Bafang City, the palace of King Qin Guang.

The ground was cold and empty, and King Qin Guang was originally the only one standing tall above the main hall, staring at the picture that appeared in the void.

In the middle of nowhere, seven figures appeared silently.

The entire second layer of hell, under the wave of the woman with a tiny soul bead, radiated with brilliance, as if giving the whole world charm.

They are in high positions, and of course they know the wonder and power of the Heaven Devouring Void Demon Umbrella.

Just seeing a female cultivator of the Soul Bead Realm use it with her own eyes, and even herself, she was not covered by the brilliance of the Void Demon Umbrella at all, and it really had an indescribable feeling......

Especially, that soul orb.

At the end of the battle, the majestic earth power Yin Hua lost control and collapsed in all directions. The beads, which had been wrapped in the storm, were finally clearly presented in front of them.

Because it has absorbed the surrounding earth power and yinhua, the diameter of the soul bead has also expanded a lot, and it has to be an inch.

The cloudy light purple was gone, replaced by a deep imperial purple, like a streamer, outlined on the dark white soul beads.

It's like a pearl carved with a picture.

The only fly in the ointment is that the crack that stood on the soul bead also opened even bigger as the soul bead grew bigger and grown, like an abyss.

Wang Jiang of the city stood at the foot of the steps, with an indescribable brilliance in his eyes.

Emperor Song stroked the beard on his chin and laughed leisurely: "I didn't expect that after hundreds of years, I would see the emperor's purple ...... again."

"The last time I saw this, it was on the body of His Royal Highness the King of the City, right?"

An immature voice sounded beside Emperor Song.

A teenager in his teens, wearing a brocade robe, looks like a rich young master. He was holding a kitten with snow-white fur and dark golden pupils in his arms, and he also raised a handsome face with childishness, staring at the soul bead, but there was a bit of evil in his eyes.

"Will she be the ninth?"

The ninth.

This word, if changed to another place, may not make people feel too much, but it is not so simple to appear above the "eight" square Yan Hall and in front of the "eight" hall Yan Jun in this "eight" square city.

King Qin Guang, dressed in a majestic robe, stood with his hands in his hands, and never withdrew his gaze.

The whole thing......

It really made him feel an indescribable sense of helplessness.

This female cultivator, but it was only mentioned by the Wheel King, because they accidentally joined the list of Ding Zheng, and arranged for Zhang Tang and others to "take care of it".

Unexpectedly, now that he had just reached the second floor, he agreed to take care of the monk who was sorrowful, so he started to worry about it.

What's even more unexpected is that the one who dies in the end is the one who cultivates higher.

Pan Hexun had turned into a pile of black ash, drifting from the sky into the volcanic magma lake below.

The ninth?

King Qin Guang asked slowly, "Do you really want another one?"

"Yes, the Ghost of Destiny, it hasn't appeared for a long time. ”

The one who replied turned out to be the teenage boy holding the cat!

Bafang Yan Palace, the fourth hall, the king of officials!

He stroked the snow-white soft fur on the cat's body casually, and a pair of eyes that were as delicate as a cat's pupils also raised them, and looked back at King Qin Guang, but there was a deep smile on his lips that was completely inconsistent with his appearance and age.

"But this is worrying, her soul bead was only light purple at first, but she couldn't see any signs of 'destiny'. This time, His Royal Highness King Qin Guang picked her at random, I'm afraid I didn't expect to receive such a big surprise, right?"

The rest of the Yan Jun in the hall did not speak.

Above the void picture, the soul bead had already flown towards the center of the sorrowful eyebrows again.

Seeing this, King Qin Guang finally dispelled that thought.

"We can't interfere with the rules. Everything, after the end of the competition. This female cultivator, the soul bead is disabled, that is, the soul is missing, but she can cultivate to the point where she is now, and even Emperor Purple appears, and she is bound to have a secret. If she dies in the middle of the battle, we have nothing to say. If she's lucky enough to live, she'll think about it again......"

Not every monk who has appeared with the "Emperor Purple" soul bead can become the supremacy of Bafang City.

There are also many ......

All innocent and vain.

Over the years, they have seen too much.

In other words, openly and secretly, enough has been done.

The eight Yan Jun have been stable for a long time.

In the past 600 years, there have only been two additions, the city king and the wheel king, the city king does not like to fight, and the wheel king is his hand and born......

What will this one of them bring when he is worried?

King Qin Guang didn't know either.

The palm of his back, the fingers moved gently and gently, and the red gold charm ring on his ring finger also turned slowly, and the streamer was faint.

The entire seventy-two cities in the Polar Region had already been so shocked by this battle that they couldn't sit still.

Countless people have been scolding their mothers in their hearts, and a lot of their jaws have fallen to the ground, and everyone looks at them with sorrowful eyes-

Some are shocking, and their style is outstanding;

Some regret the death of a generation of master Pan Hexun;

Some of them have pain in their flesh and have begun to worry about the good bets they have made before;

Of course, there are also people who are red-eyed.

Pan He turned into ashes and disappeared.

But the magic weapon he left behind, a long whip of white bones, was being thrown to the highest point in the sky, falling downward, and the criss-crossing Kunwudu chariot lost its air and slid towards the lake of blazing magma.

"Toot. ”

There was a soft thud.

The soul bead that had been covered by the dark purple pattern galloped from a distance, turned into a streamer, and directly sank into the ancestral hole of the sorrowful eyebrows.

A strange sense of power and control came from the bottom of her heart!

Since taking the Reverse Soul Pill, this soul bead has already changed.

It's just that at that time, the purple was still too light, making people think that the soul beads were too inferior and not pure enough, but now this faint purple has become so rich after absorbing the earth's power and yinhua.

Others can't see it, but it can be seen that the sorrow is extremely clear!

After it submerged into her eyebrows, there were patches of electric light flickering on top of these purple patterns!

The soul power surging in the ancestral aperture all condensed into a small whirlwind with the rotation of the pattern on the soul bead, like a streamer, revolving around.

The stars and the moon!

But that's it!

Majestic, chilling.

Such a change seems to mean something vaguely, but it is difficult to understand the sorrow.

She still knows too little about Polar Domain. Even if there was a room full of books in the old house owner's study, she couldn't find anything related to them even if she searched through her memory.

For a while, I had to put down my doubts and look at the eyes.

The sky is restored, and the huge magma lake is still churning with heatwaves.

The white bone whip is falling in the direction where she is, of course, she is not polite at all, and she reaches out to catch it!

"Smack. ”

The long whip landed directly in her palm and was held tightly by her!

Inside and outside the seventy-two cities, countless people's hearts tightened, and they couldn't help but show envious eyes.

Pan Hexun is dead, but his magic weapon is still there!

Not far ahead of me was the Kunwudu chariot that was about to sink into the magma below, the black body and iron armor, because no one controlled it, and it had lost the urging of its master, it was constantly retracting inward, changing towards its original miniature appearance.

Pan Hexun, who is talented, can rely on this chariot to defeat five with one, and even not fall behind, which shows what an amazing magic weapon this is!

As early as when I saw this chariot and heard Chen Tingyan talk about the origin of this chariot, I was a little moved when I saw it.

The battle with Pan Hexun made her lose a virtual magic umbrella.

Seeing that the good things were in front of him, he was not a saint when he saw that he was not a saint, so he happily shook the white bone whip in his hand, and shook out a crisp sound of "pop".

"Whew!"

The wind is howling.

The white bone whip broke through the air and struck straight at the edge of the Kun Wudu chariot below!

The seemingly hard white bone whip tip was extremely soft when it was thrown out, and it was directly stretched and rolled, and it was actually involved in a flywheel on the edge of the chariot!

"Up!"

As soon as I saw that my wrist was forced, I heard the sound of "bang" water.

The Kun Wudu chariot, which saw half of it sinking, was pulled up by the white bone whip!

Countless lava slid down, splashing on the lake below, but the deck that had been swallowed by the magma was as black as ever.

There was no loss at all!

A chariot left behind by the ancestors of antiquity?

Seeing that his eyes narrowed slightly, he only took the long whip and raised his hand to take it.

The Kun Wudu chariot, the moment it was pulled up, had already begun to shrink rapidly, and by the time it fell into the hands of Jianchou, it had already recovered to the size of a palm.

It's like a small sculpture.

When I was close to the palm of my hand, I looked carefully, and I was exquisite everywhere, and I couldn't see the roughness of the so-called "antiquity" at all.

Only the handwriting distributed on the round platform in Nasi South is indeed an ancient script.

Chen Tingyan, Zhang Tang and others all have more or less scars on their bodies.

At this moment, seeing that the battle had subsided, Pan Hexun's two magic weapons fell into the hands of Jianchou, and several people finally came up.

Gu Ling had turned into a harmless innocent girl again, her eyes shining as she looked at the chariot in her hand.

Chen Tingyan smacked his lips even more, and laughed twice: "I hate pressing gold threads every year and making wedding clothes for others...... Pan Hexun is looking for such a big wrong, how good it would be to have a few more!"

The old woman looked at him silently and did not express an opinion on this.

Seeing sorrow, he couldn't help laughing, after the first battle, he didn't have any fatigue at all, and even because of the change in the soul bead, his eyes were fixed.

The momentum around the body has also changed faintly.

It's much stronger than before this battle!

"I folded a Void Demon Umbrella, repaired a Kunwudu chariot, and counted this white bone whip, it can be regarded as earning it back. ”

Seeing that he was in a good mood, he was holding a white bone whip in one hand and a chariot in the other, and he was quite satisfied.

Chen Tingyan couldn't wait, so he directly touched a few pills and came out, and one of them scattered, and at the same time said to Jian Sorrow: "Hurry up and recognize the master, see how this chariot is!"

Gentleman, it's just such a hobby.

The folding fan in Chen Tingyan's hand smashed into the palm of his hand and urged continuously.

He smiled helplessly, but he was also curious.

She remembered the method of recognizing the Lord in horror that she had learned in the study of the old house, and she only sank her mind, and a handprint was pinched out, and suddenly there was a soul power mixed with auspicious purple qi, which spat out from her palm and wound into a delicate and strange hexagonal seal.

As soon as Pan Hexun died, the imprint of the divine soul that he had originally imprinted on the Kunwudu chariot had dissipated.

Seeing that he was worried at this moment, he pushed his handprint towards the Kun Wudu chariot, and the strange sigil smoothly sank into the dark black chariot body.

"Buzz!"

At that moment, a black and white ripple ejected from the entire Kunwudu chariot body in all directions!

There was a buzzing sound, and it was incessant.

Seeing the sorrow, he felt that his soul was immediately connected with the chariot, as if he had been dripping blood on the ghost axe to recognize the Lord, and although he thought that the Extreme Region was different from the Nineteen Continents, the feeling after recognizing the Lord was almost the same.

All the functions, all the methods of control, are also instantly laid out in the mind of the sorrow.

Originally......

This Kun Wudu chariot still has such a history.

My heart shook for a while, but in the blink of an eye, I thought of a more practical use.

"Go!"

With a flick of her palm, she threw the palm-sized chariot out of the air!

"Click, click!"

The scene I saw under Pan Hexun's command at the beginning is exactly the same at this moment!

Kun Wudu chariot, stretching again, rising in the wind, getting bigger and bigger!

In the blink of an eye, it was already five or six zhang long and wide, like a giant ship floating in mid-air!

"Hahaha!"

Chen Tingyan couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his eyebrows were overjoyed, "Great harvest, great harvest! Sorry, you have to lend it to me when you go back, I like this thing so much!"

"It's not a ...... either"

The words "big problem" have not yet been spoken, and the sad face has suddenly changed.

A familiar aura, with the fluctuations they had felt before, appeared above the magma lake out of thin air!

Everyone looked back, and in the void, there was a twisted ripple.

It's clear that someone is coming over again!

"Sima Languan!"

Seeing this, I immediately remembered the killing god who was still in the first layer, they were so numerous, and now this is coming up?

At that moment, she didn't hesitate and flew directly towards the Kun Wudu chariot!

"Get in the car, go first!"

Everyone was not slow to react, and when they heard the sentence of sorrow, they knew that the Kunwudu chariot should be a good thing to escape, and when they turned into a streamer, they went straight to the chariot!

Almost at the same time, seeing that the sorrowful person was already on the chariot, he slapped it towards the Sinan round platform!

"Boom!"

Thirty-six snow-white flywheels were unharmed, all of them poking out from the bottom of the chariot and spinning rapidly!

A majestic and ancient force immediately rose from the chariot!

At the moment when Sima Languan's figure appeared on the lake, a string of electric light passed over the entire chariot, turning into a chaotic dark gray.

Sou!

In the blink of an eye, disappear without a trace!

There was only a gust of wind, which lifted off the ground, leaving behind a breath of vicissitudes......

Other than that, not even a trace was left.

Sima Languan was holding the lantern and was a little stunned for a moment: Was he dazzled just now......?

Beside him, one after another bloodstained figures appeared.

Sima Languan frowned his delicate long eyebrows, squinted his eyes slightly, and originally wanted to leave directly, but when his eyes swept away, he found that there were traces of battle on this crater lake.

At that moment, his heart sank!

Raising his hand, his mind sank into the Ding ring, and on his calm face, he finally skipped an irrepressible dark shock: on the nebula picture scroll, Pan Hexun, his "ally" who was the number one in the capital city, had disappeared without a trace......

"Do you ...... worried?"