The ghost cultivator almost didn't faint on the spot.

The old man wanted to run.

He didn't dare to fly into the sky, of course, staying on the broken golden throne for a long time was a dead end. In a hurry, the old man shook the rattle in his hand rapidly, and more than a dozen dazzling thunderbolts slashed down from the nine heavens, and for a while, the silver snake danced wildly. In the thunderbolt, the old man conjured a purple bag, which shook lightly in the wind, releasing a cloud of green smoke.

The green smoke quickly spread, and in less than ten breaths, the entire shattered golden throne was covered in green smoke.

The monks, who were neither male nor female, had finally reacted now.

Leap into the lake with a thud.

Transform into a fish.

Dive deep to the bottom.

The old man did not want to stay on the hanging island any longer, and he only took refuge in the lake for a while, and sooner or later he would let the adults find out, but this was the territory of the adults! Wouldn't playing tricks here be looking for death? If he really wanted to escape from life, he had to think of a better way, otherwise his efforts would be in vain.

Without doing anything, the old man released the three living sacrifices imprisoned in the rattle.

These three living sacrifices are all Dharma protectors or elders of small sects.

The realm of skill is actually okay.

Lost and captured.

It was mainly because of the old man's conspiracy layout and the conspiracy of the strange magic weapon of the rattle in his hand that he became a living sacrifice.

Now as soon as the old man released them, instead of hypnotizing them as before, he woke them up in a hurry, so that the three of them could instantly get out of the nightmare and return to their original senses. The three of them didn't know what was happening, but there was an invisible and huge force in the sky that was like a mountain, and their lives were in danger, so they didn't have time to think about it, and the three of them instinctively recited their strongest spells and magic weapons to protect their bodies, and at the same time they hurriedly flew into the sky, intending to escape from this place of death as fast as possible.

The old man took advantage of the chaos to flee.

The rattle in his hand turned into a wave-shaped strange light.

And he himself left the illusion of the prosthesis, hoping to hide from the eyes of adults, but the real body turned into a silver-winged insect the size of a grain of rice, and quickly fled under the cover of the strange light of the waves.

Ghost Xiu saw that all his companions had run away, and only he was the only one left.

Don't go again.

Absolutely dead.

Hurry up and put aside the fluke mentality of staying and kneeling to beg for mercy, explain the truth, and tell the cause and effect.

He first waved his hand and spilled a few balls of bone-eroding ink, then rolled up a violent wind, smashing the fishy and pungent ink all over the sky, and then used the body protection magic weapon to spin up a dozen tornadoes in the dark sky, and finally turned into a black cloud, fluttering, and fled to the periphery of the hanging island.

"Sure enough, you're playing tricks! Looking for death!" the invisible adult in the sky was furious.

Thunder, smoke, ink, tornadoes, and so on are raging wildly.

If it were another monk, his head would have been three times larger.

But this powerful lord.

But one move was broken.

in the sky.

Suddenly, out of thin air, a pair of giant hands more than 100 meters were condensed.

The giant hands first swung to break the thunder, and then smashed out the tornadoes one by one.

Several small peaks on the Hanging Island directly smashed most of the giant hands, and the water of the small lake was also moved, stirring up huge waves of tens of meters.

The silver-winged insects, which are as small as grains of rice, are easily caught between the two fingers of the fingers by the left hand of the giant hand, and the weight is like a dragon catching fleas if it were light; As for the monk who turned into a grass carp and dived deep into the lake, I don't know when, he had been bounced into the air by the force of the slap and concussion just now, and was firmly locked by the qi engine, and he couldn't go up and down in mid-air, he couldn't advance or retreat, and he had to wait for death.

Green smoke and ink are mixed.

The image of an adult slowly appears in the middle.

It was an angry face, similar to the statue on the golden altar.

The huge mouth opened and closed, and the voice exploded like a thunderbolt in a sunny day: "You little worms, you think you can play tricks in front of me? With such a little trick of yours, you are not even worthy of lifting my shoes! Tell me, who is behind you? Who else is your accomplice? Tell me honestly, the deity may give you death for the sake of the best service in the past! Otherwise, the deity will let you taste the pain and suffering of the world, and when the time comes, you will deeply understand what it means to be unable to survive and die!"

"Spare your life, my lord, we have no one behind us! This has nothing to do with us, we don't know what's going on at all! Everything is worshiped by those two flying swords, we are just afraid of your divine power, my lord, so we will run away in such a panic!"

"When death comes, you still have a hard mouth? I guess you must have itchy bones on your body! Since that's the case, then the deity will loosen your bones for you!" The huge right hand snapped together, and the sound of bones breaking sounded densely, accompanied by the screams of the ghost cultivator in pain.

The old man was also restored to his true form by the silver-winged worm.

But he did not beg for mercy.

His eyes were rolling to his bones, as if he was thinking of some kind of countermeasure.

The monk, who was neither male nor female, remained in the form of a grass carp, but his eyes were looking at the two swords of ice and fire pierced on the golden altar.

The head and face made of green smoke and ink were mixed, and the huge lips opened and closed again: "Say, who is the person behind you? Who knows the flaws of the golden sacrifice, and specially sent you over, use a strategy to lure me away, and then use magic weapons to forcibly destroy it?" Say it, otherwise it will be light to break the bones and scatter ashes, and more painful and desperate destruction is still to come!"

"Yes...... The monk who was neither male nor female found that the two swords of ice and fire were trembling again, and seemed to be accumulating energy for a new round of explosion.

"Who is it? Is it that old thing from Aoguang?" the Lord in the Sky interrogated again, this time narrowing his guess. There are not many people who have the courage to do this, and even fewer opponents who have the ability to do this, but there is one exception, and that is the owner of the seal of a hanging island in the southeast, 'Venerable Aoguang'.

In particular, the existence of the two swords of ice and fire is a great proof.

Although the two swords seem to be the power of ice and fire.

But in a different realm.

It's actually a kind of light.

A very special and very powerful light power, ice and fire are just a cover on the outside.

Among the several archrivals of the nearby Hanging Islands, only Venerable Aoguang had the ability to achieve this easily.

"Yes...... "How dare the monk who is neither male nor female still say it, he is afraid that if he says it, he will be recognized by adults, and now the main thing is to delay time, and talking nonsense will only hasten death.

"Who the hell is it?" the adult roared, his voice shaking most of the secret world.

"Your mother made us do it!" the old man replied with a smile after suddenly raising his hand, attracting the huge face condensed by the green smoke and ink.

"What? you say...... You disgusting maggot, I'm going to tear you into thousands of pieces, and then put you on the fire and roast you to ashes!" The adult was stunned at first, and when he reacted, his face was so angry that the green smoke and ink condensed could not be maintained, and they exploded one after another, and the entire hanging island was shrouded in his murderous aura, and it kept trembling, and countless pieces of rubble cracked and collapsed, falling into the boundless sea below.

The old man dares to talk nonsense, it's not that he thinks his life is long.

Instead, it is necessary to absorb the attention of the other party and create the best opportunity for the two swords of ice and fire to slash.

Unlike the monks, who were neither male nor female, the old man himself was sure, after all, he also had a rattle with unique abilities in his hand.

Knock knock knock......

The rattle is rattling.

The old man absorbed it like a light smoke.

The giant hand conjured up by the adult could not catch the old man for a moment, allowing him to slip away between his fingers like light smoke. On the contrary, the ghost cultivator boss on the other side also wanted to escape, but he was firmly held by the giant hand, and there was no room for struggle. Even if the two swords of ice and fire exploded violently, flying upside down from the shattered golden altar, rushing straight into the sky, and slamming into the void between the two hands, causing the invisible adult to let out a dull cry of pain, the ghost cultivator boss could not successfully escape.

The monk, who was neither male nor female, screamed: "Release all the living sacrifices and use them as stand-ins!"

The ghost cultivator boss actually had a plan for a long time.

He was waiting for the moment when the adults were attacked and their control was weakest.

"You go quickly! I don't want my body, you remember to help me summon my spirit!" The ghost cultivator boss ignited a ghost fire all over his body, and his body burned to ashes, leaving only a little soul ghost fire, which was classified into the ghost domain of the ghost tooth necklace, and then driven by consciousness, the ghost tooth necklace flew down in front of the monk who was neither male nor female.

"Let's go!" the old man's consciousness that had infiltrated the rattle also commanded the magic weapon to fly into the hands of the monks, who were neither male nor female.

"Doppelganger incarnation!" The monk is not a man or a woman, holding a ghost tooth necklace in one hand and a rattle in the other, from one body to two different clones for men and women. After turning from one to two, the skill of the monk who is not male or female has increased but has increased, and his ability has increased by more than two times in an instant, and he suddenly broke free of the lock of the qi machine, and while the two swords of ice and fire were still suppressing the invisible 'adult', the two clones flew into the sky, looking at the periphery of the hanging island and escaping.

"Yes, that's it, if we hurry up, we just need to rush to the exit of the secret realm and we will succeed!"

His reaction was not fast, but as a boss, the escape plan he made was qualified.

Least.

He didn't hesitate when it came to trade-offs.

For a ghost cultivator, when encountering a strong person who cannot be defeated, it is actually a good choice to abandon his own physical strength to protect his soul, and it is not unacceptable.

Although the skill of abandoning the body is damaged, but the ghost cultivator can refine another one to replace it with the exercises, of course, the effect is not as good as the body, but it is much stronger than falling into the hands of a strong enemy and letting the mermaid flesh! The ghost cultivator boss had a fluke mentality before, thinking that he could escape safely, who didn't want the power of the adult to be beyond imagination, so he abandoned the body This trick to save his life came into being.

It's a pity that he forgot that in the ghost domain, there is also a 'martial cultivator' imprisoned in it.

Lin Dong, who was waiting quietly, before leaving the ghost domain.

Hand casual move.

It was more casual than the pair of giant hands that the 'adult' had conjured from the sky just now.

Between opening and closing, he held the soul fire of the ghost cultivator in the palm of his hand, and then flew out of the hanging island with Shi Ran.

"You ......" The monk who turned into two clones of a male and a female didn't have time to react, but Lin Dong gently stretched out his hand and grabbed it in his palm, and immediately turned into two demon flowers, one male and one female. As for the old man who didn't enter the rattle, he sensed that something was wrong outside, and he was anxious to come out to see what was going on. He didn't see it well, and retracted his head like a turtle, but as soon as Lin Dong stretched out his hand, his hand went directly through the rattle, went deep into the magic weapon, and directly caught the old man.

"There are so many secrets in the secret realm, thank you very much for leading the way, it's just that this good show has just begun, aren't you going to continue watching?" Lin Dong needless to say, the ghost cultivator boss also knows that he is finished, this ancient mirror is not a sword cultivation at all, nor is it a martial arts cultivation, but a far more powerful and terrifying existence than adults! (To be continued.) )