Chapter 421: Da Luo Three Thousand Dao, Thousand Souls Without Tears!

The bottom of the lake.

A few strands of water occasionally echo in front of your eyes.

Qin Feng looked at the ten-zhang corpse of the nightmare in front of him, and slowly walked to the neck of the nightmare.

Long, dark purple hair hid Nightmare's scarred face.

Qin Feng's eyes had a thoughtful look.

He's thinking... What is the origin of this nightmare?

Even though it was the Flood Era, the number of quasi-saints and supreme saints at that time was much higher than now, but the saint-level powerhouses were definitely not stalls.

A quasi-saint, even in the evil nightmare clan where the strong are like clouds, is definitely the most core group of people.

And back then...

The one who destroyed the Nightmare clan was the ancestor of Hongjun who had already transcended the way of heaven.

As an existence beyond the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun Ancestor naturally would not favor any clan, and his appearance was just because the Nightmare clan was too powerful against the heavens and connived, and if he continued to connive, this open world would be completely destroyed.

Therefore, he, the ancestor, took action to destroy the Nightmare Clan, in order to maintain the balance between heaven and earth.

And to exterminate the clan must be to exterminate the elite of the clan.

Quasi-holy, holy, even if it is a demon clan, the total number is only that.

Hongjun made a move, and it was impossible to have a chance to escape.

But the facts are in front of us, this Nightmare Clan did flee back then.

However, it should be seriously injured, and he escaped to a secret realm in the flood wilderness that year, and with the collapse of the flood wilderness, the ten thousand worlds were derived, and this secret world was the yin realm of the cloud and water world.

Regarding the origin of this nightmare, Qin Feng only thought about it a little, but he didn't think about it anymore.

Anyway...

His only purpose now is to turn this nightmare body into his own!

The Evil Nightmare Clan, known as the root of all evil, was the race that broke the balance of heaven and earth and forced the ancestor of Hongjun to make a move, which shows how powerful it is, and what Qin Feng lacks most now is capital and strength.

With the help of this evil nightmare body, one day leading the demons of the Ten Thousand Realms to fight with the Immortal Court, the victory rate will be greater.

Took a deep breath.

Qin Feng closed his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body began to flow in a strange way.

The full name of this soul splitting supernatural power is 'Da Luo Three Thousand Dao'.

It was a loose cultivator called 'Flowers Without Tears' who taught Sun Wukong.

As for why Hua Wuxian wanted to teach this to Sun Wukong, according to himself, among the ten thousand worlds, Sun Wukong was one of the few people he could look at, so he regarded Sun Wukong as a friend, nothing more.

This flower has no tears and is chic by nature, traveling through all worlds, not afraid of heaven and earth, what do you want to do, and beat whoever is unhappy, whether it is a person from the fairy court or a person from Taoism and Buddhism, as long as you do something that he is not used to, and is targeted by him, it is a violent beating.

It's no wonder that he will look at Sun Wukong in the right eye, this is obviously a person all the way...

But after the beating, there will definitely be a chase.

It's just that this guy's cultivation is not very strong, it's just a golden immortal, and the golden immortal is not weak, but in the eyes of the group of people at the peak of the ten thousand worlds, the golden immortal is nothing.

Sometimes you can run away, but once a quasi-saint comes out, it is cool.

But it's okay...

Get used to it.

Many of these tearless deaths will spread in the world.

But not long after, Hua Wuxian reappeared, and he changed someone, but the replacement did not change the soul, it is true, this product is Hua Wuxi.

The same informality, the same bullishness, the same who is unhappy will K whoever is unhappy.

Then... It's a chase again.

This kind of thing, back and forth, happened at least hundreds of times, almost every few hundred years, and the number of times Hua died without tears was not five hundred or two or three hundred.

But this guy is still alive and well.

One moment it's the appearance of a white-haired old man, the next it's a high-spirited teenager, and even... Occasionally, she will appear as a peerless beauty.

In the end, whether it is the fairy court, Taoism, or Buddhism, they have completely given up, and every time they symbolically send someone to chase after them, and it will be over when they come back to save face.

After all... This damn calf is playing with a calf, and you can't kill it.

There's a reason why you can't kill or not.

Because Hua Wuxian has a lot of souls, it can't be said that there are souls, but that there are many 'selves'!

Over time, this flower without tears has gained another title in the outside world.

A thousand souls have no tears.

Qin Feng's mind quickly swept through everything without tears in this flower, 'Da Luo Three Thousand Dao', which means that this flower without tears has three thousand 'self'.

Of course, it took countless years for Hua Wuxian to do it, and according to some vague memories in the Great Sage's lineage, this Hua Wutear itself is also extremely special, so it can be soul-transformed into three thousand.

It is impossible for ordinary people to achieve that level, and separating a soul is already the limit.

After all, shaping and cultivating a split soul and a split soul into two are two different concepts.

Cultivating a split soul, this split soul is only controlled by oneself, if the body is dead... Maybe this distraction soul can be anti-guest-oriented.

It's different when the soul is divided into two, both of which are themselves!

"Cracked. ”

Qin Feng drank in a low voice, and suddenly, a bright white light bloomed from between his eyebrows, it was his sea of knowledge, and his face... Suddenly it became ugly,

Cutting through the sea of knowledge, cutting off the soul, this pain... It's not something ordinary people can endure.

Constantly taking deep breaths, Qin Feng gritted his teeth!

Like a thunderbolt in his head, it exploded violently, and his sea of consciousness instantly split into two halves at this moment.

At the same time, there was also his divine soul, which also turned into two halves at this moment.

The blood couldn't stop falling from the corners of his mouth, and a feeling of two of himself began to appear in his mind, and Qin Feng was almost indistinguishable... Are you yourself?!

"Out!"

Enduring this indescribable feeling, Qin Feng shouted violently, and the hand that fell between his eyebrows suddenly pointed towards the eyebrows of this nightmare, and there was a white light cluster, floating out along the fingertips, and in an instant, it disappeared into the eyebrows of the nightmare.

This is the soul of Qin Feng's other half.

When this half of the soul sank into the evil nightmare eyebrows, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the eyes suddenly darkened...

Fell backwards.

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On the thirty-sixth day of the Ten Thousand Worlds, there is a realm called: Red Fire.

The entire interface is full of raging volcanoes and flames, which is the only main theme in this world.

There are no monks here, only some indigenous creatures, all of them are born with fire, practice with fire, and their strength is even worse, it is completely a barbarian interface, even if it is the kind of area where no one comes.

And at this moment, in this red sky, a slight crack appeared, and two streams of light broke out of this crack.

It was none other than the Green Feather King of the Green Flamingo clan and his son Green Feather Lie.

The two fathers and sons are also cautious enough, even if they come to such a barbarian small interface, they will not go through the boundary gate, but spend some effort to secretly break a void crack.

It's no wonder that for so many years, the Blue Flamingo clan has never been discovered by the Heavenly Soldiers, so they are cautious and cautious, starting from the boss.

"Father, Senior Yong has really found a good place to retreat. ”

Qing Yulie swept across the Red Fire Realm and said with a smile.

"The old fellow. ”

King Qingyu snorted with a smile, and just wanted to say something to his son, but his face suddenly changed, his body stopped, and the face of Qing Yulie beside him changed: "Father?!"

"It's the Dream Demon. ”

King Qingyu looked at his son and spoke in a condensed voice.

Just now, he received a message from Dream Demon Yijun, making them father and son...

Dream now!

Meet the Holy One!