Zhao Li felt his scalp tingle.

At this time, he was about to be watched by this innate god who had existed for at least hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, and was born alongside death, but the aura that overflowed when this action was about to be carried out made Zhao Li's brain go blank, and his thinking level stopped functioning.

The Great Being failed to open its eyes.

His eyes trembled, and he had fallen into a deep sleep again, his breath was still long, and he breathed out an immeasurable huge sea of death, among which there were vast runes like stars, and Zhao Li saw that some runes were extremely bright, like a great sun, rising and falling.

There is an illusion in which a star in the sky crumbles and falls overseas as a meteorite rain.

It's the death of the stars.

The other rune has an ancient godman, who fought and killed the true dragon Golden Crow, and finally fell together.

These are all images of death in the past, which converge here and by extension, death.

There is all death from ancient times to the present day, and it is the power that is gathered from death here, and that little bit of what is divided is too small and insignificant compared to the death accumulated in the endless years, compared to the huge information of the whole heaven and earth.

It was difficult to wake Him from an unknown period of sleep.

Zhao Li's consciousness slowly recovered.

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He stepped on the void.

Around him, up and down, left and right, the light like a dense cluster of stars continued to rise and fall.

Converge to form a sea of death.

Its vastness is infinite, not inferior to the sea of stars in the sky.

Zhao Li forcibly suppressed his instinctive fear of 'death' due to the existence of 'living beings', and emptied his brain, leaving only the thought of leaving, and then using this to get rid of the residual influence, cut off the mysterious connection, and leave this mysterious and almost terrifying place.

In the white space, Zhao Li removed his palm from the scroll.

The gown of Taishan Mansion Jun on his body disappeared, turned into gray mist again, and disappeared into the picture scroll.

The gray mist on the scroll condensed, forming the talisman that Zhao Li had obtained in that strange place.

And Zhao Li, after doing all this, stumbled and almost fell.

His face quickly turned pale, his breathing was short, his pupils contracted dramatically, and the kind of exhaustion that seemed to emerge from the soul level made him almost unable to stand firmly, it was hard to imagine that with the blessing of the white scroll, in the case of having a trace of gray mist in himself, just by looking at that existence, he was completely exhausted.

Zhao Li slowly sat on the ground, relaxing himself in a breathing way, and it took a long time to regain his senses.

Thoughts gradually returned to turning.

Zhao Li raised his hand, slapped it over his face, and fell backwards.

"It's really a special death, and it has successfully cut off the beard ......"

He thought back at this time, and realized what situation he had just faced.

In the world of mythology, we look directly at the aggregate of the mythical concept of 'death'.

And almost was watched by death.

This is no longer the degree of death that can be described by the Roc spreading its wings on the verge of death.

It's grave jumping on the brink of death.

Zhao Li lay on the ground and stretched out his hand.

There are ancient talismans swimming on the white scroll, which represents the embodiment of the concept of death, although it is only an inconspicuous one of the dense existences like a sea of stars, it remains on the white scroll at the moment, allowing this space to successfully connect with the ocean of death that Zhao Li saw.

And they succeeded in forming a subtle but stable connection.

Zhao Li had a hunch that he now really grasped a trace of death authority, if the previous trace of gray mist was just a trace of aura with charm separated from the authority, then now, with the help of white mist, he rose to that sea of death and grabbed a death talisman, that trace of mist has turned into authority.

In the case of the Being who has not awakened, he can partially mobilize the power of the Sea of Death.

Zhao Li didn't plan to do this kind of earth-shattering death again.

But it occurred to him that when he woke up, he would surely find himself stealing His authority and disturbing His sleep, and he did not know how he would react at that time.

Anxious, after offending the ancient god of death, how to avoid revenge?

It's useless to kill yourself.

They are in charge of all death from ancient times to the present day.

He lay on the ground, his thoughts were scattered, and he naturally thought of the situation on Zhong Zheng's side, thinking that when they worship the gods of the underworld, they will also produce that gray mist, but in that case, the gray mist will not rise into that sea of death, but will appear directly in the white space.

Zhao Li pressed his eyebrows and recalled, barely cheering up.

Using the white scroll, a trace of mist was extracted from the power of death, held it in his hand, closed his eyes, and felt very similar to the vast gray fog on the sea of death, and judging from the fact that the power of death can absorb this thing, its nature should be the same.

At this moment, I feel that the sea of death is full of primitive and unstable atmosphere.

And the gray mist in his hand at this moment, similar in nature, is gentle and orderly.

Zhao Lipan sat on the ground, pressed his eyebrows, let the wisp of gray mist return to the authority, and muttered to himself: "One is the breath of natural birth after death, and the other is the breath of the soul of the deceased, the prayer and sacrifice of the 'gods of the underworld'. ”

"Inappropriately, one is a primordial innate god and the other is a human god?"

"The power of death can also be mobilized, but from different sources......

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And at the same time.

"What's going on?!"

"Why did the Lord's aura fluctuate?"

A man in white had a cold voice, and one of the masters who controlled the spell was dripping in cold sweat and said:

"We don't know, it's just that the Lord seems to have shown it, and it doesn't seem to be. ”

"And, and ......"

His voice trembled, he couldn't speak, and he was grabbed by the man in white, and then he said reluctantly: "Fang Cai, the reaction from the treasures found in the ancient ruins, it seems that it can be inferred that the aura of the Lord Venerable has become slightly weaker, as if there is something that has absorbed the power of the Lord Venerable. ”

He was shocked at how rude he was when he said this, and he didn't open his mouth to apologize.

The man in white directly crushed his throat, and a huge incomparably flaming lizard appeared, which was also directly crushed, and with a sad scream, his soul was completely scattered, and the man in white said indifferently: "Foolish words, what kind of existence does my lord have, who can take away the power of my lord?"

"I think it's just some little insects, taking advantage of the lord's sleep. ”

He groaned, although he didn't believe it at all in his heart, but after all, it was the feedback of that ancient magic weapon, and he couldn't easily ignore it, it was a huge broken page like a mountain, densely filled with undecipherable words, filled with an extremely strong aura of death.

He thought about it, and with the help of that magic weapon, he mobilized the aura of charm separated from the center of his eyebrows.

Perform heavenly calculations.

After a few moments, the hexagram revealed that there was indeed a presence that was interfering with the lord.

The man in white looked cold, they have been serving the Venerable since before the great break, and he has been cultivating for this since he was a child, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and after thinking about it, he didn't go directly to the divination to calculate who did it, the essence of the Tianji hexagram is to use the Tianji technique to see the 'Heavenly Machine Long River'.

Looking at the time ahead, it is possible, but it is extremely difficult.

It is much easier to look at the past, and you can only see a certain thing, the reflection of a certain person who exists on the heavenly river, and analyze this reflection with the help of hexagrams, to analyze the origin and connection of things, the more powerful the person, the more blurred the shadow reflected on the river, and even directly lead to the wrong.

You can even detect that someone is spying on you, interfering and attacking in reverse, interrupting the divination.

Therefore, it is almost common sense not to directly calculate the target itself.

Whoever has the ability to interfere with the lord, even the slightest interference, must not be something he can snoop on.

He was in charge of guarding the place, but he was far from being the strongest in this line.

Concentrate at the moment, but go to divination hexagrams again and again, try to hit from the side, but the hexagrams obtained are extremely vague, those in the classics may be the existence of the enemy, the Ji royal family, the human race cultivates the holy land Shenxiao Palace, and those caves and blessed lands are all divined one by one, but the results obtained, this matter has nothing to do with them.

Because of the continuous attempts at large-scale hexagrams, the face of the man in white was almost bloodless.

was about to give up, but suddenly thought of the information that came back from the rest of the place some time ago, and thought of one of them, let him check all the classics, looking for all the ancient existences he knew, and couldn't confirm the sect forces of its existence, his eyes flickered, and his heart was unwilling after all, so he took the pill again and forcibly divined.

One by one, the magic weapons lit up, and finally formed a vast spell formation like a sea of stars.

He held on, played one law decision after another, read out that sentence, and said in a deep voice:

"Is there a connection between this matter and Buddhism? ”

The white jade chips floated in the air, constantly colliding, and finally fell together.

His gaze fell, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The hexagram is direct and clear -

Be!

The man in white froze, exhaled a breath of turbidity, the fog in front of him seemed to be a love for a moment, he took the pill, recovered his injuries and the huge deficit of mana, and then was extremely cautious, destroying all the materials used in the Heavenly Machine Hexagram, interfering with his own Heavenly Machine, preventing it from being found backwards, and then took out a piece of rune paper with different aura.

These are all from those large and small forces that have a good relationship with them, as well as hidden ancient beings, who have reciprocated each other and have always maintained good contacts.

He wrote the same line on it.

"The Buddha Sect I asked earlier has definite information that proves its real existence. ”

Fixed, he thought of this matter, in the Buddhist gate, there is an existence that can affect the lord, but perhaps because of this, it will be countered by the heavenly machine hexagram to calculate part of the information, even so, it can prove that it is powerful and unpredictable, groaned, and added a sentence in the secret letter sent to those ancient forces and existences - "There is a very high existence in the Buddhist sect to suppress, and it must be approached with caution." ”

"Be careful, be careful. ”

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