Chapter 200: Dark Moon

The shaking began to become more violent. Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing looked at Wu Yan nervously. Wu Yan was now completely wrapped in the blue light shield. If he hadn't shown any abnormality, they would have wanted to rush up to see what was going on.

Wu Yan's face changed again and again, his eyes always staring at the strange crescent-shaped crystal floating quietly in front of him. He touched his nose, and suddenly bit his tongue tip, spurting out a ball of blood as big as a fingernail, and controlled it with one hand, dripping it onto the crescent-shaped crystal.

The blood just touched the crescent-shaped crystal, and it was strangely absorbed by it. After the crescent-shaped crystal emitting blue light absorbed Wu Yan's blood, the blue light suddenly disappeared, and even the blue light shield covering Wu Yan's body disappeared.

The moon fluorite inlaid on the dome of the entire Qingniu Hall was originally covered by the blue light, and it seemed that it did not serve the purpose of lighting at all. At this moment, the blue light disappeared, and the light of the moon fluorite instantly illuminated the entire hall. There was no blue ocean in the hall anymore, and it became a more ordinary cave. Those Qingniu relics that were originally floating in the blue ocean fell from the sky one after another.

Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing exclaimed and moved around in the hall in a hurry to catch the relics that fell from the sky.

Everything seemed normal. Wu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the cylindrical high platform. At this moment, he was suddenly startled, and his relaxed nerves tightened again.

The crystal object just concealed the blue light because of a drop of his blood essence, but after the blue light disappeared, the crystal object naturally fell into his hands. He felt that the object was unusually cold and exuded a faint cold and sharp aura, but there seemed to be no other abnormality.

But when he sat down, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. How could such a magical treasure that was said to be so magical by the outside world be obtained by himself so easily? This seemed a bit too unusual. Moreover, when Amitabha Buddha's divine thought just now made him drip out his blood, his anxious and urgent state was definitely not fake.

Wu Yan raised his hand and wanted to put the object in front of him to see. However, when he just wanted to raise his arm, his face suddenly changed!

A strange suction force came from the object in his palm!

In just a moment, his magic power had been drained by the object. This was not the most shocking and terrifying thing for Wu Yan. The thing that worried him the most also happened at this moment!

At some point, a crack appeared in his palm, and the blood in his body began to flow into the object uncontrollably. Its rapid state showed that it was about to be drained. Not only that, at this moment, he found that his body was extremely weak, as if it was controlled by some unknown mysterious force, and his soul and body were being pulled away.

This feeling made Wu Yan instantly have a crazy idea. Once this idea came into being, it was unstoppable!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Amitabha laughed wildly at this time, and said with great pride: "It's too late! Boy, it's too late now! Hahaha, accept your fate, you have been designed and used by me. I have always been open and aboveboard, upright, and dare to do and take responsibility for my life. Now I tell you, so that you can die without regrets. Haha, alas, I really have a heart of a living Buddha. I can't bear to let a person die with confusion and regret."

At this time, Wu Yan lay on the high platform, frozen, and couldn't even blink his eyelids. However, his eyes were full of hideousness and unwillingness. In the sea of ​​consciousness, his consciousness was not giving in and yelled: "Thief bald donkey! Why do you want to hurt me like this? Dead baldy, don't be complacent, I will never let you get what you want even if I fight to the death!"

"Didn't I tell you that it's too late? When your essence and blood are sucked dry by the 'Netherworld Mysterious Moon', my consciousness can use the netherworld magical power of this treasure to reshape a spiritual clone, and then control this treasure. Hahaha, who else in the world can compete with me?" Amitabha spoke without any scruples, as if he had control of everything, full of unprecedented confidence.

"Why me?" Wu Yan's consciousness asked with deep confusion and anger. He really didn't understand what this ghost thing called "Netherworld Mysterious Moon" by the thief bald donkey was, and why it was so weird. It not only sucked his magic power, but also sucked his essence and blood. This thief bald donkey seemed to know everything.

"Of course it's because you practice the Five Elements Kung Fu. What else could it be?" Amitabha said with a smile, then he sighed with pity, "Tsk tsk, it's a pity that there is no such thing as the Five Elements in the world. Otherwise, you wouldn't have to sacrifice your magic power and your Five Elements blood. It's your own fault that you shouldn't practice the Five Elements Kung Fu. What a pity. I spent hundreds of years searching ancient books before I finally figured out that this 'Netherworld Mysterious Moon' was actually the Heavenly Spirit of the Ancient Netherworld. The treasure has incredible power that no one can imagine. Unfortunately, this treasure can only be partially activated by the five elements of spiritual energy. Your essence and blood are rich in the five elements of spiritual energy, so it can be used, but it is still too little. If you count the essence and blood of your three brothers and your master, you can barely use this treasure to open the door to the netherworld, so that I can breed a group of netherworld demon soldiers. It’s a pity that the old blue cow was so smart all his life, but he didn’t know the origin of this treasure. He had a mountain of treasure but finally left empty-handed. Isn’t it ridiculous? Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a faint blue light flashed through Wu Yan's sea of ​​consciousness. Amitabha, who was laughing triumphantly, stopped laughing. But he saw that a large part of Wu Yan's consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness was cut and split by the faint blue light, and was divided into two unrelated parts.

"No... boy, you will regret doing this! I swear, once I get out of trouble, I will definitely kill you..." Amitabha did not expect Wu Yan to have this trick up his sleeve. He even split the consciousness that concealed his trace of consciousness. That was half of Wu Yan's consciousness. If he didn't do it well, he would probably lose a lot of consciousness and become a useless person.

Amitabha did not expect that Wu Yan, a small foundation-building cultivator, had already learned the top-secret "splitting mind" secret art. This is a very ancient secret art. Hasn't it been lost for thousands of years? How come someone still knows it now? And it was used by a kid who was like an ant in his eyes.

Wu Yan did not give him any time to think, and immediately chanted a mysterious spell in his sea of ​​consciousness. Amituofo's divine consciousness noticed that the spell was different, and suddenly realized that something was very bad!

"Explode!" In the sea of ​​consciousness, Wu Yan's other half of divine consciousness suddenly emitted a strong wave of consciousness. Before Amituofo could stop it, it was instantly wrapped in this strong wave of consciousness, and exploded into ash, and instantly turned into a thick smoke-like substance as black as ink, which sprayed out from the seven holes in Wu Yan's head and dissipated and died.