This loud noise suddenly made Fang Tian Shenhai tremble, the stars in his mind were shining, and the white mist at the edge of his mind was spreading rapidly at an alarming speed, and with the spread of the mist, the area in his mind was also getting wider and wider, and there was already a bit of a boundless momentum. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info that natal immortal qi had completely stopped rotating at this time, condensed into a group, and floated quietly in the air, and the yellow gas outside the brain was no longer fully absorbed by it, and at this time, a part of it had already flowed through the meridians and entered Fang Tian's chaotic dantian. At this time, Fang Tian's dantian was still an undeveloped chaotic land, with a chaotic aura and pitch black. And that trace of mysterious pale yellow gas, at the moment of entering the dantian, seemed to drop a drop of water into the boiling oil pot, and like a group of wolves entering the sheepfold, rampage, tearing the chaos of the dantian into pieces.

The sharp pain coming from the dantian made a trace of blood ooze from the corner of Fang Tian's mouth, Fang Tian snorted, he wanted to stop it, but he couldn't do anything.

At the same time as the loud noise in Fang Tian's mind, in Yin Si, Lord Yama was sitting in the lobby with a majestic face, flipping through the case files. On both sides of the Yin Difference Station below, in the entire lobby, green light flickered, and gray mist floated. Suddenly, there was a monstrous loud noise, which shook the Yin Si building, the dark clouds in the sky rolled, the yin on both sides was crooked, and the pen holder fell down on the table, and the ink splashed everywhere. In the eighteenth layer of hell, the screams and shouts of the ghost prisoners were endless, and the ghost prisoners in the upper six layers of hell were bleeding from their mouths and noses, and they were paralyzed on the ground; The ghost prisoner in the middle six layers of hell, his soul body faded, half of his soul dissipated, and he had already fallen to the ground in a coma at this time; In the lower six layers of hell, there were originally ghost prisoners who held the most sinful crimes, but at this moment, it was empty, and there was no ghost on all the torture instruments that originally bound the ghost prisoners.

In the entire underworld, the ghosts of all regions looked up at the dark clouds in the sky like dragons with frightened faces, not knowing whether this was good or bad. At this moment, Yang Guo and the others were sitting on the edge of a lake to rest, the abnormal changes in the sky failed to attract their attention, around them, there were hundreds of ghosts standing scattered, looking at Yang Guo and a few people with a trembling face, because just two days ago, there were tens of thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts wandering around the lake, but since these twenty or so people came, there were only hundreds of their ghosts still alive, and the rest had turned into soul spirits and were absorbed by these two dozen people.

Looking at the yin cha kneeling under the hall, Lord Yama's face was gloomy, because just a moment ago, he received a report from the yin cha on the sixth floor under the guard, and learned that all the ghost prisoners on the lower six floors were scattered, and the ghost prisoners on the other twelve floors were also injured to varying degrees. Looking down at the dots of ink on the rice paper on the table. Lord Yama was surprisingly not angry, and looked up at the roof, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the roof, and see the churning dark clouds.

The demon world, the sky of the demon world has always been blood-red, but at this time, the blood-red sky suddenly rained blood that was rare in a thousand years. Blood rains fall, corroding anything they come into contact with or demons. Hundreds of millions of demon clans scattered and fled, looking for a place to hide, staring at the sky with a frightened face, not knowing what was wrong?

On the Demon Emperor Mountain, the highest demon clan of the demon clan, the current demon emperor and the three demon clans were standing at the highest point of the demon emperor mountain, their faces solemn, looking up at the blood-colored sky that seemed to be crying. The corrosive rain of blood dripped down on their bodies, but it seemed to have lost its corrosive function, like ordinary raindrops, sliding down the fur and dripping to the ground.

"Emperor, the last time this blood rain appeared, it was five thousand years ago, and according to rumors, it was still the day when Emperor Haotian attained enlightenment. The rain of that day alone caused our clan to lose nearly thirty percent of our people. This rain today? Could it be ........." A fox demon behind it had a solemn face.

"Don't guess, anyway, since that day, our clan has only been governed by Heavenly Court, and there is no dissent, I believe that in the near future, Heavenly Court will definitely give us an explanation. Hu Jiu, wait for this blood rain to stop later, you have to count the casualties, for those elite clansmen, they must be properly treated, as for the rest, death is death, anyway, the most important thing my demon clan lacks is population. The Demon Emperor Shi Cang turned around and glanced at his military advisor.

"My subordinates understood." Hu Jiu hurriedly bowed down and agreed.

"Ah Li, how many of them, don't you have any clues?" Shi Cang asked suddenly, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Not yet, according to statistics, there were people missing in different tribes last time, the number is unknown, after all, some tribes, the population is too much." Fox Jiu's face was bitter.

"Hmm!" Surprisingly, Shi Cang didn't mean to blame Hu Jiu, but just hummed lightly and stopped talking.

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Inside the live broadcast hall of Jinjiang Satellite TV.

Fang Tian saw that everyone was the same, his brows couldn't help but twist slightly, but he didn't say anything, depending on the situation, the pale yellow gas in his mind should be from the audience below, for the time being, there should be no harm to him, as for what it is, he needs to wait for himself to turn around and think about it slowly.

As for the audience in front of the TV, it was not like the scene, in their opinion, the audience at the scene should be stunned by the scene, so they will not move.

After figuring it out, Fang Tian took a step forward and continued to step into the void, if at the beginning, he was performing in order to be famous, then now his state of mind seems to be a little different from his original intention, but he still doesn't know why.

He opened his hands, and then slowly closed them, only to see that as Fang Tian's hands were closed, the petal rain in the sky gradually became smaller, until it completely stopped disappearing.

It seemed that everyone was affected by the petal rain, as the petal rain stopped, everyone gradually recovered, and the sound of screams and cheers gradually began to be heard below, like the tide of the sea, shaking the sky and the earth, staring at Fang Tian in mid-air with a look of adoration.

Huang Lei's three judges have also lost their former composure at this time, and in their eyes at this time, there is only Fang Tian, and there is no competition.

As if in order to test his skill in controlling things, Fang Tian walked, looked at the petals on the ground that did not reach the audience's knees, opened his hands, and lifted them violently from the net. I saw the thick petals on the ground, and suddenly floated up one after another, floating towards the sky, and after reaching a certain height, they disappeared, as if they had entered another dimension.

In the entire live broadcast hall, it seems that there is a rain of petals again, but this time it is not from above, but from bottom to bottom.

All the spectators were once again surrounded by flower petals, and everyone reached out to grab and play in place with excitement.