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Compared with the entire Luofu Sect, there are huge and gorgeous palaces on a thousand mountains, and there is a very inconspicuous cliff in the easternmost corner of the entire Luofu Sect.

The mountain is not a good mountain, there are no flowers, mist and grass, no trees and no fruits.

The cliff is not a good cliff, it is not like a sword splitting the mountain, smooth as a mirror, there is no towering, rugged into the clouds, at best it is just a small cliff, one side of the cliff is a wooden wall, just around the edge of the cliff, uneven and uneven from a distance looks like a hunchbacked old man.

That's really, not imposing at all.

However, it is the forbidden place of the entire Luofu Sect - the Tangtai Dao Palace.

The wooden walls are antique and mottled, with countless strange lines on them, each of which seems to explain a tributary of the fate of this heaven and earth world, vague and mysterious.

But if you look closer, you will feel that the lines look like the tentacles of some kind of terrifying creature, one by one, holding the entire wooden wall in your hand.

And in the very center where all the tentacles gathered, there was a withered palm against the wall, and the back of the hand was wrinkled skin, symbolizing the traces left by the long years.

The traces of the ravines of different thicknesses, with the gentle rubbing of the palm of the hand against the wooden wall, and the slight undulation and contraction, actually gave people a feeling of dizziness.

It's as if there is a secret of time there, and at first glance, people can't help but fall into it and can't help but extricate themselves.

"Hah。。。。。 471 years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, alternating cold and summer, the flowers are withered and the flowers are glorious, and the old man is unwilling. ”

A vicissitudes of life sound came from behind the wooden wall, and the sound slowly dispersed on the cliff with a strange fluctuation, and a thick, deep, heavy dead air spread from behind the wooden wall.

There is a rich vitality in the lifelessness, but there is a heavy lifeless air in the vitality, just like a flower that is about to bloom and die immediately, and the contradiction makes people vomit blood.

"After hundreds of years, the old man has finally arrived... The voice suddenly became weird and gloomy, as if there was an old man, deliberately suppressing his voice, whispering in your ear, "Wait, Otogi Divine Body... ”

At the cliff, the stones seemed to be unable to bear the ugly sound, and fell off the cliff one after another and fell into the fog below.

"It's been hundreds of years, and it's about to be done。。。。。" There was a void light in the eyes of the ancestor of Tangtai, and the whole person's expression was calm, but his tone was like a ghost: "Xian'er, who killed you?" ”

"Do you know that killing Xian'er means ruining a picture of the old man, well... Half of it is left. The ancestor slowly retracted his palm, and there was a half-black and half-transparent cigarette at his fingertips, which wrapped around his index finger like a tentacle.

He put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed the taste, stretched out his tongue and licked it, and then, the ancestor of the Tai Tai snapped off his entire finger and swallowed it into his stomach with the black smoke.

His teeth were obviously a little rusty, the cut at the index finger that had been gnawed off was very uneven, the silk of flesh was a little hideous, and the blood fell to the ground and splashed open.

"Hate !!"

The old ancestor of the platform hated so much that his throat was smoking, and he let out a hysterical howl, "Old man。。。。。 Hate!!! Na!! ”

The sound did not disperse, but condensed above his head, as if forming a black mist, which showed the intensity of the resentment in it, and also seemed to explain why there were no flowers and no grass on this mountain.

Probably died a long time ago.

"Recondense half a picture, it means that the old man has to spend 50 years of cultivation, not only that, once the picture is broken, the whole body is moved, the old man is bound to be unable to prepare to the end, although the previous work is not abandoned, but in the end it must be imperfect, even if there is a Yimu god body, at most...

"Ahhhhhh!!!!hhh

The angry roar shattered the black fog overhead, straight into the sky, dyeing the clouds of 10,000 meters black, like a torrential rain suddenly pouring down.

Compared with these two points, the remaining blood sacrifice requires at least 500,000 monks to make up for the death of the Tai Immortal, and the loss of qi and blood conceived by it is insignificant.

"Whoever you are。。。。。"

The ancestor raised his head with great resentment, and two beams of colorful light in his eyes shot into the black mist, and the black mist suddenly turned red and tumbled, as if there was something to emerge from the black mist.

It's one,

Black shadows.

"A figure?"

The ancestor of the Tai Tai was stunned for a moment, he thought that he would directly reveal the face of the person who killed the Tai Immortal, but he didn't expect it, but it seemed to be just a black back.

"O the trajectory of fate, let me look at the man's cheek."

The old ancestor let out a low cheer from his mouth, his eyes bulged suddenly, and the colorful beam of light brightened up a little more.

The sound of "bang" explosions was endless, and the figures in the black mist exploded violently, which were all illusions that confused fate.

The black vortex was gradually expanding, revealing a larger and clearer scene.

The black figure was slowly turning.

The old man had a hideous face, and said: "If the old man's affairs are bad, the old man will definitely break you into thousands of pieces and drain your soul and blood, so as to make up for the loss of one-thousandth of the old man." ”

Phew!

A black glow penetrated out of the whirlpool with a dazzling blood light, like lightning falling from the sky, and it struck the eyebrows of the ancestor of the platform in an instant.

With a loud bang, the black mist exploded, making a dull explosion that spread out in all directions.

The ground of the Dao Palace was shattered, the ground was blown to pieces, and the stretching wooden wall shook terrifyingly, and countless thumb-thick cracks opened in an instant.

The ancestor of the platform hissed and exclaimed, a large ball of blood spurted out of his mouth, his brain was confused, his foothold was unstable, and he rolled all over the ground like a gourd rolling on the ground.

Fortunately, this is a forbidden place, otherwise, I don't know how many people will see it and lose their lives.

"Heavenly Counterattack!"

The four words flashed through the mind of the ancestor of the platform like thunder, and his whole complexion suddenly withered a lot, the corners of his eyes collapsed, and blood overflowed.

"How is that possible? Who the hell is it? Who killed the Tai Immortal??? The old ancestor of the platform opened his bloody eyes wide, and he got up from the ground, his face hideous and distorted.

"Who is it?"

His face turned blue and white for a while, and suddenly, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and he suddenly felt that the death of the Taixian was not necessarily a coincidence, but it might be to destroy his own good deeds.

"Good, good, good!!!"

He flipped his palm, took out a quaint mirror, gritted his teeth fiercely, and a mouthful of blood sprayed up.

The light flashed on the mirror, and a pair of scarlet eyes reflected, and then... Click, the mirror shatters and explodes.

At the same time, the distant Northlands.

Qin Hao opened his eyes suddenly.