Chapter 1556： haunted spirit

Chapter 1556 The spirit of the foggy

The wax-white old man seemed to have not heard of it, and he still sat cross-legged with no expression on his face.

"Why have you been so stubborn and recalcitrant all your life? All things are born and die, and the reincarnation of heaven and earth is the highest principle. As the creator of this world, you should have understood this truth long ago."

"Yuanqing, although you are the creator of this world, you can't stop the torrent of reincarnation, give it up!"

"You can't stop it, and I can't stop it either. In the fog, no one can stop it!"

"Instead of resisting, it's better to follow the trend... When Hunmeng restarts, you are still the noble creator, why do you have to go through this muddy water?"

"If you go on like this, you will die!"

That abyss demon-like voice constantly echoed in the old man's ears, with a hint of bewitching.

But the old man always sat cross-legged like a sculpture, turning a deaf ear to the bewitching demon whispers.

He had heard words like countless times, and he couldn't shake his will at all, but as his strength approached exhaustion, although his will remained unaffected in the slightest, his strength was somewhat overwhelmed.

At this time, he has fallen into an unprecedented weak situation, and the situation is very dangerous.

"Could it be that you were still counting on that outsider back then?"

"Wake up, Yuan Qing, that visitor from outside the realm is just an ant. I admit that the ant has something special that makes this world change slightly, but that's all, he will never be able to achieve his return. Yuan Zun."

"On the contrary, Luo Di has a bit of courage. If you give her more time, maybe she really hopes to achieve Guiyuan, but what if she achieves Guiyuan? As long as this world is not destroyed, my Hunmeng clan will forever and ever growing..."

"Even if you block it for a while, you can't stop the general trend of reincarnation."

In the center of the prison transformed by the power of the source, that wispy consciousness is never exhausted, and the voice is full of bewitching.

"give up."

"Give up your resistance, Yuanqing."

"The cycle of reincarnation is already doomed, and the general trend of Hunmeng cannot be changed."

"Your resistance is meaningless."

The magic sound is like hypnosis, containing bewitching.

Yuanqing's expression was indifferent, his eyes were deep, and there was no wave in the ancient well. Although he was extremely weak, he still locked that ray of consciousness, and he did not respond to the bewitching magic voices.

Just when that ray of consciousness was about to start a new round of bewitching, a piece of nothingness beside it suddenly distorted, and a huge vortex slowly formed.

Void wormhole?

The hypnotic magic sound came to an abrupt end, and attention was drawn to the huge vortex.

At the same time, Yuan Qing also opened his eyes and looked at the huge vortex that suddenly appeared.

The next moment, a middle-aged strong man with long hair walked out of the vortex barefoot. The middle-aged man was restrained, like a mortal. His muscles were slightly bulging, the edges and corners were distinct, and his long messy hair was casually draped on his back. The surface of the ordinary skin has a white light flowing, and even the hair has a milky white halo flowing, revealing a bit of sacredness and majesty.

In this image, there is no one else except the great **** Pangu.

Seeing the Great God Pangu, Yuanqing's expression couldn't help but become solemn, and the wisp of consciousness trapped by the power of the source also fell silent.

God Pangu glanced at Yuan Qing and the wisp of ethereal consciousness, and asked, "Is this the ultimate filth of nothingness?"

Yuanqing couldn't tell whether it was an enemy or a friend, so he had to isolate the emptiness around that wispy consciousness, completely shielding it, and then he said: "This is the spirit of darkness, which is what everyone calls the ultimate filth of nothingness."

"Are you..." God Pangu looked at Yuan Qing and hesitated, "Master Dean's teacher?"

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Qing was stunned for a while.

Lord Dean?

Who is qualified to be honored as an adult by this mysterious master in front of him?

Although the Great God Pangu did not show his strength, Yuan Qing had no doubts that this person was by no means weaker than Luo Di, and could even be compared with himself. Such a master still respectfully calls others an adult. How powerful is the grown-up, when did Tianxu Realm give birth to such a terrifying powerhouse?

"I would take the liberty to ask, the dean that your Excellency said..." Yuan Qing asked.

"The Dean of Cang Qiong Academy, Zhang Yu, Master Zhang. But everyone is used to calling him the Master Dean." God Pangu said.

Yuan Qing had doubts in his eyes.

Sky Academy, Zhang Yu, the dean... He is very sure that he has never heard of this person.

It can even be said that there is no impression!

But, why does this mysterious master think that he is the teacher of the mysterious dean?

Resisting the Hun Meng Spirit for countless years, his emotions have never fluctuated, but this time, he was a little restless, and his head was a little dizzy.

"I did accept a disciple, but his name is not Zhang Yu..." Yuan Qing was disdainful of lying.

"Is that what he looks like?" Pangu's mind moved, and a human-shaped phantom was formed in front of him, and the phantom was the same as Zhang Yu.

Looking at the phantom, Yuan Qing was surprised: "Your Excellency also knows my disciple?"

Hearing the words, Pangu said, "That's right. This person is the dean."

Yuan Qing frowned, then stretched out again: "I probably understand what you mean, this person should be the reincarnation of my apprentice Qin Yan... I didn't expect him to regain his memory so quickly." Only the memory was restored. , it is possible to remember the existence of his teacher.

However, he still has doubts in his heart. Even if Qin Yan recovers his memory, his strength will not soar to the realm of Guiyuan, right?

That boy, He De He Neng, even made a strong man who was suspected of returning to the Yuan realm to call him an adult?

Where did this powerhouse who seems to be in the Yuanyuan Realm come from?

Yuanqing's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't make up his mind.

"I don't know the specific identity of the dean." Pangu said: "I only know that I was invited by the dean to help you suppress the filth of the ultimate nothingness. If they can't, they will continue to be suppressed, and they cannot be freed from trouble."

After a pause, the Great God Pangu asked, "You just called it the Spirit of Hunmeng? What do you mean?"

Yuanqing heard the words and said with a serious expression: "Before answering your question, can you answer me a question first?"

Although I don't know the origin of the great **** Pangu, Yuan Qing did not speculate too much. Now he is almost exhausted and his condition is extremely poor. It is undoubtedly a great good thing to have a strong person who is suspected of returning to the Yuanjing realm. Need to get to the bottom of it.

"You said it," said Pangu.

"Have you reached the Yuanyuan Realm?" Yuan Qing asked.

"Returning to the Origin Realm?" God Pangu thought for a while and said, "I don't know how the Returning Origin Realm is better than the Void Returning Realm?"

He only heard people mention the Void Returning Realm, but he did not know the existence of the Returning Yuan Realm.

Yuanqing said: "On returning to the void, it is returning to the Yuan."

God Pangu calmly said: "In this way, I am in the realm of returning to Yuanyuan."

Yuanqing's spirit was lifted, and he was really returning to Yuanyuan!

This mysterious middle-aged cultivation base is not weaker than him!

"Dare to ask if your Excellency is an ordinary return to the original state, or a creation return to the original state?" Yuan Qing looked at the great **** Pangu, "Have you ever created a ninth-order world?"

If Luo Di succeeds in breaking through the realm, he can set foot in the Yuanyuan Realm. Such a Yuanyuan Realm is called the ordinary Yuanyuan Realm.

And he himself is a creation returning to the primordial realm!

The Great God of Pangu said: "I created the prehistoric world, which should be a little worse than the Heavenly Void Realm in this dimension, but it is also a ninth-order world. I don't know if it is the ordinary Yuanyuan Realm, or the Creation Yuanyuan Realm?"

"Naturally, creations return to the realm of origin!" Hearing what Pangu said, Yuanqing completely believed in Pangu, and at the same time, his attitude towards Pangu became a little more intimate and less alienated.

"I am the creator of this world, Yuan Qing. I don't know what your honorable name is?"

"Pangu."

"Fellow Daoist Pangu." Yuan Qing's name was also a little closer, "Since fellow Daoist Pangu is also the ninth-order creator, then I don't need to hide it. This misty spirit is actually the one I created the sky back then. The virtual world, the monster born in the process of opening up the fog."

After a pause, Yuan Qing continued: "You should know the filth of nothingness, right? The filth of nothingness is formed by the residual consciousness after the fall of a powerful being, and the spirit of darkness can also be regarded as the residue of a powerful being after the fall. Consciousness. We open up the world and create a ninth-order world in Hunmeng, which is equivalent to erasing a piece of Hunmeng. If Hunmeng is regarded as a whole and a powerful creature, then the spirit of Hunmeng is the The monster formed after the fall of this powerful creature."

Speaking of this, Yuan Qing's expression became solemn: "The bigger the haunted Mongolia we open up, the stronger the haunted haunted spirit formed will be, even comparable to those in the Guiyuan realm..."

"As the ninth-order creator, with the blessing of the ninth-order creation will, our strength is much stronger than the ordinary Guiyuan realm powerhouse, and we can suppress the initial hazy spirit, but the hazy spirit is immortal and immortal. The law does not invade, and it continues to grow and grow, until now, it is difficult for me to suppress him, but Daoist Pangu is a joke."

God Pangu asked in confusion: "Why didn't the spirit of Hunmeng be born after I created the prehistoric world?"

He can probably understand Yuan Qing's words. The so-called muddy fog should refer to chaos, the spirit of muddy fog, and it can also be called the spirit of chaos, but in his impression, there are only chaotic demon gods, chaotic creatures, and prehistoric creatures and the filth of nothingness. , there is no spirit of chaos, if there is such a thing, the prehistoric world is long gone.

Yuanqing was startled, and then said, "I don't know that."

He glanced at the motionless Hun Meng Spirit in the center of the power of the source, and said, "I would like to trouble Daoist Pangu to suppress this Hun Mong Spirit for me for a while, until my will recovers..."

"Okay." God Pangu responded without hesitation.

Yuanqing removed the power of the source from the confinement of the spirit of Hunmeng, but he did not take back the power of the source. Before the great **** Pangu showed the strength to suppress the spirit of Hunmeng, he could not completely relax his vigilance.

At the moment when Yuan Qing withdrew the power of the source, the wisp of consciousness suddenly fled into the distance, and said angrily: "Yuan Qing, you can't stop me, even if you ask for help, you can't stop me! I am the spirit of the fog. , representing the will of Hunmeng!"

God Pangu frowned slightly, and the Hunyuan Avenue moved at will, instantly blocking the wisp of ethereal consciousness, followed by the power of chaos, forming a huge round body, imprisoning the hazy spirit, and just getting out of the trap, the chaos The Spirit of Meng was once again a prisoner. He angrily charged at the Chaos Cage, but it was like hitting a copper wall and an iron wall, and was bounced back every time.

The power of chaos is different from the power of the source, but it has the same effect.

"The ninth-order creator, **** it, he is really the ninth-order creator!" An angry roar came from that wispy consciousness.