Chapter 160 The World-Destroying Black Fire, the Immortal Picture of Hundred Mothers
Chen Ye suddenly realized, yes...how could he forget them!
He can’t break the ‘fourth wall’, but they can!
Just because they represent the obsession of all living beings!
The birth of drama is closely related to obsession.
People's obsessions can affect both inside and outside the play.
As long as the obsession is deep and the infatuation has no regrets, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle, walls can be broken and people can be destroyed!
"Crash-"
The crowd surged and turned into three thousand weak water.
Goose feathers cannot float, but reed flowers sink to the bottom.
As soon as Chen Ye's mind moved, a torrent of weak water swept out.
At this moment, He is like the majestic rolling curtain general when the sand river was flowing.
With three thousand feet on the weak water, you are invincible!
Wherever the three thousand weak waters passed, everything sank to the bottom and was submerged.
The splendid yellow flower silk meets it, and this time it is finally different.
Compared with the nine-ring tin staff, the three thousand weak water actually touched the splendid yellow flower silk.
In an instant, Three Thousand Weak Shui and the Splendid Yellow Flower Silk were in a stalemate.
However, the beautiful yellow flower silk is ultimately inferior to the obsession of all living beings.
The ‘fourth wall’ was broken instantly!
The splendid yellow flowers and silk stars dimmed, and then they were submerged by three thousand weak water waves higher than each other, and sank to the bottom of the water.
"Poof!"
The old mother seemed to have suffered some backlash. Blood spurted from her mouth and she staggered.
But at this moment, He had no time to be angry.
Just because the monstrous weak water is already leaning towards Him!
“Go!”
Without hesitation, the old mother threw the dragon's head crutch at Sanqian Ruoshui.
It turns out that I don’t know when the dragon head crutch, which was originally smashed into two pieces by the nine-ring tin stick, was restored to its original state by my mother.
As soon as the dragon head crutch is sacrificed, it rises in the wind!
“Ang——”
Only a dragon roar was heard!
The dragon's head turned and turned into a 100-foot-long wooden dragon.
As the wooden dragon spreads its teeth and claws, towering trees rise from the ground.
These towering trees form a natural dam, blocking three thousand weak waters.
“It’s a small skill, a master’s degree, Dragon Lord!”
Chen Ye shouted, stretched out his hand and pulled off Dragon Lord’s head!
Of the eight arms on His body, one always holds the treasure left by the toad spirit, among which is the dragon bone staff.
Without any thought, Chen Ye stuck the dragon's head on the dragon bone staff and threw it out.
As the saying goes, one thing brings down another.
As a real dragon, Dragon Lord should have no problem dealing with a walking stick.
“Hahaha...”
"I am the only true dragon, and all living things should respect me as the leader!"
The Dragon King's unruly and arrogant voice rang out.
A terrifying sense of oppression appeared along with lightning and thunder.
"Don't waste time, otherwise I won't ask you to come out next time..."
Chen Ye was not polite and spoke directly to Lord Long.
After all, the Dragon Bone Staff was only transformed from the Dragon Lord's spine at the beginning, and had not undergone any mysterious ritual training.
The Dragon Bone Staff suffered quite a lot of trauma along the way, especially at Liusha River.
In this case, the dragon bone staff cannot last long at all.
If the dragon master keeps grinding and chirping, I am afraid that the dragon bone staff will be broken before the wooden dragon is solved.
In this case, it is natural to make a quick decision.
The Dragon Lord, who was circling around and feeling very uncomfortable, heard Chen Ye's words and reluctantly turned his attention to the wooden dragon.
“Are you worthy of being called a dragon?”
As soon as Mr. Long said this, the wooden dragon was furious.
The wooden dragon circled up and took the initiative to greet the Dragon Lord.
Seeing this, Long Jun opened his mouth with a ferocious smile.
"You seem... delicious."
Mr. Long salivated, and the mountain of corpses loomed behind him.
In an instant, He swooped down.
Wherever the Dragon Lord passes, flesh and blood grow.
Beards grow on stones, sarcomas grow on towering trees, and tiny strands of flesh grow on even the dust particles.
Before the wooden dragon even got close to Dragon Lord, a large amount of twisted flesh grew on its body.
"Ang?"
Mu Long was shocked and turned around and wanted to run away, but it was already too late.
The dragon king grabbed the wooden dragon with one claw, and the mountain of corpses turned into a dining table, then he disemboweled it and ate it alive.
With just one encounter, Mu Long was instantly killed by Lord Long.
The old mother looked ugly and her fairy belt was swaying around her body, as if she was at the end of her rope.
He wiped his face, as if he wanted to use some other means.
However, with his clairvoyance, Chen Ye instantly understood his mother’s little movements.
He immediately grinned, his anger rising into the sky.
"Mom...it's time for you to take a bow!"
After Chen Ye finished speaking, he raised the colorful glass lamp!
He took a big breath and blew hard!
In an instant, colorful glazed fire spurted out.
But this is not the end!
Behind this colorful glazed fire that shimmers with rays of light, there is also a black lotus of karmic fire that is extremely dark!
The two kinds of divine fire were forcibly mixed together by Chen Bao at this moment.
One burns the obsessions of all living beings, the other burns the sins of all living beings.
The two fires were forcibly mixed together, and the dangerous and terrifying atmosphere spread rapidly.
Indistinctly, a wisp of dark black flames that made people feel inexplicable and terrifying sprang up spontaneously.
Long Jun seemed to feel something, and his expression changed slightly.
He quickly swallowed the wooden dragon and tried to escape to Chen Ye.
At the same time, Chen Ye also felt something.
Under the clairvoyance, most of the thousands of dense veins here were disconnected at this moment.
Of course Chen Ye is not clear about what this means. Without thinking, He pulled away and retreated.
In less than a breath, the black fire suddenly exploded!
"Boom-"
The fire instantly drowned my mother, and even the dilapidated Lishan Mountain was submerged in it.
Chen Ye felt a wave of heat coming towards his face, and the next moment he was in a trance, and his consciousness couldn't help but feel a little hazy.
In a matter of seconds, the monstrous black fire burned down this fairy-painted world.
On the Liyuan stage, the mysterious and lifelike scroll was burning with black fire.
In less than a few breaths, the fairy painting was destroyed and turned into ashes.
Chen Ye fell from it and hit the opera house hard.
“Boom!”
The four-headed and eight-armed demon body that was more than a hundred feet crushed half of the houses in the Liyuan.
The originally luxurious pear garden turned into ruins.
The remaining black fire continues to rage, carrying the power of destroying everything.
In the huge pear orchard, there is no one left alive.
Somehow, Chen Ye seemed to have become the real demon predicted by Gao Laozhuang.
Wherever you go, you bring disaster and disaster...
"Cough..."
Chen Ye spit out a mouthful of black blood and pushed himself up with difficulty.
He was only touched by a spark, and his chest was burned through.
A large hole was burned directly from the chest to the abdomen, and all the internal organs were reduced to ashes.
But He is not dead. His thick blood, which is as thick as three thousand weak waters, is restoring his flesh and blood little by little.
For today's Chen Ye, a mere fatal injury is nothing to be afraid of.
Of course, this refers to His current state of anger and demonic nature entering his body.
If it were normal times, he would have died countless times.
“Gululu~”
Long Jun’s head rolled over.
"What kind of fire did Long Zi set, it hurt me..."
Long Jun's tone was unhappy, and the dragon bone staff was completely burned to ashes under the fire.
But fortunately, there is nothing wrong with my head.
If the head was burned and it wanted to grow back on Chen Bao's neck, he would probably have to sleep for a long time.
"Shut up..."
Chen Ye cursed and placed Long Jun on his neck again.
At this moment, he also had lingering fears.
The combination of the colorful glazed fire and the karmic fire black lotus produced an effect that was beyond Chen Ye's expectation.
No one could have imagined that that black flame could be so terrifying.
You must know that even big monsters like Long Jun were almost killed instantly by that ball of fire.
"Then my mother should be dead, right?"
Chen Hao narrowed his eyes and stood up forcefully.
He and Long Jun just brushed against the black fire, and they almost ended up confessing here.
Even if the old mother has great skills, when facing the black fire, she should be buried in the sea of fire.
Chen Yi took steps, his eyes glowing with glaze.
With his clear eyes, he scanned the pear garden, inch by inch, not sparing any corner, for fear that the old mother would slip through.
You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you die.
Chen Ye couldn't sleep or eat well because of the uncertainty of such a terrifying existence as his old mother.
God knows how many mysterious methods this kind of existence has.
Chen Yi first looked towards the stage and saw the black fire burning, everything was turned into ashes.
The fairy painting originally depicting my mother and Lishan had been completely burned.
Chen Ye didn't feel anything related to his mother, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, He planned to move his eyes and check other parts of the pear garden.
But at this moment!
“Squeak——”
An erhu sound sounded from deep in the pear garden.
In an instant, Chen Ye suddenly turned his head and looked.
When I saw the main hall of the Liyuan, a picture scroll came into view.
In the scroll, the old mother is playing the erhu with a smile on her lips.
"Fool..."
At the same time, the mother's voice could be heard from all over the opera house.
Chen Bao looked around and saw a picture scroll placed in every boudoir in the Liyuan.
These scrolls are not fundamentally different from the previous fairy paintings. They are just as lifelike, with the same paintings of... the old mother.
It’s just that the old mother in each fairy painting is different.
Some weave clothes, some grind needles, some sing opera...
But without exception, the old mother in every fairy painting is surrounded by fairy spirit.
Every breath is not weaker than the old mother Chen Ye killed before.
"This..."
Chen Hao's pupils shrank suddenly and his mind was shaken.
What exactly is going on?
Blindfold or incarnation?
It’s impossible for all these fairy paintings to be of old mothers, right?
He took a quick look and found that there were at least a hundred immortal paintings that were still intact!
If the old mother in every fairy painting has the ability of a great demon.
Doesn’t it mean that He has to face a hundred big demons at the same time?
When did the big monster become cabbage on the roadside?
No! No...
Chen Bao shook his head and was not frightened by the scene in front of him.
More than a hundred big demons are really terrifying.
Even if my mother really has the power of a fairy, she shouldn’t be so exaggerated.
What a deception it must be!
"Pretend to be a god and make a ghost..."
Chen Bao stood in the pear garden, raised the colorful glass lamp, and wanted to forcefully activate the black fire again.
Everywhere in the opera garden, fairy paintings tremble.
More than a hundred old mothers stopped what they were doing.
The next moment, they walked out of the painting.
(End of this chapter)