Li Qingming looked at the messy "Tongue Pulling City", and the pent-up anger in his heart was finally wiped away. Then he grimaced and slaughtered all the creatures in the first layer of space. Who can lead the way for him?
?
Shaking his head, Li Qingming jumped up, thinking: "We can only use the old method."
The soul was released again, and the power of the soul spread overwhelmingly towards Batongue City, searching every inch of the first layer of space.
After a while, a stone wall on the edge of the extreme south attracted Li Qingming.
I saw a tiny hole at the bottom of the stone wall, as big as the eye of a needle, which was constantly spitting out a faint sharp golden aura.
Li Qingming observed for a while, with a happy smile on his face, "I found it, I finally found it!" Then he pressed the seal, and a jade-clear divine thunder tentatively struck the stone wall in front of him.
"boom!"
The huge thunder flashed past, but the stone wall was still as smooth as a mirror, and the light could discern people.
"What is this?" Li Qingming and others looked at the stone wall in front of them and reached out to touch it. "It is indeed a seal!"
It turns out that the entire first layer is completely wrapped in a seal. The power of the seal is infinite, stronger than a rock, and difficult to be broken open by force.
"Let me live in this tongue-pulling space for the rest of my life? Is it possible?" Li Qingming stroked the stone wall carefully, with thousands of thoughts flashing through his mind.
Suddenly, a bright light suddenly flashed from Li Qingming.
"Tai Chi! Use softness to overcome hardness!"
Using the softest strength in the world to overcome the strongest strength in the world, wouldn't it be in harmony with the destiny of heaven?
Li Qingming took a few steps back. With his eyes closed, he recalled the Tai Chi he had perfected over and over again in his mind. His face was so indifferent that he did not look like a primitive disciple. His inaction aura was quite similar to that of Lao Tzu.
for similarity.
For a long time, Li Qingming calmed down, exhaled softly, and began to practice Tai Chi.
As Li Qingming's Tai Chi movements full of Taoist charms were slowly performed, an indescribable force slowly squeezed and expanded from the space.
Like the beginning of the universe, the chaotic energy surged, like mist, hazy waist, and slowly condensed into two yin and yang fish. The yin fish was outlined with the avenue rune "Yang", while the yang fish was outlined with
Wearing "Yin"!
In the virtual reality, two yin and yang fish were cruising happily and playing. Suddenly, there was a thunder from the sky, the sound of the howling wind came from far and near, the eyes of the yin fish suddenly released a dark light, and the bloody artistic conception was like a hammer on the ground: Yang
The white light in the fish's eyes flickers, and the endless vitality is like a newborn baby.
"boom!"
The two scenes merged together, and the picture scroll, half of the dead realm and half of the living land, shot straight towards the stone wall, and a huge roar resounded throughout the tongue-pulling space.
When the lead dissipated, a platinum-gold world appeared in front of Li Qingming's eyes.
"Huh!" Li Qingming exhaled softly, and walked towards the long and narrow corridor filled with sharp golden energy with a calm expression. The bright brilliance was in sharp contrast with the first floor outside the corridor.
After walking through the long corridor, Li Qingming saw the familiar scene again.
A huge avenue rune outlines the three characters "Scissors City"
Demons and angels were still busy inside, but the difference was that the hooked steel fork in the demon's hand turned into a huge pair of scissors with a cold light. The work of pulling out tongues turned into scissoring fingers.
"Huh? Scissor City! Why does this name sound so familiar?" Li Qingming looked at the three big characters in front of him and frowned.
After a long while, Li Qingming slapped his forehead suddenly and suddenly realized: "Pu Tongue City... Scissor City... Are there also Iron Tree City and Nie Jing City below... I wonder why it feels so familiar! Isn't this the legendary one?
Eighteen levels of hell!"
"It turns out that the eighteen levels of hell are not a place, but a magic weapon! It seems that it really works this time, thank you Satan and Cain!" Li Qingming chuckled, looking extremely happy.
The situation that Li Qingming encountered in this level was almost the same as that in Pulling Tongue City. The city along the way down was more bloody, and Li Qingming was really surprised.
“Chongjiu City”, “Blood Pond City”, “Wonderful Death City”, “Zhenxing City”, “Volcano City”, “Grindered from stone”, “Made with swords”.
These eighteen levels of hell were broken by Li Qingming's attention. It was not until the last level that Li Qingming realized how harmful these eighteen levels of hell were to the soul, which was simply horrifying to hear!
"Huh! I have already broken through the eighteen levels of hell. Isn't the setting of this hell too harsh? Even if the soul of Daluo Jinxian comes to break into hell, it will still have to shed its skin!" Li Qingming looked at the purple-gold door in front of him.
, thinking secretly.
After walking through hell, what stopped Li Qingming again was the purple-gold door in front of him.
The door was entirely made of purple gold, with the same image as the golden ark engraved on it. The stalwart body of the middle-aged man seemed to be flying through the air, pursuing the distant and invisible road.
"Squeak!"
The purple-gold door suddenly opened on its own. There was no murderous intention behind the door, no bloodshed, just an empty road that extended to no one knows where.
Li Qingming, who had already reached this point, would not let go of any hope of breaking out of the tower and walked in. It was empty and silent, and neither I nor I could describe the atmosphere in the space at this time.
"Ta!" "Ta!" "Ta!"
The sound of empty footsteps echoed, and Li Qingming seemed to be walking on an ancient road that no one had walked for hundreds of millions of years. It was extremely quiet.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed past. Then, it started like a prairie fire, with a total of nineteen light spots jumping around, as if they were welcoming something.
Eighteen groups of red or white flames were quietly rotating around a group of purple-gold brilliance in the void.
"Child, you are here! I have been waiting for you for hundreds of millions of years!"
An old, slightly hoarse voice slowly came out from the purple-gold brilliance.
"Who are you?" Li Qingming looked at the light group in front of him calmly and said calmly.
"My name is Destiny Ancestor, and I am the same god and demon of chaos as Pangu!" The purple-gold light was beating crazily.
"Oh? Didn't you die?" Li Qingming nodded silently, thinking to himself: "Could this be the person who opened up this medieval world?"
"The way I have cultivated is the way of destiny." The light group paused for a while and continued: "When Pangu opened the sky, the great road tempted us to block it. He wanted to use Pangu's hand to destroy me in the chaos.
.I also understood the meaning of the Great Dao, so I never went there and escaped a calamity. Later, I used great magic power to forcibly open up the world after Pangu in order to attain the Great Dao."
"Unfortunately, my strength failed, and the world I opened was not complete, so I tried my best to imitate Pangu and act out all things. Unfortunately, I was plotted by Dao Dao, and my body and most of my soul were taken away. I failed! I was already dead.
, how did you know that your life was saved by this innate treasure, the 'Eighteen Levels of Hell', so you can survive."