Chapter 301: Deep Hatred and Murderous Intent

Wu Yi was a little flustered at first, but gradually calmed down. He was not in a hurry to drive away the external Dao rhyme, but dispersed his magic power, like taking away the firewood from the fire, and all the abnormal movements disappeared.

Mana is the source, and Dao rhyme is the path. Once Wu Yi activates his magic power, it will inevitably flow into the Dao rhyme of the Great Dao of Burning. When the trend is complete, it is not difficult to invade the two paths of movement and stillness.

But if the source of mana is controlled, although the path is wide, the worst is just a situation of maintaining the status quo. But will Wu Yi let this situation continue? The answer is naturally no.

This test of changing the owner has come to a temporary end at this time. The original Dao pillar and the pool have disappeared without a trace, and there is nothing. Only the turtle and the snake representing Wu Yi's mark still exist. The turtle and the snake are connected with Wu Yi's Qi. If Wu Yi does not exist, the turtle and snake mark will also disappear.

Although the mark is dim and has not even turned virtual into real, existence and non-existence are two concepts. Wu Yi can now officially declare himself the master of the bead.

All the scenes in the bead are clearly visible, but the bead is more desolate than the stone tablet world at this time. There is only the insect king and his insect army recruited by the last defeat of the Taoist Master Bai Chong.

There was a strange sound in his ear. Wu Yi knew it was the black beetle. He said coldly: "You didn't see the good show you imagined."

The black beetle knew that Wu Yi blamed him for not explaining the danger in advance, but there was no need to explain anything. He said calmly: "This is the path you chose."

If Wu Yi chose to inherit the path of the Burning Emperor, the last pillar of the Avenue would not only not be an obstacle to him, but would also push his cultivation to a higher level. However, that would make him the second Burning Emperor, which is not Wu Yi's personality.

Wu Yi closed his eyes and said nothing. The atmosphere suddenly became much colder. After suppressing the anger in his heart, Wu Yi said: "What should we do next?"

The black beetle looked stern for a while and said: "The way of man is to take away the deficiencies and serve the surplus."

"Who is being taken away and who is being served?" Wu Yi asked sharply, his eyes piercing, staring directly at the black beetle. After imprinting his mark, Wu Yi found that he still couldn't see the black beetle's whereabouts, which made him worried.

The black beetle chuckled, not caring about Wu Yi's undisguised suspicion, and said: "You will know after you try it. I don't ask you to have the style of the Burning Emperor in the past, but you can have eleven." After that, he left leisurely, leaving Wu Yi with an uncertain face.

With Wu Yi's usual cautious nature, he would not fall for the black beetle's provocation, but he always felt that there were some things in it, and perhaps he had not discovered the mystery behind them.

After thinking to no avail, Wu Yi took out the fortune disk. Everything can be faked, but luck is real.

On the fortune disk, Wu Yi's luck is also fluctuating, sometimes high, sometimes low, and the ups and downs are even better than when he met Yue Liuli that day. It can be seen that this crisis is enough to push him to the altar, and it is enough to make him fall into eternal damnation.

Unconsciously, he has come to this step. After getting the fortune disk, Wu Yi has been thinking about predicting everything before making plans. However, even immortals can only have a vague sense of the cause and effect of luck, and how can they do it completely.

Instead of stopping, it is better to watch from a distance. Wu Yi began to recall all the experiences of this time, trying to find the ray of heaven, so as to turn misfortune into good fortune and turn disaster into blessing.

The first thing should be what the black beetle said, to reduce the deficiency and serve the surplus. This is the way of man. Any cultivator, while saying that he is acting on behalf of heaven, is actually still acting on the way of man. Wu Yi does not have any psychological burden.

Wu Yi quietly left the bead. It was nightfall. Wu Yi looked up at the sun, moon, stars, and the changes in the moon phases. He calculated that he had been in the bead for about ten days, a period of time that was neither too long nor too short.

The original coastal mudflats had been submerged by the ocean, and the previous scene could no longer be seen. Looking back, the sea water was rippling in a range of dozens of miles, and it was unknown how much land had been submerged.

Such earth-shaking changes had occurred in such a short period of time. It would be a lie for Wu Yi to say that he had no feelings in his heart, although he later realized that this was part of the game between the Taoist sect and the water tribe.

Even if he had not come, the water tribe would one day stir up the Jiudie Canglan formation and submerge this place, but he had inadvertently become a butterfly flapping its wings.

To calm his emotions, Wu Yi summoned the demon. Just a few days ago, the demon finally killed the ghost king who was connected to his destiny and got all his essence. Now he only needed the rich essence of flesh and blood to absorb the yang energy in it, and he could be promoted to the ghost king.

The demon was released by Wu Yi, his red eyes full of greed, reaching the point of being so hungry that he would eat anything he wanted, and turned into a gust of wind, wreaking havoc around him.

The sea beasts around him didn't even have time to wail, and their bodies shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a piece of leather.

Perhaps the Nine-fold Canglan formation of the water tribe aroused Wu Yi's anger, and with a change of mind, Wu Yi simply released most of the ghosts in the stone tablet world, allowing them to devour the blood and qi of living beings.

The ghosts had not devoured the blood and qi for a long time, and they were already impatient. In addition, they received Wu Yi's order, so they didn't have to be restrained as before, so they screamed excitedly one by one.

There were tens of thousands of ghosts, and although low-level evil ghosts accounted for more than 90%, if they were allowed to let go, this sea area would become a hell on earth for a while, full of blood, and large areas of shriveled sea beast corpses that had lost their blood and qi floated on the sea.

The sea beasts swam towards the ocean in fear. Some of them became monsters by absorbing the spirit of the sun and the moon. However, the ghosts had been training in the stone tablet world for a long time. Once they met a strong enemy, they gathered together and the ghosts tore their hearts and soon drowned the resistance.

The sea breeze whimpered, as if it was wailing and weeping. The dark clouds blocked the moonlight, as if they couldn't bear to see such a bloody scene.

Wu Yi thought he would feel sorry in his heart, but he was wrong. His heart was calm, as if everything happening in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Such a crazy massacre-like behavior naturally could not last long. Although the sea water flooded this place, there were still aquatic creatures stationed here, and they would not remain indifferent.

A water creature with a shrimp shell on its head came from the ocean. It was probably originally a shrimp. He held a black harpoon and shouted sternly: "Where did you come from, wild Taoist priest, to dare to come here and act wildly."

As he spoke, he pointed the harpoon in his hand, and huge waves suddenly rose from the calm sea surface, covering half of the sky, like a river rolling back, hitting Wu Yi. Of course, it was not a little different from what Wu Yi saw that day, but Wu Yi was no longer as elegant as before, and he couldn't even mobilize his own strength.

Seeing the huge waves coming, Wu Yi was about to mobilize his magic power to suppress it, but he didn't expect a raging fire in his heart, burning him upset. This was the Dao rhyme of the burning road in his body.

Wu Yi had to put down his raised hand. The dispute over the Dao rhyme in his body had not been resolved, and he couldn't use much magic power at all.

This shrimp general is a Jindan cultivator. Wu Yi has Jindan subordinates. After thinking for a while, a fist-sized insect appeared in front of Wu Yi. It was the insect king controlled by the Taoist Master Bai Chong, but now it obeyed Wu Yi.

"Kill him." Wu Yi pointed at the shrimp general in the distance and said indifferently.

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