Minger, who was in a hurry to get out, didn't pay attention to Zhang Chunxu, who began to doubt his life behind him, and the Canglang Movement was running rapidly, and his speed quickly rushed into the abyss in the direction of the Candle Dragon Palace.

On the way forward, Ming Er could sense the breath of many people above his head, and he had been entangled in the ice crack for a long time, calculating the time, the demonic qi at the entrance should have all been precipitated, so this time the disciples of the major sects in the Tianyuan World must have gone deep one after another, looking for their own opportunities.

Even at the level of the abyss, there are Zhang Chunxu and his ilk who can come down, and it is inevitable that there will be no other people rushing in through that power turbulence, but after all, they are a minority.

Another reason why Nagoji chose to rush to the depths of the abyss was that he didn't want to attract attention, the clothes on his body had already caused him trouble just now, and he didn't want to be so stared at by more people.

Continuing to move forward, there was no movement on the mark of Ling Hua Qianxue's demon body on the map of the world in his mind, it seemed that it was safe to use the Cold Night Death Stream Fu in this play, at least there was no biggest trouble to keep up, and the second person felt a little more relaxed in his heart.

After Ming Er left, Zhang Chunxu, who was fighting with him, still stayed quietly in place, feeling the power contained in the sword intent just now, which was very similar to the sword intent he sensed when he passed through the power turbulence space of the upper layer.

It was as if the person just now was the sword intent himself who released the deep abyss to fight against the demonic qi, but Zhang Chunxu knew very well that it was impossible for the person he saw just now to leave a move in the Ice Rift Abyss, and the remaining moves in the turbulent space of power contained enough meaning for more than a thousand years, and the person in the crimson woman's clothes may be younger than himself.

As soon as Zhang Chunxu thought of this, his eyes shrank coldly, and the most unwilling idea in his heart was quietly born, that is, the person just now passed through the power turbulence space and sensed the sword intent, so he realized the truth in the sword intent, and finally restored it perfectly, such a talent, it is really terrifying.

In addition, Zhang Chunxu didn't think about it, and suddenly a sense of powerlessness flashed in his mind, but it was quickly discarded, and his eyes gradually became firm: "But who are you? I must find you." ”

Zhan Yuan, who was operating in his body, forced out the demonic qi around his body that was constantly eroding his body, and then turned around and looked coldly at the direction where Mingji left: "Very good, you have caught my attention, Brother Beauty." ”

The remaining true yuan of less than two percent can barely withstand this level of pressure, Zhang Chunxu is no longer holding up, and gradually rises towards the exit of the abyss, compared to the heart that came in just to find the second name to fight, it also began to converge, and when he met that back, Zhang Chunxu had no one else in his eyes.

Even there may be other opportunities hidden in the passage of the cliff platform, but he was unmoved, and after rising to a certain height, adapting to the pressure of the environment around his body, Zhang Chunxu continued to follow the breath left by the famous second miserable, and slowly followed behind him.

Nagoji kept flying forward, and all the light marks on the world map kept coming to his mind, and among these points of light, the shining blue markers representing the night cry of death continued to dim, and he knew that the two people who came with the moon had destroyed the remnants of the night cry of death.

Compared to the blue forehead flash mark of the Dead Night Crying Remnant Soul, most of Nago's attention was focused on the purple point of light, and now the remaining four purple marks have not changed at all, and they still haven't been discovered.

But Minger himself didn't have the time and experience to find out, and the most important thing now was to rush back to the Ming Sword Sect, and the two lives of the Moon Rank made him feel that the Ming Sword Sect was facing danger, and the Moon Rank Yin called for him.

At this moment, Naji was surprised to find that the blue point of light representing the night cry of death was all destroyed, and the last point of light was marked, but the mark of this last point of light gradually emitted a brighter light, and the blue light was beginning to add a touch of red to it, faintly having a tendency to purple.

Nagoji's attention was instantly attracted by this anomaly, and in the process of constantly rushing forward, he was multitasking, focusing most of his attention on the world map in his consciousness, constantly observing the final fate of the Grim Reaper's Night Cry.

"I think the two of them are going to roll over. Ming Er secretly complained in his heart, this extraordinary change in the forehead has already doomed the Grim Reaper Night Cry is not something that the task of Death Shadow and Crane Volley can deal with, and the remnant soul of the Death Night Cry is constantly gathered, and finally the red in the blue flash gradually deepens, and finally completely transforms into a purple mark.

At this moment, Naji also felt the familiar demonic aura left behind by the night cry of the god of death, after all, he had faced the impact of the other party, and the apostle seized Naji's body and dived into his mind, and was finally devoured by the remnant soul of Suzaku to avoid a catastrophe.

Therefore, Ming Er knew very well that the aura coming from behind him was definitely a more powerful Death God Night Cry who was about to break through the confinement of the seal and stand in the Tian Yuan World again.

But the reason that made Ming Er curious the most was Ling Hua Qianxue's movements, she even started to move towards the body that had just been resurrected by the Death Night Cry, Ling Hua Qianxue's Dong Zong quickly attracted Ming Er's mind, I don't know what the other party is going to do, and an ominous notice suddenly rose in my heart.

In the end, the second name still did not hesitate, responding to the call of the moon rank was the most important thing for him, and immediately carried the waves again, and the Feng Mingjue in his body also turned wildly, and the speed of his body flying forward increased again.

Three hundred miles behind him, Yan Piaoying looked at the situation in front of him with a shocked expression: "How can you be scared? The curse seal inherited by the Surabaya Liuting Pavilion for three thousand years, how can it not have the slightest effect on the night cry of the god of death?"

The soul gathering was ready to destroy the remaining remnants of the Grim Reaper's Night Cry in one fell swoop, ending the fateful grudge that had lasted for more than 3,000 years, but he didn't expect that in the end, it was the Grim Reaper's Night Cry that reappeared in the world.

Feeling the boundless demonic power in his body, Crane Lingkong also stopped the spell mark released in his hand, and said with the same shock: "That's right, why is this happening? Three thousand years ago, since you were able to destroy the Death Reaper's Night Crying Demon Body and disperse the demon soul with the Crossing Spell Seal, now you must be able to completely destroy his remnant soul, but why did it become like this?"

"Hahaha......" The laughter of the Grim Reaper's night cry was like a whimper of the real Grim Reaper, and in the midst of his wild laughter, a demon body hidden under the dark cloak contaminated with demonic energy appeared in front of the crane volley and the shadow of the Death: "You stupid humans, how can you know the true means of the Grim Reaper's night cry?"

In the midst of the wild laughter, the figure of the god of death had already come to the two of them, and they couldn't see each other's movements clearly, and a pair of dry hands with sharp fingers and claws still pinched the necks of the two of them.

"If I hadn't disintegrated on my own, would you really think that with such a false spell mark, you would have been able to completely destroy me......?"

With a look of disbelief in amazement, Death, take your life.

The bodies of the two of them, Shadow and Crane Lingkong, still maintained their original form, but their heads had been held in their hands by the Night Cry of Death, and black demonic energy gradually surged above their dry hands, and soon, the heads in his hands instantly turned into skeletons.

Then the dry hands of the Grim Reaper wept at night were actually enriched at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon the dark muscles could be seen glowing with a strange luster, and the two claws released even more terrifying demonic power.

At this moment, the Grim Reaper only felt a dumb aura coming from the surrounding space, and couldn't help but hide under the cloak and couldn't see the specific appearance of the final unhappy snort: "The dog nose before the Demon Temple is still so sensitive." ”

"This one is worthy of the praise of death. In the midst of a surge of demonic energy, he quickly appeared in front of the Grim Reaper's night cry, and immediately spoke: "The Phantom Demon Clan's Grim Reaper has returned." ”

On the right-hand side where he stood still, a huge amount of demonic energy surged strangely in the space again, and then a crack opened, and the Ice Sea Crazy Diagram walked out of this gap, with a look of joy flashing in his eyes.