The black mist on the hand of the dead man holding Changge was the first to slowly fade, revealing a bloody human hand, and the flesh and skin on the wrist were even less pitiful, and some white bones could be seen. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Roar!"

The dead man let out a roar of deep pain as if he had been skinned and bone-sliced, and one of his arms that had broken out of the black mist shook violently, screaming as he shook, and the sound sounded full of anger and blood, or rather, it was not like a human could emit, but rather a beast's breath.

Just now, many younger monks couldn't help but be a little unsettled when they saw the scene of the dead man and the beast molting, and forcibly suppressed the feeling of surging up in their abdomen, but now they heard this bloody roar like a beast, and many people couldn't suppress it anymore, and they began to vomit, and a few women were so frightened that they lost their faces and even fainted.

Everyone was in a panic, and the remaining monks were now almost half of what they were at the beginning, and these were either the older generation with monstrous powers, or the powerful people with heavy treasures, either they were strong enough, or they had life-saving treasures in their hands.

"How did the Heaven Killer become what he is now?"

A few young monks watching from a distance, some couldn't help but be curious, just like the old-timers around them asked.

These old monsters had no intention of paying attention to the curiosity of the juniors around them, and their eyes had been glued to the imprisoned dead soldiers in the void, but their faces became extremely embarrassed as they gradually revealed.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with his old man?"

An heir from an ancient force, this time he followed his grandfather out to experience, and when he saw that his grandfather had a heavy face on weekdays, he immediately asked the kind old housekeeper beside him.

"Seventh Young Master, don't ask!"

The old housekeeper leaned over his body, his silver-white hair was tied behind him in a neat manner, and he glanced at the Seventh Young Master, who he had grown up watching, and said lightly.

"But ......"

The Seventh Young Master of the ancient power knew his priorities, so he didn't ask anymore and obediently stood behind the Great Grandfather.

"Huh? Why do you have a skull, isn't this a monster! ”

The black mist in the void that imprisoned the dead faded to the most critical head, and a monk who had cultivated into the eyes of heaven saw through the much fainter black mist, a bloody head pierced by a sharp blade, a white flame that was uncertain and a dry pool of water in the forehead, the white flame was like a great sun, scorching the almost dry pool.

"Is this flame destroying the knowledge of the dead?"

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the shock in his heart, and he didn't believe that he had seen this strange picture, and exclaimed loudly.

"Nether Fire!"

There is an old monster who naturally sees the abyss, and sees the bean-sized white flame that burns like a candle, and it seems to be in the wind, swaying weakly, but it exudes a force that grabs people's hearts, and its expression is as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

Old Sage Cao naturally also saw the origin of this bean white flame, his eyes changed from the previous cloudiness, and two golden rays of light rose from his eyes, and he went straight to the forehead of the dead man, as if he wanted to compete with the white flame.

"Whew!"

The golden brilliance turned into a saint flame and easily entered the consciousness of the dead, but just as he was about to get close to the white flame, the golden saint flame seemed to become timid, and he did not dare to patrol the inner treasure, as if facing a king in the fire, and finally slowly melted into the white flame.

Cao Lao's body was shocked, and a secret wound came out of the Tibetan Consciousness, his Sage Yan is a saint's unique Dao fire, and it is a spirit and spirit generated by the monk's recognition of the Great Dao, and after refining the Dao fire, it can burn all the bodies and impurities, and a series of self-problems such as the perfect Dao Fruit can also be used as a means of divine consciousness attack.

This time, he wanted to understand the reason why the dead man was immortal, so he sacrificed the saint Yan to explore the knowledge of the dead man, but at this moment, he was swallowed up by the ghost fire, cutting off the connection between the saint Yan and himself, and he was slightly injured.

"Forbidden Heaven by Divine Decree!"

There was no time to take care of the slight Dao Chuang, Cao Lao Sage sealed his hands in the air and sacrificed a golden talisman, and quickly bit his fingers, dripping out three drops of golden blood, his two fingers were like real brushstrokes, engraved with the runes of the scroll, the dragon and the phoenix, the writing was done, the pen stopped and the fingers were closed, and a great avenue of coercion spread out from the scroll, and the breath of the rules of heaven and earth suddenly diffused!

These three drops of golden blood contain the will of the Great Dao, which represents the rules between heaven and earth, and writing this scroll is like carving the hand of the Great Dao, which means that it is necessary to eliminate the demon for the heavens!

The golden scroll was sacrificed by the old sage Cao, and it was quickly enlarged in the void, and the runes engraved on it seemed to be given life for a while, transforming into birds, beasts, insects, fish, mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, and finally formed a real world, and the will of the Great Dao was under heavy pressure!

The white flame in the Dead Hidden Possession seemed to sense the danger, and came out of the Hidden Treasure, spewing out a white flame and rushing away, and the rest turned into a streamer of light to escape.

"Zila!"

After the Netherworld Ghost Fire touched the void, it made a strange sound of water and fire, and the entire void was burned through by the small Netherworld Ghost Fire that fell apart, and the sky and the earth were all white, like a human face that had not been exposed to sunlight for many years, looking down on everyone under this void!

"This Netherworld Ghost Fire has developed its own consciousness, and it has really become difficult to deal with!"

One of the Supreme Elders of the Divine Flame Cave muttered to himself as he looked at the Netherworld Ghost Fire that had conjured up a human face in the void.

"Taiyin Golden Water!"

Old Sage Cao stained his fingers with holy blood, and carved a complex and mysterious rune in the air, and a small stream that originally flowed horizontally in the small world that imprisoned the Netherworld Ghost Fire suddenly shot out from it, just like a thunderbolt flashed, and the lightning and flint pierced through the Netherworld Ghost Fire Divine Consciousness, that is, the ghost fire that had fled before.

"Zili ......"

The ghost fire let out a terrible scream, like a knife cutting across a steel plate, sharp and piercing, breathtaking, like the sound of a terrible ghost coming from under the legendary Nine Shadows.

"Old ghost, you have ruined my lord's great affairs, this place is about to become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a barren land where no grass grows, and when the time comes, ......"

The ghost fire divine consciousness flickered, and the light of the bean size would be extinguished at any time, and watching from a distance was like the light emitted by fireflies.

"Poof!"

Before he finished speaking, Douda's divine consciousness suddenly burst, and a beam of black avenue rules lightning ghosts flew out from the depths of the ancient battle path, and suddenly penetrated, and the divine consciousness was wiped out in an instant, and it was too late to make a sound.

However, after the black lightning annihilated the ghost fire divine consciousness, everyone didn't have time to figure out what was happening, and the lightning went straight to the decree scroll that Cao Lao Sage hung in the palm of his hand, and the real purpose was this scroll of will!

"Dare!"

Cao Lao Sage reprimanded angrily, the palm of the palm suddenly shining with golden light, the decree scroll sacrifice turned into a golden stone tablet of more than one foot, on which there was a colorful brilliance, each group of light was engraved with three or three two ancient words, the ancient words are like swords and swords, sonorous and shocking, as if each of these ancient words is a sword halberd, Cao Lao Sage is equivalent to holding thousands of divine soldiers to bully and meet up!

"Bang ......"

The black lightning struck the golden stele, and the black arc suddenly exploded, dispersing into small and subtle arcs, running in all directions, the void was pierced through countless black holes, and even the blood-colored tombstones outside the small world were pierced, and bursts of black smoke were emitted.

"What world? I'll just sleep and strike me with thunder? ”

"And what is this?"

On the side of the Blood Tomb, at a pile of slightly raised mounds, a lazy and angry questioning sound, accompanied by the coffin being pushed open from the inside, a figure full of pitch-black corpse gas paced out of the void, and there seemed to be a long thing in his hand, reflecting a long shadow, which was very weird.

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