Bursts of crying came slowly. In the void, the vague vision gradually became clear, and behind the Yuan Demon, there were endless tombs in the haze. Desolation, distantness, the distance of time and space cannot interpret this artistic conception. Could it be that in the endless ancient past, or in the unknown era of the future, one day, a great tomb will bury all souls?

The scene in front of him shocked everyone, this spell is too famous, and in the underground world of the Tianyu Empire, it is fierce and powerful. There are very few people who have seen it, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the housekeeping skill of the hungry wolf thief group.

The wind rises suddenly, with no root or end, and it seems to be around us, or in another distant time and space. A biting chill that rages on body and soul! It is a horror beyond the five senses, imprinted directly in the deep blood.

Qin Feng wore a green shirt and swayed in the wind. The young man held Huangquan upside down, and walked step by step towards the primordial demon that led to the vision. Even he had to sigh secretly, he could break into a great reputation, and sure enough, none of them were simple characters. The Blood Shadow Rakshasa is like this, the White Horse Thieves are like this, and the claws of the hungry wolf in front of them are the same as the Yuan Demon.

The name of "burying all souls" is also a taboo existence in the fairy gate. Unexpectedly, in the Tianyu Empire, there was still a page of fragments in the hands of his enemies. Even Qin Feng had to admit that this treasure technique in front of him was indeed extraordinary, and the sense of oppression he gave him was far higher than that of the Netherworld Rakshasa that day!

Bury! Bury! Bury!

The Yuan Demon has a seal in his hand, with a chill in his mouth, and every time he roars out a funeral word! The face is pale, and the yin wind is even stronger! Facing the young man in front of him who was holding a sword and walking steadily, the Yuan Demon handprint changed, and pointed at Qin Feng vigorously:

Yuan Ling, extinguished!

Rumble!

In the soul of everyone, a storm swept through the ring, and in the rushing black mist, a white banner loomed! Behind the Yuan Demon, in the vision of the big tomb, the sky is full of paper money, fluttering and sprinkling, just like a real thing! The terrifying aura, accompanied by the black mist, rolled forward, turning into a huge mouth to devour the young man in green shirts!

In the Gong family, an old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light was shining. Burying all souls, will the main attack be the soul? What is there in the black mist, even he, an old man buried in the soil to his chest, can't avoid the curiosity in his heart!

Not only him, but also many old monsters, at the same time, a divine sense poked out, stabbing at the black mist, and after an instant, everyone gasped in unison. Immediately cut off the divine sense, and did not dare to take back a wisp.

The thick black fog is all composed of dead air, this kind of thing, breaking people's yang life, corroding the true yuan, the most vicious is not, ordinary people, dodge is not in a hurry, not to mention these old monsters who have little yang life, regard this thing as tantamount to a demon urging life!

The pompous Shaojiang Wannian, with a rare seriousness on his face, touched the girl beside him with his arm and asked:

"Whether it works or not, I don't necessarily be able to handle this thing!"

Xue Yueqing, whose heart was originally pounding, gradually regained her calm after seeing the arc of the corner of the young man's mouth in the ring. Hearing Jiang Wannian's words, he pursed his lips and gently bowed his head. For some reason, she has never lacked confidence in the figure under the green shirt, even if it is her father, she has never given the girl this feeling.

Dead air!

Qin Feng is no stranger to these strange things, Uncle Shi will get some of them back every once in a while. He and Quiwolf had seen too much. People and demons are the same, they are born with the bad roots of being lazy and lazy. The tone of easy talk and negotiation has never been the style of an iron rod. If you still can't remember, then keep eating, eat until you collapse, eat until you go crazy, is the means of the wonderful uncle.

Death, how terrifying, naturally there is no need to say much, a man as strong as Kui Wolf will be scared and tremble, now thinking about it, Qin Feng still feels that in the pain, he and Kui Wolf encounter an iron rod, which must not be said to be a kind of misery.

Rumble!

I couldn't see the trace clearly, the speed of the teenager suddenly increased to the extreme, the years were like a phantom, and the afterimage was pulled into a thin ray of light. The sword qi around Qin Feng was tumbling, and the man and the sword merged, and the sword qi soared into the sky. There is a blue light god fire to protect the heart inside, and there are six true qi blessings on the outside of the yellow spring. Not to mention the death aura of the Yuan Demon, the Burial Vision, it is the Netherworld Blood River, and Qin Feng also has the confidence to break through!

Facing the huge mouth formed by the black mist, Qin Feng raised his palm and shook his arm, and the light of the big acupoints around his body flashed, and during this time, his true qi ran and gathered his palms. The desolate aura of the Six Realms of Hades is all over the ring, mixed with the vitality of ancient plants and trees and the murderous aura of fierce fighting of strong beasts! Hard shake the meta-demon thaumaturgy!

Boom!

Ripples and storms. This is not only a physical confrontation, but also a confrontation of gods and souls. The Yuan Demon gritted its steel teeth, this thaumaturgy, for him, was much more difficult than he imagined. He even had the illusion that once he made a thaumaturgy, he was not controlling the spell, and this spell was controlling himself.

Burst!

Fighting hard against Qin Feng's life and death, the Yuan Demon could no longer suppress the chaotic blood veins in his body, and opened his mouth to spew out a line of blood. Maybe it was unintentional, or maybe it was a coincidence, the white flags in the black mist rolled lightly, sucking the blood line close to the flags. In the black dead qi that was originally confronted with the two qi of life and death, several stacks of bloody paper money turned into a sharp blade, flying out of the mist and stabbing Qin Feng directly.

The young man in green shirt raised his sword eyebrows. The paper money blade in front of him is gray and yellow, and it is indescribably evil. Before he arrived, he scraped Qin Feng's skin with goosebumps!

Wow!

The crowd screamed! For many people, everything in the ring today is full of weirdness. After burying people in the present world, they should have pushed the eight directions, but they didn't think that the palms of the young man in green shirts were killing two gases. Not weak Yuan Demon. When is the Tianyu Empire, the top-level Dao method can be seen everywhere. Until the paper money is sharp, flying out of the black mist. The call is back!

Oh my God!

What the hell is this!

Who has never seen paper money, but the blade of dead air condensation is very different. No matter who knows, this thing must be accompanied by the terror of the waves, and if there is a slight difference, the young man in the green shirt will never be able to get out of the Gong family ring today!

Call!

Qin Feng exhaled a breath of turbidity! The Hungry Wolf Thieves Gang monopolize the head of the Tianyu Dakou, and it is indeed more tricky than the Blood Shadow Rakshasa and the White Horse Thieves! The seemingly ordinary, inconspicuous blade of paper money actually locked itself.

Hide?

Not to mention that you can't dodge, even if you can dodge, Qin Feng doesn't bother to do it!

Bai Ji, Hou Fei, the Yuan brothers, and even Tu Wanli! He won't let go of any of them. These people rely on their own magic and blades in their hands. There were countless killings, great sins, and weeping between the hands. Qin Feng just wanted to fight them one by one, and tell them with the yellow spring in his hand, and also tell all the guys who regard life as ants that they can be at ease if they don't mess with the world, and they don't have to pay off their blood debts! Whoever kills, people will always kill him!

In this world, there are still kilometers!

Even if it wasn't before, then now, the yellow spring in the young man's hand is!