Mingli felt his insignificance again, a burning in the middle of Lan Mingli's strength.

"Fellow Taoist no need to be nervous." As if he felt the abnormality shown by Lan Mingli, the man in the gray robe glittered and said lightly to Lan Mingli, "Can you help me to destroy the Fire Infant? I will pay the fellow Taoist corresponding reward."
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