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"Ah——!h

Bu Lingguan let out a groan full of pain, and at that moment, a strange orange-yellow light burst out from Bu Lingguan's forehead, and then swept towards Bu Lingguan's body, and inch by inch of brilliance wandered around Bu Lingguan's limbs, making Bu Lingguan's whole person seem to be reborn as if it had undergone a huge change.

Bu Lingguan turned into a young man in an instant.

It was a very heroic young man, even if the clothes on his body did not fit, but the heroic spirit between his eyebrows burst out, making people dare not look directly.

Bu Lingguan's bones made a "crackling" sound, as if he was still adapting to such a change. And the bright light is still circulating on the surface of his body, spreading inch by inch.

Her brocade-like black hair fluttered in the wind, and her bronzed skin exuded a strange aura in the light of all colors.

It's over, it's all over.

Coral knows that everything is irreparable, and the Great Ming Venerable has descended.

Coral wanted to close his eyes in some despair, but a bright wave of light suddenly appeared in Coral's eyes, crossed the sky, and disappeared beside Chu Feng.

The waves are like water, reflecting the bright moon.

A splash of blood followed.

The light that was about to travel all over Bu Ling Guan's body suddenly stopped for a moment, and then retreated back to Bu Ling Guan's forehead in an instant.

Bu Lingguan spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and the appearance of the whole person not only changed back to its original appearance, but the whole person seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, becoming extremely haggard and described as withered.

This sudden change caused the wind and rain to stop abruptly, and the ghost cries stopped.

Bu Lingguan staggered, fell to his knees weakly and tiredly, supporting the corpse mountain with both hands, and his face was full of incredulity.

Bu Lingguan looked at his dried skin and shook his palm, he could feel that although his body was still full of the power given to him by Da Ming Zun, his vitality was almost dry.

Bu Lingguan was silent for a long time before he raised his head and looked at the sky.

The clear face in the sky suddenly blurred again, and even retreated some distance into the vortex of the void.

What the hell is going on?

Where did that sparkling moon-like sparkle come from?

Bu Lingguan turned around, and his eyes fell on An Luyun's body.

An Luyun's bright moon on the sea is very imaginary and that wave, and it can even be said to be the same.

Almost everyone's eyes fell on An Luyun.

An Luyun didn't speak, just showed a smile.

The nine heavenly prisoners locked An Luyun's meridians and imprisoned An Luyun's figure.

An Luyun couldn't have emitted that wave of light.

Bu Lingguan was a little unsure whether the source of that wave of light would be An Luyun, but it stands to reason that An Luyun would not be able to emit that wave of light.

However, apart from An Luyun, who else can emit such a wave of light?

Coral also fell into silence, of course, she didn't know who it was from, but she knew that that kind of light was definitely not from An Luyun's hand.

That wave of light was able to block the arrival of the Great Ming Zun, and the obvious gap in strength could not be ignored at all.

The gap in strength is too big, if An Luyun can emit such a wave of light, they will not end up like this now.

Who is this hidden ally, where is he, and why did he have to wait until now?

Coral frowned slightly, deep in thought.

Bu Lingguan stood up with some difficulty, he was silent for a moment, and then he opened his arms again, he took a deep breath, trying to contain the Yuan Shen of Da Ming Zun with his ** again.

But this time, Da Mingzun did not respond to his call, and his outstretched arms seemed to be a comical performance, stiff and twisted.

Bu Lingguan waited for a long time with joy, but he didn't wait for everything he wanted to wait for, and there was a look of disappointment in his eyes.

But he raised his head, looked at the huge void vortex in the sky, looked at the bright orange-yellow light, and the blurred face of Da Mingzun, and regained his composure and indifference.

He hasn't failed yet, even if Da Mingzun doesn't respond to his call now, it doesn't mean that Da Mingzun has given up responding to him, Da Mingzun still exists above his head, still watching his every move.

Perhaps this is Da Mingzun's test for him, and only those who can withstand these tests can be favored by Da Mingzun.

Only by being able to withstand these tests will the Great Ming Zun descend on the world and give the final sanction to this chaotic and disorderly world.

Bu Lingguan clenched his fists slowly, and his gaze finally fell on the eleven figures imprisoned by the Heavenly Prisoner.

Bu Lingguan silently walked towards the figure closest to him.

That was once his favorite disciple, that was the disciple he once had high hopes for, and he thought that letting this disciple inherit his mantle would always change something and restore something.

But it turned out that his ideas were really redundant, and it turned out that all his efforts were in vain, and if he wanted to change the world, what he needed was not reason, not justice, but strength.

Only a person with a hard fist will let people listen to what he is saying.

Only those with hard fists will be listened to.

He needs strength, even if it's not his own, even if it's the power of others, even if it's not destined to be used according to his will.

But as long as it is a force, it is enough.

As long as you can realize your ideals, it is enough.

The skirt looked silently at her master, the man who had brought her out of the dark prison, his eyes were calm, but there was a slight regret.

She couldn't speak, her palm was pinned through by the Heavenly Prisoner, and she naturally couldn't write anymore, she could only watch Bu Lingguan slowly approach, and then squatted down beside her.

Bu Lingguan stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the forehead of his skirt, gentle and kind, as if in some past years.

The skirt looked at Bu Lingguan, and she could see what Bu Lingguan was thinking from Bu Lingguan's eyes.

Bu Lingguan wanted to kill her.

But there is no fear in the skirt, life and death are very ordinary things for her.

She is used to seeing too much life and death, and is used to seeing all kinds of death, and the prison that never sees the light of day is the real hell in the world.

She was born in that hell and grew up in that hell.

All the people there are the offspring of the prisoners of sin, imprisoned there from the moment they were born, generation after generation, who have long forgotten the light, and even the language has been forgotten.

They are like animals, they exist in a mess, they are fed, and then they give their lives for the sake of their ancestors they don't even know about.

She is the last offspring of all the prisoners, and she gathers all the blood of the most vicious people in the world at a time of some time.

In that darkness, she devoured the flesh of her blood relatives and became the last prisoner.

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