Book of Disaster

Many people have a compatible martial soul, and can send and receive as they please. Only after it comes naturally will they transform or evolve their martial soul.

Moreover, if the martial soul is not in harmony, it will take a very long time and the failure rate will be very high, which will affect the future evolution of the martial soul. In serious cases, it will damage the foundation.

But Bai Qi has never been an ordinary person, and his decisions are completely different from those of ordinary people.

However, despite this, Xu Xuansu still inexplicably believed in his heart that Bai Qi would succeed.

"Buzz!"

Just when everyone was worried, changes finally appeared on the top of Jilei Mountain.

"Look!"

Zhang Chi was the first to notice it and spoke, attracting everyone's attention.

Under the gazes of the crowd, the blue-white pillar of light that stretched from the sky to the ground on the top of Jilei Mountain suddenly disappeared. At the same time, a huge golden bolt of lightning as thick as a sea tank descended from the sky with thousands of silver snakes and suddenly struck the top of the mountain.

hum!

The mountains trembled, and countless pieces of debris slid down from the top of the mountain. At the same time, everyone felt that the atmosphere on the top of the mountain seemed to have undergone tremendous changes.

"Boy... that brat must have succeeded!"

Zhou Yixian's eyes were bright and he said excitedly.

……

And at this time the top of the mountain.

"boom!"

Bai Qi fell to the ground with consciousness, and suddenly opened his eyes, seeing a bright light in front of him.

He had already broken free from that world and returned to the top of Jilei Mountain. The huge bronze cauldron beneath him had two-thirds less of the bluish-white thunder water inside.

On the mountain top, there was a violent storm accompanied by thunder and lightning.

"Hahaha, I finally succeeded!"

Bai Qi laughed out loud.

His martial soul evolved successfully!

An unprecedented feeling of power surged in my heart!

Before my eyes, the Shura Martial Spirit, no, it was the Peerless Shura, was burning brightly all over, like a dazzling sun, so bright that I could hardly open my eyes.

And his body continued to grow taller under Bai Qi's gaze, and became more solid.

Even the armor on his body was filled with the icy and terrifying aura of ancient refined iron.

In just a blink of an eye, the light quickly retracted, and the body was no longer so illusory, but became very solid. Bai Qi could even see each strand of his hair clearly.

The Shura warrior's spirit had a ferocious look on its face, and its sharp teeth seemed to still be lingering with the bloody smell of the Shura soul fragments it had just devoured. A strong murderous aura filled the void.

What made Bai Qi even more excited was that when the Shura Martial Soul evolved into the Peerless Shura, a powerful force filled with tremendous fighting spirit flowed into Bai Qi's body through the Shura Warrior Martial Soul, cleansing his internal strength.

It is the power of the unparalleled Shura warrior.

While he completed his evolution, he also gave back to Bai Qi.

——This is also the reason why so many warriors become more powerful after the second transformation.

At this moment, all power truly belonged to Bai Qi.

At this moment, Bai Qi was like a god of war looking down on the world, looking down from above with extraordinary momentum.

Above Jilei Mountain, the thunder became more and more intense.

However, Bai Qi did not know that as he successfully evolved his martial soul, his Shura martial soul turned into the Wushuang Shura, somewhere far away from Jilei Mountain.

It was a special space, filled with golden light and white mist.

In the mist, huge stone tablets stand like ancient giants, spanning the distance between heaven and earth, mysterious and vast.

Looking closely, these stone tablets are covered with densely packed golden words.

This is the stone tablet of the martial arts of the heavens!

These stone tablets are very special. It is said that they were passed down from ancient times and were transformed from the Great Dao. They can sense the aura of all the powerful warriors in the world at the first moment, and record them on the stone tablets from top to bottom according to their strength at the first moment.

On the top of each stone tablet, there are also large red characters:

Top Quasi-Saint List!

Martial Saint List!

Emperor Wu List!

……

The more powerful the list, the more powerful and terrifying the aura emanating from the stone tablet.

These lists are arranged by the Great Dao, which is fair and impartial. The rankings above are recognized by hundreds of millions of warriors and are the most valuable.

Sudden--

"Boom!"

The space vibrated, without the slightest vibration, and suddenly a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the space, and then the whole space vibrated, and at the very bottom of the space, the stone tablet with "Top Quasi-Saint List" inscribed on it suddenly and violently trembled.

At the bottom of the stone tablet, a light flashed, and a line of text suddenly broke, revealing another line of new text:

The unparalleled Shura, Bai Qi!

When the stone tablet vibrated and the new line of text appeared, it was like some kind of signal. Suddenly, the originally calm void was filled with countless waves. In the blink of an eye, countless powerful consciousnesses from all directions immediately noticed this change.

"What's going on? The Peak Quasi-Saint Ranking has changed, and a new name has appeared!"

"The Peak Quasi-Saint Ranking has not changed for a long time. Where did this genius come from? Record it quickly!"

"Wushuang Shura, Bai Qi? Who is this person? How come I have never heard of him?"

"Bai Qi? Isn't he the grandson of Elder Bai Xuan? I never thought that in such a short time, he has reached the Quasi-Saint level and made it to the top Quasi-Saint list. It's incredible!"

"Is he the one who killed the black dragon? No wonder the Dragon Emperor wanted to kill him personally. Now it seems that this boy's talent and potential are truly terrifying."

"Is the Bai family going to produce another Martial Saint?"

"Unparalleled Shura? Did his spirit evolve, so he made it to the list? Such talent is simply terrifying! But how did he do it?"

"Be careful! Immediately notify all generals in all places of the changes on the Peak Quasi-Saint List. If you encounter this person named Bai Qi, do not conflict with him unless necessary."

……

For a moment, countless powerful waves of consciousness surged through the void.

For the first time, Bai Qi's name officially came into the sight of all the powerful people in the heavens.

At the same time, in Dayu Kingdom, in the Sun family mansion.

"Bai Qi... that little bastard actually reached the peak of Quasi-Sainthood. Damn it!"

An old man looked up to the sky, his face grim and his fists clenched tightly.

There was a gleam in his eyes, which had already pierced through the endless void and landed on the quasi-saint stone tablet.

This man is the ancestor of the Sun family and the father of Sun Zhantian. As early as he learned the news of the death of Sun Shengyu and Sun Zhantian, he had a grudge against Bai Qi.

Now, seeing that Bai Qi had actually broken through to the peak quasi-saint level and even made it onto the peak quasi-saint list, bursting out with infinite potential, this made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Come here, pass on my order. Go to Da Yuan and kill Bai Qi with all your strength at all costs!"

The old man said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Behind him, a guard looked terrified and quickly took the order and left.

When the guards left, the old man was still furious and slammed his palm on the stone table beside him.

In an instant, the entire stone table just trembled violently, and a light breeze blew, and the entire stone table turned into ashes and dissipated with the wind.

……

At the same time, in the North Sea of ​​the Yuan Dynasty.

"Bai Qi... my useless grandson actually made it to the top of the Quasi-Saints list?!"

Old Bai Xuan was wearing only a single garment, also looking up at the sky, with shock in his eyes.

From the events on the dark side of the world, to the Dragon Emperor, and now to his place at the top of the Quasi-Saint list… In such a short period of time, this grandson has already brought him so many surprises.

"A peak quasi-saint. My grandson seems to be only fifteen years old."

Bai Xuan's eyes were bright as he muttered to himself, as if thinking about something:

"My dear grandson, could it be that the hope for the rise of our Bai family really lies with him?"

……

And at this moment, on Jilei Mountain.

boom!

Bai Qi opened his hand, took out the Flying Martial Saint Armor, put it on quickly, and suddenly jumped up, ignoring the thunder in the sky. In the endless wind and rain, he formed an arc in the air and fell straight down the mountain.

Boom, the earth shook, dust flew, and before everyone could react, Bai Qi, covered in radiant light, appeared beside everyone like a god.

"Bai Qi?!"

"Hahaha, great, I knew you would succeed!"

……

Seeing Bai Qi's aura surging and he looked like a god, everyone laughed and surrounded him in ecstasy.

"go!"

"Let's celebrate."

Bai Qi said happily. He suddenly released a powerful internal force, swept up everyone, and carried them into the air, all the way to the heartland of the barbarians.

"Hahaha……"

The sound of laughter never ceased.

……

And just when Bai Qi broke through the southwestern barbarian camp, there was another mysterious place far away.

"Roar!"

In a dark and solemn hall, the soul-stirring sound of giant cones colliding and dragon roars echoed. This place seemed to be another world, and the speed of time flowing was different from the outside world.

Inside the hall, blood waves were rolling like a red sea, red mist was rising, and blood light was interweaving, illuminating the dragon patterns carved on the four walls. They seemed to come alive with the ripples of sound, ready to move.

In the very center of the hall, a majestic figure with long flowing hair and wearing a blood-red robe sat on a golden throne, practicing slowly. Seven blood-red dragon-shaped qi energy coiled around him like loyal guards, making his figure look like a king from hell, majestic and powerful.

If Bai Qi could see this scene, he would definitely recognize it at a glance. This was exactly the mysterious figure that Sun Zhantian saw through the Thousand Mile Dharma Curtain in his memory.

"Reporting to Your Highness, urgent news just came from the southwest that Sun Zhantian was killed, and the Flying Martial Saint Armor he was wearing seems to have fallen into the hands of the youngest son of the Bai family."

At this moment, a trembling voice came from the deep darkness, and a martial emperor wearing armor and filled with blazing fire elements knelt on the ground. Although his status was noble, in front of this king-like figure, he was just a humble guard.

hum!

In the hall, a flash of blood appeared, and the seven python dragons composed of blood-colored energy that were slowly swimming in the air stopped at the same time. Seven pairs of blood-colored eyes, without any emotion, stared at the Wuzong guard of the hall at the same time.

The latter lowered his body even more, his forehead almost touching the cold stone bricks, and he dared not even breathe.

"General Long Wei... Humph, has he really surrendered to them?"

The figure sitting on the golden throne snorted disdainfully.

"You can quit."

His voice was as if coming from the abyss, full of authority.

"Yes."

Wuzong's guards retreated in a hurry.

From beginning to end, he did not dare to look up and directly at the being sitting on the golden throne.

Until the guards disappeared outside the hall, the god-like figure on the throne slowly stood up. His movements seemed to resonate with the entire universe. The ten thousand tons of metal hall trembled violently the moment he stood up, as if it could not bear his weight.

The man walked into the side hall hidden in the shadows.

In this magnificent hall, blood was surging like a raging tide, and at the door of the side hall, a vigilant master was waiting, his eyes were as sharp as a knife. When he saw the man walk in, he immediately bowed and saluted.

"Your Highness."

he called softly.

The king in the blood-red robe seemed not to hear anything, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he walked directly towards the source of the blood-red light.

"How's it going?"

The voice of the king in the blood-red robe was cold and straightforward.

Amid the blood, a young man appeared. He was about twenty years old, wearing an elegant robe and had a handsome face. He was none other than King Xiaojing who had died in the Southwest Black Dragon Incident.

"Although we managed to save his life, the battle with the Dragon Emperor, coupled with the previous attack by the Black Dragon, caused him extremely serious injuries. Almost all of his bones and muscles were broken, and he is still in a coma."