Thirty breaths passed.

The image of the ghost mother is very strange, as if even the head and neck have been cut off, and at this moment, the black smoke has re-emerged from the neck, the shape is more solid, and the color is darker than before.

It slowly returned to Yuan Hou's body, and the man's eyes immediately opened, with a slight look of satisfaction on his face, and it seemed that his eyes were much more agile than before.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of rattling from the ghost mother's body, as if there was a crack in the soil and rocks inside. Sure enough, after a short while, the entire Roshan suddenly collapsed like a mudslide, and if it weren't for Yuan Hou's opportunity to take a few steps back, he would almost be covered with a large amount of dust raised.

When the dust settled, it could be seen that the body of the nine sons and ghost mothers was actually an earthen figurine made of ochre-colored clay, ashes and human bones. Only Yuan Hou knew that in order to withstand the advancement of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother, this body must be based on the soil on the banks of the legendary River Styx.

In the early period of antiquity, there was no reincarnation, and there was still a way to get such soil, but now it is very difficult.

It's just that the ghost mother who stayed in it was defeated, and the soul body was devoured clean by Yuan Hou, so this clay figurine shell was uncontrolled, and it collapsed all of a sudden, and it was dust to dust and dust again.

The expression on Yuan Hou's face became much more comfortable, and at this moment, he bypassed the clay figurines on the ground and stood in front of the black gate again.

The door was still closed, and I didn't know what else to do.

Yuan Hou thought about it, and actually reached out directly to push it. He was tall, but he was in front of the gate that was three feet high. It still looks a little smaller, and this time I stretched out my hand, and it felt like a mayfly shaking the pillar.

"Crunch". A crack opened in the black door, and then two doors slowly opened inward. I don't know how long the door has been closed, and at this moment the sound is booming, like a rolling stone, and it is dull and ominous to listen to the ears.

The scenery inside was still faintly visible, and Yuan Hou did not hesitate anymore, stepping over the threshold that was almost thigh-high. Step in.

At this moment, a purple-red light suddenly flashed through the gate, shaped like lightning. It's just light and thin, the shape of the tear is not bigger than a palm, and the color is purple and almost black, which is extremely inconspicuous in this already dark and dull light.

Just a flash. quietly and directly hit Yuan Hou's eyebrows.

This was the time for him to take a step forward. The builders of the dungeon obviously knew the hearts of the people, and it must have been quite exciting when the door was opened, and arranging a plot behind the door rather than in front of the door would undoubtedly have a much greater chance of success.

This lightning bolt will not be unfamiliar to the immortal cultivators of the Quannan Ganbu Continent. This is the famous god thunder that made Nangong Zhendu, the former head of Guangcheng Palace, disappear!

But whenever there is a tribulation, any tribulation thunder will stir the heavens and the earth, and the momentum will be huge. Only this thunder is silent and unguardable. It's a great way to sneak up on it, and you have the skills to collect it in advance.

And depending on its color. The power is much more fierce than the sixfold divine thunder that Nangong Zhen tasted, if Changtian is here, he can recognize that this should be the eightfold thunder tribulation, located in the seventy-first realm!

An eightfold divine thunder that even most immortals can't resist!

The divine thunder is descended by the Heavenly Dao, and it directly examines people's hearts, and no one can be exempted, not even Yuan Hou. So his expression suddenly froze.

At this time, a small jade net bottle fell from above the black door and fell to the ground, rolling a few times.

This is the magic weapon that dresses up the god thunder, I don't know what the origin is.

Yuan Hou's body maintained the posture of stepping over the threshold, just past one left foot.

After about ten breaths, this foot suddenly stepped on the ground, and then his right foot followed and slowly walked into the world behind the door. The pace and distance of this step have not changed from beginning to end. His movements were unhurried, as if he had just crossed an ordinary threshold after finishing his evening class.

It's just that if the immortal cultivators on the continent saw this scene with their own eyes, I don't know how many people would be shocked. The Thunder is recognized as the most difficult one in the Thunder Tribulation, because it directly tortures the heart, and as we all know, it is oneself that is the most difficult thing for people to deceive. In contrast, the last thunderstorm is just extremely powerful on the outside, and if it is a profound cultivation and a sharp magic weapon, it can still survive.

What's more, this is an eightfold thunder tribulation, how long has it been since there has been a living creature on the Southern Ganbu Continent who has been forced to withstand such a high-level thunder tribulation?

However, even the most terrifying God Thunder in the Eightfold Thunder Tribulation couldn't stop his pace!

Yuan Hou took this note, and on the surface, it seemed that he was still doing nothing, and strode forward.

After passing through a wall of shadows and two corridors, he finally reached the center of the main hall.

This palace is the place with the highest concentration of evil qi in the whole underground palace, and even the condensation of the essence is at least equivalent to more than 20 times the concentration in the lake, and the air is churning with a fog as thick as ink, which even mortals can see with the naked eye, and it is almost to the point that even the light of the merman's ointment is about to shine through.

As soon as Yuan Hou walked in here, the stone adzes hidden in his body made a buzzing sound, as if they were about to burst open in the next moment. There is a limit to everything, even if it is a celestial weapon, the concentration of evil qi here exceeds its protective ability. Yuan Hou's body had changed since he entered the inner palace, his heartbeat had accelerated by at least three times, his face was as red as blood, but the terrible thing was that his skin seemed to be under great pressure, and it was pressed tightly on the skin, and the green tendons and blood vessels were even more prominent, as if they were about to burst open in the next second.

This is just a mortal body, and if a person is replaced, he would have lost his mind and become a walking corpse wandering here forever. He didn't care, as if any changes in his body had nothing to do with him.

In the middle of the temple stood four tall statues of gods, with knotted muscles, angry eyebrows, and huge chains of beads hanging from their necks, each the size of a watermelon, polished and smooth with white bone. They bow their heads slightly, as if they are on a high platform in the middle of the arch.

Probably because the style of the barbarians has always been simple, and there is not much decoration here, except for the shark oil vats in the six corners of the main hall that are almost burned to the bottom.

Yuan Hou's gaze finally fell on this high platform. There was only a lone bronze coffin on the stage.

on the coffin. Carved with a curved bow, shaped like a full moon. On the stone platform next to the coffin, there is a small box.

Yuan Hou stood in front of the coffin for a while. Only then did he reach out and gently caress the outer coffin, touching the thick and hard thin strip on the head, and finally brought out some strange feelings in his indifferent eyes, like nostalgia, like hatred, as if through a long time, he saw the emotion in the depths of history.

His hand stroked the relief three times. The thoughts on his face were put away, and he regained his composure, and then he exerted a slight force in his hand. You have to push open the lid of the coffin!

If he looked up now, he would see a small whirlpool of air gathering on the ceiling above the ashram at some point, and the black air mass composed of dark clouds pressed the ground, as he used his force. Condensed into a thunderbolt and slashed down!

This lightning bolt looks small and cute. If you freeze time, you can see that the shape of this lightning is like a halberd, and the blue and white light around it is swirling, but it doesn't make the slightest sound, and it is obviously wonderful to be split so much.

Yuan Hou hurriedly withdrew his hand, but this mortal body was originally slow, like a delicate and luxurious chariot, which had to be pulled by an old ox. No matter how exquisite the design of this car is, how perfect the unloading force is. Ultimately, speed can only depend on the slow cow in front of you.

So he couldn't dodge this attack at all. This lightning bolt slashed straight down from the center of his Heavenly Spirit Cover with an irresistible force. Yuan Hou's eyes were about to bulge out, his posture froze for a moment, and then he only heard a soft sound of "pop", and his body suddenly exploded, every bone, every drop of blood, every inch of skin and tendons, and even every tiniest part that made up this body was finely dense and incomparably evenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

And that's not all, immediately after, the space in the middle of the blood mist seemed to suddenly collapse, and then an indescribable small singularity was formed, like a black hole, emitting a huge suction force, swishing all the blood mist inhaled!

As soon as this blood mist exploded, it was sucked into this singularity before the tiniest of the mist could disperse, and there was really not even the slightest smell of blood left, and nothing else was contaminated, and it disappeared from the world.

The blood mist was all inhaled, and the singularity disappeared immediately, and the calm was restored here, but a large living person disappeared in vain.

"Look, don't move. Only then did a voice sound, like a magnet striking each other, indescribably cold and cold. A slender figure was silently reclining on the edge of the porch, slowly withdrawing its fingers.

This voice was so familiar to the man who disappeared in the field that he hadn't heard it for tens of thousands of years. After Yuan Hou's body exploded, a wisp of black smoke escaped at an extremely fast speed, and it was the thing that devoured the Hundred Sons and Ghost Mother. It was so fast that it was invisible to the human eye, and even the singularity failed to catch its trajectory.

This wisp of black smoke fell to the ground, immediately stretched, spread, and soon expanded into a human figure, and then the face, figure, and clothes all became vivid and three-dimensional, like a flat picture scroll suddenly turned into a three-dimensional image.

By the time the black smoke changed color, there was already a purple-robed man standing in the field, with a delicate chin, white skin, phoenix eyes, and pupils like the finest amethyst. Although his figure is not very tall, but under the backdrop of a dress with a square collar and a cinched waist, it is more and more Yushu windy, long-sleeved wind, if you look at it from the side, his face is even more beautiful and beautiful, so that most women in the world will envy and hate to death.

The most special thing is that pair of eyes, just one gaze, as if you can see through the human heart, just one look back, you can understand the thousand words he wants to say. (To be continued......)

PS: Shui Yun: Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu, this book has been written to 200+ million words, you finally showed your face, what do you want to say to everyone?

Yin Jiuyou: The role you arranged for me is too complicated, after playing the doppelganger and playing the deity, is it easy for me?

Shui Yun: Cough, my annual remuneration is going to be cut off by you, your supporting role is so expensive, how can I deal with the two great gods Changtian and Ning Xiaoxian?

Yin Jiuyou: They can replace it with Papapa, what else do they need?

Water Cloud: ......

February 13:

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