The ninja law seal condensed, the original desolate, tragic, ancient riverbed sky, the autumn sun suddenly darkened, and a cold and cold terrifying coercion suddenly emanated from the void.

Then, a huge, pitch-black, and intimidating Mori Leng palm appeared from the void.

As soon as it appeared, the space around it even showed signs of violent shattering.

Before the ancient bronze carving, some of the monks who were originally standing around it couldn't help but be shocked, and almost instantly ran towards the distance in fear, but they were walking with difficulty, even the monks in the foundation building period had blood flowing from their mouths.

Just the powerful coercion at the edge was enough to injure ordinary monks.

Even, a monk who was running slowly and was a little closer to the handprint, under the unbearable endurance, directly broke out the cultivation of the seal, wanting to use the powerful spiritual power in his body to resist this terrifying coercion.

However, in the face of this coercion, the aura on his body was directly squeezed to pieces.

On the palm of his hand, a drop of pitch-black liquid dripped from the body of the explosive spiritual qi cultivator, and he, who practiced the ninth layer of qi, turned into a puddle of black water directly after being contaminated with this drop.

Even a scream was not even in time.

The monks who fled in all directions were all shocked!

Is this an attack of power?

Among the people who fled, there was a big man in the foundation building period, and when he saw this, his eyes showed a touch of horror, and he said: "The powerful means of Jindan were originally so terrifying. ”

The people who scattered around and fled were only under a trace of marginal coercion, and Ye Luo, who was in the center of the attack, was under a hundred times more coercion than them.

Moreover, the pitch-black terror in the air, Sen Leng, and the huge palm had already slapped down towards him!

In the depths of the River Styx, a mysterious woman wearing a white light veil and wearing the ancient costumes of the island country seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned her head, her face showed a touch of shock, and said: "Forbidden hand, who is it that can force Miyamoto-kun to pour out the forbidden ninja seal." ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the mysterious woman flashed away, and she hurried towards the direction of the ancient bronze carving.

The donkey and the five people chasing after him also seemed to sense something, and they looked into the sky from a distance almost at the same time, and the huge, pitch-black, terrifying palm slapped down on the ground.

The donkey's face couldn't help but change, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said, "Wangwang!" Damn, the emperor forgot to tell that kid that the monk of the Great Power Realm, even if his vitality is cut off, he can still perform a terrifying blow, this ...... That thing won't be slapped to death by this slap, right? Hey, I'm ......."

"Die!"

The big black and terrifying hand finally slapped off with one palm!

"Boom—"

Ye Luo's figure was completely smashed by that palm.

The riverbed smashed by the pitch-black palm, and the riverbed shrouded in the palm was smashed and sunk for thousands of meters.

A bottomless pit in the shape of a handprint appeared on the desolate riverbed, and around the handprint, there was still exuding a fierce murderous intent, and the cold and terrifying law fluctuations.

Jin Danqi's full force blow shocked everyone.

Originally, many of the monks who were watching in front of the ancient bronze carving had already run away at this time, but after the palm of their hand fell, some of the monks were injured again in the shock wave in the distance.

Quiescence!

The desolate riverbed around the ancient bronze carvings was as silent as death.

"All dead?" Some monks wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and their hearts were innocent.

The mysterious Jindan period power of the island country has been silent, and it was pierced into the heart by the tip of the ancient sword of Zhuxian, and the mysterious and nameless killing power and law contained in the tip of the sword, even if he is powerful, he can't bear it at all, and his vitality has been completely cut off after the final blow.

A layer of weird white hair is also growing rapidly on his body.

In the blink of an eye, it has turned into a snow-white humanoid statue.

"That person was directly photographed into ashes, right?" Someone rubbed their eyes.

However, at this time, among the crowd, the only big man in the foundation building period also wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around, and left quickly. After all, in the case of self-sealing spiritual power, his body was only a little stronger than that of ordinary monks.

When a monk saw the figure in the foundation building period leave directly, he suddenly thought of something, and he also left quickly.

"Hey, why are you leaving?" A young casual cultivator spoke.

"The terrifying impact of the death of a great power in the Jindan period is not something that we little people can bear at all, such a big movement, once the forces behind him come, it is very likely that we, the little people, will be taken away for questioning, and even, the pond fish will be affected."

"Could it be so?"

"The weak, in front of the terrifying forces, the Holy Land, life is cheaper than paper, leave quickly, the cultivation world is far more cruel than you think."

There are very few people who are really stupid, and there are no big people who were originally watching in front of the ancient bronze carving, but now, after trying to understand the relationship, the people around them, almost in the blink of an eye, scattered.

No one wants to be touched by the cause and effect of a powerful death.

The riverbed is ancient, desolate, long, dry and cracked, and in the blink of an eye, there is no longer a figure in front of the lonely barren bronze carving.

Long.

The people dispersed, but a figure, but from the edge of the ancient bronze carving, slowly walked out, the owner of this figure, it was Ye Luo, his face was pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Luo is not dead!

At the moment when the terrifying palm fell, Ye Luo felt the crisis of life and death, and at the most dangerous moment, Ye Luo condensed the magic seal of the shadow clone.

Ye Luo didn't have any aura on his body, and he used his shadow clone to use blood and qi completely.

Ye Luo's body did not lack terrifying and ominous changes.

However, under the terrifying coercion, even if he was not hit by the pitch-black palm, the terrifying coercion also caused Ye Luo to suffer a lot of injuries, Ye Luo gasped, glanced coldly at the powerful body of the island ninja, and said in a low voice: "It's just interest." ”

The mysterious beads on Ye Luo's neck vibrated more and more violently on the edge of the bronze carving, constantly sending the urge to touch the bronze engraving in Ye Luo's mind.

Ye Luo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced around, and saw that it was empty, and his hand touched the ancient bronze carving.

"Buzz!"

Almost at the moment when Ye Luo's hand touched the ancient bronze carving, the vibration of the beads stopped abruptly, and among the beads, a mysterious law of turquoise crispness directly followed Ye Luo's body and rushed into the ancient bronze carving frantically.

Originally standing lonely on the riverbed, I don't know how many years of desolate bronze carvings, suddenly trembled, and then, a chaotic, pitch-black, mysterious image, suddenly appeared in the air.

In the image, the Nine Dragons pull the coffin, the red embroidered shoes, a deserted tower, a grimace that seems to cry but not cry, seems to be smiling but not smiling, and a back that exudes a strong atmosphere of lost antiquity, all appear!