There were so many of these auras that when the Nine Directions Ghost Burial was brought back, such a huge and massive existence actually caused the dissociating aura between heaven and earth to stir up at the same time, and in just a few breaths, a huge spiritual storm surged over the Haotian Palace!

The spiritual storm drove the aura farther away from the surroundings, and for a while, the sky above the entire Jiufang Family was like a dark cloud surging and the wind was howling, as if a huge hand was about to crush the entire Jiufang Family!

The momentum of the spiritual storm is the momentum of the Nine Directions Funeral, this earth-destroying level suppression makes all living beings as quiet as cicadas, even the two Immortal Emperors in the Council Hall, Jiufang Yi and Jiufang Qing, must also run the exercises to resist such momentum and coercion!

This is not the strength of the Immortal Emperor, this is countless times more powerful than the Immortal Emperor......! Isn't that the monster......

Jiufang Qing seemed to sit there upright, making it seem that he was not suppressed too much by this momentum, but the heat like a trace of white mist had begun to emerge from his bun, indicating that he was not in a good state at all.

He was frantic in his heart, and at the same time squinted his eyes at his own ancestor Jiufang Yi who was sitting next to him, this Immortal Emperor Eightfold Supreme Strength who had been in retreat for many years, and wanted to judge his guess from his situation.

Of course, Jiufang Yi was in a better state than Jiufang Qing, but the constantly trembling corners of his clothes still revealed that he was also helpless against such a spiritual storm.

The shock in his heart was even more intense than Jiufang Qing! He knew his own strength, and if he could force him to this state, he believed that even the Immortal Emperor would not be able to do it! But if that person was not the Immortal Emperor Tenfold, he would have already surpassed the Immortal Emperor Tenfold, and then he would be ......

The spirit storm does not go away for a long time, but there is a state of gathering more and more. Even the two Immortal Emperors have become like this, and the other Jiufang people below the Yuan Infant are naturally even more miserable, especially those who were the first to break into the courtyard of the forbidden land, including Wu Dong, who were simply pressed to the ground like a turtle by the coercion of the substance and couldn't move!

They really regret it now, and the greed that wants to make meritorious service and get a reward to show their faces in front of the ancestor and the patriarch is in stark contrast to the scene where their lives are about to be saved!

Many people vomited blood in their mouths and tears in their eyes, and they no longer dared to feel that in the high Haotian Palace, the person standing like a pine and cypress was just a credit for the great loss of strength and could be easily surrendered.

When all the black light disappeared into the body of the Nine Directions, the entire Nine Directions Family slowly regained some vitality. It's just that at this time, even the sky has been brightened, and the Haotian Temple has recovered from its original black to a gray and dusty true color that has not absorbed a trace of dark spirit root aura.

But the brightness of the sky did not mean that the sun was coming, and at this moment, the sky overhead was shrouded in dense dark clouds, as if the spirit storm had not yet dispersed.

Without coercion, Jiu Fang Yi and Jiu Fang Qing hurriedly got up from the chairs they were sitting on and rushed to the outside of the council hall, seeing their movements, they should also want to go towards the forbidden land, but the dense black clouds in the sky, which were rarely seen, interrupted the action again, and only stood outside the council hall and looked up at the sky, as if these dark clouds were extremely beautiful, no matter how you look at them, you can't see enough.

Others don't know what these dark clouds are, but the Nine Directions Burial in the Haotian Temple knows. He reopened the eyes that had been closed just now because he needed to use his luck to regain his aura, and raised his head to look up at the sky through the bare roof.

Looking at it, he finally frowned, walked to the coffee table, and walked out of this cage that belonged to him with his bulging baggage.

He couldn't put on the new clothes that the little girl had prepared for him yet, because he still had something to do, and he was afraid that he would get dirty if he changed them now.

His tall figure stepped out of the stone threshold where Hua Lingyuan often sat at that level, and the moment he stepped on one foot, the huge coercion that originally only existed in the Haotian Temple followed him to the outside of the hall.

Those Jiufang people who were lying on the ground finally survived the spirit storm alive, and just staggered to their feet, they had to face the fear of the "monster" cleaning up by themselves.

When Jiufang Yu Yu stepped on the next step, two steps, and walked down those steps calmly and as if gods and demons had descended, these Jiufang people were really going crazy!

They had never seen such a powerful existence, so powerful that the coercion seemed to emanate naturally. Although it is not as cruel as during the spirit storm, this kind of coercion makes them unconsciously want to surrender, and they can't afford to resist at all, because they subconsciously know that even if they resist, this strong man only needs to hook his fingers to kill them!

He didn't even look at these former clansmen, he only took a burden and walked in the direction he wanted to go step by step, and occasionally he would roll his eyes a little when he passed by the place with the traces of Hua Lingyuan, to see what the things she had been tinkering with in this courtyard all day long.

It's just that as he walked past the clansmen who were shaking like little sparrows, a powerful aura exploded from his body, hitting the standing creatures all over the field.

Those Jiufang people didn't even have a chance to escape, they were wrapped in these black aura, and instantly lost their vitality and lay on the ground, completely turning into a corpse without external injuries. In the end, only Wu Dong, who was hiding in it, stood in the entire courtyard.

Wu Dong couldn't have imagined that the forbidden land he had managed for so long, and the monster that finally broke free from the confinement would come to him step by step at this time.

Of course, he didn't think that people were thanking him, he knew best what he had been doing. Looking at that god-like face, he was shocked to realize that it was such a character that he had instigated foreign disciples to deal with. For a long time, he had heard from foreign disciples that the description of the appearance of "monsters" was always contemptuous, and "without a trace of good skin" was the most commonly used standard.

In his mind, there were countless scenes and words that had taught foreign disciples, and the purpose of each sentence was to kill this person, and he would always be against himself, let alone kill, even if he lowered his head, it was impossible.

He thought about it, and then thought of what Hua Lingyuan of the Xuanqing Sect had done in the past two months, and somehow, when he thought of her, he couldn't stop anymore, just a few times they met, but he didn't forget every detail.

He now understood that Hua Lingyuan should have escaped, she disdained to be in the company of such a despicable crowd as the Jiufang family, I was afraid that she had planned it properly and escaped neatly!

In fact, I envy this person a little, even if he has a conscience and wants to do this, but in order to survive here, he has to do his best to use those means, so the final result is like this.

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