Other powers?!" The two immortals of the snake head and antlers followed and looked at the dome, suddenly realized, and sneered: "The Venerable is talking about killing!"

The antlered immortal laughed wildly in a sharp and strange voice: "Once the soul is completely devoured, the immortal will be destroyed, and the natural vision will be born, and the heavenly calamity! This kid will usher in the Heavenly Dao Killing Tribulation! This is the punishment of the laws of heaven and earth for the immortal killer! Yes!! even if it is a green lantern, it will have to bear the price of killing the immortal - the form and soul will be destroyed, and it will never be reborn!"

They didn't care about the death of their four colleagues at all, just like the old woman who witnessed the suicide in front of Jiang Chang'an, they were indifferent.

And then, all they have to do is wait.

Wait for this white light to completely digest the four divine lights, and wait for this kid to attract the heavenly tribulation!

......

We came three months late!

"That is to say, three months ago, tens of millions of demons devoured Jiang Chang'an alive......"

"If that's the case, is there only a pile of bones left on the top ......of the mountain now?"

The speculation came to an abrupt end, and the yellow smoke that filled the top of the mountain gradually dissipated, and everyone was taken aback, and then the illusion on the top of the mountain was torn apart, revealing the true nature, and the scene presented in front of him was enough to make anyone frightened and frightened......

On the top of the mountain, Jiang Changan is still trapped on it, but the body is no longer just a few dozen iron cables, a thick layer of golden cocoons has been generated on the surface of the iron cables, from a distance, he seems to have become a silkworm chrysalis, except for the painful and hideous face exposed, the whole body is tightly wrapped, just waiting for the moment when the cocoon is broken into a butterfly.

The scene was extremely quiet, and everyone didn't even dare to take a breath of air, they found that in the belly of the golden silkworm, a wonderful light was intertwined, colorful, gorgeous, and keenly felt, this light seemed to be intertwined with a variety of unknown Dao powers, each of which was an extremely pure and violent force, and the magic was that these forces were mixed and intertwined with the milky white light, and gradually merged into one, following the blood, along the meridians, into the five internal organs, and transmitted to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Jiang Chang'an's whole body was no longer human, the surface of his skin was cracked inch by inch, dozens of wounds that had been eaten by demons had not had time to heal at all, several bones were still exposed, and the blood stains on the wounds were dried by the wind, which made people unbelievable what kind of suffering and torture he had endured in the past four months!

Situ Yu opened his mouth, stunned, and his eyes were full of distress. Lu Qing

Han's strong disguise can no longer hold on at this moment, his heart is like a knife, and tears are pouring out.

Tonight's long night is extraordinarily long, filled with bottomless darkness.

"What is that light?" Some of the others didn't care whether he lived or died, and were completely attracted by the brilliant light in the golden cocoon, like a seductive firefly in the night, psychedelic and beautiful.

"It's a pure spiritual power that I've never felt before! I've felt the remnants of spiritual power left over from ancient times, but now this one is even better!"

"Whatever he is! This kid is full of treasures, even if you die, drinking blood will be of infinite benefit!"

As soon as these words came out, it was immediately like a bunch of flames thrown in dry firewood, which completely ignited the fire of desire, everyone's eyes became red, life and death became less important, compared to death, living aggrieved is more desperate, Shenggu Shenzhou survival of the fittest, the strong supremacy is the only law, and the strong are worthy of living.

"Grab the !! of the Immortal Treasure"

They roared wildly, and the tide rushed up like a frenzy, and the only difference between them and the demons was a stinking skin like a dog.

Streaming down!

"Who dare!"

An Juntang's eyes were half-closed and half-open, the cold jade face regardless of life and death, stepping on the breeze and going up the mountain alone, the jade heart sword pointed at the sky, the white clothes swayed with the wind, and three thousand green silk satin were draped on the shoulders, in just a moment, the murderous aura was millions of miles.

At the right time, a green thunder burst out of the sky on the top of the clouds, like the aftermath of the sky's anger, and it also seemed to be angry at this arrogant woman.

An Juntang's eyes were round, without blinking, looking at the sky, and lowering his voice, this supreme empress was like a beast driven to a desperate situation at this moment, standing in front of her beloved man, there was no way to retreat, and for the first time in 100,000 years, she let out a hysterical angry roar of resistance:

"Quiet!"

100,000 years, a full 100,000 years, her arm will still tremble in the face of heavenly punishment, but at this moment, she draws her sword and does not move towards the sky, her eyes will still flicker, but there is no cowardice to retreat.

Qinglei gradually calmed down, and many strong people repeatedly dared to take half a step.

An Juntang turned around and looked at the tired face, and the distance between the two was no more than three feet.

It's been nearly four months, and Jiang Changan hasn't shed a single tear, not even a single tear.

Nor did he drink a drop of water, when

However, he has never eaten a grain of rice. His lips were chapped, even his skin was chapped. His eyes were sunken, and his healthy and ruddy face had become like a blank sheet of paper.

His whole body was stiff and numb.

Two tears slipped silently from the corners of Situ Yuning's eyes, Su Shangjun clenched his fists, his nails were embedded in the flesh and dripping blood, Su Shangxuan and Yirou had already cried and couldn't cry.

Everyone was scared, even An Juntang was scared, and she only didn't say a word, staring blankly, just like she had done countless times. Ren is at this moment, no matter how fierce the battle, how bloody the battle, he can't hear anything, he can't see anything. Lu Qinghan has been crying, but now even her tears are almost dry.

Jiang Changan tried to open one eye and see the person in the faint starlight.

"Sister Fairy......"

"Don't speak, condense all your spiritual power. An Juntang's fingertips fluoresced a little, and the golden jade-like brilliant divine light appeared, and it was also a trick in the Misha Sea, she lost three years of Dao power, this time I am afraid that she will disperse a thousand years of Dao Xing, but so what, she has waited for 100,000 years, and she can't wait for one more reincarnation, never!

But just as she was about to point at Xuanding, Jiang Changan shook her head hard, and said word by word: "Sister Fairy, I saw the Immortal Que Palace, the Hall of the Dead, and ......" He coughed heavily, coughing up a mouthful of blood, as if his life had come to an end, "There is also the Golden Jade Terrace Heavenly Punishment Thunder Tribulation......"

An Juntang's hand suddenly froze, his lowered eyes were stunned and unblinked, full of shock, and his shoulders trembled violently.

The people under the mountain were shocked, and they didn't know why, and watched with great attention.

The wind blew, and he grinned dyingly, "Sister Fairy, we, we've seen ......"

An Juntang's gaze froze for a moment, and she stared at him for a moment, her lips trembled and opened and closed, wanting to speak and stopping, the light of her autumn eyes revealed indescribable panic and indescribable sourness, and finally, it completely turned into a faint and imperceptible joy.

No one knows why the empress likes to stare at a mountain view, a leaf, and a drop of dew for a long time?

- just because a light in the cold ancient hall is what she believes to be an eternal calamity. After the eons of eternity, sweep away the traces of the body, bury yourself in the books without a name, it doesn't matter, look at the mountains, it's you, look at the water, it's you.

Everyone could see it clearly, and the empress cried, and tears flowed down her face.