"It's true..."

Floating in the night sky, covered with the glory of stars and moons, Mo Chen looked down at all the natural disaster-like scenes directed by himself, and slowly calmed down his mood and breathing.

The endless sea water flowed back, and the huge rift valley below was almost turning into a surging river.

However, Mo Chen chose a special direction to release the power of the magic sword. Basically, there will be no villages, towns or the like in the way they swept across.

At the last moment, he deliberately stayed away from the primitive village and did not directly swing his sword above the village. Otherwise, the village would definitely be caught in the impact of the storm of destruction.

Even if there is a barrier of Kikyo, it is impossible to block the power of the magic sword. Just the aftermath is enough to destroy the entire village.

Mo Chen sighed softly, and then felt that he had just been a little out of control. He hoped that the laughter in the ecstasy was not heard by the witch, but this seemed unlikely...

But this cannot be entirely blamed. After all, things are going so smoothly, which was something I had never expected before.

Moreover, when holding the magic sword, his final "strength" problem was solved. As long as he was willing, he could easily wield his huge power like a god, without the obvious restrictions before...

That feeling is really wonderful. After all, men have a kind of violent factor in their bones, and Mo Chen is no exception.

After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes slightly and carefully distinguished the feeling of the magic sword he held in his hand.

The most obvious thing at this time is a feeling of emptiness, nothing, as if this is an ordinary sword, nothing special.

The feeling of fullness of the surging power that was almost overflowing when I was restless before, just holding it, has now disappeared.

However, this was exactly what he wanted to achieve. The spiritual power flowed out like water and easily invaded Cong Yunya. This magic sword no longer had the power to resist him controlling it in essence.

Cong Yunya's power completely exploded, but it also squeezed out the powerful magic it possessed.

Because the reason why this sword is necessary is that Mo Chen wants to use this to exhaust its own power so as to better suppress and control it.

Therefore, the secret meaning "Prison Dragon Break" that just swept was not actually being filled with energy by Mo Chen, but was completely consuming the earth-shaking blow that Cong Yunya made.

Just like now, this dark magic sword naturally fell into silence, and there was no feeling of resistance or restlessness.

The same is true for Inuyasha in the original plot. He tried to control Cong Yunya, but was controlled by the other way. Moreover, his own power was not enough to support Cong Yunya to exert his true power.

Inuyasha cannot provide enough demonic power, Cong Yunya can only restore the power he needs by drinking blood...

After it controlled Inuyasha to swing the "Prison Dragon Break", it also fell completely silent. It was unable to continue to control Inuyasha for a long time.

From it, we can draw the conclusion that even if there is no sufficient supply, Cong Yunya's own power can release the strongest mystery, summon the dragon of hell, and defeat everything sweeping over everything.

But in this way, it only has a chance to hit one shot. Once it hits that mystery, it will completely exhaust its power.

As the spiritual power gradually deepened, Mo Chen discovered—

The spirituality inside the magic sword is a very strange existence. Its nature is actually an ancient evil spirit, perhaps the so-called hell dragon...

But now it has been silent and fallen into a deep sleep and will not wake up in a short period of time. At this time, Mo Chen only wants to take the opportunity to control it, rather than forcibly awaken it to talk.

As spiritual power gradually invaded Cong Yunya's spiritual nature, Mo Chen not only slowly controlled the magic sword, but also noticed the subtle connection between the magic sword and some places.

“Eh?”

He blinked, then decisively opened the state of spiritual vision, elevating his spiritual perception ability to the greatest and most sensitive level, and capturing that subtle connection.

Soon, Mo Chen saw dark, non-existent "lines" appearing in the space, extending from the magic sword to all directions, gradually sank into the void and disappearing.

Moreover, the richest and purest breath of death flows on every black "line".

It seems that once you come into contact with it, all your vitality will be killed.

He thought, his other hand shook lightly, and the light of the folded knife flashed through the air, and then...

Tear! Actually, there is no sound in the physical sense, but it does feel like it is a layer of paper being cut.

The blade followed a "line" and easily cut a crack in the space, a huge crescent-shaped black crack.

"Wait, wait... is it really the Dao of the Underworld?" For a moment, Mo Chen, who was also a little confused, could only think of this concept.

And he couldn't explain clearly what happened. He just knew what he should do, and subconsciously did it.

It was faintly vaguely, he felt that his soul was resonating with something, and he felt attracted to something... strange and familiar, to be precise, it should be the call of the void.

But it is different. Mo Chen had felt the call of the void being approaching before, so it could be roughly distinguished.

It was also the feeling that something was approaching. Compared with the void that was completely inseparable from the clear and turbidity, the space that called Mo Chen now did not seem chaotic and vague in terms of "feeling", but was very clear and clear.

——It just tends to be the yin-powered and lifeless aspect, giving people a strange premonition of clarity and disillusionment.

Maybe...that's the underworld, right?

The one he just torn apart should be the Dao of the Underworld, as the name suggests, is the void channel directly to the underworld. There is also such a skill on Sesshomaru's demon sword's natural teeth, which belongs to the hidden secret.

Cut the space and create the underworld, and send the enemy directly into the underworld with one blow.

Simple, rough, straightforward and neat.

But Mo Chen did not have natural teeth in his hand, nor did he destroy the enemy with compassion. He just grasped something deeper in his heart.

After all, Cong Yunya is a demon sword that symbolizes the underworld, and can even open the door to hell.

It is impossible to say that it has no causal connection with the underworld.

The Dao of Ming has a nature similar to a black hole. Once it appears, it will swallow everything in the range. The huge suction force makes Mo Chen's body unable to stop moving towards the crack.

He could actually fight against this suction force. After hesitating for a while, he never made a quick decision. The explosion speed was far away from the scene, and he just tried his best to maintain his position and no longer move.

Because of the call he felt and the extremely strong premonition.

And the most important thing is that he did not feel any danger, and subconsciously thought about the possibility of this from the beginning... What is the underworld now? Was the previous one avatar of chaos?

The demon outside the world said that the void is longing for itself, and the force will continue to move and re-arrange. So in other words, isn't it also...

Anyway, if this is the Dharma-Ending Age where all the gods and Buddhas have left, then the underworld at this time should be the most suitable place to enter...

"Just use your clone to take a look. If it really doesn't work, I'll just go around the periphery and don't go in..."

He murmured in a low voice, Mo Chen looked at the magic sword and the folding knife in his hand, and guessed that even if it was impossible, he still had the ability to withdraw.

Besides, the clone technique is so easy to use no matter when, so there is no need to worry at all. Although he believes in his premonition very much, he does not intend to do any insurance measures at all.

The shadow clone entered the three-dimensional world from the two-dimensional plane, quickly filled and formed, and then rushed into the underworld without saying a word.

Mo Chen took a deep breath and slowly retreated backwards, watching the crescent-shaped underworld path slowly shrinking, and finally completely disappear.

The link between him and his clone was naturally disconnected and he could no longer sense any information coming from the other end of the link.

"Sure enough, the isolation between the world is the strongest barrier..."

Pulling the corner of his mouth, he held Cong Yunya tightly, and then the folding knife of his other hand slashed again along the black "line" captured by his own spiritual perception.

But this time he carefully controlled the strength and opened only a small hole in the underworld... but this was enough.

Because at the moment the passage between the two worlds opened, he felt the connection with his clone again.

Next, Mo Chen maintained this approach, while slowly flying back to the direction of the primitive village, while occasionally cutting a hole in the underworld to maintain the link between himself and his clone.

Once the link is broken, the clone can only rely on simple instincts and pre-set commands to act. When the power to maintain the clone is exhausted, the clone will disappear.

In Mo Chen's sense, the current clone has been floating in the darkness, or falling.

However, the surroundings cannot tell the difference and there is no direction, so it is difficult to confirm this aspect. Anyway, it is just to confirm that there is no problem with the clone at present. Entering the underworld does not mean that he will die immediately.

That rich and pure breath of death will erode all vitality, but Mo Chen seemed to be taking it for granted and passed through the heavy aura of death without any harm.

I don’t know if it was because of the impact of the surging void and the pure void power washed away many times.

It was because he was holding Cong Yunya in his hand, and the protection of this sword of the underworld was invisibly extended to the clone along the mysterious connection from his body.

At this moment, the feeling of the clone falling suddenly changed.

The next moment, the world is reversed!

Mo Chen's clone discovered—

Below it turned into a vast, boundless gray sky, cloudless, but there was no sunshine. Huge bones similar to vultures gathered in the air and circled.

But above the head, a vast gray plain appeared, and a large black river could be seen vaguely flowing in the distance.

This is a miserable world, full of sin and horror, and a desolate country of death.

The gloomy dead land is too quiet, as if the whole world is left with only a dead silence and eternal grayness, and even time no longer exists.

However, all this may have lasted for too long, until now...it has finally been announced to have changed.

The moment Mo Chen's clone appeared in this dark world, the entire desolate and desolate Kingdom of Death seemed to suddenly cheer.

The atmosphere of death gathered and swept, rolling up a huge vortex that could be seen by the naked eye, wrapping Mo Chen's clone in it in an instant.

The clone's body instantly reverts to a shadow, loses its entity, and then disappears.

However, the invisible mysterious connection cannot completely erase the traces of existence. Something that cannot be described in words surges from the other side of the link!

"Hey...what is this?"

Mo Chen's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously thought he had taken off the game, but then he found that there was no danger or badness in this change.

It's just that change is always change-

He raised his palm that held the magic sword, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

The pale flame was burning, emitting a rich and pure breath of death, wrapping up his entire right hand. However, it did not burn off the sleeves that were close to him, nor did it emit any heat.

It seems that this flame is just a delicate phantom.

However, only his white finger bones were left in his palm, burning with pale flames, which made people feel heart-wrenching.
Chapter completed!