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Blood Domain Yellow Spring, what is in the gates of hell?

This is what everyone is curious about!

The words of the palace master of the Demon Palace made Wang Xuemin silent for a while.

"Hey, what's there? Hell is in it! Maybe you'll know when you're dead! ”

"Still, it's pretty much it!"

"The ceremony is almost complete!"

Wang Xuemin looked up and smiled hideously.

meanwhile

Rumble!

A pair of black wings slowly spread out behind their backs, and the vast power spread around.

It seems that before, he had been suppressing the power in his body.

At this time, as he completely exploded, even the palace master of the three palaces began to change color and was no longer calm.

Wang Xuemin's aura continued to rise, and finally broke through a certain boundary, reaching a point where people in the Three Palaces could not detect it.

The pool of blood on the ground shook loudly, the black blood seemed to be boiling, and countless corpses stood upright in the surrounding mountains and sea of blood, turning into zombies, opening their scarlet eyes, and rushing towards everyone.

And Wang Xuemin's wings that covered the sky and the sun suddenly flipped the trapped corpses around him, and with a fierce flick, the wings suddenly slapped on Wang Ying's body, and the latter suddenly crashed into the pool of blood like a cannonball.

The next second~

Wang Xuemin's figure followed.

The pale and slender ghost-like claws grabbed Wang Ying's head and left it in front of him.

"Oops!"

"Stop him!"

The face of the palace master of the Demon Palace changed, although he didn't know why Wang Xuemin was specifically targeting Wang Ying alone, but what the enemy wanted to do, he must not let it succeed!

It must be stopped!

Before the words fell, countless slender tentacles flew out of the body of the palace master of the Demon Palace, these tentacles were extremely hideous, with inverted spikes, and at the top was a mouth as strong as a snake, and there were dense sharp teeth inside.

All the tentacles suddenly bit Wang Xuemin's body.

But then, the face of the Demon Palace Palace Master changed!

It's so hard!

What the hell is this?

It feels like a bite on black iron, is this still a human body?

"Trash!"

"Get out of here!"

The other hand was directly grasped on the tentacles that came from the many darts, and it was slightly closed, like a traction rope, and a monstrous force poured out, and the palace master of the Demon Palace only felt that his body was shaking, and he was dragged in front of Wang Xuemin.

Throwing it on the ground again, the five fingers forced, and instantly ended the shoulder of the palace master of the Demon Palace, and with a bang, half of the latter's body completely shattered in an instant.

The body was also infused with Wang Xuemin's black power, and the ashes were annihilated in an instant.

This series of attacks, in just a few seconds, ended with the death of the Demon Palace Master.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

The Demon Palace Palace Master is dead?

Such a strong existence, one moment he was still pointing at the country, the head was analyzing, giving everyone popular science knowledge, and the next moment he died so easily?

Is Wang Xuemin too strong, or is there too many palace masters in the Demon Palace?

Sure enough, it reflects that sentence, rebellion dies from talking too much!

But it's not right, Wang Xuemin, no matter how you look at it, is not the protagonist, and the master of the Demon Palace is not a rebel? Relatively speaking, Wang Xuemin, who has been designing the conspiracy for a hundred years and assassinated so many people, is the biggest scourge of rebellion, and the palace master of the Demon Palace seems to be the victim!

Is it a routine of a thousand years of calamity, and good people do not pay for their lives?

For a while, everyone was shocked by Wang Xuemin's sudden burst of power.

Don't dare to move!

Even the remaining palace masters of the two palaces, Maupassant, and them are the same.

And at this moment, no one can stop Wang Xuemin anymore.

It's just, what is this guy going to do when he catches Wang Ying? This is the most potential child of the Wang family's generation, inheriting Wang Xuemin's bloodline and awakening the divine eye, if Wang Xuemin wants to change his heart, he can find other children of the Wang family, why do you have to target Wang Ying?

"Ancestor, don't!"

"You're going to change the heart, use mine! Wang Ying is the family's last hope, you let him go! ”

Wang Cang wailed sadly, hoping that Wang Xuemin would let Wang Ying go.

"Change hearts?"

"No, never again."

"A century-old plan is finally coming to an end. I didn't expect that the unintentional move back then really succeeded. ”

"That's the perfect plan, that's the end result."

Looking at Wang Ying, who seemed to be unconscious in his hand, the smile on Wang Xuemin's face became stronger and stronger.

I saw that more and more black thick substances were emerging from the gates of hell behind him, and the cracks of the gates of hell were increasing.

The aura of dark death reincarnation is getting stronger and stronger, and it is constantly spreading around.

The scene of yellow springs gushing from the ground and white bones gradually emerged.

The earth began to crack uncontrollably.

The black chain that reached the sky and the earth began to shake constantly, and even was pulled straight, and the pulling power actually came from inside the gate of hell.

There seemed to be a huge monster crawling out of the chains.

One can even hear a terrifying roar similar to an auditory hallucination and the clanging sound of metal chains.

What is it, what exactly is there?

Everyone is like a great enemy!

Looking at Wang Xuemin, at this moment, he grabbed Wang Ying and stood above the gate of hell, the blood pool around him was black and red, and the dark red light reflected from the dark red light shone on his face, completely like a demon.

dark

terror

Tremble with fear!

He laughed wildly, constantly ingesting the black power gushing out of the gates of hell, and even took back all the chains that were trapped on everyone's bodies.

Without the support of chains, most of the flesh and blood that had been ingested collapsed to the ground one by one.

There are even many low-level martial artists who have already died.

Everyone looked at Wang Xuemin helplessly, even the remaining masters of the Buddha Palace and the Dao Palace, Maupassant, did not dare to get close.

Wang Xuemin is on the verge of success!

There is simply no way to fight it!

One end of all the chains was inserted into the blood pool, and the other end was connected to Wang Xuemin's body, the demon blood, Dao tendons, Buddha bones, and the soul will of all living beings were integrated into the body along the chains.

Gradually, wisps of silver-white lines appeared in his body, and finally these lines converged towards his heart, and in an instant, the original heart was repulsed, and finally formed a silver-white clock that shone with a brilliant silver light.

As soon as the silver-white clock appeared, the surrounding time and space were chaotic.

The ticking sound sounded and made people's heads dizzy.

What's more, even a glance at it feels like the soul is about to be sucked in, and it falls into the endless dark abyss, the dark confinement of time and space.

"Haha, haha!"

"It's been a hundred years, and it's finally ...... Finally got you out! ”

"From now on, I will never be limited by you again!"

Bang!

Wang Xuemin's other hand was fiercely inserted into his heart, and the clock in it seemed to feel the crisis, and the hands on it were ticking, turning wildly, and the silver and white brilliance was constantly sprinkling.

Wang Xuemin's hand, when it touched the silver-white light, kept collapsing, turning into a black liquid, and finally was illuminated by the light and dissipated into nothingness.

But there was still a steady stream of black material pouring out, beginning to surround the silver-white clock. The former is supported by the entire Gate of Hell and the Yellow Spring of the Blood Domain, while the latter belongs to the rootless Ping and has no successor.

"What the hell is this?"

"That silver-white clock can actually compete with the power of Huangquan!"

"No, it's not a confrontation, it's stronger than the power of Huangquan!"

Since there is no escape, then everyone can only quietly watch the development of the situation.

They were shocked to find that Wang Xuemin not only had the terrifying power of Huangquan, that is, the black viscous substance, but also the mysterious silver-white clock.

The latter, it seems, is also deeply related to his rise.

And the power of the legendary Yellow Spring is somewhat inferior to the silver-white clock. If it weren't for the latter being suppressed and there was no follow-up force to provide, Wang Xuemin would not have been able to get to where he is now.

"This is the power that created Wang Xuemin's rise?"

"This power is even more terrifying than the power of Yellow Springs! What the hell is this? ”

"With such a powerful force, why do you still have to pursue the power of Huangquan?"

"He's completely subduing this force?"

"No, that's not right! Wait, is he reusing the power of the Yellow Spring of the Blood Domain, the Gate of Hell to repel the silver-white clock in his body? ”

"Is it .......?"

The palace master and the others, who were still sober, glanced at each other with suspicion in their eyes.

Could it be that all this Wang Xuemin has done, the hundred-year plan, the plan of countless lives to be buried for this, everything is just to use the power of Huangquan to exclude the silver and white clock?

What stepped into the Yellow Spring of the Blood Domain, what stepped into the realm of creation, what immortal!

Everything is fake!

All the purpose is just for the scene in front of you!

What a deep scheming!

All of them have been deceived!

"Haha, found out?"

"It's not too late!"

"That fool of the palace master of the Demon Palace, he still thinks that Lao Tzu is for the blood domain Huangquan, for the power of Huangquan!"

"Whew! The power of the silver-white clock is stronger than the power of Huangquan! Why should Lao Tzu do this to seek the power of Huangquan! ”

Wang Xuemin's hand was close to the silver-white clock at the heart of the scheming, and gradually grasped it in his hand.

"In that case, why do you seek the power of Huangquan and reject the silver clock that already belongs to you?"

"Its power is much more terrifying than the power of the ethereal Yellow Spring!"

The Dao Palace Palace Master frowned, had many questions in his heart, and opened his mouth to ask.

"Yes, the power of the silver clock ......"

The smile on Wang Xuemin's face gradually disappeared, as if he remembered something, a trace of fear appeared on his face, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Is he scared?

How can it be!

"You don't know anything about this power, and you don't know what it is!"

"But I know!"

"Every time I think of the sight I saw in that horrible world, the feeling of being in that lonely grave, and the pain of breaking my soul every time I touched the silver clock, I was shocked by the aura of a natural disaster behind that issue......."

"It's horrible!"

"Every day it's in my body, I fear every second!"

"The pain, the erosion of the pollution, the feeling of slowly becoming another person, you have no way of understanding it! Can you feel the madness of the presence behind it, watching me every moment, to wake up from my body? ”

Wang Xuemin's eyes cracked, and his voice was depressed and painful. It took him a long time to calm down and begin to pull the silver clock out of his heart little by little.

"I've looked for countless ways to slow down this resurgence and pollution. Although my strength has increased as the pollution has deepened, it is not what I want. ”

"It's a pity that after searching for so long, all the forces can't fight it...... Silver white clock, it's too strong! ”

At this moment, the silver-white clock kept jumping in Wang Xuemin's hand, but it couldn't stop being dragged out of his body.

The power of Huangquan gathered Wang Xuemin's whole body, compressing all the power of the silver-white clock together, and he was about to be wiped out.

Get out of the shackles and soar to the sky!

A long-cherished wish of a hundred years, once succeeded!

All the hard work is about to turn into the sweetest fruit.

"So, later I discovered the power of Huangquan, and then I had that hundred-year plan?"

The palace master of the Dao Palace seemed to be asking, but it seemed to be affirming with himself.

"The power of the Yellow Springs? Hehe......"

Wang Xuemin was noncommittal.

The next moment, he didn't answer, because at this time, the silver-white clock had been completely pulled out of his body, and the price he paid for it was that half of his body collapsed, and all the black thick matter was evaporated.

Although the silver-white clock was clutched in his hand, it released a light like the sun. The dark aura around them was extinguished by the silvery white light.

"The Power of Yellow Springs...... Everybody yearns for ...... But who knows......"

Wang Xuemin muttered to himself, his voice paused, and he didn't continue for some reason.

He looked at Wang Ying in his hand, and then tore the silver-white clock in his hand, as well as a black, reincarnation-like imprint symbol, from his skin and pasted it on Wang Ying's stomach.

"I've never seen the power of Huangquan in the slightest! Exposed to the great power of the silver clock, how can I be willing to give up? ”

"Especially after meeting you!"

"I didn't expect that the unintentional move back then really bore sweet fruits."

"Tearing apart yesterday's reappearance and silence, placed in Oda Village, waiting for the right descendant to go open. I didn't expect that someone really inherited my bloodline perfectly and did the most perfect expectation of the day. ”

Wang Xuemin's hand finally stopped around Wang Ying's navel, and as the silver-white clock in his hand continued to release light, Wang Ying's belly gradually became slightly transparent.

And a thing in the stomach emerges!

It was a curled up baby, the size of a fist, seemingly three or four months old.

"The most perfect successor to the clock!"

"The most perfect shell!"

The greed in Wang Xuemin's eyes was almost irrepressible, he shouted, but in the next second, his voice stopped abruptly!

The whole body began to shake violently!

What's wrong, what's going on?

- When he saw the baby, he raised his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth, which had not yet fully developed, cracked slightly, revealing hundreds of sharp teeth covered with dense clusters!

At the same time, Wang Ying and countless children of the Wang family all raised their heads and looked at Wang Xuemin, with a weird and evil smile.

A voice came out of their mouths, forming in the void some kind of magnificent and noble, yet numbing to the scalp and the hairs stood on end.

- Long time no see, little bug!

- I've been waiting for this moment for too long, too long!

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