Yao Qing raised his eyes abruptly, and before the black completely filled his eyes, he suddenly crossed his arms in front of his chest, his body retreated rapidly, his long hair danced, and with a bang, a deep green light burst out from his body! The green light turned into a big ball and wrapped him, covering his dark and evil figure like a demon! At the same time, it banged...... Countless huge vines sprang out of the ground, tightly encircling the ball.

The necromantic storm swooped down in an instant, swirling around the giant ball protected by the tree vines, forming a gray vortex. In the center of the whirlpool, countless necromancers pounced on the tree vines and bit wildly, but with each bite, the tree vines could heal quickly, and no matter how many dead spirits could not break through the protection of the tree vines in a short time.

The golden figure looked indifferently at Yiqiē in front of him, and remembered what "that person" said when he left: "A peerless powerhouse, in addition to being defeated by a more powerful person, is defeated by his own weakness......

And his weakness is not only this, at the critical moment, the other one, maybe you can use it to save your own life. ”

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On the periphery of the Jin clan, countless monks and the Jin clan were inextricably fought, and under the unguarded altar mountain, an old man walked out of the shadows.

He was dressed in a shabby white robe, with a cane in his hand, and he staggered towards the altar hill, strangely without making a sound. What's even more strange is his shadow, if you look closely, you will find that the color of the shadow is unusually black, like a worm dyed with ink, crawling out of the shadows, and unfolding its curled body little by little with the old man's steps!

The old man walked up the first step of the stone staircase, then stopped, and held his cane in front of him with both hands.

He was the old man in the cemetery.

Maybe he lived in the cemetery for too long, the old man exuded an eerie death aura all over his body, his sparse white hair was scattered on the top of his head like withered grass, and his bark-like skin showed a series of markings that only dead people have, and his eyes were also like dead people, the color of his pupils faded, as if covered with a layer of white wax!

The old man looked up at the altar mountain, and from his point of view, he could only see the high top of the altar, so high, sacred, and solemn, which was incompatible with the aura around him. The old man's terrifying face showed ferocity, and he raised his cane with both hands and smashed it down the stone stairs!

Hum, an invisible ripple spread out from the collision location, and a huge pattern array flashed, it turned out that the old man's staff happened to smash into the eye of a large array!

The altar mountain shook slightly, and then, a golden pillar of light appeared at the same time at one hundred and eight positions on the mountain, and the pillar of light soared into the sky, and the tea entered the sky, as if it had become a string connecting the heavens and the earth.

The envoys on the periphery felt the situation on the altar mountain, and their faces changed drastically.

The elder and the saint were all stunned when they noticed the sudden abnormality at the same time.

The monks saw the pillar of light appear from afar, and although they did not understand what it was, their expressions were shocked.

Jin Chong was also dumbfounded, and then realized that the pillar of light appeared in the direction of the altar, and shouted: "Not good!"

After the one hundred and eight pillars of light appeared, they all shook together, and the altar mountain buzzed in an instant, and at the same time, the old man also felt a powerful force, and it was fighting against him along the crutches in his hand!

The old man trembled, his old robe flew up, and he was desperate to consume himself, and the crutches in his hand withstood two huge impacts, becoming like a red-hot iron pillar and trembling violently. The strength did not stalemate for too long, perhaps it was the Altar Mountain's guardian array that was even more powerful, and the old man's crutches were slowly lifted by an invisible force.