Marvel's God-level Mage

Chapter 99 Evil Core
"Roar..." In the silent roar, more than a dozen blood-red blood shadows rushed towards Zhou Yang at the same time, but at this time he was unusually calm, and even a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

More than a dozen blood shadows that almost stretched into a line rushed over at the same time, but Zhou Yang's eyes saw a completely different scene, and he just took a light step to the left, and in an instant, he had already appeared It's a few hundred meters away.

"It's a pity, this is a broken small world after all." Zhou Yang finished his sentence to himself, then turned his head to look at the deepest core of the blood cauldron world, and looked at the road that was sealed in the deepest core of this world. evil consciousness.

When he was in the outside world, Zhou Yang was always restrained when displaying his strength, and he was unwilling to easily show his full strength in front of others.

In that underground secret room, although Zhou Yang didn't know if Heimdall and Odin were still watching, but he knew very clearly that those members of the Hand were going through a special way to monitor the underground secret room. Every move in it.

The blood tripod in front of them is the only battle they have been able to counterattack Kunlun for so many years, and it is their biggest trump card that they have been able to live forever in recent centuries. How could it be possible for such a simple person in an abandoned chemical factory Don't hear or ask?

Although the strength shown by Zhou Yang does not look weak, in fact, if the five of them work together, they can still be easily suppressed; even if one of them makes a move, it is not difficult to deal with Zhou Yang as long as some means are used.

However, for people like them, patience and means are never lacking. For many years, with various means, they have killed many people and destroyed many cities. Zhou Yang seems so Difficult enemies, how could they be so easy to get rid of.

What they are best at is to use various means to send someone to stab Zhou Yang from the back when he is least aware of it, instead of fighting him head-on.

As for such an ancient tripod, even if it was taken away by Zhou Yang, there are still several years before the opening of Kunlun, so there is no rush at all.

And the most important thing is that Zhou Yang must be able to leave the small world alive this time.

And such an ancient tripod world seems to be extremely important, but in fact the most fundamental function here is actually to suppress the evil consciousness in it.

Because of those people in the Hand Association, Gu Ding has even been controlled by that evil consciousness in turn over the years. If some of the sealing effects are still in effect, then maybe he has already been escaped by that guy.

Although Zhou Yang didn't understand the core principle of the ancient Kunlun's magic circle, in terms of its external effects, the magic circles of the major protoss showed a certain pattern to follow.

This ancient cauldron world was originally a small world, and it was very dilapidated. Coupled with the conflict between the originally functioning sealing circle and the suppressed evil consciousness, Zhou Yang had too many traces to look for.

This is completely different from the time in the outside world. The laws of space in the outside world are extremely stable. If you want to break the laws of space and teleport at will, the mental power and magic power you need to consume are very terrifying, but it is different here. The laws of space here are fragile. Sure enough, Zhou Yang can easily move in space, avoiding the attacks of the red blood shadow non-stop.

Although the faces of these red blood shadows are blurred, they can still be discerned by men and women in general. Coupled with their differences in height, weight, fat and thinness, Zhou Yang can be sure that all of them have been swallowed by the world of the ancient cauldron. A person, after death, becomes a blood shadow driven by him.

Although this ancient cauldron world is different from that evil consciousness, the combination between them is already very serious. It can be said that in less than ten years, this world may not be able to continue.

Zhou Yang's figure flickered, not only getting farther and farther away from the space barrier that left here, but also began to quickly penetrate into the core of the world. He needs to have a face-to-face confrontation with the deepest evil will in this world.

As for who is strong and who is weak, it depends on their respective standards.

Don't look at Zhou Yang who usually looks amiable, but in fact he is a very indifferent person, especially after living in Jotunheim for 50 years, his will has penetrated into every part of his body. among the cells.

After returning to the human world on earth, although it seems that he has integrated into the whole world quickly, but to be honest, he does everything for himself.

Such a person has a very firm personal will and is very difficult to be swayed by others, just like a hard pebble, you can kick it away, but if you want to completely obliterate it, you have to do It's good to be prepared to be severely beaten.

The deeper he went into the depths of the ancient tripod world, the thicker the blood-red mist became, but at the same time, his true face was gradually revealed in front of Zhou Yang's eyes.

The stone pillars that left traces of fierce battles one after another, the stone walls that were destroyed one after another, and a huge and fortified hall appeared in front of Zhou Yang in tatters.

At the same time, one after another, more and more blood shadows appeared in Zhou Yang's line of sight. They kept rushing towards Zhou Yang, but Zhou Yang's body moved, and he directly aimed at the world. The place where the space is damaged appears in another place in the blink of an eye, which is simply not something that these brainless and dilapidated blood shadows can block.

At this moment, as Zhou Yang approached, the evil consciousness hidden deep in the dark began to gather gradually. Killing is just doing useless work. Only by the most direct spiritual fighting can the two sides decide the outcome in the shortest time.

Still in this respect, he is very confident. After all, Zhou Yang is not yet 100 years old, but his age has already exceeded tens of thousands of years.

Zhou Yang doesn't know the opponent's real hole cards, but he knows that his opponent is not in his peak state at the moment. After being sealed for an unknown number of years, his strength has been weakened to the extreme. His cooperation has allowed him to recover a lot, but in fact the recovery is extremely limited, otherwise he would not have compromised with the Hand.

The deeper you went, the fewer traces of battle in the hall, but Zhou Yang could feel a sense of urgency. Even though he had already closed his breath, the suffocation lingered in his heart all the time.

On both sides of the long passage, there are ancient murals painted and engraved. The murals all show the historical origins of oriental myths and legends, from Pangu opening up the sky to Nuwa creating man, to Gonggong crashing into Buzhou Mountain, and finally Nuwa Mending the sky, Dayu controlling the floods, etc...

Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel a little strange. Could it be that these things in oriental myths and legends are true? No, if Pangu and Nuwa really existed in this world, then why would the existence of the Greek and Nordic gods be necessary?

This looks ordinary, but it is full of weird murals, which are inside and out, giving people an uncomfortable feeling.

No, Zhou Yang stretched out his palm, and the two lightning arcs had been absorbed into the corridors on both sides in an instant. The next moment, the murals in the corridor disappeared instantly, and what appeared around Zhou Yang was a very simple and simple hall. Everything before was an illusion.

He himself was led into the phantom unknowingly, which made Zhou Yang shiver uncontrollably, and instantly became vigilant.

In the whole hall, except for Zhou Yang, there was no one else, and the ground was clean, except for a big hole on the top of the head, and in the center of the whole hall, there was a stone platform erected.

On the top of the stone platform is a red blood cell that keeps spinning, but it looks crystal clear.

However, above this blood cell, there is indeed a five-foot long sword standing upside down on the blood cell. The most striking thing about this silvery long sword is not his extremely sharp aura. It was a long bloody line deeply engraved in the center of his sword spine.

Only at this time did Zhou Yang realize that the tip of the long sword had pierced into the blood cell, and it was precisely because of this that the blood in the blood cell gradually penetrated along the tip of the sword and into the body of the sword.

Although this long sword is infinitely powerful, Zhou Yang can feel that it is extremely incompatible with the hall in front of him and the entire ancient tripod, as if it was placed on it later, as if to prevent The birth of the evil consciousness in the blood cells.

But even so, this blood cell still gradually released the long sword's suppression on it, and gradually penetrated into the entire ancient cauldron's sealing circle. Perhaps it would be able to escape completely in a few years. Out.

Suddenly, Zhou Yang looked back subconsciously, his brows and eyes immediately tightened.

Because I don't know when, the passage he entered before has disappeared completely, leaving only a dark and simple hall, the walls in all directions of the hall, and even the ground under his feet, are moving one after another. Subtle red lines.

Obviously, in this hall, except for the long sword, almost everything has fallen into the control of evil consciousness, and the only exception is at the top of the hall, you can even see Zhang Yang flying Bloody mist.

Obviously, there is no good place to get out, maybe it is a trap laid by the evil consciousness.

That being the case, let's fight.

The white-brown wand was suddenly inserted into the ground of the hall by Zhou Yang. In an instant, the beetle gemstone on the top of the wand suddenly emitted endless light.

But just in an instant, the red mist suddenly surged, compressing the shining light by half.

And in this short period of time, Zhou Yang had already seen clearly the most real situation in the entire hall.

In the interior of the entire hall, on every inch of the wall and every inch of the ground, there are traces of cruel fighting, knife marks, sword marks, spears, fist marks, etc., all deeply Inscribed in every inch of space here.

Undoubtedly, in order to seal the evil consciousness, including preventing him from leaving, I don’t know how many people fought the cruelest battle, but on the ground today, there is actually no trace of half of the bones.

These things were either taken away by their companions, or completely absorbed by the evil consciousness in the fixation.

The former is fine, but the latter is a total pussy horror story.

In any case, the appearance of Guangming finally allowed Zhou Yang to breathe a sigh of relief.

But it was only a slight sigh of relief, because immediately after, endless thunder surged, rushing towards all directions, and the blood-colored mist beyond the light rushed and wiped away, Zhou Yang seemed to be planning to do it for a long time. Prepare for battle.

However, just at this moment, an extremely white thunder ray suddenly shot at the long sword suspended above the blood cell.

The fiercest murderous intent was instantly aroused.

(End of this chapter)