The Funeral Ghost Wind erupted from the pores, and he watched the Funeral Ghost Wind chase the same dark power like a puppy chasing a hairball, there was a longing, a kind of eagerness, a desire to devour this power, but it seemed that he was afraid of something, and he didn't dare to really act. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This kind of scene is inevitably a little funny, because the funeral ghost wind has been a ferocious posture since he can remember, all the dangers are destroyed, all the beneficial things are devoured, how can he be as confused as today.

"What is this?" Rahu spread out and lay on the grass, the two of them had just rushed out of a canyon, and finally found a place that had not been affected by blood and war, and wanted to take a good rest, the nearest battlefield was eighty miles in front of them, although it was not far, it could be reached in an instant; if it was very close, no one could get out of the battle circle eighty miles away. So this is a rare place to rest, and even more so it is a small hill, and it is easy to look out at the battle in the distance, which is perfect for them.

Gently flicking the wisps of black mist in front of him with his hand, he said with some uncertainty: "This thing, isn't it what Daddy said, dead air?" and then he denied it, if it was dead air, the Netherworld Order hanging around his neck would never allow the dead air to flow outside, and the Netherworld Order itself had the effect of gathering the Yin Death Qi!

Sitting next to Rahu, rubbing his eyebrows tiredly without regret, it was so sad, he didn't sleep for a whole day, when he opened his eyes, his flesh and blood were flying, and when he closed his eyes, the screams lingered in his ears, no matter who he was, he would collapse, right?

"When was the last time you took a bath?" Rahu suddenly remembered such a question, and scratched his head unnaturally.

Unrepentant's body stiffened, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face: "I washed it once in the ninth layer of the Demon Domain, once in the sixth layer of the Flying Kite Waterfall, and in the ...... The closest one is the Azure Lake, right?"

"Big brother, do you know that we are bathing in Azure Lake...... It was seven days ago, we haven't taken a bath for seven days!" Rahu was a little devastated, although the monk's body has the ability to clean itself, most of the time their bodies do not need to be cleaned, and they will not produce dirt and odor, but Rahu inexplicably has some feline habits, and felines all hate dirty things!

How does this Rahu look like a cat that is difficult to serve, he rolled his eyes without regret, and his face suddenly steamed with heat, and the blood stains that condensed on his face were suddenly cracked, turned into blood clots, and peeled off, and his unrepentant face became white and pure again.

"Huh?" Wu Wu, who was about to talk a few more words, suddenly got up with Rahu, looked up at the sky solemnly, and the direction in which all the black fog moved and converged, and the moment he raised his head, he was shocked, and his pupils instantly changed color.

In the nearest battlefield in front of them, it seemed that the number of people involved was not much, but when the two stared at the past, they found that the three war groups that were mixed together by the two sides were inexplicably mixed together in the dark battle, and they merged into one battlefield from the three battlefields, which was a war between the three Xuanwu Dragon Guards and the Qingzhou Army of one-tenth of the demon domain of this layer, and the monks of the two sides of the Spiritual Transformation Realm had suffered more than 20,000 casualties on this battlefield, and the largest sea of blood and corpses stood tall, casting with the lives of eight thousand heart cultivators.

The crazy thick death qi rushed into the sky, converging into fifty or sixty skulls facing different directions and issuing a curse of desperate and unwilling resentment, and a purple-black pillar of death qi went straight into the clouds, pulling the overflowing death qi and desperate power of the nearby three-layer battlefield dead, that is, the black mist that attracted the ghost wind of the burial spirit, rolling towards this purple-black pillar of death qi.

"Daddy said, the so-called fear of slaughter is a combination of all the negative factors and resentment, death, yin qi and curse power between heaven and earth before the monk dies, if you want to obtain the power of these countless monks' lives in exchange, the price you have to pay is to bear the terrifying curse power of the fear of slaughter alone, and bear the backlash of the avenue of heaven and earth......! It's about to take shape!" Luo Hu looked at the giant battlefield of 200,000 people in front of him dumbfounded, and had a feeling of madness, the fear of slaughter was formed in the sea of corpse mountains and blood, and it would not actively dissipate, it would continue to grow, keep absorbing the cultivation essence of the dead monks and the curse of resentment, and turn itself into a mutant creature with the possibility of evolution, a spiritual creature that really has life, and it is also the cursed spirit that Kyushu usually says.

Without regret, he took two steps forward, his paws numb, looking at the heavenly death qi, the ghost order on his chest floated on its own, and the ghost light that hung on his neck began to absorb the yin death qi gathered by the fear of slaughter. The Nether Order is a status symbol, and at the same time, it is also a gate connecting the two worlds of yin and yang, which can absorb the dead qi of the yang world beyond its limit, and it cannot be eliminated in a short period of time and may endanger the Kyushu yang world.

"My goodness, old man, what the hell do you want me to absorb!" he looked at the huge slaughter fear, his anger was thick like a fog that could not be dispersed, and he felt that he was struggling to breathe and walk when he looked at these things. Moreover, this is still in the formative stage of the Fear of Slaughter, and the monks who died in battle were absorbed by the sea of blood of the corpse mountain as a deformed evil sacrifice, and became the nourishment for the growth of the Fear of Slaughter.

"Thousand, soul, sacrifice! This thing is about to take shape, if you don't hurry over, the cursed spirit will appear, and when you want to absorb the fear of slaughter, you will have to face the cursed spirit who doesn't know how difficult it is, we don't have the experience of facing this damn spirit, in case you are hurt by this kind of thing, I don't know how to save you!" The terrifying sound of the Thousand Souls Sacrifice of blood as a sacrifice was shocking, but he still retained a trace of his composure, remembering some of the information that the Immortal Lord had told him about the Fear of Slaughter.

The blood sea corpse mountain of the entire eight thousand monks, the blood is condensed with endless resentment and their lifelong cultivation, and after death, they cannot return to heaven and earth, hovering over the battlefield and cursing this war, cursing the Yuan Emperor and the Qingzhou King, and cursing the ruthless Heavenly Dao.

"Your eyes, what's the matter?" Luo Hu was stunned, suddenly reacted, and looked at the scarlet pupils that he did not regret, a little surprised, his pupil color was the most common brown in Kyushu, but at this moment, when the Thousand Souls Sacrifice rose to the sky, there was actually blood light coming out, looking like a bloodthirsty beast.

He shook his head, he only felt that his eyes were hot, and the blood in his body was a little impulsive, but he didn't know what was wrong with his pupils.

"Then don't hesitate any longer, let's go, occupy this battlefield, I need an undisturbed environment to devour the power of the Fear of Slaughter. The unrepentant body was surrounded by the ghost wind again, and he rushed to the battlefield without looking back, the corners of Luo Hu's mouth twitched, he didn't want to kill anymore, no matter how cold-blooded, no matter how indifferent he was to human life, even the killing like chopping melons and vegetables made Luo Hu have some precious axes that he couldn't hold himself, this is not a good sign, a qualified warrior will never give up his weapon...... Unless he is exhausted, unless he is physically and mentally exhausted.

One purple and one black two streamers were put into the battlefield, and a powerful spiritual power fluctuation immediately broke out, and the Xuanwu Dragon Guard looked at the two young people in amazement, like two fierce tigers rushing into the young people in the Qingzhou army, I don't know what the situation is. But it is certain that he who kills for himself is definitely not the enemy.

"Two little brothers, where are you from, and why are you helping us?" a middle-aged man yelled at the top of his voice, and after kicking the enemy in front of him hard, he turned his head, and he couldn't help but keep his voice out loud, shouting that the chaos of the earth would not be heart-rending howl, and the others would not notice him at all, or would not care at all.

Don't regret smashing it, smashing your mouth, thinking about your vocabulary for a while, and then rolling up your sleeves, it's better not to say anything at this time, the blue basalt tattoo on his left arm says it all.

"Eh, is this, why is the current commander getting younger and younger?" The big man was taken aback, but he immediately reacted, and he was busy blocking the spiritual power of the shot, and asked respectfully, "Lord Deputy Commander, is there anything that my subordinates can do for you?"

Raising his finger and pointing at the center of the battlefield unscrupulously absorbing all the negative forces of the battlefield, the sea of corpses and blood spraying endless dead air, he did not regret and shouted loudly: "This place, to form the fear of slaughter, I need to go to the corpse mountain and blood sea over there, we must take this battlefield!"

The big man whistled, all the Xuanwu Dragon Guardian Guardian monks shouted in unison, and suddenly began to move, and a cloud of turquoise light rose above everyone's heads, just like when Yang Xiao urged the Xuanwu Town Heavenly Yan, a huge formation base rose in mid-air, and the big man tore the clothes on his body and jumped onto the formation base.

"Frozen Aurora!" He roared, and a crystal blue light erupted from the seven orifices, sweeping in all directions like a fort, this frozen aurora swept to everyone, Qingzhou monks and demon beasts immediately turned into ice sculptures, and the Xuanwu Dragon Guard was body at the right time A layer of blue rose on his body, sliding the frozen aurora cleverly from his body, and in an instant, one-third of the monks in the Qingzhou army directly turned into ice sculptures.

After doing all this, the big man fell from the base of the formation exhausted, and was temporarily supported by two monks and retreated from the battlefield.

"Lord Vice-Commander, you don't have to worry about the rest, just do what you have to do!" the big man roared at the end, and then fainted cleanly.

Unrepentantly looked at the big man who blatantly used his body as a carrier to condense the spiritual power of tens of thousands of people, launched the Frozen Aurora and finally fainted, and was a little surprised: "Who can tell me who he is?"

"Former Xuanwu Dragon Guard Commander, Liu Hao!" Suddenly an answer came from other places, and he nodded without regret, his feelings were that of a commander, a violent man, and an iron-blooded commander! Turning his head, he said hello without regret, and the two of them set off a hurricane and rushed directly to the center of the battlefield, the increasingly terrifying mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

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