"The great light sends down the mark of the devil!"

Suddenly, his face turned white, his blood spurted into the air, and his hands spurted pure soul power. Suddenly, a mysterious and unusual rune formed.

Lin Asu's face was loose, and the magical imprint of this great light was the most important link in this matrix. In his current state of cultivation, it would be extremely difficult to stabilize him. He can only be shaped according to his own essence and blood.

It was this mouthful of blood that greatly damaged his energy and fighting spirit!

But what does this loss mean for him compared to the flying fork?

Lin Asu's eyes suddenly opened, his hands and soul gathered together, manipulating the magic mark of the bright light, and quickly flew towards the lower magic soldiers in the array.

He silently recited the exorcism scriptures of the Tibetan temple, and it took him half an hour to open his mouth and spit out another mouthful of blood. "!rong"

Seeing that large and bright falling magic mark instantly turned into a next-level magic warrior, at that moment, the next-level magic warrior emitted thousands of rays of light, echoing with the surrounding beast crystals.

After the battle, heaven and earth began to gather, forming a thick layer of vitality, firmly trapping the entire hall.

At the same time, Luo Xinyun, who was the first to enter the hall, looked at a black coffin.

Buzz!

The intense light intertwined with the flickering runes on the coffin lid, which Luo Xinyun had never expected. Luo Xinyun's powerful hand did not lift the lid of the coffin, but was disintegrated by the force that emerged from the lid of the coffin.

The furious atmosphere in the hall dissipated. Wu Shijie, who had just burst into the hall, was shocked and waved for the evacuation scene.

When Luo Xinyun saw Wu Shijie, his face suddenly darkened: "Isn't Angkor a monolith trying to find trouble with Luo?"

His heart was extremely restrained, and in front of the Seven Great Halls, Yan Mingyuan took the lead and took away the treasure. I thought that the Eight Great Halls would have a bumper harvest, but who knew that Wu Shijie would take the lead.

It's hard to grab the first chance in the Ninth Hall now, but I don't want this damn coffin, he can't open it even if he's already in the state of a Master of Hair.

Luo Xinyun's face was gloomy. In his hands, ten tigers reappeared. The martial arts aura that has reached the realm of a master has been released with all its might, showing a tireless posture.

Fuwu double cultivation!

There is no doubt that Luo Xingyun has the ability to become the first evil elder of the Yuan Dynasty. Although Wu Shijie's strength is similar to Wu Shijie, once he really works hard, Wu Shuangxiu will gradually gain the upper hand.

Wu Shijie knew that Luo Xinyun had failed repeatedly, but he was afraid that he was already angry.

However, judging by the law of revelation on this day, the hall is more precious, and without a doubt, the most precious treasure of revelation is in this ninth hall.

In the hall on the ninth floor, there was nothing but this coffin. It is clear that the legacy of the master of this heavenly revelation is hidden in the coffin.

Wu Shijie is the elder of Lingxiaomen, and his knowledge and experience are no worse than Luo Xinyun. The results were immediately analysed.

His eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at Luo Xinyun coldly, and muttered, "Brother Luo's words are not good enough, this place where the Apocalypse is hidden in my spiritual gate, the treasure belongs to my spiritual gate."

It's the same old tune again!

Luo Xinyun's eyelids blinked, and he made up his mind, since Wu Shijie wants to fight for his treasure, he will fight for your life and death first!

Wu Shijie didn't look back yet, so he said with a smile: "If Senior Brother Luo comes all the way and returns empty-handed, won't I have hospiness in Lingxiaomen" Now, only the secret of inheriting martial arts has not been discovered. You and I have been trying to find it. After that, Wu took the initiative to promise you to copy and take a copy of the inheritance. Did Brother Luo think this was possible?

Luo Xinyun originally planned to set off 3. He was horrified when he heard this. His face was changeable, obviously considering Wu Shijie's suggestion.

Wu Shijie is not in a hurry. He was sure that Luo Xingyun would agree to his terms.

The first devil belt of the Yuan Dynasty was slightly better than that of Lingxiaomen. It can be said that Wandao Canglang Mountain is located in the territory of Lingxiaomen, even if Luo Xingyun can inherit Wudao independently, as long as Wu Shijie does not nod, it is just a fool's dream for him to want to leave the wilderness in the north.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Luo Xingyun is interested in the inheritance of this martial art, the only way out is to cooperate with him.

Wu Shijie never believed that Luo Xinyun would not be interested. While the level of Bladeless' lineage may not be too high, its status at its level cannot be completely ignored.

Otherwise, why go all the way to the murky water?

In fact, without the support of any force behind him, how could he become a clan elder, especially an elder of the Nine Heavens Gate? Even if there was no power behind him, who would have no relatives and friends?

Obviously, it is impossible to give away the skills of the royal family, so the swordless heritage of the non-royal family is precious.

Especially for those who are proficient in the blessing path and do not have many non-Taoist inheritances, even the sect elder Wu Shijie also attaches great importance to this inheritance.

Of course, he is not weak and noble now, but who can guarantee that his descendants have the potential to play by the rules?

Either way, it's always right to leave a way back.

So Wu Shijie put forward such a suggestion. In short, if two people are together, they gain two benefits and lose two points. He believed that Luo Xinyun could see it.

Sure enough, after drinking a cup of tea, Luo Xinyun decided: "Since Brother Ang said so, Luo will believe you once, if you dare not abide by the agreement, Luo and you will never die"

Wu Shijie laughed Luo Xinyun's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Angkor has decided to cooperate, please cooperate together!"

Wu Shijie was already ready, he didn't speak when he heard it, he just wiped his arm, and a rune appeared in front of him: "Ice Cloud and Vine Shadow!"

Seventh-Order Symbolization, Ice Clouds and Vine Shadows!

As soon as the abdomen appeared, countless white vines grew around the coffin. The vines are surrounded by cold air, and the air is made entirely of icy ice!

The temperature in the hall dropped dramatically. Luo Xinyun was not surprised, but smiled.

Countless vines wrapped around the coffin cover, working with the powerful tigers under Luo Xinyun's men.

The shiny coffin lid and flowing runes were not enough to counteract the combined efforts of the two powerhouses, who surpassed their innate existence.

Crisis!

There was a piercing grinding sound in the seam of the coffin, and then the light on the coffin lid gradually faded away, which was pushed by the power of two people.

They shook their bodies at the same time, and immediately walked over to the coffin and looked inside with joy.

Inside the coffin lay a beautiful girl, whose beauty is beyond words.

The girl was wearing silver armor and a very short skirt, which was as white as jade and slender and slender, and it was suffocatingly beautiful!

"This is"

At the same time, they were stunned. The scene in front of them was completely unexpected. There was a girl lying in the coffin, who did not inherit any martial arts!

Luo Xinyun and Wu Shijie looked at each other. The situation in the ninth hall is really confusing. What's going on?

In the Seven Great Halls, Duanmu Yuan and Feng Tianyi swallowed a few medium-sized Bao Dan, which made the injury improve slightly.

It was extremely vicious for Lin Asu to abandon a French junior soldier. Rao is the leader of these two families. He had extraordinary cultivation and wealth, but he was still on the verge of death.

Fissure!

The continuous cracking sound sounded, Duan Muyuan's two fists clenched empty, and his body immediately squeezed out the thin needles that had pierced Niu Mang's body.

(End of chapter)