All Heavens: Achieving Great Supernatural Powers from the Journey to the West

Chapter 321 Yellow Paper Vulcan
The world of Dark Journey to the West was set in the Central Plains more than 800 years ago.

Cough disease has been around the world for two hundred years.

In the past two hundred years, countless people have lost their lives and watched in horror as their relatives and friends turned into disgusting monsters that swallowed people's internal organs.

Those earth and mountain gods and monsters are difficult to kill, but mortals can easily deal with them. Just set a fire, and the infected mortals can be easily burned to death and reduced to ashes.

But there are too many mortals to be burned.

In this desperate era, a secret news suddenly spread.

Burning fire with paper money can attract the mercy of the gods and get rid of the disease.

For a time, this secret rumor spread like wildfire. From the palace to the beggars and homeless people, countless people are burning paper money day and night.

The emperor of the current dynasty also killed many concubines and ministers in the harem because they promoted evil gods and interfered with destiny.

But what the emperor didn't know was that even the gods were getting sick. The black ash produced by the paper money slowly floated into the sky, cutting off the connection between heaven and earth step by step, preventing the slowly decaying diseases from spreading.

"The God of Fire asked us to build an underground altar..."

The indifferent words stirred up echoes from countless eras.

It is mysterious and hidden. Even some multi-level experts cannot detect it at all if they are not proficient in detection abilities.

"God is coming! God is coming!"

The world has repeatedly tried to bounce back to its previous trajectory, but has been blocked by the power of platinum, and has to operate according to the traces of the change.

This is a world of only dark red light and flames.

A group of ignorant people surrounded the flames, dressed in black robes, and kept chanting obscure incantations that no one could understand.

At this point in time, in a private house in Chang'an City.

Just when these ignorant people were still praying to the so-called Yellow Paper Fire God, sporadic white-gold flames suddenly emerged from the originally dark red flames...

In the entire world of Dark Journey to the West, countless altars suddenly appeared.

In a mysterious space isolated from the world, a figure in a purple star robe appeared.

The leader among the people suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief. Then, a dark red flame mixed with white gold poured out from the brazier and penetrated into the leader's body from his seven orifices.

The past changes, and time and space are constantly being revised.

The fire pot they surrounded was filled with yellow paper money, and a dark red flame rose slowly in the pot, shrinking like a living thing according to a specific melody.

In other eras, countless similar situations occurred in the Yellow Paper Vulcan Cult throughout the Central Plains.

But even those with extremely strong detection abilities can only detect its existence, but cannot observe or touch it, let alone enter it.

Even the Corpse Emperor in the palace of Chang'an City only slightly noticed that something was wrong, but did not invade this space.

Xu Xuanzhi's self-particle slowly felt the special properties of this space, and then casually clicked on a dark red flame, turning it into platinum color. The dark red flame swept across all directions instantly, as if it could melt the entire world and burn all the avenues. But all of this was completely calmed down and turned invisible under the flickering of layers of blue and purple starlight.

"They are parasites from other worlds who want to save the world and seize the power of the world... but in the end, they were also infected with the disease and died?" The self-particle said slowly, in which Xu Xuanzhi's consciousness was extremely weak, but he could also You can see the heels of this yellow paper Vulcan.

He is just a god close to the multi-dimensional level. If he were to face the zombie emperor from the outside world, there would be only one way to die.

But this Yellow Paper Vulcan exists in both the past and the present. Only a more powerful existence suppresses the future, making it impossible for him to make any progress and can only continue to develop here...

Just now, Xu Xuanzhi used the power of the Yellow Paper Vulcan to send many altars to the past of the Dark Westward Journey world, and maintained the progress of world restoration.

The longer the self-particles stay in the dark red yellow paper Vulcan body, the more intensely the dark red flames burn, as if they will completely erupt in the dark world of Journey to the West at the next moment, burning this world together with countless great worlds. ash.

I saw Xu Xuanzhi's self-particle snorted coldly, and the powerful and sacred aura suddenly surged, just like the natural enemy of the dark fire, suppressing the power of the Yellow Paper Vulcan and retreating steadily.

"You're like a parasite, you don't even have a self. If you weren't still useful, I would have crushed you together with the entire Dark Journey to the West world."

"Now, get out of here!"

The self-particle scolded, as if the dead yellow paper fire god really understood it. All the dark red flames receded, leaving him a large area of ​​undisturbed time.

On the way westward, the four masters and apprentices once again broke through many great realms, and continued to move towards the world of conspiracy theory Westward Journey.

Sha Wujin held the blood pen in one hand and the decree in the other hand, and slowly wrote the words "The fifty-third disaster in Xiaoxi Journey World".

Among the group of masters and disciples, the monk was seen chewing on several Buddha heads on top of the tall bone horse. One of them is the Sandalwood Buddha of Merit from another world.
Looking at the other apprentices, the monkey was chewing on the monkey's head, the pig was chewing on the pig's head, and the black man was chewing on a thick black-haired thigh.

The spaces between their teeth are filled with shreds of unclean flesh, and their dirty mouths can make others feel sick even before they open their mouths.

Just as a few people continued to move forward, several black shadows also walked on the dry black ground and came to the side of the Westbound Group.

"Tang San is buried, kneel down! Accept the order!"

Those black shadows stopped directly in front of the bone horse, showing no fear towards these people. They didn't care that a few people had just slaughtered another Westward Journey World that was not bad at strength, they just gave orders coldly.

Na Zhu Bajie was furious, thinking that these things dared to run rampant in front of them, so he immediately picked up the rake in one hand. But when he took a step forward, he felt pain all over his body and lost consciousness again.

Among the rows of black shadows, a person sheathed his sword, and a pair of blood-red eyes glowed with extreme indifference.

"In front of the Holy Apostle, if someone commits a crime and causes trouble, behead him!"

This time, Zhu Bajie is no longer like before, even if its head falls off, it can still be closed.

He was directly killed by the black shadow with the power of the imperial edict, and completely lost his life. His body was also cut into scattered pieces by his miraculous knife skills.

Monk Sha on the side saw that the pig-man had turned into pieces of meat as thin as cicada wings. He immediately and silently picked up a golden hoop from the bloody corpse and stuffed it into the luggage on his shoulder.

After the Tang monk realized it later, he heard the voice of the shadows and saw the imperial edict. He quickly got off his horse like a rickety old man and knelt in front of the shadows, respectfully.

"Tang San was buried in obedience to the holy will..."

(End of this chapter)